Ramblings From This Chick: Guest Post with Author Tracy March and Giveaway

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Guest Post with Author Tracy March and Giveaway

I'm so happy to welcome back author, Tracy March. Tracy is celebrating the release of Tempted in the Tropics, book 2 in her Suddenly Smitten series. Tracy has stopped by to chat, please give her a warm welcome.

Award-winning author Tracy March writes romantic thrillers influenced by her career in the pharmaceutical field, and her interest in science and politics. She also writes lighthearted romances inspired by her real-life happily ever after.

Always up for travel and adventure, Tracy has flown in a stunt plane, snowmobiled on the Continental Divide, ziplined in the Swiss Alps, and been chased by a bull in the mountains of St. Lucia. She loves Nationals baseball, Saturday date nights, and Dairy Queen Blizzards—and rarely goes a day without Diet Coke and Cheez-Its.

Tracy lives in Yorktown, Virginia, with her superhero husband who works for NASA. They recently spent two years living in Washington D.C., and enjoy visiting often—especially when the Nats are in town.

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Sexy Desserts

I’m crazy about desserts. Read any of my books and you’re sure to find something sweet and decadent. I’m not a cook, and the best baking I do is with Nestlé’s pre-formed Toll House cookie pucks. Even so, some pretty awesome confections have snuck their way into my stories—from designer ice cream pies to voodoo cakes.

But not until Tempted in the Tropics had dessert been used for a game of sultry seduction. Mmm…delicious fun! After arriving in St. Lucia for their friend’s wedding, sassy bakery owner Paige and uptight doctor Lane call a truce in their business-related feud—at least while they’re on the island. A romantic dinner on the beach ends with them considering a fling that gets off to a sweet-and-sexy start with dessert—white chocolate crème brûlée.

Lane picked up the tray and led Paige over to the patio where two thick-cushioned chaises and a table faced the incredible view of the star-peppered Caribbean sky. He put the tray on the table, quickly dipped a spoon into the crème brûlée, and took a bite.

“Mmm,” he moaned, tipping back his head and closing his eyes.

Holy hotness.

Paige swallowed hard. “My turn,” she said, reaching for the other spoon.

He leaned in close and gently grabbed her wrist. “Oh no you don’t.” She could smell the creamy sweetness on his breath. Without hesitation, she kissed him, tasting delicate white chocolate and zesty lime on his tongue. If this was how dessert was going to go down on the island, she decided to eat it first at every meal.

Paige forced herself to pull away, then licked her lips, his gaze locked on her mouth. “Now can I have a bite?” She could eat the entire dessert whenever she wanted, but it was way more fun to play this game with him.

“You can have a bite for every piece of clothing you take off.”

Oh my…

“What about you?”

“Same rules apply to me. Fair enough?” He looked so damn sexy she considered tossing all her clothes in the pool and getting it over with. That way she wouldn’t be tempted to put them back on until they’d had a good, long time to dry.

“You’ve already had a bite,” she said, and sat on one of the chaises where she could reach the dessert.

He grinned, both dimples showing up this time, and kicked off one of his sandals.

“Shoes count?” Paige started doing some calculating. She had on exactly two shoes, and three pieces of clothing if she counted her teensy pink-lace thong that matched her bra. At this point, he had on one shoe, a shirt, shorts, and underwear, if he wasn’t going commando. For some reason, the idea struck her as super-hot, and a wave of warmth rushed through her. Commando or not, if they went bite-for-bite he’d lose his clothes first.

“Yep.” He pulled the other chaise close to hers, dipped his spoon in the crème brûlée, and offered it to her. Seven lords-a-leaping danced in her heart. He was going to feed her? She took the spoonful in her mouth and he pulled it out ever so slowly as the zing of lime and raspberry burst in her mouth, followed by smooth white chocolate.

Paige moaned, turning Lane’s playful gaze to sultry. She lounged back in the chaise, took a deep breath of the tropical night air, and gladly kicked off one of her sandals. “Small price to pay for a spoonful of heaven like that.”

He took another bite and off came his other shoe. Now things would start getting more interesting. She knew what to expect, to a point, and so did he. He’d seen her in—and nearly out of—her bikini, and she’d checked him out in his swim trunks. But Paige had a feeling that both of them were taking this game down to the skin.

Oh, yeah…that’s the way to eat dessert! Next time I’m out to dinner with my husband, and crème brûlée is on the menu, I’ll glance at him demurely and wonder…should I ask for that to go? ;)

How about you? What dessert seduces you every time?

The only thing they agree on is the sultry heat between them

Nothing’s more important to Paige Ellerbee than her struggling bakery, Sweet Bee’s. When Lane Anderson, the temporary new doctor hot enough to rival McDreamy, moves in next door, though, she’s sure things are looking up. Until he threatens her business in their first conversation.

Lane just wants to practice medicine responsibly—not argue with the flighty bakery owner next door. But when he finds himself traveling down to the Caribbean to play guitar for Paige’s best friend’s wedding, suddenly the sight of the blonde in a bikini eclipses the fact they can’t agree on anything. And as their vacation romance grows, his reservations about starting something after getting burned by love are washed away like sand on the beach.

But once Paige and Lane land back home, will these polar opposites be able to forgive their feud and find lasting love?

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