Hello romance readers. Welcome to the Valentine’s Day Gift Hop where over 170 authors and bloggers are giving away books and other prizes. But of course I know you’re here because of the grand prize of a Kindle Paperwhite that will be given away by the blog hop sponsor Skye Warren.
I’m giving away two ebook copies of Only One for Me. It’s a fun and sexy contemporary romance that begins on Valentine’s Day. All you have to do is tell me your favorite Valentine’s Day memory in the comment section from February 10th to 11:59 PM, February 15th, 2014. I’ll announce the winners in the comment section of this post on February 16th as well as email the winners. Your comment is also an entry for the Kindle Paperwhite or the New Adult Gift Basket. This is an international giveaway.
Check out the blurb and an excerpt below for Only One for Me. There’s a link at the bottom of the excerpt to take you back to the blog hop page. Happy reading! (If you’re participating in the Love Is in the Air Blog Hop, its not the same excerpt)
Dr. Cannon Arrington’s mission is to help people in need. But when his ex-fiancée re enters his life after twelve years, he has a new mission. Never let her get away again.
Yasmine Dubose never stopped loving Cannon. Instead, she learned to live without him, guarding her heart in the process. However, when they are brought together to plan a wedding for their best friends, Yasmine is faced with the challenge of following her heart this time around or risk losing the only man she’s ever loved.
Cannon sat in his car in the parking lot of the wedding planner’s office, strumming his fingers on the steering wheel. A few cars were there, all of which had Tennessee tags, except a black two door Lexus with Georgia tags and a sorority plate which was the same sorority Yasmine belonged to. He could picture her driving the car—too fast as usual—with her hair blowing in the wind and her favorite music blasting. She was always carefree and bubbly, which he’d admired about her. She enjoyed life and had taught him to do the same.
He didn’t know much about her life now except that she was an adjunct professor at Atlanta Memorial University and also did educational consulting for the school systems in Atlanta. Doug said she’d taken a sabbatical to move back to Memphis temporarily to be with her mother.
Inhaling, Cannon opened the glass door to the wedding coordinator’s office. A receptionist greeted him and instructed that he go to the waiting room, which was through the door on his right.
As he entered, he was greeted by soft wedding music playing through speakers on the wall and a familiar fragrance. He knew it instantly. It was Amarige, Yasmine’s favorite perfume. Mixed with her ambrosia scent, it was always an aphrodisiac for him. No one else was in the room except him and the beauty with her head in “Modern Bride” and so engrossed in whatever she was reading, she hadn’t noticed him.
His heart almost leapt out of his chest and onto the magazine-filled coffee table in front of her. She was a vision of loveliness, and he had a moment of déjà vu. When he’d met her fourteen years ago, she was reading a book to her first graders, not realizing he stood in the back of her classroom mesmerized by the sweetest voice he’d ever heard and her soft, angelic face. When she was alerted to his presence, she’d treated him to her simply amazing smile, and he knew he had to make her all his.
It wasn’t the first time he’d actually met her. She’d been the geeky freshman daughter to his biology teacher when he was a senior in high school. Cannon was always cordial and spoke to Yasmine in the hallway. She wasn’t on his radar, but it was something about her he’d found adorable and intriguing. However, the day he arrived to read to her students for a read-a-thon his fraternity sponsored, he definitely noticed the young, sexy teacher.
Cannon let his eyes wander over her and soak in her essence as he’d done that day in her classroom. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, but still with natural curls, and pulled back with a black head band. As always, she wore little make-up, and he noticed a few new laugh lines as she smirked over what she read. His gaze landed on her pouty lips that he’d spent endless hours kissing and nibbling as she sighed his name the entire time. Over the years, he imagined her lips on his or roaming over other parts of his body with her tongue licking and taunting him as if he were the most delectable dessert she’d ever had.
Yasmine had been his everything. His lover. His best friend. His rock. The one person he could depend on to keep him focused. She believed in him and supported his goals to the fullest. Throughout the years, he had replayed their last conversation—well, argument—in his head, trying to figure out how he could’ve steered it in another direction. However, he knew it would have ended the same. He hated to admit that everything was moving too fast for him, and deep down wasn’t mentally ready to get married, but he never wanted to be without her.
As he stood there, he was hit by an overpowering urge to draw her into his embrace and kiss her intensely and ferociously until she couldn’t think straight.
He cleared his throat, and her head rose. Their eyes locked, and the smile she had worn faded and was replaced with a questioning scowl.
“Hello, Yasmine.” His voice was steady; although, if looks could kill he’d be dead.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Okay, so maybe this isn’t déjà vu.
When Yasmine heard her name from the familiar deep voice from the past, she thought she was dreaming, for in her dreams was the only place she experienced it. Her heart thumped against her chest as if it was ready to jump out, and the simple task of breathing was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Cannon Arrington stood less than twenty feet away from her, even more handsome and debonair than she remembered. Feelings she’d buried crept into her heart and mind, overwhelming her. Part of her wanted to run, and another part wanted to curse him out. But her aching heart wanted to fly into his warm embrace and exhale from all of the years she’d spent without him.
Instead, she stayed glued to the chair as her eyes roamed over him. His black trench coat was opened, exposing a blue suit that fit his in-shape six foot one frame as if it were made especially for him. His clean-shaven face was more chiseled and defined. Gone were his boyish grin and innocent features. He was all man now. His captivating presence in the small room reeked of importance and respect.
Yasmine told herself if she ever saw him again, she would be cordial. What happened twelve years ago was in the past, even though he’d hurt her more than she could have ever imagined. She’d managed to avoid seeing him by not coming home to Memphis often. Instead, she would give her mother an excuse as to why she should come to Atlanta or suggest they take a vacation together.
Nonetheless, there he stood, holding her eyes in a trance with his. Her skin was flushed and nausea overtook her as he casually strode over wearing that damn delicious smile as if they saw each other every day. Yasmine mustered up all the strength she had left in her as he suavely approached. She hoped she could keep her voice steady. Hoped he wouldn’t realize she’d never fully gotten over him.
“I asked you a question.” She was surprised her voice didn’t crack, but she wasn’t going to allow him to see her sweat.
“I’m here to meet with the wedding coordinator,” he answered matter-of-factly.
Cannon’s voice was deeper, sexier—sending goose bumps trailing down her arm. His woodsy aroma caught in her nose, reminding her of the times when his scent was intertwined with hers as they made love.
“But why? Doug’s brother is supposed to meet me here. He’s the best man.”
“Change of plans. I’m the best man now.”
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt! Good luck and have fun hopping to the different sites. Below is the link to take you back to the participation list.