Synopsis
It was just a work party, filled with kissing the well-dressed rear ends of clients and fake smiles. Until my boss accused me of something I didnt do. Until I got pissed and then there was this guy who was hot and flirting with me, and then there were his hands and the backseat of my car and a night of everything but you know what. I never expected to see him again. But suddenly Julian Dohring is everywhere. And I cant get over the endless tattoos that cover his arms, how hes apparently a recovering video game addict, and dresses like hes ready to walk down the red carpet at any moment.
Ten years ago I made a pledge to stay away from alcohol and sex, and to never get too personal with anyone. Its gotten me this far. Im twenty-seven, I have a career Ive worked my heart and soul into, and more money than I could ever blow on shoes and the finer things in life. My attitude and pride have always been enough to keep any man from getting too interested. Until Julian who claims I cant dance, and has the nerve to call me a peach.
Im Sage McCain, and needless to say, Julian has my attention.
Moments of Julian by Keary Taylor
Publication date: May 6th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
When I was invited to become part of the blog tour for this book, I just HAD to say yes. It looks funny, sweet & intense and I can’t wait to read it to meet Julian and Sage (or ‘Peach’).
Excerpt
Excuse me, Mr. Vincent?
My head whips around to see the stranger standing to the side of us. His eyes are stern and
intense, and are locked on Gareth.
Please dont consider me rude, but youve absconded my date and this is our song. May I
steal her back?
Mr. Vincent looks from the stranger to me and back again. It is easy to tell from his
expression he would very much like to keep me here and wring any secrets I might hold from
me, but he wont make a scene in public.
Of course. I wouldnt want to deny you the company of this lovely woman. He eyes me
once again and everything in them tells me he doesnt believe what Ive said. But he turns, and
walks away.
When Gareth glances over his shoulder, the stranger wraps one hand around my waist, and
takes my hand in his.
One of the downfalls of working with clients; having to kiss dirty, disgusting asses, he
says, still glaring in Mr. Vincents direction. Right?
I am very well practiced at looking calm and confident; it comes second nature. But
something about Mr. Vincents accusations has shaken me. Yeah, is all I manage to get out.
Youre welcome for the rescue. Suddenly his voice is low in my ear and I faintly feel his
lips brush my ear.
Know I dont say this often, I say, my confidence quickly returning. But thank you.
What did the dick want, anyway? His hand slides around my back a bit more and his
fingertips brush my bare back.
It is just warm enough in here to keep the goosebumps from rising on my entire body.
Company secrets, I say, trying to sound dismissive. He obviously doesnt know what
hes talking about. I think it was just an excuse to get his hands on me.
Hes quiet and contemplative for just a moment too long and I wonder what hes thinking
about. Hmm, he finally says. Who can blame him?
Feeling completely normal again, a smile curls on my lips. He pulls me slightly tighter.
Are you flirting with me? I ask, letting my voice drop low and quiet.
A small laugh comes between his lips. Well, if you could dance, Id already have you in
my bed, but since youve already stepped on my toes twice in the last two minutes, Im having
second thoughts.
I pull away from him slightly so I have a clear view of his face. Excuse me? I say in half
mock, half real offense. We are simply shuffling in a circle. How could you possibly tell I am
a bad dancer? And I did no such thing as stepping on your toes.
His smile curls once again and he drops the hand that was at my waist. Keeping my hand in
his other, he takes one step toward the front door. I could use some fresh air, he says. How
about you?
Im half tempted to tell him to go find someone else to insult, but it is hot and stuffy in here.
Knowing Im probably setting myself up for a bantering blowout, I allow him to lead me through
the crowd.
The noise and music instantly die away when we walk through the glass doors. Its nearing
ten oclock and all the streetlights around are on, adorned by lights twinkling from windows
further in the distance. There might be stars overhead, but theyre covered by a thick layer of
Washington late spring clouds. They reflect back a soft city-orange hue.
Im sorry about that idiot, he says as he lets my hand go. He walks to one wall and leans
against it, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Any man should know thats no way to treat a
woman.
I know I said thank you earlier, I say as I wrap my fingers around the other wrist behind
my back. But I could have handled him myself.
I dont doubt it, he says as those intense eyes stare at me. I get the feeling you could be
quite terrifying if you want to be.
Ive been told that before, I say as I take two lazy steps toward him. It usually works
pretty well in keeping most men away.
Is there a reason you like keeping men away? he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Im not a lesbian, I defend, though not in the least bit offended. It wouldnt be the first
time Ive been accused of it. So dont let your imagination start running away from you.
He shrugs and gives a little cock of his head to the side. Just checking to make sure Im not
wasting my time.
Wasting your time doing what? I am now only two feet away from him. Away from the
packed room filled with well-dressed but overheated bodies, I catch the scent of him: clean and
crisp and sophisticated.
I dont know yet, he says. But I sense its going to be something fairly epic.
About the Author
Keary Taylor grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now resides on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two young children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night. She is the author of THE EDEN TRILOGY, the FALL OF ANGELS trilogy, and WHAT I DIDN’T SAY. To learn more about Keary and her writing process, please visit www.KearyTaylor.com.
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Thanks for the giveaway!!!!