It’s late in the day and I’m sorry my post is also at the end of the day. It’s been a busy week in my house. My oldest son was married on Friday. My other son flew in from Whistler, BC, to be his best man and then flew back home! I miss him already.
They wanted a simple ceremony, so it was a small wedding, with parents only. She had her sister as maid of honour. After the wedding and a few photo’s – I took the ones below – we gathered for a small luncheon afterward. Their main goal is to buy a house and have a honeymoon next year and I have a feeling babies won’t be too far behind. They went to Niagara Falls for a few days as an escape.
Plus I received edits for THE NASHVILLE BET, 3rd book in the Girls Weekend Away series AND I’m writing the 4th book A MATCH MADE IN MONACO. Here’s a peek of the all the covers.
Remember I mentioned a series contest a few months ago? This is a little reminder about it. Each book has it’s own special theme, and then there is a theme that runs through all the books. After the 4th book comes out on Valentines Day next year, I will put up the contest entry. The trick is though, you have to read all the books to find out the theme. There will be a pretty cool prize too!
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I’m still giving away a free read to those that sign up for my newsletter. Here’s the link to my erotic romance Hot Fusion.
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“Romance, humor, amazing friends and sexy characters are always good things. If you’re a fan of those things, you’ll love this series. Well done, Shana Gray! Very, very well done!”
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EXCERPT from THE NASHVILLE BET
It was a sea of cowboy hats, western shirts, jean covered asses, and, right in front of him, was a woman with the most sparkly boots he’d ever seen. She was stumbling all over herself, trying to keep up with the music, and he smiled. This must be her first time line dancing.
Chase put his hands on his hips and swung into the steps like he’d been born to do. Which he supposed he had. But he couldn’t drag his gaze away from the woman in front of him.
He watched her ass swing in the saucy dress she had on. The skirt, ending mid-thigh, swished as she moved. Her long legs disappeared into the boots. For the first time in a long time, he felt himself grow aroused.
The next steps had them turning around and he hesitated, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sparkle Boots as she twirled around, but Daisy yanked hard.
“Hey, what the—” He grumbled at her.
“Concentrate, Chase. Come on.” Daisy gave him a fierce glare.
But it was like he could feel the woman behind him and once facing back in the other direction, he couldn’t pull his gaze away from her. He was amused at how badly she danced. She was with a bunch of friends and they were all laughing. Even her. It was obvious her friends knew what they were doing and were helping her learn the steps. He couldn’t help giving a low chuckle as she nearly tripped over herself again.
He gave her credit, though, she was trying. This song ended and he was about to make an escape back to the bar.
“Oh, no you don’t, mister.” Daisy grabbed his hand and held him in place. “We got a few more sets to do.”
Chase gave her an exaggerated groan. “Seriously? You said one dance.”
“I lied.” She batted her eyelashes as she squeezed his hand. “Oh, ‘Friends in Low Places.’ Don’t you just love Garth. And, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this was your song.” Daisy poked him playfully in the chest with her pointy nail.
“Oww, watch those claws.” Chase took her fingertips, lifted her hand high, and twirled her. “Plus, I could easily take offense to you comparing me to the song. I’ve had my share of knowing high society girls, and they’re not my cup of tea. Give me a girl who can strip down a tractor, or go fishing and not squirm taking her catch off the hook.”
“Music to my ears, my man,” Daisy told him.
The next dance step called for a reverse and shuffle backwards. He was moving without having to think about it. His mind sorta wandered and the next thing he knew, he smacked into somebody. It was like a freight train had hit him. Chase heard a clatter and feminine squeals from behind, then some raised voices. He spun around, but hadn’t let go of Daisy’s hand quickly enough so he basically flung her onto the pile of women on the floor in front of him.
Had he mowed them all down? Good lord. Chase leapt forward to try and help.
“What the hell, Chase!” Daisy reached up and grabbed his hand. He hauled her off the pile. “What was that? You know how to dance.” She stared up at him, hands on her hips.
“I was doing the steps. They must have lost their feet.” He turned and looked at the ladies on the floor, they were killing themselves laughing. Clearly they were drunk and having the time of their lives.
He leaned over and picked them all up, one by one, setting them on their feet until he saw the last woman at the bottom. Sparkle Boots. She laid on the scuffed hardwood floor, with thick auburn hair covering her face, her skirt hiked up to her hips, allowing him a delicious peek of a pair of hot pink panties, and he couldn’t drag his gaze from her legs. He was poleaxed.