When JESSICA LEMMON last visited, it was to share her “call” story with us. Now she’s celebrating her new release, TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE, by sharing her hero’s favorite Valentine gifts. Scroll down for an excerpt and a link to a free first chapter sampler. We may have overshot Valentine’s Day just a bit, but we’re still celebrating!
Hello readers! It’s Jessica Lemmon asking you to help me welcome billionaire Shane August from my book, TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE! Shane has graciously agreed to give us his top five Valentine’s Day gifts.
Thank you, Jessica. *nods to the masses* And thank you, readers. Instead of giving you a top five list of the gifts I like to give on Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to give you a top five list of gifts I have received on Valentine’s Day. So here we go:
#5) S.W.A.K. I was ten years old. Her name was Hannah Banana. Okay, that wasn’t really her name, but that’s what everyone called her. She brought me a tube of cherry Chapstick and then we each put some on and kissed behind the school bus. It was EPIC.
#4) Love Coupons. You know the ones, “Please redeem for one free ______ from your Valentine.” Guys love those. Come to think of it, girls love those too. WIN-WIN.
#3) Homemade Dinner. It was terrible. I didn’t even know you could do that to a pot roast. But it was the thought that counted. TIP: have lots of wine on hand to help wash down the less palatable entrees.
#2) Die Hard Marathon. Yep, all four. Blu-ray, surround-sound, and enough popcorn to feed a small country.
#1) YOURSELF. Of all the gifts I’ve received in the past, I think the most special has been the gift of time. Spend time with your Valentine this year. Make time for each other. And if you can combine all of the above, well, I don’t think it could get any better…unless you cash in two of those love coupons instead.
In this exclusive excerpt from Tempting the Billionaire, our hero Shane August fakes a headache rather than admit to his assistant Crickitt he’d just had a painful memory from his childhood. Lucky for all of us (him in particular) Crickitt offers to massage his head…
Crickitt placed her hands on each of the arms of his chair and spun him to face her. Hovering close, he couldn’t escape the sugary scent of her. His mouth watered. She didn’t look like a woman who’d minutes ago gone a few rounds with her scumbag ex. Her eyes were bright and clear, her face relaxed.
She leaned in, feathering his hair away from his temples and placed the first two fingers of each hand on either side of his head. Her touch was expert, tantalizing. He felt her breath on his forehead as she muttered, “You are going to thank me so hard.” His gaze traveled to her lips, where she wore the most adorable cheeky grin. He forced his eyes away from her mouth before he hauled her into his lap and kissed her senseless.
Then a strangled groan escaped his lips.
Speaking of hard.
“Told you,” she said.
Her voice sounded a mile away. Probably because all he could hear was the thundering of his blood supply as it traveled from his brain to his lap. He should tell her, or at least avert his eyes. But no amount of self-talk enabled him to look away.
Either she’d purposely undone it, or a button had wriggled free of its closure, because when she’d leaned over him, her shirt gapped open, giving him an eyeful. He clamped on to the armrests on his chair, eyes delving into all the smooth skin laid out before him like rolling fields and amber waves of grain. He had no idea of the bevy of femininity she’d been hiding beneath those poly-cotton shirts of hers. But now he had proof.
Two handfuls of C-cup proof.
Crickitt continued to caress his temples, completely unaware that with each stroke, she sent his blood pressure rising.
Shutting his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to think of something, anything, else, but the persistent image of her breasts encased in a—God help him—black lace bra had burned into his retinas and was currently playing on the screen of his eyelids.
“Better?” she asked.
“Mm-hm,” he grunted, wondering if steam was billowing from his ears.
“Give it five minutes.” Her voice was low, husky, sexy. She slid her hands away to rearrange his hair, the innocuous touch sending a drove of blazing hormones straight to the Promised Land.
He spun out of her touch and promptly pulled his chair to his desk to hide his now obvious reaction to her.
“You look better already,” she said, propping her hands on her hips.
The opening in her shirt was far less exaggerated, but no less erotic.
“Thank you,” he said, finally finding his voice. It took every ounce of willpower he owned to keep his eyes on her face. She’d gone beyond driving him crazy, he was there. Fit-me-with-a-strait-jacket-and-call-me-Patsy mad about her. But what, exactly, could he do about it? She was standing in his office. He was in no position to act on any of his impulses.
She turned to the guest chair and lifted a manila folder. “I didn’t come in here to massage your head, believe it or not.”
Or sleep with me, he thought numbly.
Shane also brought a special Valentine’s Day treat for you! How about a FREE download featuring the first chapter of Tempting the Billionaire? Go get it! ]
What were some of YOUR top Valentine gifts?
Join us on Monday when author KAT CANTRELL gives us “A Peek Beneath the Covers”
Jessica Lemmon has always been a dreamer. At some point, she decided head-in-the-clouds thinking was childish, went out, and got herself a job…and then she got another one because that one was lousy. And when that one stopped being fulfilling, she went out and got another…and another. Soon it became apparent she’d only be truly happy doing what she loved. And since “eating potato chips” isn’t a viable career, she opted to become a writer. With fire in her heart, she dusted off a book she’d started years prior, finished it, and submitted it. It may have been the worst book ever, but it didn’t stop her from writing another one. Now she has several books finished, several more started, and even more marinating in her brain (which currently resides in the clouds, thankyouverymuch), and she couldn’t be happier. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want. (While eating potato chips.)
Jessica is a former meat-eater, writer, artist, dreamer, wife, and den mother to two dogs. You can find online at www.jessicalemmon.com and follow her on Twitter @lemmony.
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