Plot Monkeys

So we’ve all heard about book clubs…some of us have even participated in them. There is nothing in the world more fun (to me!) than talking about a book I’ve read with someone else who has also read it. As an author, interacting with readers beyond “did you like the book?” is a real treat. Inspired by my experience at eHarlequin.com with my FREE online read, I decided to do a bookclub experience here at Plotmonkeys!

We will be discussing…you guessed it, my brand new release, 3 SEDUCTIONS AND A WEDDING.

When? In one month–June 23rd. By then, those of you who want to buy the book will have done so and hopefully, you’ll also have read it. I’m going to post some discussion questions and then we’ll tackle them together…it should be fun to see everyone’s different takes on the book, including mine. Once I put words on the page, they are no longer mine alone. The experience becomes shared. I’m really looking forward to talking about this sexy, contemporary romance with a group of readers who seem to love that genre!

Also, I know some people are iffy about reading novellas. I get it…it’s not the same as a whole book. But these novellas are connected, so you really will get a full novel experience. They aren’t just loosely connected…they are tightly connected. Each springboards to the next.

About 10 of you won copies of 3 SEDUCTIONS and should be receiving them this week. (I know some already have!) The book is for sale in print and electronic versions at eHarlequin and if it isn’t already, should be at your local Walmarts, Targets, etc. (One great thing about Harlequin is that they have awesome distribution.) So if you would like to participate, please move me up on your TBR pile and in one month, let the book club commence!

Last week at Blazeauthors, I posted the prologue. (This chapter is a variation of the first few chapters of my online read…a scene with Bianca and Coop.) This week, I’m posting the first chapter of the first story. It introduces all the characters and jumps right into the conflict between the heroine, Jessie, and her former lover, Leo.

I hope you enjoy it!

(Just a note…I’m out all day today and may not have computer access. I will respond to comments, but it just might be tomorrow before I can. Thanks for understanding!)

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Jessie Martinez set down her fork, a juicy olive still speared on the tines, and glanced at the people around her. Annie nearly sputtered out her beer. Drew choked on a piece of pepperoni pizza and Ajay, who prided himself on impeccable manners, coughed into his red-checkered paper napkin. Only Mallory continued to calmly chew her food, though when she swallowed, her gulp was audible in the sudden silence. Leo Sharpe’s ridiculous proposal to throw a lavish, surprise wedding for their mutual best friends in less than a week had struck all of them dumb.

Except her. She’d questioned his sanity out loud.

And yet, Leo’s smile only deepened. Her ex’s eyes darkened from dreamy turquoise to rich royal blue and his grin quirked so that the dimple on his left cheek gave her a rebellious wink. Suddenly, it was hard to remember that there were four other people squeezed into a booth in their favorite pizzeria. Or that less than two minutes ago, she’d scarfed down enough garlic salad dressing to stop a rampaging vampire.

“People have been telling me I was crazy for years,” he replied, tossing an irreverent glance at Annie, who as the potential groom’s sister, knew Leo best.

Well, except for Jessie. To Coop’s sister, Annie, who was six years older than her sibling, Leo was nothing more than a surrogate little brother. To Jessie, he was the man who’d broken her heart.

“And despite your reputation,” Jessie said after taking a sip of her soda, “you continue to construct hare-brained schemes that accomplish nothing but inconveniencing large and diverse groups of people.”

“Can you think of a better way to finally get Bianca and Coop married?” Leo asked, giving a cursory glance at the others before focusing on her. “After all these years?”

Jessie opened her mouth, but no answer came out. Though both convoluted and crazy, Leo’s plan to construct and execute a wedding—complete with bridesmaids, groomsmen, clergy, guests, music, reception, wine and cake—was their best bet in ensuring that Bianca and Cooper were good and wed by the weekend, the last time they’d be in the country for at least another six months to a year.

As Bianca’s best friend, Jessie was ashamed that she hadn’t come up with the idea. She’d witnessed the romance-novel-worthy relationship from the get-go. Bianca and Coop had somehow turned a one-night stand in college into a bond that had lasted over a decade.

