Double Feature: Shortt and Falcone (Entangled Indulgence)

**MAKE UP POST ~ ENTRY 7**

**ENTANGLED Indulgence ~ Double Feature Spotlight**

ZOMG! I have missed you all so much! I cannot even begin to describe how much I have missed all of this … the blog, reading, reviewing … EVERYTHING!!! I though the best way to mark my come back would be to make good on several posts that I missed when everything seemed to go downhill. I had every intention of getting these posts up, but life interfered big time and I feel like I should honor my word, even if it is rather late in the delivery. Sometimes posting information from several months back can be a bit tricky because sometimes the information changes. Covers may change, and book may have been re-released, a new publisher may come into play … basically a lot can happen in a matter of months. I believe that I have correct information in all of these posts, but if I missed anything, feel free to shoot me a note and I will be more than happy to update. With that said, these books and authors have waited far too long for their spotlights on the blog, so let’s get started. Without further delay, please allow me to introduce to the blog:

**EMMA SHORTT**

**BIO**

As a kid Emma wanted to be an astronaut, or maybe Captain Janeway. Because she didn't really think her career choices through very well she ended up in an everyday geek job, crunching numbers and sighing over syntax. It seemed a long way from the stars and in an effort to escape Emma decided to get serious about her other passion. Writing. Several years later and Emma has yet to walk on the moon or sit in the Captain's chair, but she is still writing. She scribbles stories in all sorts of genres, contemporary, paranormal, post-apocalyptic, historical, sci-fi...if she hasn't tried it yet she will before long. The only common theme is the romance. A hopeless romantic everything Emma writes has a love story in there somewhere.

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**THE SEDUCTION GAME**

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You are all in for a heck of a treat because I have an excerpt to share with you from both of these books. At the time of this promo, The Seduction Game was a new release. As far as I can tell, everything seems the same. However, if you notice anything that needs to be updated, please let me know. Following the promo is all of the information about the book. So be sure to check it out. Enjoy!

**THE SEDUCTION GAME**

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 249 pages
Release Date: April 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62266-327-9
Imprint: Indulgence

**BLURB**

When millionaire bad boy, Will Thornton, tries to buy computer-geek Kate Kelly’s building out from under her, she refuses to sell. Will might be uber rich, and super successful but she won’t be bullied. Trouble is, she didn’t expect Will to look like one of her fantasy heroes, or to make her heart beat a little too fast. She’s prepared to wait him out, but it’ll take every ounce of her self-control to win this game.

With millions of dollars on the line, Will is positive he can make Kate sell. He’s played the game better than anybody and charming is his middle name. Problem is, the snarky, geeky, computer-wiz is nothing like he imagined—impossibly cute and a match for him in every way.

The game is on but can two such radically different people come out winners in the game of seduction?

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**EXCERPT**

Kate sighed, not wanting to move but getting up anyway. Excitement had been rare round their parts even before all the other property owners had fallen for Will Thornton’s wallet. Nowadays, what with them being the only business left and all, it was pretty much absent.

“Who is it? Another lawyer or surveyor, I bet,” Kate said as she stalked across the store. It wasn’t a long stalk. The main room of K.I.T. was not exactly big. It boasted a display window, a counter, wall shelving, and her den—all crammed into a space that was smaller than Kate’s childhood bedroom. “It better not be Chris what’s-his-name again.”

Meg shook her head and pointed in the direction of the visitor before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s not Chris. He’s dumpy and sweaty. But this guy? Well, no one would say he has any kind of crumbling anything. Certainly not his manhood.”

“Why is he wearing a suit?” Kate asked, more because she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Meg had a point. More than a point, actually. The man, whoever he was, bore a striking resemblance to her numero-uno heartthrob, Firefly god Malcolm Reynolds. Good lordie, indeed. “Who the hell wears a full suit to a building site?” she asked, even as her heart began to pound a little faster and a moshpit of butterflies took up residence in her stomach. “Lawyers is who. And stop twitching the blind. He’s going to see that we’re staring.”

Giving no indication that he had noticed the blind twitching across the street, the man opened the passenger side door of his fancy car and pulled out a hard hat and high-visibility vest. He removed his suit jacket, exposing a crisp white shirt and despairingly muscular bod, shrugged the high-vis vest on, pushed his fair hair back, and placed the hat on his head.

