Today's Super Book Blast is for Broken Fences, a Contemporary Erotic Romance and the first in Kelly Gendron's Troublemakers series. As a Book Blast, there will be no interview or blog post, but I am posting the blurb and an excerpt, along with the author's bio and links. Kelly will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so please leave your e-mail address when you comment. I will also post links to the rest of the tour so you can increase your chances of winning.
Kelly resides
in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her day job?
Kelly works in health care representing a group of nursing facilities in the
WNY area. She’s been faithfully writing for three years but did write her first
book ten years ago. She put it down to raise her son as a single mom and then
picked it back up when she and her son finally grew up. That's when she settled
into her newly married adult life and started to seriously write again. She's
dabbled with Romantic Suspense stories, but recently she's been on an Adult
Contemporary Romance kick.
Links:
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/KelGendron
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/kelgendron
Goodreads
Author: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5625187.Kelly_Gendron
Goodreads
Book Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18365232-broken-fences
Website:
http://kellygendron.com/
BLURB for Broken Fences:
Colden
Saint James, Dusty Owens, and a single night of passion had equaled to poor old
Mr. McAllister’s broken fence. Add six years, a troublemaking photo, and there’s
not a fence in Texas that’s gonna be safe.
It
took Dusty Owens two years to land Colden “Saint” James, even if it was for
only one night, but the very next day, he was gone. Now, years later, the
“Saint” has returned, but he’s no longer the do-gooder rookie cop Dusty
remembers.
Dusty
Owens always had a way of making every single one of Colden’s man parts go all
hard. He’d been so close to falling for the girl before he’d left Odessa. Now,
due to a troublemaking photo, Colden must return to his hometown to keep her
safe. Trouble is, he’s a different man—not to mention the change. Well, it’s
gonna cause all kinds of problems where Dusty Owens and all of his man parts
are concerned.
Long Adult Ecerpt from Broken Fences
“Just admit
it. You want me.” A crooked grin tugged on his lip.
Dusty glared
at him from the corner of her eye. “Okay.” She gripped the railing and swayed
back. “Yes, once I wanted you—once. But like I said, let’s not dwell on the
past. I’m so over you, St. James.”
The smug
son-of-a-bitch’s smile broadened. He shook his head. “I’m so not convinced,
Dusty girl,” he said with sparkling, playful eyes.
“Stop calling
me that!”
“What?” He
arched a badly behaving eyebrow. “Girl?”
“Yes!”
“Well, you
are one, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but—”
“Oh, I get
it,” he rudely interrupted. “Too generic? How ‘bout I call you, uh…my pretty
girl? Would you like that?”
In false
protest, her nose and forehead scrunched. But she could already see it. The
minute that little fawning left his sexy mouth, she’d drop to her knees, ready
to give the man whatever he wanted.
“No?” He
rubbed his chin and released a low, sexy, “Hmm.” A second later, he lifted an
a-ha finger. “Tough girl?”
Her entire
face flushed with heated anger.
He grimaced.
“Don’t like that either?” His eyes hooded. “I know what kind of girl you are.”
She snorted.
This oughtta be good. “Yeah? And what kind of girl am I?”
“A bad girl,”
he huskily drawled. “You want to be my bad girl, don’t you?”
“No!” Oh God,
yes! Who wouldn’t want to be his bad… anything? The new and improved St. James
was hot, and her knees were already begging to hit the floor for him. Shake it
off, bad girl. Just, shake it the hell off!
“Come over
here.” An arm wrapped around her waist. “C’mon.” He dragged out the words as he
dragged her up to his side. “It’s all good. You can be my bad girl anytime,
Dusty Owens.”
When he bent
his head down, warning bells went off in her addled brain. Sissy and Jimmy
could see them from where they were standing. She veered back, her hand
pressing into his shoulder, “Colden!”
“Don’t be so
skittish.” His lips turned up, and his grip tightened. “Where’s that brazen
girl? Where’s the girl who showed up at Rusty’s Tavern with Britt Weber, the
player of all plays?”
Her eyes
widened. Is he really going to bring up that night?
“And after a
slow, naughty bull ride performance in a very slinky white dress, I might add,
that bad girl dirty danced with the scumbag.”
He even
remembers my dress? God.
“Where’s that
brazen girl who took a huge risk, hoping I’d come to her rescue and save her
from the sleazebag?”
The night
flooded into her brain, Colden pulling her out of Britt Weber’s truck. Him
punching Britt, who was twelve years her senior, right in the face, and Colden
chasing after her and catching up with her at old man McAllister’s fence. Crazy
for him, her attempt at making Colden jealous had worked. She’d tried to keep
him hot by picking a fight, but Colden hadn’t taken the bait. Without saying a
word, he’d just walked up to her and kissed her hard, a kiss he didn’t break
until they broke McAllister’s fence—until she’d surrendered her virtue and her
heart to him.
“So? Where’s
that bad girl now?” he provoked.
Dusty shook
her head and told him the truth. “She grew up.” She knew it was immature to try
to make Colden jealous back then. He wasn’t a kid. He was a man, and he had
shown her that night just what kind of man he was, the kind she wanted to spend
the rest of her life with.
“Nah.” Sturdy
fingers pressed into her hipbone. “I think she’s still in there. She just needs
some coaxing to come out and play.” He leaned in and huskily taunted, “Come
out, come out, wherever you are! Be my bad girl and admit you wanna play.”
“In your
dreams, St. James. Why don’t you get over yourself? I’ve already told you that
I don’t feel anything for you—not anymore,” she lied, trying to save herself.
“I don’t
believe you.” His eyes wickedly twinkled with the statement.
“I don’t
really care what you believe.”
“Take your
panties off.”
As angry as
he was making her, her body had to respond to the command, and every muscle
froze. “What?”
“If they’re
bone dry,” he said, tilting to the left and dropping his voice, “I’ll believe
you.”
“Colden, look
where we are, for God’s sake. You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna¬—”
He tilted
slightly closer, his eyes dark and daring. “Take them off.”
“I-I can’t,”
she mumbled, hypnotized by his captivating, intent look and even more stunned
by the crazy demand.
“Why?” The
corner of his mouth lifted. “Oh, right.” His smile grew bigger. “Don’t worry. I
don’t mind getting my hand a little wet.”
What?
Absolutely incorrigible! “You’re an ass.”
“Well, if
that’s not your excuse, what is?”
“Besides the
obvious, it’s a rude a request.” She smirked at him. Yeah, that’s right, buddy.
Two can play at this game. “I can’t give them to you because…” She inched
closer to his tempting mouth. “I’m not wearing any.” Unable to ignore the
pleasure she got from seeing the astonishment light up his eyes, her smile grew
too.
“Damn, girl.”
He exhaled, letting out a very noticeable whistle. His hand slid slowly down
her hip, as if to confirm her claim, then roamed to her backside. “Do you know
what a statement like that can do to a guy?”
“Again, I
don’t care.”
“Well then,
let’s make you care…”
Well, this one sounds...hot and intriguing, and I can't wait to pick up a copy for myself.
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