They wanted to get married. They wore the wedding rings they’d bought from a pawn shop on the day they’d graduated from college and they renewed their application for a marriage license every time they returned to Florida to visit family and friends. But they’d never gotten around to actually walking down the aisle, always preferring to go spelunking in Turkey or climb Mt. Kilimanjaro instead.

“I think your idea is brilliant,” said Ajay Singh, Cooper’s boss, whose lilting accent gave Jessie a little tingle. She’d dated him once—and only once. They’d had an okay time, but while the Oxford-educated multi-millionaire had treated her like a queen, they hadn’t clicked. Shame, really. With his fat bank account and fathomless jade eyes, he was a hell of a great catch.

Unlike the man she had clicked with. She and Leo had clicked like the detonator of a bomb.

She frowned at Ajay’s enthusiasm, but couldn’t maintain her negative outlook when Drew, Bianca’s brother, and Annie, Coop’s sister, both piped in with their support.

“A surprise wedding is perfect,” Drew said. “They’ll never slow down otherwise.”

Annie took another long sip of her beer. “So what’s next? And how do we help?”

Everyone leaned eagerly toward Leo—everyone except Jessie and Mallory Tedesco, Bianca’s boss, who had never been loquacious or even social. Jessie was shocked she’d come out tonight. Leo must have dug deep into his endless supply of charm to convince her.

Poor girl didn’t stand a chance. The man was lethal.

Leo pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it and spread it out on the table. “I’ve got it all worked out.”

Jessie couldn’t help but glance over at his list, which was filled not only with his even-spaced, block-styled hand lettering, but lines and shapes that reminded her of how he used to doodle on everything from paper tablecloths to cardboard coasters back when they were dating. Always the same shapes—boats. Masts. Bows and anchors and any number of paraphernalia associated with the sailing vessels he now designed and raced with great success. He’d achieved all his dreams and here he was, trying to make sure his best friend, Coop, achieved the same.

He made it so hard to hate him.

Jessie sat back against the red vinyl seat and listened while her former lover outlined his plan, her gaze focused on anything and anyone but Leo. It was hard enough to share breathing space with him on the rare occasions when Bianca and Coop came to town. To sit so close to him now that she could sniff out hints of his cologne from the myriad scents in the restaurant only reminded her that while she’d gotten over his betrayal a long time ago, she might not quite have gotten over him.

“There are three things that make up a successful wedding,” Leo said with such authority, Jessie couldn’t help but wonder when he’d become an expert on the topic. He’d never been married, that much she knew. In fact, he’d never seen anyone seriously—not, at least, since her.

“We need a quick ceremony, a great reception and a fabulous honeymoon. Your parents,” Leo addressed Drew and Annie, brother and sister of the bride and groom, respectively, “have agreed to take care of the ceremony. They couldn’t get a church on short notice, so they opted for the main ballroom at the Hotel del Mar.”

“That’s a beautiful venue,” Annie crooned. “It overlooks the water. It’s perfect!”

Clearly, Annie was as much a romantic as Leo. Or she was just thinking about the pictures, since Annie was a photographer.

“Now, it’s just up to us to plan the reception and the honeymoon.”

“Won’t the hotel take care of the food?” Mallory asked, her voice soft, but assured.

“Actually, Jessie’s mom is a caterer,” he said, sparing her a glance. And only a glance. Why did it suddenly matter that he’d spoken her name, but hadn’t deemed her significant enough to look at for a prolonged period of time? “She and Mrs. Brighton are already making arrangements. But the entertainment’s not locked down—and I saw in the paper yesterday that Brock Arsenal is in town.”

“The rock star?” Jessie asked. “He’s not exactly a wedding singer.”

Leo, once again, was not deterred, though he did deem her objection significant enough to meet her gaze straight on. “But he does sing their song.”

