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Blog Tour – Excerpt & Giveaway: HIT & MISS GROOM by Nana Malone & Misty Evans

Have you been following the Hit & Miss Groom excerpt tour? Today is the last day and we have excerpt 5 for you along with a chance to win a $25.00 gift card!

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About the Book

 

Hit&MissGroomCoverTitle: Hit & Miss Groom

Authors:  Nana Malone & Misty Evans

Release Date: February 2, 2015

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Buy Links: Amazon US / Amazon UK / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks

Book Summary:

**The second book in a New Adult contemporary romance series! This contemporary New Adult romance is intended for readers 17+. Contains adult content, language, and situations.

Fasten your seatbelt…

Marketing Program Manager, Vanessa Rodriquez, is driven to succeed and keeps the finish line in sight at all times…until one unexpected pit stop at her best friend’s wedding sends her skidding off course. Sleeping with Alex McIntyre wasn’t supposed to make her feel this way—scattered, unfocused, and in need of another sexual tune-up. If only he didn’t make her feel so alive.

Yield to oncoming desire…

Alex can’t resist the beautiful Vanessa any more than he can resist his need for speed as an amateur race car driver. Even though she claims to hate him, she keeps coming back for lap after lap in his bed. When he ends up moving in next door to her, their sexual chemistry turns to deep desire. Ready to go full throttle, he convinces her to be his grid girl on—and off—the track. Van, however, puts on the brakes.

Race against love…

If Van can just course correct, it’ll be smooth sailing toward her goals. Or will it? Alex is smart, sexy, and way too much of a distraction, but maybe she needs to shake up her world and do the one thing she swore she’d never do…follow her heart. Will she risk it all to cross the finish line? Or will she and Alex crash and burn before they have a chance at love?

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Excerpt

Van was pulling down the zipper of her dress when she noticed that instead of the cobalt blue of her Chase credit card sitting on the bureau, it was a clear card with American Express printed on the front. Thanks to laser eye surgery, she could read the name clearly. Alex McIntyre.

Damn it. She couldn’t even go to bed in peace. She jammed her feet back into her shoes and snatched up the card, along with her key, and stomped out of her room. There was no way she was spending the night with his card sitting there taunting her. She was going to get rid of it, and then she was going to get some sleep. Alone.

Then, she was going to forget all about Alex McIntyre.

Taking the stairs, she hoped to work off some of that frustration, but by the time she knocked on his door, panting, she was more annoyed, not less. Heels and stairs did not mix, and if he hadn’t distracted her at the bar, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

He didn’t answer for a minute. As she stood there, she refused to give in to irrational annoyance and kick his door. No doubt he’d picked up a willing participant from the reception crowd and was currently occupado. Fabulous.

She bent down and balanced herself against the door with one hand as she used the other to shove the card under it. She was not sleeping with the thing in her room.

This is irrational.

Yes it was, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was forget him. Get back to center. Go on with her life as if she’d never met him. Why did that have to be so difficult?

Suddenly the door swung open and she lost her balance. Tumbling forward, she landed at his feet.

As she got her feet, heels, and all back under her and untangled herself from her dress, she slid her gaze up his body. His feet, big and bare. Like really big. Do not think about correlations between feet and—

Too late, because immediately she wondered what kind of equipment he was working with under his pants. Rookie mistake. As she continued to rise, her eyes locked on just where her imagination wanted to take her. And…

Wow.

That couldn’t be right.

Though she wouldn’t put it above him to stuff his boxers. Just one more thing to enhance the perfect package.

“You keep looking at him like that, he’s going to want an introduction.”

His deep voice startled her and she straightened too quickly, losing her balance and stumbling backwards. He snapped out a hand and steadied her elbow.

Two things happened at once: electricity shot through her body at contact with him and her brain and body simultaneously realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Holy shit.

Forget ripped. The man looked like he was carved from stone. Wide shoulders were packed with muscle. His chest looked like it belonged on the cover of Men’s Health…or a romance novel. A few scattered freckles.

And those abs. Was an eight pack the new six pack?

He worked at a non-profit. When the hell did he have time to work out so much? Like an engraved invitation with her name on it, a russet colored trail of hair led into his slacks.

“Like what you see?” His voice was low, sexy like warm whiskey on a cold night.

For the first time in a long time, Van had no instant retort. As if his hotness had wiped her mind clean of anything but dirty thoughts.

