Taking a chance on love...
Photographer Candi Marcus
never wanted more than a casual hookup or one night stand. Until she met artist
Owen Griffin. For the past two years, she’s only been with him. But it’s still
just sex, or at least that’s what she’s told her friends. When he says he wants
more, she can finally admit that she loves him.
Facing the past…
Protecting Owen from the
illegal street art he did as a teen has already hurt two people he cares about.
Now another woman from his past has come to collect her own debt. She needs a
fake fiancé in order to get her inheritance and she’s not taking no for an
answer. Candi knows the other woman’s in love with her real fiancé, so she
convinces Owen to go along with everything, not realizing what it may cost her.
The right choice may cost them everything…
While the fake engagement
isn’t easy on either of them, Candi and Owen know that their love is strong
enough to handle whatever’s thrown in their path. Or is it? When Owen makes the
only choice he can, he risks losing Candi for real. And as friends and family
take sides, theirs may not be the only relationship to fall apart. Can an Art
Boy prove to the woman he loves that she’s truly the one who owns his heart or
will it be too late for her to listen to the reason behind his betrayal?
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Author Bio:Crystal Perkins has always been a big reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until she did. She lives in Las Vegas, where you can find her running author events and selling books at conventions when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts online or finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. A mac and cheese connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover for her research. The first book in The Griffin Brothers series, GAMING FOR LOVE, is an international best-seller.
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Excerpt:
Candi
sighs, and finally moves to sit on the couch. “I was
embarrassed about how much of a mess I am over everything. The talk of Mara’s
photo on the building, and then Mr. Evans offering me the job photographing
your engagement party—which I’m guessing you know about already?” I nod. “It’s
just a lot. It hurt a lot. I want to
be the one who people are considering putting on the building. And I-I
want…dammit…I want to be the one who has an engagement party with you one day.”
She drops her head into her hands. I sit down
next to her, and pull her onto my lap. Her face drops onto my shoulder as I rub
her back. I let her stay that way for a few minutes before pushing her back a
little, and lifting her chin so that she’ll look at me.
“First off, I never want you to feel
embarrassed around me. About anything. I mean it. I don’t care how big or small
you think something is. If you’re bothered or upset, I want to know. Whether it
has to do with me, or work, or God forbid, some other guy you decide is better
than me, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I told you before. There’s no one better than
you for me, Owen.”
“I wholeheartedly agree. Now let me continue.”
That gets me a smile, so I know I’m doing this right. “There’s no one and I
mean, no one, other than you who I
can imagine ever having their face on the Chicago building or anywhere else
that has to do with me. Ever. Do you understand that and believe me?” She nods.
“Good. As for the engagement party, I don’t know how I can get out of it. But I
want you to think of it as just another party. To me and you, as well as my
brothers, my niece, and our close friends, it’s not in any way, shape, or form
my engagement party. I hope that we’ll one day have an engagement party for the
two of us, too. That will be the real one, the one that matters.”
“I love you so much, Owen.”
“I love you, too.”
New Yorker Cassie Bishop has one goal: produce the pilot
episode of Try It On to get back in her boss’s good graces. She can handle a
month of the dusty Texas outback, filming the social train wreck as a trust
fund diva learns how to play cowgirl, if it means salvaging her career. But when the spoiled rich girl bails at the last
minute, Cassie has only one option—take her place. Can anyone say yee-haw?
The only hitch is Ty Haywood, the real life, living
breathing cowboy who is supposed to train her. He’s smart, funny, and makes a
western shirt look tastier than a bag of hot candied cashews. Too bad he’s so
deeply rooted in his Texas home.
As the film rolls, Cassie finds herself falling for the
hunky cowboy, the raw beauty of the country, and the rhythm of small town life
where city pressures—and ulcer medicine— are distant memories. When the month
is up and the shoot wraps, will the city girl return home? Or will love and
friendships convince her to give country life a try?
Author Bio:
Tera Lynn Childs is the RITA-award-winning author of the
mythology-based Oh. My. Gods. and Goddess Boot Camp, the mermaid tales Forgive My Fins, Fins Are Forever and Just For Fins, and a kick-butt trilogy about
monster-hunting descendants of Medusa that includes Sweet Venom, Sweet Shadows,
and Sweet Legacy. She has published two e-novellas, Goddess In Time and Pretty In Pearls, and self-published her City Chicks
sweet chick lit series, which includes Eye
Candy, Straight Stalk, and her
newest release Trying Texas. Tera
lives nowhere in particular and spends her time writing wherever she can find a
comfy chair and a steady stream of caffeinated beverages.
Excerpt:
I lurched up in the tub and my heart raced in my
chest.
More pounding. Well, knocking actually.
“Cassie, you in there?” Ty asked through the
door.
“Yeah, I—“ My hands went instinctively over my
chest, even though the door was still closed, all too aware of what I wasn’t
wearing beneath the layer of foamy bubbles. “Is something wrong?”
“Sorry to intrude,” he said. “Gen’s out
collecting from the chickens.”
“What?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t normally—“ He stopped and
started again. “Gen should be the one to—“ Another hesitation. “You have a call
on the house phone.”
“Oh,” I said. “Okay. Thanks. I’ll be right
down.”
It had to be Bud, calling to check up on me. No
one else had the Haywoods’ number.
Twisting myself up, I pulled the rubber plug
from the tub drain and then grabbed the light blue towel I had set on the stool
next to the bath. As the coconut lime bathwater swirled down the drain, I
quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around my chest.
When I first followed Genevieve into the
bathroom, I hadn’t planned on going back downstairs. I hadn’t thought to have
clothes waiting—I had been single-mindedly focused on sinking into a
day-erasing bath. And, I realized as I crossed to the door, the magic bath had
worked. My leg muscles weren’t nearly as angry anymore.
Now all I had to do was to sneak down the hall
to my room and pull on my pajamas before—
“Aaack!”
My feet slipped out from under me as I reached
for the door handle. Instinct took over, and somehow I managed to stay upright and
keep my towel in place.
“Cassie?” Ty threw open the door. “Are you
okay?”
“Yeah, I—“ I made a fluttering gesture with my
free hand. “I slipped on the wet tile is all. I’m fine.”
“You’re sure?” he asked, as if not quite
trusting my insistence. His bright blue eyes scanned over my
thankfully-still-towel-covered body.
Every inch of my skin tingled.
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