Spotlight
& GIVEAWAY with author Rebecca J Clark
Welcome
back! I hope that you all enjoyed the first post today and are now
returning for more juicy info on ye another great book and author. It
is kind of funny. Today, both posts I am featuring, I chose based
solely on the covers. Again, I know nothing of this book or author
except that the cover grabbed me. Who could resist such a line
anyway? “She's everything he never wanted.” Love! It! I will be
learning about both book and author right along with you so I am
anxious to get started. Please allow me to introduce to the blog:
**REBECCA
J CLARK**
**BIO**
I've
wanted to be a romance writer since reading my first Harlequin
Romance when I was 11. I even remember the title—Wild Goose, by
Mary Wibberley. Before that, I wanted to be Nancy Drew.
I
love writing and reading romance because I'm a sucker for a happy
ending. I love the feeling I get when finishing a great book--just
for that moment, everything is right in the world. I hope to make my
readers feel the same way.
On
a personal note, I’ve been married 24 years (to the same guy), have
two teenagers, a German shepherd who spends his days chasing our two
cats (who, I'm pretty sure, are plotting to kill the dog), a gecko,
two rats who come when they're called (seriously), and too many dust
bunnies to count.
When
I'm not busy writing or doing wife and mom stuff, I’m a personal
fitness trainer and group exercise instructor at an awesome gym in a
little town in the Pacific NW. I teach Pilates, Zumba, Turbokick and
yoga. All that exercise supports my Cheetos habit...
You
can find out more about Ms. Clark in the following places:
**SHAMELESS**
Contemporary
Romance
Publisher:
Self/Indie
Release
Date: December 12, 2012
Heat
Level: Steamy
Length:
323 pages
**BLURB**
Haunted
by a tragic accident 20 years ago, John Everest knows he doesn't
deserve a family of his own, so he spends his days building the most
successful fitness franchise in Seattle...and his nights alone. But
that all changes when Samantha Rossi storms back into his life.
Happily
single, Samantha feels there are only two types of men in this world:
those who are good for nothing and those who are good for one thing.
Now she needs that one thing desperately, because she wants a baby.
John, a man from her past, is the perfect donor. He doesn't want
children. He doesn't want a wife. He just wants her body. She can
deal with that.
John
agrees to Samantha's no-strings-attached proposal, never expecting to
fall for the fiery beauty he'd wronged so many years ago. It'll take
more than a shameless proposal to overcome their tragic past, but
with a little luck and forgiveness, anything is possible.
Warning:
This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains
adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered
offensive to some readers.
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**EXCERPT**
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reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age.
If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
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The
door opened and Sam Rossi stepped onto the plush beige carpet. He
took one look at her and said, “Good God.”
He
knew it was rude, but he had to stare, needed to let his eyes drink
in every bit of her, starting with the black stilettos. His gaze
traveled up her shapely legs. The skirt of her dress was just long
enough to be considered legal, he was sure. And the dress itself —
whew! Blood jetted into strategic parts of his anatomy. It was
a shimmer of clinging silver following her every curve. The sleeves
were long and fitted and the neckline scooped low enough to tempt him
without revealing too much. Her glorious mane of hair swirled over
her shoulders in a sexy jumble of dark waves.
“Good
God,” he said again.
She
laughed and stepped further into the room. “Is that all you can
say?” A velvety black coat was draped over one arm and her hands
clutched a sequined purse.
He
shook his head and stood, circling the desk to stand of front of her.
With those high heels, the top of her head just about reached his
eyes. He’d only have to bend his neck a little to kiss her. Don’t
think that! “What are you doing here?” Checking the time
again, he said, “I thought we were meeting at Cavenaugh Coffee.”
“I
got into downtown early and took the chance you’d be working late.”
She glanced around. “Nice office.”
“Uh,
thanks.” At a loss for words and coherent thoughts, he motioned to
the burgundy leather couch against the wall opposite his desk. “Have
a seat. I just need to, ah, finish something real quick, then we can
go.”
Her
hips swayed as she went, and his gaze followed the hypnotic movement.
