Blog by VONNIE DAVIS -- International, Award-Winning Romance Author: Adventurous...Humorous...Amorous.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

SUGAR WALLS by Mysti Holliday

I've got a Rose sistah on Vintage Vonnie today for a Virtual Book Blast of her recent release -- SUGAR WALLS. Mysti is one of our "wilder roses."

 
Misti will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one random commenter and to one random host at the conclusion of the tour.
I'm only one stop on the Book Blast so make sure you follow the tour and comment. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and stops can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/07/virtual-book-blast-tour-sugar-walls-by.html


 
BLURB:

When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place to live--the other side of his duplex. He’s always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink. Emilie doesn’t know what she’d do without him, or with the feelings she’s having for him. His shoulder doesn’t just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom—and fanning the flames might risk breaking something that Jack can’t fix.


 
EXCERPT:
 

Emilie hadn’t lied about the leak in her pipes.  Just  like she hadn’t broken her dishwasher, or the leg off her couch, or the alternator in her car on purpose. But, to be honest, it was almost a relief when those things happened, because they gave her an excuse to see Jack.
 

She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.

His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right
there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch dampened even more.

 
AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies.  Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about:  sexy men and the wanton women who love them.

She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters.  But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending.



4 comments:

Mysti Holiday said...

Thank you for hosting me today -- it's always good to visit with a fellow rose!

LisaRayns said...

I'm adding this to my tbr pile. Best of luck with the tour!

Vonnie Davis said...

Thanks for stopping by, Lisa. I enjoy helping to spread the word about other Roses' accomplisments. Sounds like a fabulous read, doesn't it?

Mel Bourn said...

MMM MMMM A bitable ass! I love it! TBR for sure.
mel
bournmelissa at hotmail dot com