Clearly you love reading romance (because you have excellent taste and are
fabulous), but what aspects of contemporary romance novel relationships really
make your heart do that skippity-jumpy thing? For me, itâ€™s humor and chemistry
between the couple you can practically taste.
In my newest book, THE GOOD CHASE, Shea is a whip-smart whiskey expert and
Byrne is big-money Wall Street during the week and a rugby bruiser on the
weekend. They share a brilliant sense of humor and a scorching attraction. Shea
isnâ€™t ready to give her heart away, but Byrne is persistent, and they both have
to work through issues from their past to make their own delicious future together.
The idea for this book came directly from whiskey! The popularity of bourbon is
rising and rising (commercials for it are ubiquitous, prices are going through
the roof), but it has such a masculine aura around it. I really wanted to write
a heroine who challenges these masculine/feminine lines. The concept of giving
Shea an incredible whiskey nose and palate was endlessly appealing. She owns a
wildly successful bar in NYC and dreams of opening her own distilleryâ€”a super
strong woman making it work in a manâ€™s world.
As for my hero? I just think rugby players are really hot. As hot as good men
with honest, humble roots. And since Iâ€™m all about exploring contradictions in
my characters, I made Byrne a bespoke-clothed millionaire to boot.
CHASE is the second book in my Highland Games seriesâ€”contemporary
romance with a modern Scottish flair. (But you do not have to read the first
SHOT, to understand this one.) Itâ€™s been called â€śrefreshingâ€ť by many, many
reviewers, so if youâ€™re looking for a new romance, Iâ€™d love for you to check out
my latest. I sincerely hope you love it as much as I do!
Taking the whisky bottle, he tipped a bit more into his mug. Shea
was still holding the water bottle, and he asked for it with a lift of his
eyebrows and a point of his finger. She answered with a nod but didnâ€™t make a
move to give it to him, so he reached for it. Slid his hand over hers. With the
tiniest of gasps, she released the bottle.
The first touch is always the best, and he let it sink in, let himself memorize
how it felt.
â€śJust a few drops,â€ť she said, after clearing her throat.
â€śGotcha.â€ť He did as the expert instructed. â€śIs that enough?â€ť
â€śSure.â€ť Though she hadnâ€™t looked away from his face.
Under the pretense of getting more comfortable on the hard wood bench, he inched
closer to her. â€śDo you add water to your whisky?â€ť
She licked her lips. My God.
Though he clutched the blue-and-white mug in his hand, it seemed nonexistent.
Completely unimportant. The only thing he saw was Shea.
â€śArenâ€™t you going to taste it?â€ť she whispered.
He was already leaning in. â€śAbsolutely.â€ť
And then her mouth belonged to him, her sweet whisky lips impossibly perfect,
their movement open and yielding. He sank a little deeper and her mouth let him
in. Cupping a hand around her neck, he couldnâ€™t believe how soft her skin was
underneath that fall of hair.
God, this kiss. This kiss. A whole year of anticipation had been backed up
behind it, and now the taste of her rocketed through his body. The delicious
whisky taste of her.
All my best,
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