Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thank You for Stopping By

Blogging on Thanksgiving? Well, I have to do something after the table is cleared and the football games are on. And if you're reading this, then you're amusing yourself while the turkey is settling or waiting for pie or, if like me, you just can't watch football. So, I'd like to thank you for dropping in and spending even a few minutes with me.

And to thank you, I'm giving away the very first copy of my e-novelette, Tattoos, Leather and Studs. When I say first - I mean, really FIRST. The story doesn't release until December 4th so this is like a sneak preview for one!

Here's the teaser:


Rachael suspects her date, Jason, is a drug dealer, and she’s torn between her attraction for this hot bad boy and running for safety. But a famous rock star vying for her attention and spiked champagne pose far more trouble. On a blind date she’ll never forget, Rachael learns first impressions can lead her down a dangerous path and straight into the arms of love.

Is Jimmy not a hunk on a motorcycle? You might just want to hop on behind him, bad boy or not.

So leave me a comment and your email address. I'm really excited about giving away this first edition.

Excerpt:
Could this room get any thicker with sweaty, grinding bodies?
The bass blasting out of the speakers on stage reverberated in Rachael’s chest. This had to be unhealthy for her body’s natural electrical impulses.
The rapacious drumming coming from the guy standing at the table next to her grew louder by the minute. Did he think he’d come to a concert or a drum competition? He threw his whole body into his efforts, and she could barely avoid rubbing hips with the man while trying to not bump into her date on her other side.
Rubbing hips with her date would be perfectly fine. Thigh to thigh would be better considering his legs. But they barely knew each other’s names and at this point, good legs or not, his choice of venue and his image still had her wary. Rachael planted her feet firmly, but one particularly hard shove from behind, by a guy trying to dance his way to the bar, sent her sideways into her date giving him full knowledge of her breast size and resulted in a flirtatious smile.
Jason leaned in close, his mouth dampening her earlobe with his words. “I hope you like crowds. Truthfully, I wasn’t prepared for this.”
She could barely hear him above the noise. Practically shouting, she asked, “No? What were you expecting?”
“Something a bit more intimate.”
His emphasis on intimate sent goose bumps between her thighs. Rachael raised one foot and then the other; her high heels cramped her feet. She glanced sideways at the tattoos on her date’s forearms. Her scan included his biceps. He had nice arms, but what did all those strange symbols mean? There were so many of them. She could hear Shelly—Loosen up girl. Stuffy Mark had you in a five-year rut. How true. She used to know how to have fun. Her gaze drifted around the room and back to Jason. But the world changed while she was holed up with stay-at-home Mark.
Jason shifted his arm on the table, muscles and tattoos flexing. Her heart thumped. Had she accepted a date with a bad boy? Could this be her sister’s attempt at pumping up the volume on her otherwise boring life?
His mouth grazed her ear again. “I’m glad you’re with me. Makes the crowd bearable.” He pulled away and smiled, one of those mouth and eye smiles that smacks of sincerity.
Her heart thumped again, obviously telling her something her head couldn’t.
Another bump and this time their contact lasted, Jason’s leg brushing between her thighs. Definitely nice firm thighs. Did he do that on purpose? She didn’t move away. Why was her mind telling her one thing and her body another?
All the way to the theater he couldn’t quit raving over their good fortune—invitation only, small venue, pre-concert show available because of his business contacts. His rant sounded nervous, but he smelled so sensual in his Halston Cologne and smiled so charmingly. And he could talk intelligently about Lautrec. He’d said more than once that he’d been happy she’d agreed to a blind date.
Muscular thighs and Halston—apparently her sister knew what tempted her.
At the break, the decibels dropped to the tolerable roar of the black vinyl crowd. He ran his hand along her spine from her neck to her waist. “Would you like a beer?” Her ink-stained escort screamed louder than necessary in her ear then looked regretful at his faux pas.
She nodded her head, the tingle of his fingertips leaving her speechless so she forgave the eardrum assault. The crowd noise made talking difficult anyway, she reasoned.
His mouth stayed by her ear, his breath tickled her lobe and his fingertips slipped off the edge of her dress and onto the bare skin between her shoulder blades. She caught her breath at the subtly worded, “One more set.” With that he pushed through the crowd.
She glanced toward the bar, caught a glimpse of that gorgeous profile. After the show, she could decide whether to beg off for the rest of the evening or not.


