Win an autographed copy of Busted
ETA: The contest is now closed.
The third book in the Promise Harbor Wedding series releases in print tomorrow meaning it’s time to celebrate and give stuff away! Up for grabs are 2 signed print copies of Busted and entering is easy.
Just leave a comment (that now also works with Facebook!) letting me know if you’ve read any of the books in the series yet and click the little “Like” button at the bottom of the comments page to be entered. That’s it.
Two winners will be randomly drawn on Sunday, March 9th. I’ll also be doing a couple more flash giveaways this week, so keep your eye on my website or Facebook for details!
And before I go, here’s a little snippet from one of my favorite scenes in the book:
She gestured to her head. “I’m tangled.”
Getting close enough to untangle her hair required crouching opposite her, leaving nothing between his back and the wide open space beyond the tree branch, except a few handfuls of twigs that wouldn’t hold up a squirrel—or a near-rabid kitten—let alone him.
“Too bad that I forgot my scissors in the car.”
Hayley gave him a dirty look.
He grinned. “Would have been easier.” His knee bumped hers, throwing him off balance, and she immediately clamped a hand on his wrist to steady him.
A whole different kind of warmth hit his veins.
The breeze kicked up and the smell of her shampoo—apples and some kind of flower—intensified the warming deep in his gut.
He concentrated on freeing her hair, apologizing when a tricky spot made her wince.
“Why did you ever want to dye this black? I think women would kill for hair the color of sunshine.”
Hayley’s eyes were unreadable when they shifted to meet his.
Sunshine? Jesus. Why didn’t he just grow a vagina if he was going to be so damn girly?
She lifted a shoulder, her hand moving to tug at the drooping neckline. Apparently he wasn’t fast enough to pretend his attention hadn’t strayed in that direction.
“Enjoy the view while it lasts, Knight.”
He laughed, then shifted his weight back to his heels. “I think I got it all.”
She moved a fraction of an inch, her hand grasping her dress. “Still stuck.”
He leaned closer, looking down over her shoulder. He spotted the problem. “It snagged your bra.” It also scratched her, and a few drops of blood dotted her back, which as it turned out revealed almost as much skin as her chest.
Balancing as best he could, he reached around her, wondering if he imagined the shiver than ran through her.
“Running down thieves and scaling trees in a dress to rescue kittens. You like to set the bar high for yourself, don’t you?”
“I was even thinking of helping a few seniors cross the street to round out my day.”
He almost had it… “That’s not the Hayley I remember.”
She tipped her head back, and he could read the skepticism that he remembered anything about her at all.
“The Hayley I remember was too busy dodging the cops to help out anyone.”
She scoffed. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“Didn’t you steal a truck and almost wreck it?” He was too busy trying to untangle her to recall the details.
“It was my friend’s dad’s truck—”
“From his construction company, right?”
Hayley ignored him. “—and it was just a few scratches.”
A vague memory of the newspaper images of the smashed truck popped into his head. “And Gretzky was just an average hockey player.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but he finally worked her free of the branch. Unfortunately he also unhooked her bra in the process. He managed to capture the lacy black ends before they disappeared under her dress.
Trying to look over her shoulder, she said, “The other team stealing the puck is a little complication. A strapless bra coming undone is a serious dress malfunction.”
An image of Hayley in nothing but the strapless bra shot through his mind faster than a breakaway play.
He cleared his throat, forcing his hands to move again. “I’ve got a bit more experience taking these off than putting them back on.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
He refastened her bra. “I’m not nearly as shallow as you think.”
“Says the man who was disappointed I was wearing panties.”