“Lawyers don’t wear hard hats,” Meg insisted, sighing. “He must be one of the project managers or something. I call dibs. You know I call dibs, right?”

Of course she did. Meg always called dibs and usually that was fine with Kate. Meg was the flirty, fun, outrageous one. She got the numbers and the dates and came in the next morning all disheveled and full of lusty stories. Kate got work and a Firefly marathon, if there was time. So yeah, usually…

The butterflies twisted and turned. Kate found herself wondering where usually had gone. She took another peek at the man, her heart rate increasing as she did so. It was such a weird reaction to have to a stranger, good-looking or no, that she took a step back, tugged one of Meg’s braids, and spoke with a forced cheerfulness. “Good luck with that. Whether he’s a lawyer, a project manager, or just another construction guy, he’s clearly not a customer, so he’s probably not gonna come in here.”

“He could be a customer,” Meg said wistfully. “One last, hardy soul willing to brave the construction site this place has become so you can work your wizardry on his hard drive.”

“Loving your enthusiasm, but I doubt it. We haven’t had any walk-in customers since the bakery closed. God, I miss their banana bread.”

“We still have our regulars. They’ll keep coming. They don’t care that we’re now located in the middle of a shit storm and that the air is thick with dust and there’s nowhere to even buy a bottle of water…”Meg dropped the blind like it had scalded her and scooted back, stepping on Kate’s foot in the process. “Oh, crap, you don’t think…”

“Holy hell, Meg. That hurt! You have steel toe caps on, you know.”

“Sorry, but I just realized…you don’t think it’s him?”

“Him who?”

“The Borg king.”

The butterflies disappeared and a nasty panic hit Kate square in the chest—her muscles tightened and her belly clenched. She opened her mouth to deny the possibility that the Adonis across the way could possibly be Will Thornton, but then closed it a second later. She peeked back out of the blinds instead and eyed the figure who was now speaking into his cell phone. He looked…impatient…aggressive…all male. Her heart stuttered and she swallowed unsteadily. “It can’t be. It wouldn’t be,” she said. “The man’s like a millionaire or something. He’d be surrounded by minions.”

Meg twitched the blind again. “Speaking of minions…”

The man, who may or may not have been Will Thornton, dropped his cell phone into his pocket and gestured impatiently at the two burly workers now approaching him. He spoke a couple of words Kate and Meg couldn’t hear before disappearing into what was once Mr. Kawoski’s shop, followed by the workers. Where they’d come from, Kate didn’t know, but there they were. Maybe he snapped his fingers and they just appeared, ready and willing to do his bidding?

Just like Will Thornton would.

“It’s gotta be him,” Meg said, echoing her thoughts. “We knew he’d come sooner or later and now here he is, and he’s bound to come over. He practically has to. He needs this building and you’ve ignored the last lot of his letters, not to mention you told Chris to go suck it. What other option is there but to come see you in person?”

Kate shook her head. The idea of having to speak to Will Thornton made her want to scream. The idea of having to speak to a Will Thornton who was as immensely attractive as the man across the way made her want to hide. She had an image of him in her head, based purely on what she thought he should look like—old and hawk-faced, and whenever Kate had imagined a showdown with him it was that image she had confronted. Only now? Kate inhaled sharply. How the hell could she deal with a Will Thornton who made butterflies take up residence in her belly, purely on his looks?

“He could come in here any moment,” Meg added.

“He can’t,” Kate said, her voice slightly more frantic than she would have liked. “I already told Chris-the-sleaze my answer. He can’t.”

Meg snorted. “Of course he can, and he’s probably going to. We, and by we, I mean you, can’t ignore the situation forever. He’s not going to give up. K.I.T. sits right in the middle of the whole development. He’s gonna keep hassling you until you agree to sell. You are aware of this, right?”

Kate stepped away from the window and, to give herself a moment to think, she adjusted one of the USB kits hanging from the shelving system next to the window. It was dusty, which meant the rest of the stock probably was, too, which meant she’d have to clean, again.

“Katie?” Meg prompted.

The infrared keyboard and mouse combos were also coated in a fine powder, as were the adaptors. Kate rubbed at the dust, realized it wasn’t going to come off, and dropped her hand.

The dust all over the stock, the empty shops, the tilting signs, the quiet sidewalks… How could she not be aware of what was happening? Will Thornton was everywhere. Will Thornton was the cause of all her problems. But…he couldn’t be the immensely hot man across the way, could he? It just wasn’t possible.

