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Nobody’s Princess
by Sarah Hegger
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Tiffany Desjardins has a plan. Well, she had a plan, until
her past and all its complications came back to haunt her. Her
not-quite-ex-husband, Luke, is missing, and suddenly everyone needs to find
him--including Tiffany, if she wants to marry the true man of her dreams. Then
there's Thomas Hunter, Luke's brawny friend, who won't take "no road
trip" for an answer--and who won't stop showing up in her daydreams…
Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
Thomas couldn't care less about Luke's personal life, but he needs to find him if he's going to make his fledgling minerals and metals company a reality. And if that means following Tiffany, who's taken off in Luke's rare Lamborghini Miura, he's more than willing--especially if there might be a chance to negotiate some of Tiffany's lovely curves. As Tiffany and Thomas speed along without a map, the only destination that seems certain is being together…
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And now for an Excerpt!!
Blondie stood there giving the other models a thorough eye
scan. Gay. What a shame.
She shook her head at herself. What did it matter? She was
practically an engaged woman.
Blondie hovered at her side.
Clichés sucked, but some of these boys had no brain beneath
all that brawn. Hooking her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged.
“You have to take this off for makeup.”
“Are you taking my clothes off?” Blondie folded his huge
paws around hers and stopped her. He had a great voice, like hot chocolate
laced with rum. The sort of voice that would do great bedtime stories.
She hauled back on her thought path. “You have to strip.”
He looked right at her. Not past her or around her, but
right at her as if he wanted to see straight into the center of her.
“Strip?” Up went one eyebrow.
Something she didn’t want to name crackled through the space
between them. Sweat prickled her palms. Her hands were still fisted around his
shirt, exposing about two inches of stomach. He had a garden path trail of hair
disappearing below the low-slung waist of his jeans. That would have to go.
Pity. Tiffany dragged her stare off his navel and focused on the writing on the
front of his T-shirt: Never trust an atom—they make up everything.
Cool shirt. She and Blondie were probably the only two
people in the world who thought it was funny. “Yes, strip.”
She pulled at the shirt and his hands tightened over hers.
Tiffany glared up at him. Following up on late with an attack of modesty?
Unbelievable. Did he think he would be modeling undershirts and long johns?
“You have to take it all off.”
“Normally I get dinner first.” Those bad-boy eyes danced at
her, inviting her to share the joke. For a second, she badly wanted to.
“Tiffany, sweetie.” Tyrone appeared beside her. “That’s not
your model.”
“What?” Tiffany stared at Blondie. Of course he was her
model, because otherwise she was stripping . . . A whimper caught in her
throat.
He looked back at her.
Tyrone took her by the shoulders and spun her around.
“That’s your model.”
He pointed to a beautiful Rocky (as in the Picture Show, not
Sly) look-alike talking earnestly to Piers. Piers lapped it up, waving one hand
through the air and patting the pretty blond boy on the arm.
“I . . .” Tiffany peered over her shoulder. Please let the
last two minutes be a figment of her imagination. Her figment grinned at her
and tucked his hands into his back pockets.
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About the Author:
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger
suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian
engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first
met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different
continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual,
but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans,
conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get
herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path
began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a
moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her
first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage
daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose
buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most
content when reading or writing books.
She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at any
of the places below.
Website: http://sarahhegger.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sarahheggerauthor/?ref=hl
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Sarah-Hegger/e/B00KC50U9Y/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1449772560&sr=8-1
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahHegger
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