I’d like to welcome Prescott Lane to my blog to spotlight
her book. Prescott will be awarding an eBook copy of "First Position"
to 5 randomly drawn commenters during the tour.
BLURB:
Emory
faces life’s challenges at the one place that’s never failed her, the ballet
barre. But even the barre can’t steady
her when fate brings her face-to-face with her old college flame, Mason, who’s
hoping to return to the NFL after a career-threatening injury. Before they can surrender to their sexual
desires and find salvation in each other’s arms, they need to come to terms
with their past. Mason must confront the
demons that have set him on a path of self-destruction, while Emory must decide
whether to keep her painful secrets locked away, or expose them and risk losing
the love of her life. But nothing can
prepare Mason for what Emory has kept hidden, or the possibility that he
himself may be to blame for the very secrets she keeps – and why they continue
to haunt her.
Excerpt:
“So,
little miss, want to fess up to what you were doing yesterday?”
“Well,
it depends,” she said. “Before or after,
I threw my half-naked body at Mason?”
Wesley
dropped the knife. “Excuse me?”
Tomás
raised his eyebrows and gave her a smile.
“It was just for a little while,” she said playfully.
“How
little?” Wesley munched on his biscuit.
“Not
too long.”
“How
naked?”
“I
told you -- about half.”
“Which
half?”
“A
little of both.”
“Both
breasts?”
“No. Top and bottom.”
“Is
that so?” Wesley took a sip of his
drink, thoughtfully considering what she’d said, like he was some kind of
philosopher. “Any action?”
“I
tried.”
“How
hard?”
“Pretty
hard.”
“Was
he?” Wesley grinned at Tomás and took
another bite of his biscuit.
“Shut
up,” she said blushing. “We decided it
was best to take things slow.”
“That’s
too bad,” Wesley said, and Tomás slapped his arm. “In all seriousness, I’m happy for you.”
“Me
too,” Emory said, rising from the table with her and Tomás’ plates.
Wesley
grabbed her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Did you tell him?” Emory shook her head walking to the sink, and
Wesley shot her a disapproving look.
Tomás eyed them both curiously.
“He deserves to know!”
Tomás
mouthed to Wesley, “Know what?” Wesley
shook his head that it was none of his business.
“No
lectures, Wesley.” She scrubbed the
plates. “Let me enjoy myself and Mason
before I ruin it.”
“You
need to stop running,” Wesley said.
“I’ll
stop when you stop.”
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Prescott
Lane is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary
College in 1997 with a degree in sociology. She went on to Tulane University to
receive her MSW in 1998, after which she worked with developmentally delayed
and disabled children. She currently resides in New Orleans with her husband
and two children.
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That excerpt has me intrigued. The cover doesn't do your book justice Prescott, but the blurb is amazing. Definitely one to read.
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting for me. It looks great.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. You did all of the work with your great book.
DeleteWell done blurb, and I agree with Sheena-kay, it sounds intriguing. Thanks, Nana, for hosting Prescott.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Carole. It was my pleasure to host her.
DeleteQuite a cheeky excerpt, Prescott. I like the banter between Wesley and Emory.
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