I am part of the Waking in the Wrong Bed blog tour, Natalie Anderson is touring the blogosphere sharing her new book. The tour is scheduled to run August 1 - August 15th. Take a peek of what you can expect when you purchase her book...
by Natalie Anderson
[After making the most mortifying mistake of her life, Ellie has been determined to keep Ruben at bay. Especially now she knows who he is and how he’s completely wrong for her… She’s determined to put him on the ‘friend’ level—only trouble is Ruben is resisting that assignment and Ellie’s hormones are totally on his side!]
“Ellie.”
Oh help, that had her toes curling, but the rest of her was paralysed. She couldn’t walk, couldn’t run. She just waited as he took the two paces through the water. So close she had to tilt her chin to maintain eye contact – which she was damn well determined to do. So close she could feel his breath, could feel her own muscles weakening as excitement erupted.
He inclined his head, lowering it almost enough. “You want fantasy?” his lips barely moved as he challenged.
Ellie couldn’t breathe at all now, couldn’t hear a thing other than the echo of his words and the amplified thud of her heart. Blood shot to her extremities, her skin suddenly super sensitive. Every cell sensitive. And screaming out. Screaming so loud her reason was muted. So she was the one to tilt her chin that tiny bit further, bringing their lips into contact.
She was lost in that instant. She shut her eyes, only able to focus on the velvet warmth of his kiss. The insistence of his lips, his tongue. Oh she opened, she let him in. She let him, let him, let him. Because what he demanded was exactly what she wanted – passion and need. So swiftly his touch swept her into that burning vortex where thought and caution were flung away because this ecstasy was all that mattered.
With every lush caress of his mouth, her resistance melted. She melted, her muscles sliding towards his strength, her mouth moving to welcome his demand. But there was a kernel of tension, slowly knotting, growing, sending the message that only his lips touching hers was not enough. Not nearly enough. She craved closer contact, craved for them to meld completely. Chest to breast, thigh to thigh, for their arms to curl and cling and for them to literally be locked in intimacy. Oh she wanted that, she wanted that now.
She moaned – a song of need, a plea. The pressure of his mouth increased, his tongue flicking in an erotic tease that saw her tremble with it. For her body to move of it’s own accord – closer, closer, closer. They were inches apart in warm water, she wanted to feel his strong muscles, to press their wet skin together…
“That fantasy enough for you?” he asked, his voice rough as he stepped back. The water splashed as he sat down again on the opposite side of the tub.
Ellie couldn’t believe he’d kissed her like that and then let her go. She couldn’t believe the intensity in his expression – in his action – had suddenly vanished. “You’re the most awful tease.”
“Actually I think you’re the one who can claim that crown,” he argued in that charming rogue way. “I’m not teasing at all, you’re the one who keeps crossing the boundaries.” She swept her sodden hair from her face.
“You keep tempting me to,” he shrugged.
“So it’s all my fault?”
“Absolutely.”
Unable to help it, despite knowing it was what he wanted, she laughed. “You think it’s funny?”
She nodded. “You’re so good for a girl’s ego.”
“Well, that is my raison d’être,” he inclined his head.
Ellie nodded. Yes, he’d gone back to form – a charming, carefree man made for good humour and good times. Yet she sensed that impenetrable wall only a millimetre beneath his surface.
Damn it, the whole complicated package fascinated her.
Waking Up In The Wrong Bed is available from Amazon Barnes & Noble
And will be on the shelves in bookstore from Mid-August.
USA TODAY bestseller Natalie Anderson writes fun, frisky, feels-good contemporary romance for Harlequin Mills & Boon and Entangled. With over twenty books published, she’s also been a Romantic Times Award nominee & a finalist for the R*BY (Romantic Book of the Year).
She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband, four children and what feels like a million ducks.
Find out more at her website http://www.natalie-anderson.com and be sure to sign up for her newsletter there as she often has subscriber only eTreats!
She’s also on Twitter and Facebook
Harlequin Presents
Aug 2012
Miniseries: For One Night Only?
Category: Classic Romance
ISBN: 9780373528806 (#212)
Miniseries: For One Night Only?
Category: Classic Romance
ISBN: 9780373528806 (#212)
Back of the Book
When film location scout Ellie Summers sneaks into a colleague's hotel room with seduction in mind, she's thrilled by her own daring!