Brenda can be connected with at:
www.brendawhiteside.com
www.facebook.com/BrendaWhitesideAuthor
brenda@brendawhiteside.com
You can find Sleeping with the Lights On wherever e-books or print books are sold.
Look for her upcoming releases:
Tattoos, Leather and Studs coming in Dec 2011
An Elfin Secret and On the Way to the Snow Ball (anthology) in Dec 2011
Honey on White Bread coming Dec 2012
The Morning After coming summer 2012


27 comments:

Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Brenda,
Great post. Ooh, love bad boys on motor bikes.

Cheers

Margaret

Jenny Twist said...

I say, Brenda, what an intriguing excerpt. Hope you're having a great Thanksgiving.
Love
Jenny
xx

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thanks Margaret and Jenny for stopping by!

Toni Lynn said...

Hey, Brenda,

Love bad boys! Good luck with the release. Happy Thanksgiving!

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thanks, Toni. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours too.

Unknown said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Brenda! It looks like you're writing in advance of the feast rather than afterward. :)

~ Laramie

Barbara Longley said...

Happy Thansgiving, Brenda! Love the premise of your upcoming release.

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thanks, Laramie. My only assignment for cooking today is the sweet potatoes so I can check in here more often. :-)

Thank you, Barbara. Was fun to write.

Jannine Gallant said...

Love your title (and the excerpt!) Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm off to stuff the turkey.

Andrea I said...

Enjoyed the excerpt. I'm refusing to cook until the kitchen is clean. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thanks, Jannine and Andrea. Have a great Thanksgiving. Hold tough, Andrea!

Laura Breck said...

Great excerpt, Brenda. I'm hooked!

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thanks, Laura. Have a fun day.

DL Thomas said...

Great Post!
Hope you are having a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

Deb
mammy 3114 at yahoo dot com

Brenda Whiteside said...

Thank, Deb. Hope yours is great also.

Ana Morgan said...

Pies made last night. Squash baking. Never peel homegrown potatoes.
I have time to download your story, Brenda.

Jerri Hines said...

Looks like you've been a busy lady. Good luck with your releases. Happy Thanksgiving.

Brenda Whiteside said...

Ana, you have it all under control!!!

Thanks, Jerri.

Jody Vitek said...

Happy Thanksgiving Brenda! I cannot wait to read this story. A bad boy with tattoos, sounds like a guy for me. ;^) Turkey's cooking and everything else is set to go in the oven when the time nears.

lisagk said...

Thanks for the post i would love to read this one. Good luck with the release and happy Turkey day. Lisagk@)yahoo( dot)com

Alison H. said...

Turkey's in the oven, hubby's napping, and I'm resting up for the major work ahead in a couple of hours. LOVE the cover on your new book - congrats!

Nancy Jardine said...

It's a nice hot 'n intriguing teaser indeed. What about the champagne though? Don't know anything about that yet.... Thanks for sharing, Brenda.

Brenda Whiteside said...

Just got back from the gathering of friends and turkey dinner. It was a feast. Good friends made it perfect.

Jody - hope your turkey turned out perfect.

Thanks, Lisa. Good luck.

Alison - hope it wasn't too much work.

Nancy - thanks. Champagne does play a part!

maggieblackbird said...

What a great excerpt and a dangerous sounding guy. *grin*

Brenda Whiteside said...

Hi Maggie. Danger can be fun!

Lisa said...

Paraphrasing May West, "When I'm good, I'm very good. When I'm bad, I'm even better." Sounds like a really fun romp!

Brenda Whiteside said...

Love that quote!