Taste the Magic! Tangled Up is Here!

Posted at Sep 1, 2015 12:32 am

51lshbqNKRL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_ I’m so excited for the release of  Tangled Up (unbelievably excited!) It’s  the second in my Bachelors of  Buttermilk Falls series. 

 It takes a village for an author to  publish a book, and I’d love to give a  shout out and huge thank you to my  awesome cover  designer Steven Novak  of Novak  Illustrations and my fabulous  editor  Chrissy Wolfe of EFC Services  LLC. Both do amazing work. 




Here’s a sneak peek from Tangled Up

“This is never happening again.” Abby Stevens sat up and searched for her favorite orange cashmere sweater under the tangled sheets. Ruffling the navy blue duvet, she finally spotted it across the messy bedroom. Of course. It had been peeled off and tossed onto the floor hours ago, now peeking out under a red and white flannel shirt. Her brown, laced up high boots chucked to the side.

“Five words I know all too well.”

She twisted her torso toward her in-bed companion who wore nothing but his typical morning-after, smart-aleck grin. “Well, I mean it this time, Brandon Swift. We are not—and let me be perfectly clear—not doing this anymore.”

“If you say so.” He folded his arms behind his head, obviously not convinced. “So, I guess a round before you leave is out of the question?”

She glared at the man she’d spent yet another steamy night with tangled in his sheets. How on earth did ending up together virtually every evening for the last six weeks become her new normal? Amazingly hot lover? She’d give him that, but Brandon was not boyfriend material. She knew it. He knew it. Everyone in Buttermilk Falls knew that the latest bachelor in residence was hell-bent on keeping that status.

She wanted more, but definitely not with him. She was ready to fall in love and be in a long-term relationship with a man who loved her back. As pleasurable as being in his bed might be, what she was doing with Brandon was derailing her from reaching that goal.

It all started the night of the Final Fling, the town’s big, annual event celebrating the end of summer. If she hadn’t agreed to dance with him, she wouldn’t have known how awesome it felt to have his tight biceps around her or his warm breath tickling her ear.

The first time they’d slept together, she blamed it on the one too many Coronas she had consumed at the Buttermilk Tavern. But what about the other twenty-some-odd times?

She leaned down, reaching for her jeans on the floor. She needed to get her head on straight, and that started by covering her naked body STAT. This sex-crazed, self-centered, Los Angeles Times reporter turned small-town bartender was not the guy for her. What he was was the only obstacle in her path to finding true happiness. Their tryst needed to stop now.

He placed a palm on her bare back, and that simple act sent a tingling sensation through her. “You don’t think I can put an end to this, do you?” she asked, trying to ignore his amazing massaging skills as his fingers drew imaginary circles.

“Well, according to your cousin, we are soul mates.” He laughed and rested his hand on her hip. “I don’t think either one of us have any say in the matter.”

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was implying. Her cousin, Emma, had a special—slightly unorthodox—gift for predicting true love with their late grandmother’s enchanted mixing spoon and fresh cake batter. Emma had been matchmaking Buttermilk Falls’s bachelors at the Sugar Spoon bakery for years.

That was until six weeks ago during Emma’s Batter Up night. On that horrible evening, Abby’s name appeared in a batch Emma had whipped up for Brandon. “Just because your batch spelled out my name means nothing.”

“It means we’re going to be together, Abby Stevens. Just accept it,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.

She arched an eyebrow, fully aware the batter’s outcome was still a joke to him. “Like you have, Mr. ‘I’m Only Looking for a Good Time?’”

Brandon shrugged his answer.

“Exactly.” She swung her legs off the bed. She didn’t care about her cousin’s gift or Brandon’s inability to commit. This man was not her soul mate.

“Red, you know I’m not long-term material.” He sat up and gently moved her wavy hair to the side, kissing her exposed neck, a move that he did often and always ended with her falling back into his arms. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” he whispered. “I thought that’s what you wanted, too.”

She cocked her head as his lips traveled to her earlobe. To say what they’d been doing the last few weeks was fun was probably an understatement, but did she even like this guy? Her rational thoughts tried desperately to break through the sensual haze forming in her head as he nibbled on her ear. “You are very bad for me. I’m going to prove to you, and everyone in Buttermilk Falls, that, for once, my cousin was wrong.”

“Right.” He reached over to his nightstand for a foil before flipping her onto her back and pulling the comforter halfway up. “Care to let me show you how bad I am one last time before this never happens again?”

Abby sighed, running her hands down his rock hard abs. “This is the last time,” she insisted before his lips crushed hers.

Even if her body always fell victim to his touch, her heart and head were on the same page. Brandon Swift was not the guy for her. It was then and there Abby realized she’d have to take matters into her own hands to end what they were doing once and for all, and that might have to involve a little bit of magic.

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