Make
Me Up
Release
Date: February 16th, 2015
Blurb:
Murder, mayhem and makeup.
Panty
dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of
broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private
investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up
artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s
harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.
Falling
into Harbor City’s modern day Casanova’s bed was never on Drea’s list of smart
things to do—but hotness happens, especially in the form of the
six-foot-five-inch motorcycle riding Cam. Then he takes their secret affair
public and she swears to never let him crinkle her sheets again. But when one
of Drea’s clients is murdered and the police zero in on her, the only person
she can count on is the one man she never thought she could trust.
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Note from Avery on Prize Pack:
When
you're a makeup artist, you have to look good--even when you're on the run from
the cops and a crime boss. Of course, it doesn't hurt that the person standing
between you and the bad guys is a sexy, motorcycle-riding former special ops
hottie who just happens to be your ex-lover. Yeah, those kind of days require
Sexy Mother Pucker lipstick, Most Wanted eyeliner, Making Headlines nail
polish, Gun Ammo eye shadow and Sweet Verbena scents. Lucky you, you don't have
to be on the run like Drea and Cam in Make Me Up to get all of these goodies.
Just enter the giveaway for your chance to win the Make Me Up Makeover Basket
from author Avery Flynn & Entangled Publishing!
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About Author
Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a
hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV
drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna
Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the
romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to
Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal
symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local
book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was
a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to
write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with
their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and
fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two
feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
Excerpt
Drea got out of the seat and turned around to face him, but she was lost for
words when she realized standing up had just given him a better view. Cam’s
green-eyed gaze took in her entire body. Then he grinned, pissing her off and
drenching her panties at the same damn time.
If
anyone could carry off absolutely wicked and totally charismatic at the same
time, it was Cam. She itched to run her fingers through his thick mass of
tousled honey blond hair. His murky green eyes were full of dark promise, the
kind she knew he could deliver.
And
then there was his body. She could eat Jell-O off of his tanned washboard abs
and the gelatin wouldn’t have the courage to jiggle. Being near him was like
standing at the edge of the subway platform as the train whooshed
by—exhilarating, dangerous, and addicting on a completely visceral level.
But
he’d broken her rule. The one thing she’d asked him not to do—and he’d gone and
done it anyway. She wasn’t sure whether knowing he’d done it without thinking
made the situation worse or just sad. But she couldn’t keep seeing him if she
couldn’t trust him to keep this a secret. Hell, after that kiss, there was no
secret. Cover blown. Everyone knew.
Time
to cut her losses. Breaking it off now was the smart plan.
“I
know what it is.” He stood up and closed the distance between them. “You’re
embarrassed because you think someone saw your tongue push its way into my
mouth—accidentally, I’m sure. And heard that sweet, soft moan of pleasure—”
She
pushed her hand against his chest and forced him back. “Get over yourself,
pretty boy.”
He
didn’t even blink at the insult. “You want me. I want you. The sex is amazing.
Why are you fighting so damn hard against letting people know we’re together?”
“Because
we’re not.” She had no plans to trod down the well-worn path to Cam Hardy’s bed
again. “You knew the rules when this thing started.”
“No
going public.” His gaze pinned her to the spot, and he looked at her like she
was the only woman in the world. “Look, babe, give me another chance.”
It
made her mouth go dry and other places get wet. They’d had one hell of a
wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am twisting of the sheets, but they’d known from the
start this was temporary. She’d known it. He’d known it. They’d agreed to keep
it secret.
“It’s
over.” Drea took a single step away from him.
He
moved lightning fast to get in front of her, his bulk blocking her view of the
rest of the group. “Don’t go away mad, babe. Let me make it up to you. Tonight.
My place. No one has to know.”
She
tossed her cup and plate into the trashcan. “Charming.”
He
threw up his hands in frustration. “Around most people, I am.”
“And
I’m not most people.” Pushing her point home, she traced a finger across his
broad, sinewy shoulders and used the softest hint of pressure to nudge him out
of her way so she could march across the grass to say goodbye to her best
friends. “You should remember that.”
“As
if I could ever forget.”
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