Who doesn't love a sexy country romance?! I'm excited to share in the
Blog Tour of The Nanny Arrangement by Rachel Harris hosted by
Tasty Book Tours. For my stop I have an excerpt and
$15 Amazon Gift Card giveaway.
Publication Date: May 22nd 2017 by Entangled Bliss
About the book:
Soft-spoken
and shy Hannah Fisher is determined to make the man she’s loved her entire life
finally see her as a woman. With the help of a makeover, a new
mission—Operation Find My Happy—and the convenient forced proximity of a tour
bus, she vows to win her best friend Deacon’s heart.
Former bad
boy and current fiddle player Deacon Latrell has the world at his fingertips: a
new gig with a famous band, plus his best friend on tour as his son’s nanny.
Life couldn’t get much sweeter. Now if only he could stop imagining kissing the
daylights out of his childhood BFF…
With
one friend set on pushing the boundaries and the other afraid to rock the boat,
one thing’s for certain—their story would make one heck of a country song.
Excerpt:
Deacon
released a heavy breath. Sometimes the right thing felt a hell of a lot like
nausea. Resolved with what he had to do, he looked at the door…then slowly
dropped his hand.
He’d give
it another few minutes.
Calling
himself ten shades of coward, he redirected his steps. A hot shower would clear
his head. Maybe he’d even pull a Hannah and rehearse what he’d tell her in
advance. It always worked for her, helping her control her stutter, and though
Deacon didn’t have that particular problem, he was nervous as hell. If her head
was even half as muddled as his was, this conversation wouldn’t be easy.
Frustrated,
he shoved open the bathroom door harder than necessary. Fog and heavily scented
air rushed to greet him, and it took a second for the reason to register. When
it did, he came to an abrupt stop with one hand on the doorknob and one foot
still in the hall.
Candy and flowers.
As the
steam disappeared through the crack in the door, a vision appeared, plucked
straight from his recent fantasies. Creamy skin, pink from the shower and wet
with liquid drops, topped anything his imagination could’ve conjured. Damp
ginger curls clung to a slender throat that was arched back, making a sexy
silhouette as full lips trembled in a silent speech to the ceiling. Dark, spiky
lashes lay across a flushed cheek, hiding a pair of expressive eyes he’d know
anywhere.
Torture,
thy name was Hannah.
Gone was
the girl he’d known in high school. Erased was the rock he’d depended on in
college. The goddess in the shower was a woman, a beautiful woman, with
tantalizing curves, shapely legs, and the most incredible smile he’d ever seen.
The arousal
flowing through his veins mocked his previous so-called resolve.
“Cherry.”
Her name
came on a choked breath, but Hannah’s eyes snapped open. Smooth skin turned to
stone as she stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed, before slanting those green eyes
toward him in horror.
“Deacon!”
Frantic, she tried to cover her body, slinging one arm over her perfect breasts
while reaching for the folded towel on the counter with the other, only to
quickly draw back her hand and slap it over her lower half as well.
It was the
hardest thing he ever did, keeping his eyes above her waist. Taking one step
forward, he grabbed the terrycloth and handed it over, not trusting himself to
get any closer. When she took it from his hands, she could hardly look into his
eyes. Deacon’s chest gave a hard kick.
Hannah made
quick work of the towel, wrapping the terrycloth around her torso and clinging
to the edges. She bit her lip and stammered, “Wh-what are y-you doing?”
It wasn’t
remotely funny. The reappearance of her stutter meant she was either stressed
or anxious, two things he never wanted to be the cause of. But he couldn’t help
the laugh that broke free at the innocent question.
A
full-bodied, unstoppable laugh that threw his head back with the force of it.
“What am I doing?” he repeated in amusement, hearing
the gruffness of his own voice and dragging in a deep, floral-scented breath.
“Oh, Cherry… I’m losing my ever-loving mind.”
Author
Info
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Harris writes
humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot guys that make
them swoon. Vibrant settings, witty banter, and strong relationships are a
staple in each of her books…and kissing. Lots of kissing.
An
admitted bookaholic and homeschool mom, she gets through each day by laughing
at herself, hugging her kids, and watching way too much Food Network with her
husband. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES
talking with readers!
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