And man, were there dirty thoughts.

Since she couldn’t force her mouth to speak or her brain to think, all she managed was a wide-eyed stare as she waved the card in his face. All the while, her eyes refused to focus on anything but those abs.

For some reason she kept losing count at four. She’d get distracted by the happy trail and have to start all over again.

He tugged her inside and shut the door, snapping her out of it.

She yanked her arm back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Ah, she speaks. Tell me, Van how many abs did you manage to count?”

What the fuck? How did he know? “I was not counting your abs,” she lied smoothly. “I was just surprised that the carpet matched the drapes so perfectly.”

Alex’s head fell back in a full unabashed laugh. The motion and contraction of his muscles did wonderful things to his upper body. She almost started counting again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone say that to me before.”

Damn her tongue. She really shouldn’t be allowed out without a mouth chaperone.

He went to his nightstand. “I have something for you in my wallet.”

Something for her? In his wallet?

Condom. Oh, God, no. Why did her brain automatically go there?

“Your card,” he said. “I didn’t even look when I grabbed it.”

She frowned. What was he talking about? Card. Wallet. Oh yeah, the whole reason she came down here. He was not getting condoms out of his wallet. He was getting her card. Despite the blasting air-conditioning, she was suddenly too hot.

When they exchanged cards, she was careful not to let their fingers brush. “Well,” she said, unsure of what to say now that she’d ogled the top half of him and wondered more than a dozen times what he looked like naked. “Goodnight.”

As she turned for the door, he stayed her in the doorway with another hand on her elbow. “No fair, you stared at my chest. Turnabout’s fair play.”

The man should come with a Danger label. “You already did or don’t you remember?”

His responding smile was unabashed. “Oh, that was nothing. I can’t do proper justice if you’re not shirtless. Or in this case dress-less.”

“What, and feed into that stockings and stilettos kink of yours? Really, I’m doing you a favor. I’d ruin you for all other women.”

His gaze dipped, but not to her chest. It went to her lips. Before she could step back, he moved into her space. “I’ll never sleep again if I don’t do this just once.”

He slid his hands into the loose braids at the nape of her neck and wound an arm around her waist, bringing her flush against his body. With her shoes on, they were the same height, bringing her core directly in contact with his cock. The hard length of him pressed against her and she ached.

The slide of his lips over hers was surprisingly soft, but the emotions that came with it hit her with a force strong enough to knock her over. Hunger, need, desperation, loneliness. Of all of them, desire reigned supreme.

She spent so much of her life focused on her career goals. Her life goals, her father’s goals. For one night, what if she threw caution to the wind? What if she did what she wanted and didn’t think about the consequences?

Alex sucked at her lips softly as if waiting for permission. Waiting for her to respond.

Van made her decision.

She parted her lips and sighed, dropping the credit card and sliding her hands up and over his shoulders into his hair.

The moment she raked his skin with her nails, the tone of the kiss changed. He growled low and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like mint and vodka and something spicy and hot.

Yes, this was what she wanted. For one night, she could let go.

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About the Author

NanaMalone

USA Today Bestselling Author Nana Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.

With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana meantime works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

Nana is the author of twenty novels. And the books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble bestseller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

Connect with Nana: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Newsletter

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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

Connect with Misty: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Newsletter / Pinterest

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Giveaway

 

Misty and Nana are giving away a $25.00 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble as part of the tour. Just fill out the Rafflecopter Form below to enter!

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H&M Groom Blog Tour

 

Each day a new excerpt will be released as part of the blog tour. Follow along and read all five excerpts!

February 2, 2015 – Excerpt 1

Becky on Books

Just the Write Stuff

Recommended Romance

February 3, 2015 – Excerpt 2

Amy Manemann

Cricket’s Chirps

Long and Short Reviews

February 4, 2015 – Excerpt 3

Musings from an Addicted Reader

Em and M Books

Cafinated Reads

February 5, 2015 – Excerpt 4

Reading on the Rocks

Romance Junkies

Urban Girl Review

Peaces of Me

February 6, 2015 – Exerpt 5

Forget the Housework, I’m Reading

Ecelctic Passions

The Book Review

So Many Reads

2 comments

  1. mistyevans2

    thank you for hosting us, Amy!!

  2. Amy

    Anytime, Misty! 🙂

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