His voice dropped low and suddenly, the strains of that haunting tune blasted in Jessie’s ears. Full of sexual yearning and erotic imagery, Arsenal’s signature ballad suddenly teased Jessie’s consciousness, taunting her with memories she should have banished from her mind a very long time ago.

Actually, she’d thought she had.

Drew made room on the table for the waitress, who was delivering a fresh pitcher of beer. “God, Binks played that song over and over for weeks after she and Coop started dating. I thought I’d never get it out of my head. Posters of Arsenal are still up in her old bedroom.”

“It would be really cool if we could get him to play,” Annie agreed. “Impossible, but really cool.”

Ajay nodded. “With the right amount of money, nothing is impossible.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Leo said, clapping Ajay on the shoulder. “I’ll put you in charge of entertainment then, okay? You and Mallory.”

“Me?” the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman said with a note of protest in her voice.

“Bianca told me that you not only book all of her interpreter work, but you also find people to work with actors when they need to master an accent or learn another language in a hurry. You have to have Hollywood contacts.”

Mallory remained silent, but gave a little nod.

“Good,” Leo said, and then turned to Annie. “You and Bianca are about the same size, aren’t you?”

Annie’s green eyes widened. “Don’t tell me you need me to pick out her wedding dress.”

Leo pulled another list out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Unless you want her mother to do it?”

Jessie nearly choked, but Drew actually laughed out loud. Bianca and her mother were polar opposites when it came to fashion sense.

In unison, Annie and Jessie said, “No!”

“I should pick out her wedding dress,” Jessie said. “I know her style best.”

“True,” Leo conceded, “But I have something better planned for you.”

Before Jessie could read anything into his promise, he tapped the list and handed it to Annie. “Think you can get all this?”

“By the weekend?” Annie asked. “No way. The boutique you want me to go to is in New York City.”

Drew tilted Annie’s hand so he could see the paper. It was hard to tell in the predominantly red lighting in the pizzeria, but Jessie could have sworn Annie had blushed.

“That’s the designer Bianca met in the islands,” he said.

Leo grinned. “Exactly. She said she’d totally hook Bianca up. However, she needed either precise measurements or a live model to make sure of the fit.”

“I can fly Annie there,” Drew offered. “I could have a plane ready by tomorrow. We can be back by Saturday with everything my sister will need. It’s about time she wore something other than faded cut-off jeans and ratty hoodie.”

Jessie couldn’t disagree, even if Annie did look uncomfortable with her assignment. Maybe she didn’t like the idea of picking out Bianca’s clothes—or maybe the idea of jetting off with Bianca’s gorgeous younger brother had her a little jumpy. Annie had hardly dated since her divorce and Drew wasn’t doing a very good job hiding his obvious interest in her. He might be only twenty-six, but he was a successful businessman and an excellent pilot. Annie was in good hands.

But suddenly, Jessie did the math. If Annie went off with Drew and Mallory hooked up with Ajay, then that left…

“Oh, no,” Jessie said, but everyone was so excited with the prospect of pulling off the ultimate surprise wedding, no one heard her objection except Leo.

He scooted closer, his breath skimming softly against her ear. “That leaves you and me to plan the honeymoon.”

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the way his voice deepened so that the illicit possibilities in his suggestion were impossible to push from her mind. Suddenly, she imagined her body, naked and hot, pinned to the sand by Leo’s muscular form with a sultry summer sun on his back and in her eyes, while his mouth did deliciously decadent things to her lips, neck and breasts.

“We can’t do this,” she said.

There was too much history. Too much hurt.

“It’s been ten years, Jessie. Can’t we let go of the past long enough to give our friends the future we could have had if I hadn’t screwed up?”

Ajay picked up the bill. Drew was on his cell phone with the airport while Annie checked in with her young sons, who were visiting their father. Mallory stood a few feet away, toying with her iPhone, a tiny grin curving her mouth. Leo, however, simply stared at Jessie, his pupils wide and locked on her as if she were steak and he a starving man.

Everyone seemed excited about the prospect of pulling off the wedding.

Everyone except her.