“I’m aware of it,” she finally said.

“Welllll,” Meg drew the word out and hiked a thumb in the direction of Mr. Kawoski’s. “Don’t you think, just in case that guy is Will Thornton, that we should talk about it?”

“No.” Kate sighed. “I do not. Not at all. In fact, I am going to pretend you didn’t even call me over. I’m going back to work. I have more interesting things to be doing than watching Captain Fantastic over there poking around in the rubble.”

“But what if it is him?”

“If it is Thornton,” Kate said. “Which I’m not convinced of at all, he has my answer. He’s had it a gazillion times. As far as he’s concerned, it is written on my forehead in caps.”

“Katie—”

“I’m serious, Meg,” she said, her voice rising ever so slightly. “He can offer me the moon. It won’t make any difference. This is my building, my business, my home. I built it from scratch and I’m not going to hand it over to some guy who thinks he can simply snap his fingers…and voilà.”

She cast the window one last glance before hurrying back over to the den, her own little piece of heaven. It held her desk, her three desktop computers, her laptop, her tablets, and all the paraphernalia she needed to do her work. It was her favorite place in the whole world, and no one was going to take it from her, certainly not Will Thornton.

Will Thornton. Damn it, why did the prospect of it being him make her feel so jittery? Why was the panic making her heart pound so hard? Kate rubbed her clammy palms on her jeans, answerless questions buzzing through her brain.

“We should have hacked into his company files,” Meg grumbled. “There would have been a picture of him and then we’d know if that hottie is him.” She paused. “I know I’ve said it before but there should have been at least one pic on Google. He’s superrich. Rich people love having their photo taken.”

“And super shy, apparently,” Kate said. “Which confirms my guess that Fast and Furious over there is not Will Thornton. And we don’t hack into people’s private files.”

Meg moved the blinds back into place, gave the window one last long look, and then made her way back to the counter. She pulled her bar stool up against it and sat down, elbows resting between the till on one side and her Mac on the other. “No hacking,” she said with a smirk. “Got it. Now…what if he comes in here?”

“Then tell him to get lost,” Kate said, even as a horrifying image of the man from across the street sauntering into her shop filled her mind. Worse, her own likely reaction quickly followed. Awkwardness central.

“To get lost?” Meg asked. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. Preferably at the event horizon of a black hole.”

“You think that’ll work?”

“Eventually.”

**CARMEN FALCONE**

**BIO**

Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beat doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband, living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she is not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.

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**A NIGHT OF MISBEHAVING**

Genre: Contemporary Category Romance
Length: 77 pages
Release Date: April 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62266-559-4
Imprint: Indulgence

**BLURB**

Before the end of the night, they’ll break all the rules.

For just one night, Georgia Taylor wants to forget about her demanding job and the everyday struggles of being a single mom. Her track record with men is pitiful, but that’s fine because her responsibilities don’t leave room for love anyway. The new online dating site is perfect for what she’s after.

But Georgia’s plans are crushed when Brent Turner, aka Sexy Dad and father of her daughter’s classmate, turns out to be her internet date, therefore, eliminating any possibility for a night without consequences.

All of Brent Turner’s honorable intentions fly out the window when he sees highly strung “Super Mom” waiting for her date at the bar. Determined to win Georgia’s trust and show her a good time, their no-strings evening promises to become so much more…until, that is, she discovers what he’s really up to.

