I’m thrilled to share the cover and blurb for my first book in the Devil’s Den series (New Adult/Contemporary Romance) available for preorder (release date January 27, 2015 Random House). And a sneak peak…
Welcome to the Devil’s Den, a Texas strip club where the air is heavy with desire—and sometimes dreams come true.
Ever since her mother kicked her out, twenty-year-old Robyn Gonzalez has been working the poles at the Devil’s Den, saving up to finish college and travel the world. With only her wits and her gorgeous body to rely on, Robyn has learned to be independent—fiercely independent. She’s never been tempted to let a man distract her from her dreams . . . until she meets the dead-sexy Garrick Dempsey.
The club’s new head of security, Garrick had walked away from a career as a mechanical engineer to return to his roots in Corpus Christi. He hadn’t planned on getting to know someone like Robyn, with her sinfully sweet combination of vulnerability and strength, at the Devil’s Den. She acts tough, but only because she’s been hurt. Soon Garrick knows he will do anything to win Robyn’s trust. And if that means surrendering to the red-hot chemistry between them, all the better.
She doesn’t need to thank me. I’ll help any woman in distress, old, young, it’s the way I was raised. Texas boys do it right. I smile. “I’m Garrick.”
She eyes me for a long minute and says, “Robyn.” She stands up.
She moves toward me. “I mean it,” she says. “If you weren’t here…”
“It’s nothing…” I feel sorry for her out here all alone. It’s too dark and dangerous for any girl, especially one that looks like her. “Can I take you somewhere?”
“My car is half a mile that way.” She points at the pier.
“Come on.” I’ll stash her in my truck. The fish aren’t biting anyway. “I’ll give you a ride.”
She nods and I walk to the passenger side and open the door for her. “Your chariot.” I gesture for her to climb in.
She does, and I reach around her to start the AC. My arm brushes against hers. Skin on skin. Something sparks, I look down at her. She catches my glance, then quickly averts her eyes. Shy. Yep. She felt it, too. I chuckle and retreat, closing the door. It will only take a few minutes to dismantle my stands and poles. I finish, and throw the gear in the bed of the truck. I join her inside and buckle my seatbelt. She’s quiet, but I watch her follow my lead and buckle up. I nearly drool at the vision that strap makes running diagonally between her breasts. She knows I’m staring. But I look away before she says anything. I’m not an animal, just a red-blooded American boy who loves women. And this one has my full attention at the moment.
Where to buy it…
Barnes and Noble