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Coming September 28th from Evernight Publishing!

BLURB:

Caroline Grace has been invited by her best friend, Aldy, to New York City.  Needing a vacation because her marriage is almost finished, she jumps at the chance to relax and perhaps take the advice of her friend for a no-strings weekend fling.  Feeling too restless to sleep, she is down in the hotel bar when a drunk patron tries to pick her up.  Feeling disgusted, she leaves, only to be accosted by him.  She is saved by the very handsome Wren Calder, Aldy’s boss, who seems to immediately recognize what makes her tick.

Caroline is immediately swept off her feet by the powerful attraction she feels toward him.  She doesn’t hesitate to indulge in a one night stand, but Wren has other ideas.  He proposes a no strings weekend fling and Caroline decides it’s just what she needs to get over her divorce.  Wren slowly frees her inhibitions, opening her to a sexuality Caroline has long denied herself.    

Overshadowed by the mistake she made in the past, Caroline leaves at the end of the weekend vowing to forget him. But she soon comes to the conclusion that getting over Wren is going to be a little more difficult than she thought, because she realizes just how much she’s fallen in love.   

ABOUT BETH

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things.  I’ve lived in France, travelled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand.  I am a mom to an amazing little boy.  I’ve walked a red carpet event and visited the USS Voyager. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one.  My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming).  I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form.  And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: 

https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
https://www.facebook.com/bethdcarterauthor

www.bethdcarter.com

http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/

Amazon author page:

http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1

Cover Reveal! Joanna Blake's Heartfire

*Heartfire is a stand-alone novel with a guaranteed HEA and no cheating! This edition contains bonus materials for a limited time only!*

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BLURB:

I put out fires for a living. I'm damn good at it too. I'm known for my bravery, courage and daredevil stunts. Oh yeah, and the way I use my hose.

Firemen are celebrities in this town. My father, my brothers and all my cousins have put their lives on the line for the people of Brooklyn, NY. I've been in calendars and on TV. I have my pick of any woman I want. Anytime, anywhere. All I have to do is snap my fingers.

But Kennedy Stewart is the one that got away.

A shy girl from strict religious family, we had a hotter than hell fling. I was auctioned off for charity and her friends won me for her as a joke. A shy virgin should've been easy pickings for me. But I was the one who got swept off his feet.

We had a few weeks of bliss, even if we had to sneak around. I even said the 'L' word. The next thing I know she's visiting relatives and won't answer my calls. I swore off women – especially her. But she took a little surprise with her.

My baby.

Now she's back in the little bundle of joy bears a startling resemblance to yours truly. I can't be fooled and I can't be denied. I want what's mine.

"Holy shit..."

I turned to see what Lowe was looking at and my jaw dropped. She was here. In the bar.

Kennedy was here.

But she... didn't look like Kennedy.

Gone was the innocent little beauty I'd fallen for, and then lost. This girl was confident. Wild. She oozed sex. From the corset top she wore to the frayed denim miniskirt and high heeled booties. Her hair was blown out and luxurious, like she was in a shampoo commercial. Her pouty lips were shiny and red. Her stunning eyes were lined with something dark and smokey.

She was hot. She was sex on wheels. And she was already getting way too much attention.

Her cousin Jamie smirked at me. I knew that she'd done this to spite me. To torture me.

To get even with me for being a damn jackass.

And it was working.

I growled and slammed my drink down. I strode across the bar and grabbed Kennedy's arm. Then I dragged her right back outside.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

She squeaked as I released her. I stood there, panting as she looked at me in shock.

"Drew... I didn't know you would be here."

"Like hell you didn't!"

"Jamie said I needed to get out. So, we're out."

"Go home, Kennedy! I don't want you here!"

Her gorgeous eyes blinked at me. Then she blinked again. I stared at the solitary tear that rolled down her cheek.

I ran my hands through my hair.

"Kennedy... shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

She pulled her purse tight over her shoulder and shook her head.

"No, it's fine. I should have realized Jamie was up to something. We'll just... I'll go somewhere else."

I stared at her, my jaw clenching.

"You should go home. You're going to start a damn riot! Why are you dressed like that? What are you trying to do to me?"

She squared her shoulders and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"Nothing. I'm leaving. Like you said. Tell- tell Jamie I'll see her at PJ's."

"PJ's! Hell, no you are not going to PJ's alone!"

She gave me a cold look.

"I don't see that it's any of your concern. I have a sitter. I'm an adult. I can go anywhere I damn please!"

I snarled at her, taking a step towards her.

"No, you can't."

"Yes. I can."

She was trying to sound tough but she took a step backwards.  I followed her until her back was against the wall. She gave me a nervous look. Good.

She should be nervous.

"No. You can't."

I was inches away from her. I could practically taste her lips. She always reminded me of strawberries and cream. I wanted to see if she still tasted like that.

I wanted to see if the fire was still burning between us.

That was a lie.

I knew it was.

Even after everything she'd done, I could not resist her. I'd tried to stay away. And I'd failed.