But the smug morning-after glow morphs into red-faced mortification when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger! Ruben Theroux might be fine with the situation, but a flustered Ellie most definitely is not.
Ellie's only defence against this very attractive guy is to insist they're friends only—strictly no benefits! But Ruben isn't a successful businessman for nothing—they'll be good together, and he's happy to play dirty to get what he wants.…
When film location scout Ellie Summers sneaks into a colleague's hotel room with seduction in mind, she's thrilled by her own daring! But the smug morning-after glow morphs into red-faced mortification when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger! Ruben Theroux might be fine with the situation, but a flustered Ellie most definitely is not.
Ellie's only defence against this very attractive guy is to insist they're friends only--strictly no benefits! But Ruben isn't a successful businessman for nothing--they'll be good together, and he's happy to play dirty to get what he wants....
[After making the most mortifying mistake of her life, Ellie has been determined to keep Ruben at bay. Especially now she knows who he is and how he’s completely wrong for her… She’s determined to put him on the ‘friend’ level—only trouble is Ruben is resisting that assignment and Ellie’s hormones are totally on his side!]
“Ellie.”
Oh help, that had her toes curling, but the rest of her was paralysed. She couldn’t walk, couldn’t run. She just waited as he took the two paces through the water. So close she had to tilt her chin to maintain eye contact – which she was damn well determined to do. So close she could feel his breath, could feel her own muscles weakening as excitement erupted.
He inclined his head, lowering it almost enough. “You want fantasy?” his lips barely moved as he challenged.
Ellie couldn’t breathe at all now, couldn’t hear a thing other than the echo of his words and the amplified thud of her heart. Blood shot to her extremities, her skin suddenly super sensitive. Every cell sensitive. And screaming out. Screaming so loud her reason was muted. So she was the one to tilt her chin that tiny bit further, bringing their lips into contact.
She was lost in that instant. She shut her eyes, only able to focus on the velvet warmth of his kiss. The insistence of his lips, his tongue. Oh she opened, she let him in. She let him, let him, let him. Because what he demanded was exactly what she wanted – passion and need. So swiftly his touch swept her into that burning vortex where thought and caution were flung away because this ecstasy was all that mattered.
With every lush caress of his mouth, her resistance melted. She melted, her muscles sliding towards his strength, her mouth moving to welcome his demand. But there was a kernel of tension, slowly knotting, growing, sending the message that only his lips touching hers was not enough. Not nearly enough. She craved closer contact, craved for them to meld completely. Chest to breast, thigh to thigh, for their arms to curl and cling and for them to literally be locked in intimacy. Oh she wanted that, she wanted that now.
She moaned – a song of need, a plea. The pressure of his mouth increased, his tongue flicking in an erotic tease that saw her tremble with it. For her body to move of it’s own accord – closer, closer, closer. They were inches apart in warm water, she wanted to feel his strong muscles, to press their wet skin together…
“That fantasy enough for you?” he asked, his voice rough as he stepped back. The water splashed as he sat down again on the opposite side of the tub.
Ellie couldn’t believe he’d kissed her like that and then let her go. She couldn’t believe the intensity in his expression – in his action – had suddenly vanished. “You’re the most awful tease.”
“Actually I think you’re the one who can claim that crown,” he argued in that charming rogue way. “I’m not teasing at all, you’re the one who keeps crossing the boundaries.” She swept her sodden hair from her face.
“You keep tempting me to,” he shrugged.
“So it’s all my fault?”
“Absolutely.”
Unable to help it, despite knowing it was what he wanted, she laughed. “You think it’s funny?”
She nodded. “You’re so good for a girl’s ego.”
“Well, that is my raison d’être,” he inclined his head.
Ellie nodded. Yes, he’d gone back to form – a charming, carefree man made for good humour and good times. Yet she sensed that impenetrable wall only a millimetre beneath his surface.
Damn it, the whole complicated package fascinated her.
Waking Up In The Wrong Bed is available from Amazon Barnes & Noble
And will be on the shelves in bookstore from Mid-August.
She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband, four children and what feels like a million ducks.
Find out more at her website http://www.natalie-anderson.com and be sure to sign up for her newsletter there as she often has subscriber only eTreats!
She’s also on Twitter and Facebook
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