BookTour: "MVP (Sequel to "For the Love of the Game")" by Rhonda Laurel
MVP (Sequel to "For the Love of the Game")
by Rhonda Laurel
Contemporary Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Etopia Press
Release Date: June 21, 2013
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count: 35,930
Available at:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DI9WD3W
Description:
The game has just begun…
Morgan Reed-Blake
discovers that being the wife of MVP quarterback Seth Blake has its perks…and
its challenges. Thrust into Seth’s high-profile world, she must wade through
the celebrity, status, and the ghosts of girlfriends past. So when Seth takes
Morgan home to his ranch in Texas
and introduces her to his family and friends, she’s not surprised when his high
school sweetheart comes to call. Morgan suspects she wants to rekindle the
flame, and how can she blame her? Distraught over the changes their
relationship has caused for Seth, Morgan wonders if maybe he’s better off
without her.
Pro quarterback Seth
Blake is elated that his wife Morgan is giving their “fake” marriage a real
chance. But he doesn’t anticipate running into the woman who broke his heart
years ago. He hasn’t told Morgan about the complicated relationship with his
ex, but as he guides Morgan through the maze of his celebrity lifestyle, can he
convince her the past is in the past? The MVP does not accept defeat, and he’s
determined not to lose. But winning Morgan might be the most difficult game of
his life…
Excerpt:
When Morgan woke the
next morning, she felt like a jack hammer was going off inside her head. Seth
was still sleeping peacefully beside her with his Stetson covering his face.
She tried to turn in the bed but her legs felt heavy. Morgan peeked under the
covers to find she was still wearing her cowboy boots. What the hell were they
doing last night?
She lifted the Stetson
and put it on the night stand. Seth didn’t make a move until she pulled back
the covers to remove her boots.
“Morning.” He her gave
a lazy smile.
She winced. “Please
don’t shout.”
“I’m not. It’s that
damn whiskey you drank last night.” Seth held up the jelly jar that was on the
night table.
“Why didn’t you take
it away from me?”
“I did. You grabbed
another one on the way back to the house. Then you threatened to divorce me if
I took it again.” He shook his head and chuckled.
“And you believed me?”
She laid her pounding head on Seth’s shoulder.
“There was a lesson
waiting to be learned. Listen to your husband and you won’t get
hangovers from illegal whiskey.”
Morgan ran her hand
through Seth’s hair. “Why do I still have my boots on?”
“Because you gave me
the ride of my life last night.” Seth flashed a devilish grin.
She groaned. “I don’t
remember what happened after we left the bonfire.”
“Did you, by any
chance, take any gymnastics classes when you were in school?”
“Two semesters in high
school. Why?”
“I’d like to make a
donation to your high school’s athletics program. Your dismount is of an
Olympic caliber.” He leaned in to kiss her.
“Exactly how much fun
did we have last night?” Morgan moved away, shooting him a suspicious look.
“Well, we stopped
short of you taking pictures of my ‘hot body’ and sending them to Michelle.” He
waggled his eyebrows.
“I don’t care how
drunk I was, I never would have done that.”
“Don’t worry, baby,
your super freak status is safe with me.” Morgan gasped as she spied bruises on
his chest. “Oh my goodness, did I bite you?”
“Yes.” He laughed.
“This one is my favorite.” Seth turned over onto his side, displaying his back.
Morgan searched his
back, arms, and shoulders. “I don’t see anything.”
“That’s because you’re
looking for New York when you should be
looking for Florida.”
Morgan’s eyes drifted
lower until she reached his ass. There were two distinct bites marks. “Why did
you let me bite you?”
“We were trying
something new. I went with the flow. You don’t hear me complaining. Any other
sports you took up in high school?”
“Fencing.” She
smirked. “Let’s see you turn that into something dirty.”
“I can lunge at you
with my saber any time you like.”
“You know fencing?”
“Good for hand-eye
coordination. I like to watch if I catch it on TV. Besides, you never know when
sword fighting will come back in style.”
She laughed while
rubbing her temples. “Do you have something for a hangover?”
“I don’t know if you
deserve it.” Seth tickled her sides.
“Ouch! Don’t make me
giggle, it makes my head hurt.”
“Damn. I suppose I can
mix up something I call the Morning after Mixer. I make it for the guys when
they party too hard when we’re on the road.”
She peered from behind
the pillow. “What’s in it?”
“You don’t want to
know.”
“Raw eggs?” She
shuddered, remembering the concoctions he made daily.
“And tomato juice,
some lime, a little cooking lard—”
Morgan clamped her
hand over his mouth. “Just bring the drink.”
About the Author:
Rhonda Laurel is a contemporary romance writer whose two great loves are writing and landscape photography. She uses both as a vehicle to convey the complexity of the human spirit and the beauty of the world around her. Her writing career has recently gained momentum in 2012 with her debut novella, Ebb Tide. Contemporary, multicultural/interracial romance is her ‘thing’ in the form of short stories, novellas and novels, but the author also writes poetry, inspirational quotes, designs greeting cards and the occasional essay. Ebb Tide, For the Love of the Game and Masquerade were released in 2012. Shutter, Memories of You and Star Crossed in 2013. MVP, released June 21, 2013. The print anthology, ‘The Rhonda Laurel Collection’, featuring Ebb Tide, For the Love of the Game and Shutter released June 2013. California Bored and Tourism will be released July 2013. The author is happily building her backlist.
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Giveaway
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