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By Taryn
Kincaid
You’re driving along, fleeing a
work-related convention, heading home to kids and husband with whom you’ve
lately been communicating via text message and Post-It note.
You’re wondering how your once daring,
exciting life got to be so routine and humdrum.
So…sexless.
Suddenly danger looms. You’re trapped in a blizzard and forced off
the road, forced to take refuge in a deserted rest stop.
And then a drop-dead gorgeous guy walks
through the door, the embodiment of all your most fervid fantasies, offering a
stolen moment of bliss.
Strangers in the night. No one ever has
to know. What happens on the NYS Thruway,
stays on the NYS Thruway. Will you or won’t you?
That’s the choice confronting Mandy
Malone in BLIZZARD. Will she go for it?
Will she push The Edge?
Would you?
BLURB:
Mandy Malone
ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting
on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the
blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she
meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot.
Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.
Although
totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by
the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he
notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid
clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry
night?
EXCERPT:
She
rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something
useful to her current situation.
“Is
this what you’re looking for, lady?”
Mandy
glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the
fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of
manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.
I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.
From
nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped
unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone,
such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on
the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.
Besides
being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a
battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.
“It’s
not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden
with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where
had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest
stop…and still she felt…safe.
“Yeah?”
The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a
white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his
arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of
fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the
summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a
wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling
through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.
God. Gorgeous did not even
begin to cover it. The
longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d
do anything, dare anything with this man.
Taryn Kincaid lives in scenic Serendipity-By-the-Sea. (Go
ahead. Try to find it on a map. If you do, Taryn will send you a smooch. Also a
Nutter Butter.) She is an Olympic caliber athlete in egg rolling contests and
spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce fantail
shrimp competition. When she's not bungee jumping off the Palisades or
parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for
her aging pet walrus, arranging her voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing
rhythmic chants. At this moment, she is busy picking up loose whole wheat
spaghetti sticks that spilled out of the cupboard and onto her kitchen floor.
Wait. Is that something…shiny?
Taryn hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her
trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her
on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com
where she lives for comments! She implores you to buy her books so she can
retire.
Can't wait to get my hands on this story! :) Um, I wouldn't, because I'm VERY happy with my husband. ;) If in Mandy's situation, I'm not sure. I don't think I could though.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your new release!!
Great post. And loved Taryn's description...oh wait was that something SHINY!!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the new release!
Thanks, Sheri! Yes. I'm easily distracted!
ReplyDeleteIt's okay, Jess. I do not judge! LOL! (PS: Do not be too sure what Mandy's sitch is until you read the book!)
ReplyDeleteI love this story, Taryn! I can't wait to find out what Mandy's stich is!
ReplyDeleteSuper congrats!!
I wouldn't do it. My conscience would literally kill me, lol.
ReplyDeleteOh I can't wait to read this :) and I just don't think I could do it. I do love my hubby and it just isn't worth it.
ReplyDeleteNope. Still as crazy about my guy as the day I married him a 22 1/2 years ago.
ReplyDeleteKathleen, Faith, Krista, Dawn!
ReplyDeleteHah! Thanks for stopping by (even if I did resort to begging!)
Happy you all stand by your men!
(Hmmm. I wonder what Mandy does!)