Big day today folks! Time wish my awesome CP and fellow Sister,
Rachel Johns a happy release day for her debut book, One Perfect Night, available from Carina Press.
It's a wonderful book so if you need a bit of Xmas cheer this season, or just need a fabulous, fun and romantic read, head over to Carina Press and buy this one!
See below for an excerpt and links!
Excerpt from One Perfect Night
“Don’t look now,
but Mr. McSexy just entered the building.”
“Blast.”
Peppa Grant spun round and did exactly what her best friend and colleague Izzy
had ordered her not to. Her breathing faltered at the sight of six foot plus of
unadulterated male who now towered at the entrance to the company’s function
room. An anxious hush fell over the previously buzzing room. As all eyes
snapped to him, she tried not to quake in her costume’s fairy shoes.
Until
half an hour ago, Cameron McCormac had meant nothing more to Peppa than the new
name at the very top of the office food chain. Now he was the man who owned the
car she’d sideswiped in the car park tonight.
The
dangerously handsome man who was making her pulse spike simply by standing in
the doorway. “Oh, God.”
As
Peppa pushed her barely touched glass out of reach and let her head fall onto
the table in front of her, Izzy giggled.
“It’s.
Not. Funny,” Peppa declared when she finally looked up. Her eyes sought the
company’s new CEO again and she felt her heart collapse into her stomach.
“You’re
right,” Izzy said, reaching out and stroking Peppa’s hair like a mother over a
sick child. “If I’d just put a
prize-winning dent in the big boss’s red, convertible pride and joy, I’d
probably be at Sydney airport boarding a plane or planning to hitch a ride with
Santa back to the North Pole.”
“Hilarious.”
Peppa shot her friend a sarcastic smile. “Please tell me McSexy has just
vanished up a chimney?”
Izzy
took a sip of her chocolate mocktail, her sea-blue eyes sparking with laughter
as she peered theatrically over Peppa’s head. “No can do. Looks like he’s doing
the rounds, handing out candy canes or something to all the children. Molly
must have put him up to it.”
Molly,
although old enough to be his mother, was Mr. McCormac’s personal assistant.
Rumor had it when he did anything remotely human, she’d put him up to it. She’d
been with the company longer than anyone and was the brains behind this event,
the annual Christmas party for children of Lyrique Recordings’ employees. Peppa
had a fleeting fantasy of leaving a message with Molly about her little
misdemeanor in the car park but that wouldn’t be right. And she hadn’t been
brought up to take the easy option.
“I’ll
do it now,” she said, resting a hand on her queasy belly as she pushed herself
off the stool and onto quaky feet. Although whether her shakiness was from
trepidation or her gorgeous boss’s sexy gait and air-of-confidence, she
couldn’t be sure. “Confess before I’m due on stage and then, if he has any
sympathetic bones in his body, he’ll let me entertain the kids before the
crucifixion.”
“You’re
such a drama queen,” sighed Izzy. “The top job pays well. He has enough money
to line his undies drawer in gold. You apologize. You give him the details of
your insurance company. You get on with your life. Simple.”
Simple.
Right. But Izzy didn’t know that Peppa had just switched to a budget insurance
provider. As she had never needed to claim in seven years of driving, the
switch had seemed a good decision at the time. The upside was low monthly
rates. The downside? A mammoth deductible on claims.
Well,
that faux-pas may not only have cost Peppa her car and her job, but paying back
the damage to the boss’s vintage Lamborghini would seriously endanger her
ability to pay her mortgage. Not to mention she’d have to put her plans for an
overseas holiday on hold—a holiday that had been all about helping her mind and
emotions recover from the battering of the past few months.
“I
think he’s looking at you.”
Izzy’s
words broke Peppa’s reverie. And of course she looked up, across the room, only
to find her gaze colliding with the Head Honcho himself. Her heart hitched a
beat. Despite the distance she could see the roguish tilt of his lips, the
slight frown of his distinguished black brows and that his devilish licorice
eyes were trained on her. Dark-chocolate hair, speckled with naturally
sun-kissed spikes, framed a face so chiseled it could have been carved from
stone. A man so in-control of his world he had no reason to question it. Heat
flooded her cheeks and, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, Peppa forced
herself to break her gaze.
And to celebrate her debut release, Rachael is
blogging today at the following places, giving away a copy of ONE PERFECT NIGHT
at each spot:
AUTHOR BIO:
Rachael Johns is an English teacher by trade, a mum 24/7, a chronic
arachnophobic, a supermarket owner by day and a writer by night. She rarely
sleeps. Rachael received The Call from Angela James telling her Carina wanted
to publish her book on April Fools Day and, when she told her friends, half of
them wondered if it was a big joke. Luckily it wasn’t. As an active member of
Romance Writers of Australia, Rachael has finaled and placed in a number
of romance writing contests. Each success is uplifting and publication is her dream but even
if none of this happened, she’d still write. It’s a much better option than
ironing, which she refuses to partake in. Ever.
