Meet Samanthe:
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture. When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.About the Books:
EMERGENCY Engagement, Book OneHe needs the kind of rescue only she can provide… Glass artist Savannah Smith expected a marriage proposal for Thanksgiving—just not from her strong, silent, super-hot neighbor. But when misplaced mail and a wayward can of paint lands them in a compromising position right as her family arrives for dinner, they assume he’s “The One” she’s been talking about. Then his family shows up. Fate dealt a crippling blow to paramedic Beau Montgomery’s heart, and he isn’t about to put it at risk again. Except, with his mother crying tears of joy over his surprise engagement to the sexy little blonde next door, he can’t bring himself to ruin her “Christmas miracle.” Somewhere between the paint can to the head and the chaotic family trip to the ER, Beau manages to talk Savannah into being his fake fiancée long enough to survive the holidays. If, of course, they don’t fall in love first…
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EMERGENCY Delivery, Book Two
Madison Foley is determined to stand on her own two feet, no matter how wobbly her circumstances. Fate, however, keeps throwing her off balance, and then sending heroically hot paramedic Hunter Knox to save her. She’s put men on the back burner until she gets her life on track. But Hunter’s got other plans. Decisions. Decisions.
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Excerpt
The
capability to form thoughts in whole sentences fled, because Hunter stepped out
of the bathroom and into the hall. Single words exploded in her brain like
fireworks. Hunter. Wet. Towel. Please.
Madison
didn’t remember moving, but the next thing she knew, her hands slid across
smooth, damp skin stretched taught over bulging shoulders. She wanted to loiter
there, because the firm contours fit so perfectly in her palms, but his chest
distracted her. She fanned her fingers over the warm, hard muscles, and felt
the beat of his heart beneath her right hand. He drew in a breath, expanding
his chest and sending her hands on a slow slide downward.
Somewhere
in the back of her mind a voice scolded her to stop treating Hunter like her
own, personal playground, but the faint echo of conscience couldn’t stop her
fingers from following the slope of his pecs into the narrow channel etched
down the center of his chest. Another, more urgent voice cautioned her this
brewing attraction might involve riskier ingredients than hormones and
pheromones, but the warning didn’t override the compulsion to trace the spot
where the gulley flared into a diamond-shaped shallow, before angling down to
divide the hills and valleys of his torso into eight distinct parcels. A line
of crisp, blond hair led south from his navel. She stayed the course, dipping
lower, until she hooked the edge of the towel. A long, hard ridge jutted just
alongside her curled fingers. The sight sent hot, itchy flames licking under
her skin, something that could only be soothed from within.
“Hunter?”
“Goddammit,
yes.” The towel landed on the carpet with a hushed thud, but before she could feast her eyes on the prize, he slammed
his mouth down on hers.
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