Five Years and I Still Love It (And Now…It’s Only $0.99!)
This month mark’s the five year anniversary of signing
that first contract and I can still remember the excitement and dancing around
the room. I also remember the shock factor of all the publishing world actually
entails and later the oh crap feeling when I realized my first baby, The
Executive Officer’s Wife, wasn’t all it could have been. Over the course of the
past five years, The Executive Officer’s Wife has undergone some serious editing
and is now in its second edition, a MUCH better rendition and telling of Libby
and Chase’s story. Not only has it undergone major surgery, it managed to spawn
a few questions from my readers, like what the heck happened to…fill in a
secondary character’s name here. I’m happy to announce, some of my readers are
going to be VERY happy to find out, a series has been spawned off The Executive
Officer’s Wife and the first book, Parallax, is in its final stages before
going off to the editor. I’m also happy to say, I still love my first baby and
I still love writing.
The good news is, if you haven’t read The Executive
Officer’s Wife, now is a great time! In celebration of its five year
anniversary, it’s on sale at Amazon for Kindle for $0.99 for the entire month of
March.
Target: Libby Calhoun.
She’s independent and strong-willed, the daughter of a near infamous Marine
Corps sniper. Libby’s been raised by the resident housekeeper, has learned to
take care of herself over the years and doesn’t take crap off anyone. She’s
also sassy and pretty darn cute. After one failed marriage she’s not in the
market for love, a husband or any semblance of children. One night of hot sex
should do it but that pesky situation with her father is making that near
impossible.
Security Agent: Chase Wayland. He’s not looking for love either but his golden-eyes sure can lure a girl in. Chase is a former Marine turned owner of his own security firm. He also has a failed marriage under his belt and trust isn’t in his vocabulary. There’s only one way in Chase’s world and that’s his way, whether anyone else agrees or not.
Can these two live under the same roof after the incident? Chase seems to think so, as long as they ignore each other, play by his strict 'business only' policy and he makes Libby hate him. Libby thinks so, too, but she wants to do things her way. And her way means Chase’s resolve to be a good guy will be stretched to its limits, especially when she takes to the town in her red boots…
Security Agent: Chase Wayland. He’s not looking for love either but his golden-eyes sure can lure a girl in. Chase is a former Marine turned owner of his own security firm. He also has a failed marriage under his belt and trust isn’t in his vocabulary. There’s only one way in Chase’s world and that’s his way, whether anyone else agrees or not.
Can these two live under the same roof after the incident? Chase seems to think so, as long as they ignore each other, play by his strict 'business only' policy and he makes Libby hate him. Libby thinks so, too, but she wants to do things her way. And her way means Chase’s resolve to be a good guy will be stretched to its limits, especially when she takes to the town in her red boots…
Please enjoy an excerpt…
“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you red boots would get you in trouble?” a
familiar deep voice whispered into her hair.
Whirling around, her eyes met Chase’s.
“Yeah, he tried to warn me several times. Obviously it didn’t stick.”
Grabbing the now full tray, she left the station. She deposited the officer’s drinks on their
table and returned to pick up a couple of drafts for another crew while Chase
leaned on the bar watching her every move.
“How long did it take to figure out where I went?” she asked, taking a
couple of napkins from the pile beside her tray.
“About as long as it took for me to follow you here,” Chase told her,
pushing his Stetson back.
“You were behind me? Here I
thought I might have actually made a clean getaway.” She trotted off again and
on the third trip back saw him talking Murray.
Great, they’ll probably band together on this.
“It’s probably going to be hard to get that jar filled on this side of
the bar,” Chase said, his attention back on her. His eyes roamed her from head
to toe leaving a path of flames licking along Libby’s skin. She hoped her
outfit was driving him crazy. “Need any
help?”
“Not from you,” she snapped. It
was then she noticed Trent and Phil at the end of the bar watching with what
seemed to her to be pure amusement. What’s good
for the goose is good for the gander. “Kandy, can you take this one out for me?”
Libby left the tray and turning on her heel, she headed for the karaoke
stage. Grabbing the microphone that
started her troubles with Chase in the first place, she returned to the bar and
climbed on top of it.
“Good evening gentlemen,” Libby said in the sultriest voice she could
summon. Seductively strolling along the
bar’s length, she was greeted with whistles and barks. “You all know my
bodyguard by now I’m sure.” She pointed at Chase with the mic. “A few weeks ago
he answered a challenge to fill my jar.
Well tonight he’s challenged me.
He seems to think I can’t fill it working the floor.”
Booing and groaning erupted as Libby watched Chase scowl at her and
adjust his Stetson even higher. He looked up at her and took a visible breath.
“Last time I believe you all wasted your hard earned pay so he’d be
able to, what was it? Dance with me, I believe? That won’t
be happening this time. Tonight I’m up
for auction. It’s payday, fellas, so dig
deep. Whoever wins won’t be paying for
someone else to hold me.” Libby finished her little speech and smirked at
Chase.
Murray shook his head and Chase took a seat on the stool next to where
Libby stood. Murmurs ran through the bar
as guys counted, and in some cases pooled, their funds. She knew not one of them that would actually
take her up on the holding her bit except maybe the new Lieutenant who didn’t
know any better.
“Now then, who’ll start?”
Silence ensued. “Come on, don’t
be shy. You all know what this jar’s for.
Okay. How about fifty
dollars? Anyone?” Libby prompted,
shaking her hips and licking her lips playfully.
“I’ve got fifty,” one of the enlisted men shouted from a corner.
“A hundred….one-fifty over here…” And it went on and on until finally
the new Lieutenant stood on his table and exuberantly shouted, “One thousand
dollars!”
Everyone grew silent. Libby
looked down at Chase and saw the agitation churning in his eyes.
Standing up, he stared Milner down as he crossed his arms over his
puffed up chest and calmly proclaimed, “Five thousand dollars.”
Libby’s mouth fell open and she dropped her hands to her sides. No one could top that. He wasn’t supposed to win.
When all the mumbling died down and no one challenged Chase’s
outlandish bid, he coolly turned, took her by the waist and lifted her down
from the bar. “I’ll go to the bank in
the morning and get the money.” He
slipped two fingers in her front pocket retrieving her car keys, burning her
with the golden inferno in his eyes.
Finding them after grazing the edge of her hip where her panties stopped
and her skin started, he tossed them at Phil.
“Drive her car home.”
Leaning over, Chase placed his shoulder at her waist, grabbed her by
the legs, and hoisted her up and over his back.
With her dangling over his muscular shoulders, begging to be put down
after realizing her plan had backfired, he strode across the floor and out the
door. A sickening round of ooh-rah’s
followed them.
You can get your Kindle copy of The Executive Officer’s Wife for only
$0.99 through the end of March at: http://tinyurl.com/p3yzqgt
I’d like to thank my hostess today and thank all of
her readers for stopping by! You can find me at my blog, Ubiquitous
Musings, at Script
Chics, or on Facebook.
Happy reading!
Denisea Kampe
Writing one realmantic moment at a time…
Thank you for having me by today, Jennifer!
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