Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: The Billionaire Bachelor by Jessica Lemmon


Indecent Proposal...



Indecent Proposal

Manwhore. That's what the board of directors-and the tabloids-thinks of billionaire bachelor Reese Crane. Ordinarily he couldn't care less, but his playboy past is preventing the board from naming him CEO of Crane Hotels. Nothing-and no one-will keep him from his life's legacy. They want a settled man to lead the company? Then that's exactly what he'll give them.

Merina Van Heusen will do anything to get her parents' funky boutique hotel back-even marry cold-as-ice-but-sexy-as-hell Reese Crane. It's a simple business contract-six months of marriage, absolute secrecy, and the Van Heusen is all hers again. But when sparks fly between them, their passion quickly moves from the boardroom to the bedroom. And soon Merina is living her worst nightmare: falling in love with her husband . . .

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Even with her nostrils flared, Merina forced a smile. There was only one way past this gatekeeper. She called up an ounce of poise—an ounce being the most she could access at the moment. “Merina Van Heusen to see Reese Crane.”
“Ms. Van Heusen,” the woman said, her tone flat, her eyes going to the doorknob in Merina’s hand. “You’re here regarding the changes to the hotel, I presume.”
“You got it,” Merina said, barely harnessing her anger. How come everyone was so damn calm about dismantling a town landmark?
“Have a seat.” Crane’s bulldog gestured one manicured hand at a group of cushy white chairs, her mouth frowning in disgust as she took in Merina’s dishevelment. “Perhaps I could fetch you a towel first.”
“I won’t be sitting.” She wasn’t about to be put in her place by Reese’s underling. Then her prayers were answered as the set of gleaming wooden doors behind the secretary’s desk parted like the Red Sea.
Jackpot.
Merina barreled forward as the woman at the desk barked, “Excuse me!”
Merina ignored her. She wouldn’t be delayed another second…or so she thought. She stopped short when a woman in a very tight red dress, the neckline plunging into plentiful cleavage, her heels even higher and potentially more expensive than Merina’s Louboutins, swept out of the office and gave her a slow, mascaraed blink back. Then she sashayed around Merina, past the bulldog, and left behind a plume of perfume.
Interesting.
Reese’s latest date? An escort? If Merina believed the local tabloids, one and the same. Paying for dates certainly wasn’t above his pay grade.
Before the doors closed, she slipped into Reese’s office.
“Ms. Van Heusen!” came a bark behind her, but Reese, who stood facing the windows and looking out upon downtown, said three words that instantly shut his secretary up.
“She’s fine, Bobbie.”
Merina smirked back at the sour-faced, coal-eyed secretary as Reese’s office doors whooshed shut.
“Merina, I presume.” Reese still hadn’t turned. His posture was straight, jacket and slacks impeccably tailored to his muscular, perfectly proportioned body. Shark or not, the man could wear a suit. She’d seen the photos of him in the Trib as well as Luxury Stays, the hotel industry’s leading trade magazine, and like every other woman in Chicago, she hadn’t missed the gossip about him online. Like his more professional photos, his hands were sunk into his pant pockets, and his wavy, dark hair was styled and perfect.
Clearly the woman who had just left was here on other business…or past business. If something more clandestine was going on, Reese would appear more mussed. Then again, he probably didn’t muss his hair during sex. From what she gleaned about him via the media, Reese probably didn’t allow his hair to muss.
The snarky thought paired with a vision of him out of that suit, stalking naked and primed, golden muscles shifting with each long-legged step. Sharp, navy eyes focused only on her…
He turned to face her and she snapped out of her imaginings and blinked at the stubble covering a perfectly angled jaw. What was it about that hint of dishevelment on his otherwise perfect visage that made her breath catch?
Thick dark brows jumped slightly as his eyes zoomed in on her chest.
She sneered before venturing a glance down at her sodden silk shirt. Where she saw the perfect outline of both nipples. A tinge of heat lit her cheeks, and she crossed her arms haughtily, glaring at him as best she could while battling embarrassment.
“Seems this April morning is colder than you anticipated,” he drawled.




TOP 5 THINGS THAT MAKE THE MAN: REESE CRANE
By Jessica Lemmon


Curious about what makes Reese Crane, billionaire bachelor, the man? Lucky for us, I was able to get my latest (stubborn) hero to open up about 5 things that make him, well, him.


#5 ~ Beard trimmer. Reese is never without a sexy amount of stubble on his jaw and chin (see book cover) and this bit of dishevelment throws our heroine, Merina right off course. Reese maintains his look, never clean-faced, and never too beardy. Can you say control?

#4 ~ Scotch. Reese prefers it on the rocks, and as he tells Merina on their date one evening, “It’s always what I expect.”

#3 ~ Yacht. In case of temporary nuptials, climb aboard and hide out! But not for long. Sunrise on the deck isn’t optional for Reese—he and Merina need reporters to see them together after the wedding.

#2 ~ Sharp wit. I’m not sure whose banter is more infectious, Merina’s or Reese’s. But I promise you this: when they’re together, they are on fire!

#1 ~ The tie. Merina becomes obsessed with loosening Reese’s ever-present tie, much to the reader’s delight. As she puts it, she likes to see him come undone.

