It’s release day for Libby Rice’s Love Drunk!
I am so excited to share this great new contemporary romance with you! And Libby is sharing an exclusive excerpt with us, as well as a fantastic giveaway!
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The love that lies built?
Wine importer London Whitley dots her I’s and crosses her T’s. Her meticulous nature insulates her from fears that she might just be crazy, as in certifiably, medically nuts. When her almost ex-boyfriend winds up dead at her hands and she’s soon accused of importing counterfeit wines, London’s carefully constructed world begins to crumble. There’s help to be had, but only in the form of an imposing stranger who threatens her ruin.
Trevor Rathlen is lucky to have escaped his marriage to a murderess alive and merely indebted to men who think the exquisite London Whitley’s innocence is a façade. A computer security specialist by day and hacker by night, Trevor agrees to return the favor owed by learning London’s secrets. The task should be an easy one, except Trevor is short on trust, London is long on lies, and together they battle an infinite attraction.
Wine importer London Whitley dots her I’s and crosses her T’s. Her meticulous nature insulates her from fears that she might just be crazy, as in certifiably, medically nuts. When her almost ex-boyfriend winds up dead at her hands and she’s soon accused of importing counterfeit wines, London’s carefully constructed world begins to crumble. There’s help to be had, but only in the form of an imposing stranger who threatens her ruin.
Trevor Rathlen is lucky to have escaped his marriage to a murderess alive and merely indebted to men who think the exquisite London Whitley’s innocence is a façade. A computer security specialist by day and hacker by night, Trevor agrees to return the favor owed by learning London’s secrets. The task should be an easy one, except Trevor is short on trust, London is long on lies, and together they battle an infinite attraction.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
Secrets and
strategies swirled in London’s head, mixing with a need that had begun to pulse
between them the moment his mouth had overtaken hers in the warehouse. The two
of them played with a fire that flared hot, but unstable. London should play
the game of Trevor safe. She should keep her cravings buried and hand over what
she knew about her flailing company, including its most problematic
ex-employee.
If she did,
Trevor would immediately learn about the nature of her ex’s death. The move
would resolve his suspicion professionally—a good outcome because he’d be out
of her hair with the least amount of hassle—but also push him away personally.
A not-so-good
outcome.
Maybe an
intolerable, unacceptable, unspeakable
outcome.
The idea of
revealing facts certain to repel the intense and complex man overhead made her
stomach pitch and roll, a warning that for the first time her body had ideas,
too. A prickle beneath the skin, a warmth between the thighs—both said London
didn’t want to be staid or level anymore.
You’re on a bed. Barely dressed. His hands are on
you.
Keep them there.
Because she
knew she would lose him sooner or lose him later. The question had become: How
much of Trevor Rathlen could London have before he became a casualty of her
gravest mistake?
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“Trevor.”
His name
sliced through the charged silence. In that way London had of saying a lot with
a little, her tone struck him as subtly, meaningfully,
different than her earlier apologies and then her desperate pleas for help in
the warehouse.
This time it
contained a request.
Her reclining
position let the hospital gown fall against her skin, skimming over the
bountiful curves that had blown his imagination all through her shower earlier
in the night.
By then he’d
known she would be all right. With the scare over, her biggest problem would be
lingering headaches and dehydration, which had left plenty of bandwidth for him
to be jealous of the attending nurse.
He’d cracked
down on how badly he’d wanted into that sterile little bathroom because no way was he lusting after a woman in
need of a crash course on the nobility of truth.
Unfortunately,
his lofty, better-than-thou ideals hadn’t tempered the urge to distract the
nurse with lies about buzzers and sirens in the hall so he could sneak in and
go down on London in the shower. Only sturdy locks had kept his ass squarely on
the couch.
Now her eyes
held a dark invitation instead of her customary uncertainty. It seemed London
didn’t trust him enough to tell him what she was hiding, but she did trust him enough
to touch him.
To let him
touch her.
Maybe his
friend had had the right idea about women—sex
for secrets—all along.
London,
sleepy-eyed and relieved, looked perfectly willing to be plied.
Trevor shifted
away and rolled his head back. When he spoke, he did it to the ceiling. “I know
that look.”
The London he
knew would reply with another apology, an instant and visceral retreat from her
tiny step toward what she wanted.
Except she
didn’t. “Really?” London whispered. “What does it mean?”
Anticipation thickened
their mutual stillness, and his cock. No matter how badly he wanted them to,
the overhead tiles didn’t get any more interesting upon increased inspection.
Barren and white within a metal framework, they practically dared him to turn
back to what mattered in the room.
To temptation. To madness.
When he risked
another glance, London hadn’t budged. Green eyes met his stare evenly, as
though their battle of wills, her injuries, the counterfeiting, even the
remaining mysteries they both knew she guarded, all belonged somewhere far from
her bed.
Freshly
scrubbed, London smelled of soap and lotion. Moonlight gleamed against a
natural glow that had replaced her earlier pallor. Black curls tumbled across
her pillow in artful tangles. Fresh and unkempt, she looked impossible but
real, a magazine spread that wasn’t.
He leaned in,
caging her torso with spread arms. If she wouldn’t guard herself, Trevor didn’t
have the strength to do it for her. “That look is a demand.”
“For?”
“Me.”
Beneath him,
her chest expanded on a slow, deep inhale.
“And, London?”
he said. “Unlike you, I won’t renege once I decide to give you’re asking for.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Before becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them.
Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story.
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