Nobody’s Princess
by Sarah Hegger
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GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
Tiffany
Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until her past and all its
complications came back to haunt her. Her not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is
missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find him--including Tiffany, if she
wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's
brawny friend, who won't take "no road trip" for an answer--and who
won't stop showing up in her daydreams…
Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
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EXCERPT:
Blondie stood there giving the other models a thorough eye
scan. Gay. What a shame.
She shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was
practically an engaged woman.
Blondie hovered at her side.
Clichés sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath
all that brawn. Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged.
“You have to take this off for makeup.”
“Are you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge
paws around hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate
laced with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.
She hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”
He looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but
right at her as if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.
“Strip?” Up went one eyebrow.
Something she didn’t want to name crackled through the space
between them. Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his
shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path trail of hair
disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans. That would have to go.
Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel and focused on the writing on the
front of his T-shirt: Never trust an atom—they make up everything.
Cool shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two
people in the world who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”
She pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers.
Tiffany glared up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty?
Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long johns?
“You have to take it all off.”
“Normally I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at
her, inviting her to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.
“Tiffany, sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not
your model.”
“What?” Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her
model, because otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her
throat.
He looked back at her.
Tyrone took her by the shoulders and spun her around.
“That’s your model.”
He pointed to a beautiful Rocky (as in the Picture Show, not
Sly) look-alike talking earnestly to Piers. Piers lapped it up, waving one hand
through the air and patting the pretty blond boy on the arm.
“I . . .” Tiffany peered over her shoulder. Please let the
last two minutes be a figment of her imagination. Her figment grinned at her
and tucked his hands into his back pockets.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Born British
and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of
wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she
accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in
seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once
or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is
idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese,
even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her
globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed
actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and
eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also
moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently
lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers
and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of
life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
She loves to
hear from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.
Website:
http://sarahhegger.com
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