As do I, Mer. As do I. ;-)











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A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.



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She was a law unto herself until she met David Alexander… Priscilla is a single mom trying to make a life for herself and her young son. She doesn’t have time for romance, especially not with the handsome, charming man who ran over her dog. From the first frightening moment of their first meeting, David is enchanted with the prickly yet fiercely loyal and loving Priscilla. He can’t get her out of his head, and he doesn’t want to. He sets his sights on the one woman he’d fight hell or high water to love. But will Priscilla surrender her heart to him?
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Title: Surrender My Heart
Author: G.E. Taylor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 21st, 2016
Publisher: Self-Published
Print Length: 275 pages
Format: Digital and Paperback
Digital ASIN: B01G0S02SU

Synopsis:
“Jesus Chr—!” David mutters in disbelief, while swerving to avoid hitting the dog that dashed in front of his truck and the young boy who chased after him. He hears a thump, feels it, and he prays to God it isn’t the child he’d hit. The dog he can fix; he’s a veterinarian. The child was a different story. Kneeling beside the boy and his pet, David breathes a sigh of relief. The child is all right. He turns his focus on the mother, and he knew this encounter would not be his last. Her fiery tongue leaves him with no doubt that he would be held responsible for the accident, and if he’d hurt her son, there’d be no place he would be safe from her wrath. But like a moth, he was drawn to the flame.

Priscilla Bradford has one goal—to build a successful psychotherapy private practice in a short time. There is no room in her life for a relationship. She doesn’t want it. She wants no distractions and no complications. Maintaining an aloof persona, she keeps off would-be admirers. Then she runs into David Alexander, a man she cannot ignore. Despite her best efforts to stay fully committed to her goal, she is drawn to him in a way she cannot explain. That did not sit well with her, being a person who likes to be in control and in charge.


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Excerpt:

The doorbell chimed.
“Don’t open it!” Priscilla’s voice rang out, but it was a second too late. Tony charged forward, pulling it open. Boxer dashed through before she or her son could stop him to put on his leash.
“Boxer, come back!” Tony shouted, giving chase.
“Tony, don’t!” Priscilla screamed, running after her six-year-old son. Her frightened heart rushed up to her throat. Praying heavily to God that she got hold of him before he reached the street that was fairly busy in the evenings, she doubled her strides. Tony was learning to check the door first before opening it. Sometimes he forgot. The minute she returned to the house, she would call the electrician to fix the bell. Obviously, there was a short somewhere, since it was ringing spontaneously.
David Alexander glanced quickly at the clock on his dashboard. He’d better hurry, or he would be late to pick up his son from detention. This was becoming a habit with Bryce. Last month, he’d had three detentions. Now this one. Soon—and very soon—the principal would schedule a parent conference. Bryce was skating on thin ice. “Jesus Chr—!” he muttered, swerving to avoid hitting the dog that dashed in front of his truck and the young boy who chased after him. He heard a thump, felt it, and he prayed to God it wasn’t the child he’d hit.
Parking quickly, David pushed his door open and stepped out, hurrying to where the boy and the dog were. Immense relief flowed through him to see that the boy looked all right.
Tony was on his knees, screaming, “He killed him! He killed him! Boxer is dead!”
On bended knees, beside the boy, David spoke softly to him. “I’m sorry I hit your dog. Let me see. . . .
“What were you doing driving so fast on this street?” demanded a voice filled with fright, worry, and anger as she skidded to a stop and immediately fell on her knees beside Tony. With her heart pumping furiously, Priscilla’s eyes swept over Tony quickly. Breathing hard and fast, she continued, “If you’ve hurt my son or killed his dog, you’re in big trouble.” Swiftly, her eyes and hands roamed over Tony. “Honey, Tony, do you hurt anywhere?”
Shaking his head, he said, “No.” His eyes, which were fastened on his dog, never wavered. “But Boxer—” He broke off, and fresh tears ran down his face.
Satisfied that her son sustained no visible injuries and he appeared to be all right, she turned her attention to Boxer.
“Oh, Mom, Boxer is dead. He’s not moving.”
“May I take a look at him?” David asked the boy gently.
“You stay away from us!” The furious pumping of her heart had not slowed down. Her hand trembled visibly as she reached out to touch Boxer. Swallowing with difficulty, her fingers moved gently over his coat. Boxer didn’t move.
Deciding he couldn’t reason with the mother, David addressed the boy again. “Tony, I’m Dr. Dave. I’m a veterinarian, and I work with animals,” he said, his eyes holding the boy’s while he ignored his mother for the moment. His priority was the boy and the animal. Hopefully, he could deal with the mother later. “May I?”

About G.E. Taylor:
I became hooked on reading romance novels during my teen years and my attempt at writing began in high school. All of my manuscripts were mailed under my bed. Eventually, I threw out most of them. That was painful especially since I’d written them by longhand first, then typed them on my old, dependable typewriter.
In college I majored in English but ended up with a Master in Social Work from Rutgers University and a Master in Education from Seton Hall University. Though I had these different career paths, I never gave up
my passion for writing or my need to read. Now I’m more committed to my writing.
I live in New Jersey with my family; enjoy soul music, like dancing and the occasional glass of wine.



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