Release Blitz: Crazy for You by Heatherly Bell
Title: Crazy for You
Series: Starlight Hill #7
Author: Heatherly Bell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 15, 2016
Fallon McQueen needs a date to a
wedding...yesterday. The pickings at the speed dating events she's
attended are slim indeed. She has someone very specific in
mind...
And then she meets...Santa Claus.
Jack Cooper was simply trying to do a good deed and now he has a hot but crazy blonde asking him to be her date to a destination wedding.
But if Jack is going to help, they're going to do it his way...
And then she meets...Santa Claus.
Jack Cooper was simply trying to do a good deed and now he has a hot but crazy blonde asking him to be her date to a destination wedding.
But if Jack is going to help, they're going to do it his way...
Holy Santa Claus! She got a good
look at an easy smile and the light scruff of a sexy dark beard. He
had deep brown eyes, too. So what if he was a little chunky around
the middle? She could work with that. As he went through her small
half of the duplex, opening closet doors, walking through her bedroom
and checking the bathroom, Fallon couldn’t help but check him out.
Because this off duty Santa, as Santas went, was sort of
five-alarm-fire hot. He took off his hat to reveal a full head of
chocolate brown wavy hair.
Her ovaries wept.
When
he pulled off his red and white coat, he also pulled off his fat
belly. “Sorry. This is hot.”
Oh boy. Yes, she would
have to agree. She’d never in her life, except when she was about
seven, been so attracted to Santa Claus. But now that the jacket was
off she could see a trim, athletic physique under there. He’d worn
a white long sleeved t-shirt under the jacket that seemed a half size
too small, given the way his muscles strained at the
fabric.
“Cleared,” he said and finally turned back
to her. “You’re good to go.”
Fallon batted her
eyelashes. “Thank you so much, officer…officer…”
“Jack
Cooper, but just call me Jack. I’m not a cop anymore. As in
permanently off-duty. By choice.”
“I’m Fallon
McQueen.”
She might have thought him younger if she
went by his lean and agile build, but a long look into his mocha eyes
said otherwise. The eyes were edgy with small crinkled lines that led
her to believe he’d lived a full and possibly dangerous life.
“So
what are you going to do now, Santa Jack? Canvas the neighborhoods to
rescue poor women like me?”
“Nah. First, ‘rescue’
poor women like you? Don’t think so. Without me here, pretty sure
you would have shamed that burglar to death. Anyway, I’m headed off
soon. Blowing this pop stand.”
“Where to?”
He
shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Going to figure it out as I
go.”
Sounded wonderfully odd to Fallon. She’d spent
the past few years working two jobs. When an opportunity had come up
to make serious money working in L.A. as a celebrity stylist two
years ago, she’d made the move. Eventually she planned to have her
own hair salon on Rodeo Drive, if she could ever find an affordable
lease. But as a single mom, she couldn’t imagine what it would be
like to let it all go. Crazy with a capital K, probably.
“You’re
kidding, right?”
“Nope.”
This got to
her. He was so incredibly assertive and confident even while stating
the most ridiculous fact. Who started over at their age? She’d
pegged him to be her age, mid-thirties. They were supposed to be
elbow deep in their careers, moving up the ladder two or three rungs
at a time. Kicking off the fools behind them so there might be more
room at the top.
“Starting over,” Fallon said. “So
you have no immediate plans?”
“That’s the
idea.”
This guy seemed perfect. Her Christmas
miracle. He was gorgeous, Alpha-protective, strong, obviously loved
kids and sounded wide open. He had the dark hair and eyes she’d
described to Mom. His name wasn’t Bud, either, but she could figure
something out later. As an added bonus, when Ted laid eyes on this
man, his balls would shrivel up inside him and die. Who cared what he
did or didn’t do for a living? They could always make something up.
All she’d told Mom was that her fake boyfriend had a ‘very
important job.’ Mom would finally stop trying to fix her up with
all her friend’s bachelor nephews. She’d have to agree that
Fallon had done the right thing by holding out eight long years after
Ted for the right man.
And Fallon would try oh-so-hard
not to say, ‘I told you so.’
This deal had to be
done just right, carefully and with the utmost finesse so she
wouldn’t scare off this super-hot guy before he could agree to go
to the destination wedding with her and pretend to be her boyfriend.
“How about some milk and cookies?”
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Heatherly writes humor, heart and heat
with sexy Alpha every day heroes and the strong heroines who
challenge them. She promises readers love, laughter, and a happily
ever after.
When early onset stage fright
crushed dreams of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame status, Heatherly
finished her first book in 2012 and sold in 2013. Now the people and
voices that occupy her head refuse to leave. She no longer sings
unless you count randomly bursting into song to annoy her children
(and the dogs).
Her second passion is crime, and
Heatherly maintains she could be a detective and a criminal's worst
nightmare. She watches Dateline every Friday night, and has solved
many local cases, including the case of the Late Teenager and the
case of the Missing Keys (recurring).
She lives in
northern California with her family, including two beagles, one who
can say 'hello' and the other who can feel a pea through several
pillows.
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