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**EXCERPT**

“Look who I’ll be banging tonight,” Carl said with a bona fide man-whore smile on his face.
Brent sighed. He’d barely walked inside his business partner’s office, and it’d already started. Carl moved the computer monitor in his direction, but Brent refused to look and retrieved the iPad from his briefcase. “Don’t care. Did you take a look at the corporate wellness proposal I emailed you?”
Carl grabbed a small basketball and passed it from hand to hand, his eyes following the movement of the ball. “Not yet. Don’t worry, buddy, we’ll work it out.”
Or I’ll work it out. Showing blue- and white-collar workers a healthier lifestyle and easier solutions for their day-to-day, work-related aches was a passion of Brent’s that his sleazy partner didn’t share. Why would he? Carl had landed his position courtesy of his wealthy father, who had been the first major investor. The old man used his financial support for leverage to keep his son employed. Carl’s narrow mind was set on continuing their successful chain of upscale gyms in Austin, Texas.
Brent rubbed the back of his neck and plopped into a chair. He glanced at the image displayed on the monitor across from him. His legs were suddenly restless. It was Super Mom. Looking more super than mom. Her hair, usually in a ponytail or a prudish bun, framed her face with shampoo-commercial black waves. A shade of dark red stained her damn fine lips.
“My date du jour is a knockout, huh?” Carl snickered.
Blinking, Brent swallowed and stared at Carl, whose lips broke into the winning smile of a man who was close to achieving his goal.
“You can’t go out with her.”
Carl’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why not?”
“Her daughter goes to the same preschool as mine. I know her.” What was her name, again? Gia, Gina, Jenna… The woman volunteered to chaperone every school field trip and had one of those small hand sanitizer thingies hanging from her handbag.
He ran his finger through his hair. Damn it.  Joanne, Jackie, Gabby… What was it? A weight bench sat on his chest. Shit. The badge. A few days ago, he’d seen an ID badge hanging from her neck. She was a Human Resources Director at A.W., the giant manufacturer of networking equipment headquartered in Austin. The company he coveted for his corporate wellness program.
He would have approached her, but the woman never gave him the time of day. For no particular reason, Super Mom narrowed her eyes and creased her mouth whenever she saw him. He’d once tried to shoot her a smile across the parking lot, but she’d responded with a tight nod as she slid into her squeaky clean Honda Odyssey.
“I don’t care if she has a daughter. She’s at dateaustin.com. She wants to get lucky, and so do I.” Carl pointed to his athletic body restrained by a muscle shirt he could have bought at Abercrombie Kids.
“Just because she’s on that site doesn’t mean she’s game for anything.” Brent weighed his options. If Carl acted like an ass around Super Mom, their chances of getting a contract with A.W. were shot. No way would his partner keep who he was and what he did quiet. It’d be useless to ask Carl to keep the hook up detail-free. Truth was, Carl didn’t care for the corporate wellness program anyway, and often did the opposite of what he was told.
Staring out the glass window behind his partner, Brent willed the panoramic view of downtown Austin to offer some inspiration. In the middle of the day, cars crowded the busy streets, and lines of men with grim faces and collared shirts formed in front of the convention center. New businesses kept developing in the city, and more work meant higher stress levels. A couple of burly, suit-clad men walked side by side, deep in conversation, both carrying Starbucks cups.
They probably worked day in and day out, without time for relaxation or stretching. They would have back pains, carpal tunnel syndrome, and caffeine addiction. Not if he could help it. He jammed his hand into his pocket and touched the coin, as if the piece of metal cemented his determination. It was time to launch his program, which meant keeping Carl away from Super Mom and going in his place instead. What better solution to talk to her and pave the way for his wellness program?
“You can’t go out with her because she’s mine. I’m going on this date instead of you.”
“Wait, what?” Carl dropped the ball and frowned.
“There’s no way in hell I’ll let you near this woman. She’s not your no-strings-attached type, Carl. She is…different.”
Carl lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine, you can have her. That hot new receptionist was giving me the eyes this morning. I bet she doesn’t have any plans for tonight. Plus, I’ve only exchanged a couple messages through the dating site with your chick anyway. No names yet, because this chick is super worried about privacy and stuff. I wanted to—”
“Ain’t gonna happen.” He looked straight into Carl’s eyes and spoke in the only language the man would understand. “Trust me, you won’t be the one banging her tonight.”

Love it! So what do you think? It was enough to spark my interest! Both authors are new to me. These books definitely sound like something I would read. For me, I like the story line of The Seduction Game a little more. But I have to say that the excerpt from A Night Of Misbehaving sucked me in. Both are going on the TBR list. But I really want to know what you guys thought. Are these books something you would read? What did you like best about the featured books? Would you read one of the other? Why? Have you read Ms. Shortt’s or Ms. Falcone’s books before? I welcome all comments. Your feedback is always wanted.  I hope you all enjoyed your time here today and I thank you for choosing to spend part of your day with us.

As always, buy links are included in the post. If you are so inclined, purchase the book for yourself. There is no better way to support an author. I would like to thank each and every one of you for joining us today. I would also like to thank the wonderful Sizzling PR, the company that originally scheduled this post.  I hope you all had a blast getting to know a bit about Ms. Shortt and her book, The Seduction Game ~ as well as Ms. Falcone and her book, A Night Of Misbehavng. Wishing you all a fabulous day. Until next time …

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