Blog Barrage - Barrage/Giveaway : "Shameless" by Rebecca J. Clark (+ REVIEW)
Shameless
by Rebecca J. Clark
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: December 12, 2012
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 323 pages
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Description:
Haunted by a tragic
accident 20 years ago, John Everest knows he doesn't deserve a family of his
own, so he spends his days building the most successful fitness franchise in Seattle...and his nights
alone. But that all changes when Samantha Rossi storms back into his life.
Happily single, Samantha
feels there are only two types of men in this world: those who are good for
nothing and those who are good for one thing. Now she needs that one thing
desperately, because she wants a baby. John, a man from her past, is the
perfect donor. He doesn't want children. He doesn't want a wife. He just wants
her body. She can deal with that.
John agrees to Samantha's
no-strings-attached proposal, never expecting to fall for the fiery beauty he'd
wronged so many years ago. It'll take more than a shameless proposal to
overcome their tragic past, but with a little luck and forgiveness, anything is
possible.
Warning: This title is
intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations
and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpts:
The door opened and Sam Rossi stepped
onto the plush beige carpet. He took one look at her and said, “Good God.”
He knew it was rude, but he had to stare,
needed to let his eyes drink in every bit of her, starting with the black
stilettos. His gaze traveled up her shapely legs. The skirt of her dress was
just long enough to be considered legal, he was sure. And the dress itself — whew!
Blood jetted into strategic parts of his anatomy. It was a shimmer of clinging
silver following her every curve. The sleeves were long and fitted and the
neckline scooped low enough to tempt him without revealing too much. Her
glorious mane of hair swirled over her shoulders in a sexy jumble of dark
waves.
“Good God,” he said again.
She laughed and stepped further into the
room. “Is that all you can say?” A velvety black coat was draped over one arm
and her hands clutched a sequined purse.
He shook his head and stood, circling the
desk to stand of front of her. With those high heels, the top of her head just
about reached his eyes. He’d only have to bend his neck a little to kiss her. Don’t
think that! “What are you doing here?” Checking the time again, he said, “I
thought we were meeting at Cavenaugh Coffee.”
“I got into downtown early and took the
chance you’d be working late.” She glanced around. “Nice office.”
“Uh, thanks.” At a loss for words and
coherent thoughts, he motioned to the burgundy leather couch against the wall
opposite his desk. “Have a seat. I just need to, ah, finish something real
quick, then we can go.”
Her hips swayed as she went, and his gaze
followed the hypnotic movement. She deposited her coat and purse on the sofa’s
wide arm, then sank onto the plump cushions. Leaning back, she crossed her
legs, one shoe dangling off her toe, the skirt of her dress damned close to
revealing heaven. God.
He didn’t know what had prompted this
change of attitude in her, and with any woman other than her, he wouldn’t
question his good fortune. But the small part of his brain not yet on hormonal
overdrive warned him to watch his step. This was Sammy Jo he was drooling over.
Sammy Jo. If she knew who he was, she’d claw out his eyes with those
long, red nails. He couldn’t forget that.
Sitting at the computer, he saved his
work and closed out of the software program. The comfortable creaking of
leather sent his gaze back in Sam’s direction. She had risen from the couch and
smoothed her skirt over her hips.
Smiling, she came around the desk. “Are
these your kids?” She reached over his shoulder for a framed photograph on the
shelf. The side of her breast came tantalizingly close to grazing his jaw.
Searching for his equilibrium, he glanced
at the picture. “Uh, no. Those are my brother’s kids. Tori and Harlan.”
“Cute.” She replaced the frame on the
shelf beside a miniature dumbbell he used as a bookend. “Do you have kids?” She
headed back toward the couch.
“Uh, no. No, I don’t.”
“Mm. Married two times, yet no children.”
She sent him a questioning glance over her shoulder.
How did she know about—? Ah, yes. The
Extravaganza. His face heated. His marital history wasn’t something he was
proud of. At all. “We didn’t want— I mean, I didn’t want— Not every marriage
produces children.” Christ almighty, his speaking abilities with this woman
ranked right along with his four-year-old nephew’s. He needed to change the
focus from himself. “What about you? Any kids?” Of course he already knew the
answer to the question from the P.I.’s report.
She reached behind the couch to open the
blinds. Her dress came dangerously close to revealing heaven again, but somehow
it remained in place. “No. Do all these windows look out on the club?”
“Yes. It lets me keep an eye on things.”
She peered out the window overlooking the
Olympic-quality weight room. “Do you like kids?”
“Other people’s kids.”
“You don’t want any of your own?”
“No.” Wait a minute. John narrowed
his eyes. He’d been around women before who were on the prowl for a husband. He
hadn’t pegged Sam Rossi as the marriage-minded type, but this conversation sure
sounded suspect. Was that her agenda? God, he hoped not. “Okay, Samantha. Why
all the questions? What gives?”
Her sudden laughter surprised him as she
turned away from the window. “Relax, big guy,” she said, coming over to perch
on the edge of his desk, giving him a nice view of her thigh. “I’m not looking
to be the third Mrs. John Everest, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
He breathed an inward sigh of relief.
“Marriage and kids aren’t in the cards for you?”
She stood and put her hands on her hips.
“Do I look like the marrying kind?”
Most definitely not, he mused, raising
his eyebrows. No, Samantha Rossi wasn’t the wifely type. She was more the type
he’d like to—
My Review:
About the characters, the characters are well described and I love their personalities. You can easily relate with them and they are easy to love. Even the minor characters, I love how the author brought them to life.
About the story, I loved it. I love how the author made the story appealing and interesting. I love how Sammy Jo and John's first encounter after the tragedy years back. It's funny, it was one of the reasons that made me love the story. There may be some parts that sometimes I kind of hate John but that's the beauty of a story and its characters, not predictable and the characters are not the same to other books you've read.
For me, everything about it made me like and love this book.
And Ms. Rebecca made this book interesting, and with sense that readers will learn something about life.
About the Author:
I've wanted to be a
romance writer since reading my first Harlequin Romance when I was 11. I even
remember the title—Wild Goose, by Mary Wibberley. Before that, I wanted to be
Nancy Drew.
I love writing and
reading romance because I'm a sucker for a happy ending. I love the feeling I
get when finishing a great book--just for that moment, everything is right in
the world. I hope to make my readers feel the same way.
On a personal note, I’ve
been married 24 years (to the same guy), have two teenagers, a German shepherd
who spends his days chasing our two cats (who, I'm pretty sure, are plotting to
kill the dog), a gecko, two rats who come when they're called (seriously), and
too many dust bunnies to count.
When I'm not busy writing
or doing wife and mom stuff, I’m a personal fitness trainer and group exercise
instructor at an awesome gym in a little town in the Pacific NW. I teach
Pilates, Zumba, Turbokick and yoga. All that exercise supports my Cheetos
habit...
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GIVEAWAY
GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 15 eBook copies (1 each
to 15 winners) of "Shameless" from Rebecca J. Clark.
Contest is barrage-wide, open internationally and ends July 21. Must be
18 years of age or older to enter.
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