**All I Wanna Do Is You by Dylann Crush**
Good Morning,
Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today I have another new-to-me
author to share with you! She is here to tell us more about her latest book! Please
allow me to feature on the blog Dylann Crush and her latest release, ALL I
WANNA DO IS YOU ….
**DYLANN CRUSH**
**BIO**
USA
Today bestselling author Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle,
sass, heart and humor. A true romantic, she loves her heroines spunky and
her heroes super sexy. When she's not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be
found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in the
Upper Midwest.
Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour. com/) with live
episodes every 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month and is a founding member
of the Romance Chicks group where authors and romance readers can connect.
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila.
Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour.
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila.
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**ALL I WANNA DO IS
YOU**
Publication
date:
May 14th, 2020
Genres: Romance, Adult, Comedy, Contemporary
Genres: Romance, Adult, Comedy, Contemporary
**BLURB**
Can he keep his hands off her cupcakes?
Reagan Campbell’s flight just got grounded. She’s planned her brother’s perfect wedding weekend down to the minute, but her checklist didn’t include running into the one guy she’s never been able to get over. Only two things stand between her and the Florida Keys: fifteen-hundred miles and the man who broke her heart.
Zach
Anderson has a score to settle with Senator Campbell. And running into his
daughter, Reagan, gives him just the opportunity he needs. But it’ll take more
than planes, trains, and automobiles to get her all the way to Florida in one
piece. He might not be able to keep his hands off her cupcakes, but will he be
able to keep his heart out of the way long enough to exact his revenge?
Pre-order All I Wanna Do Is You today for a laugh-out-loud,
romantic, road tripping romp that’s hotter than the stretch of highway down the
Florida coast.
**EXCERPT**
Reagan Campbell smoothed a non-existent
wrinkle from the lapel of her three-quarter sleeve, out-of-season black blazer.
Trying to figure out what to wear as she made the transition from the raging
March blizzard in Chicago to the white sandy beaches of the Florida Keys had
almost made her late for her afternoon flight at O’Hare.
The sooner she got on the plane, the better
she’d feel. She leaned against a pillar and glanced at her watch. Any minute
they should be making the boarding announcement.
On cue, the gate agent picked up the
microphone and a crackle sounded through the gate-area speakers. “May I have
your attention, please? For passengers traveling on flight 542 to Miami, we’ve
received word from the ground crew that they’ve shut down one runway due to
snow accumulation. We’ll be delayed for at least an hour while they work
through the backlog of departures.”
A collective groan rose from the
disgruntled passengers, like someone stood in front of them with a conductor’s
baton and told them to let their disappointment out in unison on the count of
three. An hour or two? Reagan’s hand shook as she slipped a stray strand of
hair behind her ear. Teddy would kill her for not taking the flight with the
rest of their family earlier this morning.
The gate agent continued, “Things might
change if they can get another de-icing machine up and running. So please stay
close to the gate area.”
Reagan glanced out the wall of windows at
the blustery, late winter snowstorm. A mid-March blizzard wasn’t outside the
realm of possibility in Chicago. But how dare the weather try to interfere with
her plans? She’d orchestrated her brother’s wedding down to the tiniest detail.
And now Mother Nature wanted to mess with her?
The rest of her family made it out of
Chicago before the storm rolled in, on a chartered, early morning flight her
dad’s Chief of Staff had arranged. As Senate Majority Leader, Ross Campbell had
connections and wasn’t shy about using them. Especially if it meant keeping his
family out of the limelight and avoiding any unpleasant run-ins with the press.
Reagan’s anxiety had kicked into high gear
at the thought of flying halfway across the country in a tiny tin can with
wings. So she’d used a mandatory meeting at the office as an excuse to take a
later commercial flight. If she was going to be gone for a long weekend, she
justified to herself, she’d better tie up loose ends or she’d never be able to
enjoy herself. It had taken her years to secure a promotion to executive
management for a nationwide luxury resort chain that was headed her way. She
wasn’t about to risk it.
At least on a big plane she felt a little
safer. If she’d finally had the courage to conquer her fear of flying, she’d be
sliding her freshly-pedicured toes into strappy sandals and sitting at the
beachside bar, sipping a mojito by now.
The strappy sandals were nestled inside a
felt shoe pouch in her checked roller bag. But she could do something
about that drink. Her gaze swept over the tacky, thatched hut of the busy
airport bar, no doubt an attempt to bring some south of the border sizzle to
the dull terminal. She gathered her purse and the bakery box full of cupcakes
she’d picked up for her brother, and made her way to a vacant high-top.
Just as she reached for a stool, a trio of
flight attendants laid claim to the table. Reagan stepped to the side to glance
around the packed bar. With so many passengers delayed, it would probably be a
while before another table cleared. A cup of hot tea from the coffee shop
across the way would have to keep her pre-flight jitters at bay.
“You can sit with me.”
The voice came from behind her. She hadn’t
heard that mixture of grit and deep, rich timbre since the ill-fated night of
her high school graduation party. But that was impossible, it couldn’t be him.
She took in a deep breath and steeled
herself for disappointment. He’d moved to California. Hadn’t heard anything
about him in over eight years. Well, except for a late-night, wine-induced
Googling session where she’d discovered he’d become a professional photographer
after all and had some prints for sale through a gallery in Santa Cruz.
Seeing his two-by-two-inch bio picture had
sent a zing right to her hoohah and left her tingling with a mixture of regret
and what-might-have-been remorse. Slowly turning, she braced herself for the
letdown of some middle-aged businessman on the hunt for a quickie.
“Reagan Campbell. Long time no see, huh?”
Four square inches of a pixelated PNG image
on his web site had done nothing to prepare her for the sight of the
broad-chested, confident man before her. Her knees turned to spaghetti noodles,
and her vision went fuzzy at the edges, like she was looking through a dark
tunnel and Zach Anderson stood at the other end, illuminated in a beam of
dazzling sunlight.
She grabbed the back of a stool to steady
herself.
“Zach?” His name floated from her lips on a
breathy exhale. For over eight years his memory made her emotions bounce back
and forth between extremes. Joy at the way he used to make her feel. Anger at
the chicken shit way he’d ended things. Shame at the way she’d thrown herself
at him the last night they’d been together.
The anger and sadness had eventually faded.
She even let herself think about Zach from time to time. Even pictured running
into each other. But meeting at a cheesy airport bar wasn’t how it was
supposed to go.
He stood and wrapped her in a strong,
comfortable hug.
The scent of sunshine and leather drifted
off his skin. Her brain registered the scruff of his whiskers against her cheek
and the feel of his pecs crushed against her chest. Her heart glowed at the
warmth and security of being snug in his arms. Her girly parts screamed for
more.
All too soon, the hug ended. He gestured to
an empty stool and signaled the harried waitress to return to the table.
“Pull up a chair. You on that flight to
Miami?”
Stunned by her reaction to the embrace,
Reagan nodded and waited a beat, sure the hunky hallucination would fade away
as quickly as he had appeared. When Zach’s image didn’t dissolve, she gripped
the edges of the small table in both hands.
He smiled, actually gave her the grin with
the dimples, like the last time she’d seen him he hadn’t had his hands all over
her naked chest. A wave of heat rolled up her neck.
“You all right, Reagan? You
look a little warm. Have some water.”
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YOU
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