Meet Jessica Lemmon, a new author with her first book out! And what a splash she is making! Wow! Here’s a special Valentine’s note from her leading man:
Shane August’s Top Five Valentine’s Day Gifts
Hello readers! It’s Jessica Lemmon asking you to help me welcome billionaire Shane August from my book, Tempting the Billionaire! Shane has graciously agreed to give us his top five Valentine’s Day gifts.
Thank you, Jessica. *nods to the masses* And thank you, readers. Instead of giving you a top five list of the gifts I like to give on Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to give you a top five list of gifts I have received on Valentine’s Day. So here we go:
#5) S.W.A.K. I was ten years old. Her name was Hannah Banana. Okay, that wasn’t really her name, but that’s what everyone called her. She brought me a tube of cherry Chapstick and then we each put some on and kissed behind the school bus. It was EPIC.
#4) Love Coupons. You know the ones, “Please redeem for one free ______ from your Valentine.” Guys love those. Come to think of it, girls love those too. WIN-WIN.
#3) Homemade Dinner. It was terrible. I didn’t even know you could do that to a pot roast. But it was the thought
that counted. TIP: have lots of wine on hand to help wash down the less palatable entrees.
#2) Die Hard Marathon. Yep, all five. Blu-ray, surround-sound, and enough popcorn to feed a small country.
#1) YOURSELF. Of all the gifts I’ve received in the past, I think the most special has been the gift of time. Spend time with your Valentine this year. Make time for each other. And if you can combine all of the above, well, I don’t think it could get any better…unless you cash in two of those love coupons instead.
Shane also brought a special Valentine’s Day treat for you! An exclusive excerpt from Tempting the Billionaire!
Tempting the Billionaire
Outside on solid ground, the night air welcoming and cool, Crickitt sucked in a quiet, clarifying breath. Shane easily kept pace, his long legs eating up the same distance in half the steps. He reached for the door of the limo and popped it open, gliding his palm along her back again as she slid inside.
If he made her body hum by raking her with the briefest touch, what could he do if he really took his time? She clambered inside, straightening her curls and her clothing in one nervous gesture after the other. Shane climbed in and sat beside her, at a respectable distance, but still, too close. Heat leaped to the surface of her skin, burning her cheeks, flushing her neck and chest.
His aftershave had long faded, but the crisp fragrance of his laundry soap combined with his pheromones mingled in her senses. Twice she heard an intake of breath and twice she turned in anticipation, but each time his breath ended on a sigh as he focused on the landscape whizzing by the window. Crickitt spent the remainder of the ride staring out of her own window, the dead air between them stifling.
The limo door opened in front of her apartment. Shane got out first, offering Crickitt his hand. She took it, shuddering as his long fingers grazed her bare flesh.
“I’ll walk you up,” he murmured, taking her canvas bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
Heart thundering in her chest, she fumbled with the keys, grateful to have something in her hands. At the door, it took all of her willpower to keep the key steady as she pushed it into the lock. She could feel Shane standing behind her, the heat radiating off his big body surrounding her like an embrace.
Finally, the key slid home and she turned the knob. If she faced him, he’d see every ounce of desire on her face, every bit of longing reflected in her eyes. She kept her back to him and focused on opening her front door. “Thank you for dinner.”
But he didn’t let her get away with it.
She took a deep breath, tried to mask her expression in nonchalance. But when she turned, she found Shane close enough to touch, his face bathed in the pale porch light, his perfectly formed mouth edged in a day’s growth. Moving her eyes from his face didn’t quell the urge to devour him where he stood.
His suit was creased, his collar open, giving her a generous view of his bitable neck. His tie, harmlessly dangling from his jacket pocket, filled her head with fantasies she’d never had before.
Tempting. The word echoed in her ears, making her wonder how long Eve was able to resist before caving in and sampling the apple.
She finally managed to dredge up her voice. “Did you forget something?” she asked.
He scanned her face, his nostrils flaring. Her heart sped and she sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for his answer.
“Now would be the perfect moment,” he said, leaning a palm on her door frame and causing her to press her back against the door, “for me to say yes.”
He reached out and toyed with a button at the top of her shirt. “And kiss you good night.”