She deposited her coat and purse on the sofa’s wide arm, then sank
onto the plump cushions. Leaning back, she crossed her legs, one shoe
dangling off her toe, the skirt of her dress damned close to
revealing heaven. God.
He
didn’t know what had prompted this change of attitude in her, and
with any woman other than her, he wouldn’t question his good
fortune. But the small part of his brain not yet on hormonal
overdrive warned him to watch his step. This was Sammy Jo he was
drooling over. Sammy Jo. If she knew who he was, she’d claw
out his eyes with those long, red nails. He couldn’t forget that.
Sitting
at the computer, he saved his work and closed out of the software
program. The comfortable creaking of leather sent his gaze back in
Sam’s direction. She had risen from the couch and smoothed her
skirt over her hips.
Smiling,
she came around the desk. “Are these your kids?” She reached over
his shoulder for a framed photograph on the shelf. The side of her
breast came tantalizingly close to grazing his jaw.
Searching
for his equilibrium, he glanced at the picture. “Uh, no. Those are
my brother’s kids. Tori and Harlan.”
“Cute.”
She replaced the frame on the shelf beside a miniature dumbbell he
used as a bookend. “Do you have kids?” She headed back toward the
couch.
“Uh,
no. No, I don’t.”
“Mm.
Married two times, yet no children.” She sent him a questioning
glance over her shoulder.
How
did she know about—? Ah, yes. The Extravaganza. His face heated.
His marital history wasn’t something he was proud of. At all. “We
didn’t want— I mean, I didn’t want— Not every marriage
produces children.” Christ almighty, his speaking abilities with
this woman ranked right along with his four-year-old nephew’s. He
needed to change the focus from himself. “What about you? Any
kids?” Of course he already knew the answer to the question from
the P.I.’s report.
She
reached behind the couch to open the blinds. Her dress came
dangerously close to revealing heaven again, but somehow it remained
in place. “No. Do all these windows look out on the club?”
“Yes.
It lets me keep an eye on things.”
She
peered out the window overlooking the Olympic-quality weight room.
“Do you like kids?”
“Other
people’s kids.”
“You
don’t want any of your own?”
“No.”
Wait a minute. John narrowed his eyes. He’d been around
women before who were on the prowl for a husband. He hadn’t pegged
Sam Rossi as the marriage-minded type, but this conversation sure
sounded suspect. Was that her agenda? God, he hoped not. “Okay,
Samantha. Why all the questions? What gives?”
Her
sudden laughter surprised him as she turned away from the window.
“Relax, big guy,” she said, coming over to perch on the edge of
his desk, giving him a nice view of her thigh. “I’m not looking
to be the third Mrs. John Everest, if that’s what you’re getting
at.”
He
breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Marriage and kids aren’t in
the cards for you?”
She
stood and put her hands on her hips. “Do I look like the marrying
kind?”
Most definitely not, he
mused, raising his eyebrows. No, Samantha Rossi wasn’t the wifely
type. She was more the type he’d like to—
**GIVEAWAY**
Oh!
My! Gosh! I know exactly what she means. That moment, at the end of
the book, when all is perfect and the Mcs have their HEA ... *le
sigh* That is what it is all about. That moment. Love the snark. An
author after my own heart. And rats that come when they are called?
Seriously? I grew up with pet rats and in fact named the first two
after a book I adored in school ... The Westing Game. But Turtle and
Theo never once came when I called. *pouts* And I wish my small town
had exercise classes like those you teach. Want to come visit
Williams, AZ and teach here for a while???
I
hope you all enjoyed your time spent here today. I always love to see
your comments so please feel free to leave one below. Your feedback
really is important to me. Tell me anything about this post;
especially if you have read Ms. Clark's work before. I would love to
know what you think. And as always, please consider buying a copy of
the featured book for yourself if you enjoyed your experience here
today. Showing authors support is very important to our future
reading pleasure.
A
special thanks to Ms. Clark for spending some time here with us
today. I hope that you all had as much fun as I did finding out all
about SHAMELESS and Ms. Clark. Don't forget to enter the GIVEAWAY
before you leave today. You have nothing to lose except a chance to
win. I wish all who enter the best of luck! Have a terrific day and I
will be seeing you all soon. But until then ...
HAPPY
READING!!!
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