I’m so glad to have author friend Shelli Stevens here today at the Explosive Contest. Shelli is going to be telling us about the second book in her Holding Out for a Hero series, and she’s generously giving away the first book in the series to one commenter here today!
Beth: Welcome, Shelli! I know you have been very busy lately. What are you working on writing-wise?
I’m actually between projects! I just finished up a paranormal that I need to revise/edit and then send back to our agent ;). I also plan on trying to write a category romance, as well as a book to that would follow up with a secondary character from Negligee Behavior (my upcoming contemporary release at Carina).
Beth: How are you and your books alike?
I think you’ll see some of me in a handful of my heroines. If something completely random or funny comes out of their mouth, that’s probably a little of myself right there.
Some of the hotter stuff like love scenes is pretty much fiction? I’m actually single and quite boring, so it’s not first hand accounts! Sorry if that disappoints. 😛 Some of my books will incorporate traveling, because I love to travel. I just like to make my books fun and exciting and obviously a little (or a lot!) sexy.
Beth: What authors influenced you over the years?
I started reading category romances as a tween, they were my first. I wish I could tell you the authors or titles, but mostly I just picked them up and devoured them. I also picked up a lot of Sandra Brown, Nora Roberts, Johanna Lindsey. I read such an abundance of authors now (including you, Beth!) Cherry Adair, Jane Porter, Lora Leigh. Really the list is extensive, covering category authors to single title books of every genre and heat level! I love to find new authors. And I’ve always LOVED historicals, which is funny because I’ve never written one.
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 2
Megan Asher has a thriving career, looks, self-confidence to spare. It all means little without the love of her life. Trevor has returned from deployment in Afghanistan a haunted man, emotionally distant and unwilling to connect—except in bed. Then even that fragile thread snaps. Brokenhearted, she is forced to call off their wedding and, after a few months’ separation, try to move on.
With every aspect of his life spinning out of his once-legendary control, Trevor Wyatt convinces himself that Megan is better off—and safer—as far away from his demons as possible. Until he comes back to town for his brother’s wedding, and discovers Megan is dating.
Suddenly realizing what he’s thrown away, he vows to breach the fortress she’s built around her heart. They come together in a cataclysm of rekindled passion that unleashes the very demons he never wanted her to witness.
Back to square one, Megan realizes she must take the ultimate risk to slip past Trevor’s defenses. Give him control in the one place she can. The bedroom. The seductive move is one she prays will be the first step in helping heal him and their love.
Coming December 21st from Samhain Publishing.
“Why are you here, Trevor?” she asked again.
“You’ll have to tell him no.”
Megan stilled. “Excuse me?”
“Henry boy. You’ll have to tell him that you can’t have dinner with him tonight.”
This time she let out a slow, throaty laugh that had his eyes darkening further.
“And why is that?” she asked.
“Because you’re having dinner with me.”
The hell she was. Megan let the smile on her face become a bit sympathetic.
“I find it best not to go to dinner with my exes,” she murmured and pushed back her chair to stand. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”
“Because there’s so many of them? Exes?” Trevor asked, standing as well and blocking her escape from where she’d been about to slip past him. “We were together for two years and before that, I remember you saying there was no one serious.”
Annoyance sparked in her belly and it pricked her to realize she probably wasn’t hiding it from her eyes now. “This is all a bit irrelevant, Trevor. I’m not having dinner with you.”
He slowly made his way around her desk, and she took a few steps backward, her pulse quickening and her mouth going dry.
“Come on, angel, just admit it,” he said softly, advancing upon her. “The idea of dinner with Henry does nothing for you.”
“Henry happens to be a very nice man,” she said quickly, her back literally against the wall now.
Oh God, if he came any closer—and there, damn it he did! Their knees were nearly bumping now. She drew in a sharp breath, but it only filled her head with the scent of him. His shampoo and soap that was painfully familiar. The faint hint of his cologne. Megan had the urge to nuzzle his neck, to flick her tongue and see if he still tasted the same.
You’re crazy, Megan, get it together.
“Tell me about this Henry guy,” he commanded softly, his gaze sliding over her face, searching her eyes. “Does he wear starched suits and bowties?”
“Actually, he doesn’t.” They were just regular ties.
Her heart thumped wildly against her rib cage and the proximity of his body to hers had every tiny hair on the back of her neck lifting up in awareness. Why oh why didn’t she share an office with anyone? Most of her days were spent on the phone with clients, answering e-mails or doing paperwork, but very rarely did anyone come in.
She was alone with Trevor unless she forced him to leave. And right now—though her brain was screaming at her to throw him out on his cocky ass—her body was begging him to stay. To stop just looking at her and to touch her. Because she missed him so much. She missed being held in his arms and kissing him. Touching him. Talking…though the talking had ended long before the kissing had.
Every muscle in her body was coiled with tension. With need.
“I’ve always loved you like this, Megan.” He reached out and traced the lapel of her blazer. “But you know that, don’t you? All prim and proper in your trim little suits.”
“Nobody could possibly know by looking at you just what a little animal you are in bed,” he muttered thickly, his fingers gliding back up her lapel and then inward, to trace the neckline of her silk camisole. “How when you come hard you can scar up a man’s back with those claws of yours.”
His words had her biting back a throaty moan. Even as her nipples tightened and dampness gathered in her panties. She could see it in her head. Could almost feel his cock pounding into her again as the weight of his body pinned hers to the bed.
No, sex won’t fix anything.
“Remember that time when we first started dating, when I fucked you in this office?” he asked. “When I bent you over that desk right over there, lifted your skirt, pushed those tiny panties you love to wear aside and just took you?”
Her sex clenched with an ache to be filled, because she did remember. But she shook her head, trying to make him stop verbalizing such a sensual memory.
“Remember how you begged me, angel?” He smiled. “‘Cause I sure do.”
“Does Henry make you feel like this? Does he know that kissing the small of your back makes you whimper like a bitch in heat?” His voice dropped an octave as his finger dipped under the neckline of her top to caress the swell of her breasts.
Push him away. Tell him to stop. But she couldn’t. Didn’t want to.
“Or when he’s sucking on your tits, are you biting your tongue not to call out my name?”
“Trevor,” she pleaded huskily, arching into his touch.
“Yeah. Just like that.” And then his head descended, his mouth slanting across hers.
Megan couldn’t have resisted even if she’d wanted to. She cried out as his lips plundered her, as his tongue thrust fiercely against hers as if to remind her just who was kissing her. As if she could ever, ever forget.
Wow, that’s some good stuff there, Shelli! Thanks so much for joining us here today.
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