Trilled to join in the cover reveal of Sabrina Sol's upcoming Brazen novel, Delicious Complication. For those who don't know, I went to college with Ms. Sol, and we're in the OCC/RWA chapter together. Can't wait to read this hotness!
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Title:
Delicious Complication
Author:
Sabrina Sol
Tagline: Temptation is a dish best served hot...
Series Name:
Delicious Desires #2
Blurb:
Event planner Daisy Robles can't remember a time when celebrity restaurateur―and
celebrated playboy―Brandon
Montoya didn't make her nuts. His infuriating arrogance, his hotness...his
undeniable sexual energy. One night and a whole lot of expensive tequila later,
Daisy's self-control is AWOL. And Brandon's making her crazy in all the
right ways.
When their
tequila-fueled make-out session hits the tabloids, Brandon is furious. At least
until he realizes his “relationship” with Daisy is his chance to get his ill
mother to Los Angeles for treatment. All he has to do is convince Daisy to be
his pretend fiancée for two weeks...
The deal? No sex and no falling in love. But all it takes
is a little heat to find themselves in a deliciously compromising position...
Excerpt:
Brandon laughed even
harder. So hard that she could see tears in his eyes. As much as she liked seeing
his mood lift, she hated to be the source of his amusement. Familiar pricks of
annoyance stabbed at the back of her neck. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”
“It’s just…you try to
act like you’re this tough, independent woman, and it turns out you’re not so
tough after all. It’s…satisfying.”
Her irritation shot to
threat level orange. “Whatever. You’re not perfect either.”
“I never said I was.”
Daisy slapped a hand
on the bar. “Are you kidding me? Your whole life is about projecting
perfection. Your hair, this suit, your car…the women you date. I’d be careful
if I were you, Brandon. If you date any more Barbies, the tabloids are going to
start calling you Ken. And we all know what poor Ken was missing.”
She lowered her eyes
to his crotch and Brandon followed them. Then his head snapped back up and his
laser stare went straight to her lips. “Trust me. The Barbies have no
complaints. But if you don’t believe me, I’m happy to prove it to you, since I
know you’ve been wondering.”
Invisible flames
rushed up her face, burning her with both embarrassment and lust. She knew it
had been a bad idea to drink with Brandon. She’d become too loose, too
comfortable. And—before they started talking about his mom—she had started to
become a little turned on. Damn alcohol.
Still, there was no
way in hell she would ever admit he’d come close to the truth. He’d make fun of
her again. Or worse, he’d sleep with her and then in the morning do whatever he
could to make the situation go away.
Daisy had been tossed
aside by enough people in her life. She wasn’t about to add a celebrity
restaurant owner to the list. “Sorry, buddy. But there’s not enough tequila in
this world.”
She watched his jaw
muscle tense and knew she hit a nerve. Then his expression relaxed. “Suit
yourself,” he said with a shrug before finally downing his shot. “Anyway, we
both know you’re not my type. I like my women a little less bossy.”
Angry, mortified, and
tipsy, Daisy jumped off the stool and bent to pick up her shoes. She tried to
think of one last snarky comeback to toss at him before storming out of the
bar. But when she stood back up, she couldn’t even form the words. It wasn’t
her temper that left her speechless—it was the sight, just beyond Brandon’s
shoulder, of her ex and that bruja
Ginger snuggling in a corner booth.
Brandon noticed her
still standing there and waved his hand. “Hello? I thought you were leaving?”
Daisy dropped her
shoes and quickly slid her stool out of the way so she could reach to pull his
hand down. That’s when Luis caught her eye and waved. “Great. Just great,” she
muttered. “Now he knows I’m here.”
“Who knows?” Brandon
moved as if to turn his head to see who Daisy was staring at.
“No. Don’t look.”
But it was too late.
Brandon looked and then Luis awkwardly waved at him, too. He whispered
something in Ginger’s ear and she nodded. Daisy watched as her ex called the
waitress over. Her stomach sank. They were going to come over for a chat. She
knew it. It had been awful enough to have to fake a smile every time she ran
into them during the reception. But now, with a few tequila shots in her, Daisy
doubted she could playact one more time. She was fired up from the last rumble
with Brandon, in more ways than one.
There was no telling
what she’d do if that witch waved her gaudy ring in front of her again. It
would be bad for her to make a scene, or worse, get thrown out for making a
scene. How could she hope to plan another wedding at the hotel if the owners
had a restraining order against her?
She needed a buffer.
Something or someone to make sure that she didn’t make a complete ass of
herself.
That’s when the most
ridiculous idea popped into Daisy’s head. So ridiculous she had to cover her
mouth to stifle the giggle threatening to erupt. The man was dealing with the news that his mom had cancer. He’d probably
never go for it. But as she watched Luis pay his tab, her ridiculous idea
started sounding better and better.
“Kiss me,” she blurted
to Brandon as Luis and Ginger stood up from their table.
Brandon choked on the
drink he’d just taken. “Excuse me?”
“Look, I hate being
that girl but, screw it, I am. So kiss me.”
“You just said there
wasn’t enough tequila in the world.”
“Yeah, well. Desperate
times call for desperate measures. Kiss my lips. Now.”
“Desperate? Forget it.
You’re crazy if you think I’m going to kiss you after you just insulted me.”
“Oh my God. Would you
do something useful with that tongue of yours for once and kiss—”
Brandon pulled her
toward him and kissed her—hard—and his mouth swallowed up the rest of her
sentence. At first, she was too shocked to kiss him back. Her eyes had been
focused on Luis and Ginger walking toward them. But as Brandon’s warm tongue
pressed forward, seeking entry, she no longer saw anything or anyone. She
opened to him and he released a low groan that weakened her knees. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, and he pulled her further into his chest. Her heart
thumped madly as the rest of her body hummed with desire.
Holy hell. She wanted
Brandon. Bad.
The sound of someone
clearing his throat jerked her back into consciousness and she pulled her
tongue of Brandon’s mouth. Their eyes met briefly and the desire reflected in
his gaze sent another blast of heat through her. She turned away so as to not
melt into his arms one more time, and faced an uncomfortable-looking Luis and
an open-mouthed Ginger.
“Oh, hey guys. Are you
heading home now?” She tried to sound nonchalant despite the fact Brandon had
pulled her backward until she stood between his legs and hooked one of his arms
around her waist.
“Yeah. We decided to
have one last nightcap,” Luis said. He smiled at her but his eyes fell on
Brandon.
The two couples stood
there in silence for a few seconds before Luis reached out his hand to Brandon.
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Luis Arroyo and this is my fiancée Ginger Soto.”
Brandon uncurled his
arm from Daisy and shook Luis’s hand. “Good to meet you. I’m Brandon Montoya,
Daisy’s boyfriend.”
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About the author:
Sabrina Sol
is the chica who loves love. She writes steamy romance stories featuring smart
and sexy
Latinas in search of their Happily Ever Afters. She lives in Southern
California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one Bulldog, and is
part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are NOT the source of
inspiration for her characters. Or so she tells them.
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Website: www.sabrinasol.com
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