Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Caught With Casanova

Here is the blurb for my newest release, Caught with Casanova!  

Gavin McBray, billionaire and tech genius, has finally found the mystery woman who ran out on him. In spite of exploding elevators and paparazzi, he's determined to keep her safe and keep her with him. 
Liberty Jones is a fiery redhead with curves that would make any man sweat. Independent, smart and determined to make it on her own, Libby is uncomfortable with Gavin's wealth and the luxurious world that he moves in. Still, passion flares between them, too strong for either of them to deny.
From posh mansions in the Hampton's to glittering and glamourous hotels in Monaco, Libby and Gavin try to outrun the danger and cope with the intensity of their desire for one another in Caught with Casanova.

And as a little extra treat, here's shot little excerpt....

 Hanging from a rack behind the screen was a selection of dresses, skirts and blouses, along with pants and layering pieces. There was also underwear; thong panties that bore no similarity to the granny panties she’d had on the day before. The matching bras, which were mysteriously her size, were works of art. 
She didn’t want to know how they knew her sizes. It was more than a little disconcerting. Selecting a set of the lingerie, she noted that the tags had all been removed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the undies she’d just put on were probably equivalent to a month’s rent on her crappy apartment. Just thinking about it made her uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as the idea of continuing to go without underwear altogether though.  
Each outfit that she tried on left her feeling more and more out of her depth. After accumulating a week’s worth of clothes and underwear which would have probably equaled or even outpaced her yearly salary, she called a halt. “This is more than enough. I can’t take any more of these clothes,” she said, facing off against the Dragon Lady.  
“Mr. McBray has insisted that you be properly outfitted, Ms. Jones.”
“I am. I promise. This is more than enough.”
The Dragon Lady appeared to blush. “You have no nightclothes, Ms. Jones. Mr. McBray was quite insistent that you select what he termed ‘appropriate’ nightwear.”
“Well, I doubt these shops carry anything that’s crotchless, so he’ll just have to live with the disappointment!” Liberty retorted. 
“I have your sizes,” Dragon Lady stated primly. “I’ll just order a selection.”
“You do that. Maybe some handcuffs and a flogger. Someone needs to learn a lesson.”
“Those items most assuredly are not carried by these merchants, Ms. Jones. But I can make inquiries.”
Libby drew a steadying breath. “It was a joke. I don’t want handcuffs and a flogger.”
“Why ever not?”
Libby looked up to see Gavin leaning nonchalantly in the doorway, looking sinfully handsome and far too full of himself. “Because you’re obviously a total pervert and would get off on it."

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