Any excuse to party? Absolutely. So when the lovely EVE DEVON let it slip that her book THE WAITING GAME was a year old, I naturally seized the opportunity to celebrate with her.
I'll invite the vikings, I promised. Shehanne Moore won't mind. Oh, and a few dragons...Jane Hunt is always up for a party. And Tabitha Rayne--she always brings naughty to an occasion. My own, Anna Key can be counted on to attend, she once put the 'art' into party animal. And I'll persuade Jodi Linton to bring along a few modern day cowboys, on condition she gets the sexy Laney Briggs to police them. It'll be a blast I assured Eve, but now I'm handing over to you, because in exchange I want a post, some advice. Advice on 5 Things Never To Do To A....
Sexy Security Consultant
This is Glamping...in other words, camping in style.
Never introduce sarcasm – it will have zero affect: It had been three days since she’d asked Cam where, specifically, in the security training manual it stated that if a psycho stalker had been released from prison, going “glamping” was a viable option. Ignoring her outburst, he’d told her that psychologically, it was important they lay down their marker and wait. She couldn’t help wondering if while he was waiting—studying Spinks’s moves with his team—that psychologically, Cam was also studying her and her reaction to Spinks’s release. As if he was waiting for her to pass some sort of test.
Never expect him to get yoga: And as he waited, he watched Brooke in the meadow, contorting her body into yet another pretzel-like shape in the name of relaxation. It was quite the sight, he thought, distracted as hell. The morning sun beat down heavily, making her skin glisten from sweat. At least she’d kept her promise to stay where he could see her from the yurt. He tracked her movements as she offered up her salute to the sun and suddenly found himself wanting to peel the sleeve of her soft gray T-shirt from her shoulder to see if the small musical note tattoo he’d been so drawn to from before was still there. As much as he’d cursed the damned tattoo for winking at him whenever she’d worn a strapless top or bikini, now he hoped it was still there. Waiting to surprise him. Waiting to tempt him. He swore to himself and tore his gaze away from her before he wound himself any tighter.
And then let your eyes track over him – unless, that is, you’re in the mood for a little devil taunting: She looked up from her pose. He found her gaze riveted to his abs. Christ. He should have buttoned his shirt before coming outside. Her gaze dropped lower, following the line of chest hair, and when her eyes flicked back up to his, he saw not vulnerability, but hot, healthy desire. Arousal tore him up inside. Danger flashed in neon signs behind his eyelids. And the devil in him taunted him to play with fire…
Never goad him: Without questioning her sanity, she leaned slowly and defiantly back on the bed. Her elbows sank into the mattress, taking her weight. The muscle in his jaw ticked, secretly thrilling her as she drummed her fingers against the sheets and waited to see if he would take the watch off her wrist. “Do you even know I could flip you in a second and have my watch back in another?” “Are you bragging?” Blatant need blazed in his eyes and she waited, holding her breath, wanting so much for her first foray back into this world with him not to fail. But after a brief hesitation, he stepped away. “No. We’re not doing this.” “What aren’t we doing?” “Teasing. Flirting.” Disappointment filled her. He dragged his eyes down her legs and up again to where the silk nightshirt had ridden high. “You should get dressed.”
But most importantly, when he needs you as much as you need him – don’t run: He registered the kicked-off strappy high heels by the sofa. They looked erotically feminine in such a masculine space. His gaze drew back to her, and he took in her smudged dark eye makeup. Her hair was choppy and wild from running her hands through it. Her expression was haunted as she stood in front of him—waiting. And even with everything that had gone down tonight, all he could think was that he wanted Brooke Bennet. His heart kicked heavily against his chest. She didn’t move when he pushed slowly away from the door and came toward her.
Goodness Eve, your security consultant certainly puts the sexy into the title of your post, and Brooke's a little fire-starter all of her own. Thank you, for being with us today. The party was great. No, don't worry about the broken furniture and empties...I'll getNick Marshallto clear up. It will teach him a lesson for telling us all to keep the noise down. Party pooper...
Five years ago a madman stalked her. Kidnapped her. Tattooed her.
When security expert Cameron Dexter—the man Brooke Bennett once loved—appears unexpectedly at her door with terrifying news, the former musician discovers she can no longer hide from her past. After five years, her vicious kidnapper is out of prison and on the hunt—for Brooke.
Now he’s returned to complete his art.
Cam failed to protect Brooke once before. Now he’d rather die than let her be captured. With her life at stake, Cam vows to keep her hidden and safe. Brooke, however, is done with running. Unlike Cam, she wants to stand and fight. Emotions both old and new roil between them, but addressing their heated past must wait. Together they set a trap in London to catch a killer. But they soon discover the enemy wears many faces...
Bio: Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave me quite the taste for adventure and my love for romances began when my mother shoved one into my hands in a desperate attempt to keep me quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals! When I wasn’t consuming books by the bucketload, I could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down my adventures. As a teenager, I wrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, I worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucketload, until realising I was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense myself. I live in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with my very own sexy hero husband!