Summer’s Hottest Hero

In just three short days, All Romance Ebooks will kick off their Summer’s Hottest Hero contest. I’m thrilled to announce that Jarod, from Party Naked, will be one of the heroes participating in the competition.

It’s going to be the battle of all battles this summer as 32 of 2011’s hottest heroes suit up in their armor, fangs, fur, camouflage, fire-fighting gear, etc., and square off. Voting begins on August 1.

There will be five rounds of elimination with prizes for voters along the way and prizes for the top 3 authors at the end.

In ROUND 1 – You will Meet the Heroes from Aug 1 – Aug 7

32 Heroes will be divided into 16 pairs. Readers will get to vote for 1 Hero in each pair. The winner of each pairing will advance to the next level
And a PRIZE will be AWARDED as One random voter will receive a $25.00 gift certificate
I hope you’ll come out on August 1 to show a little love to Jarod and all the heroes! And as I say so long on my week as the IH blogger, I thought I’d leave you with a little excerpt from Party Naked.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t De—”

The detective grabbed her shoulders, pulled her toward him and cut off her words with a kiss that left her stunned motionless for a full thirty seconds.

What the hell?

She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but the man was relentless. He turned his head slightly, his tongue brushing her lower lip. She gasped and he took advantage, opening her mouth even more for his beautiful assault.

Stephanie might be angry, but she appreciated a good kiss as much as the next woman, and it seemed a shame to interrupt the man when he was on a roll. Then she recalled the ticket and his rudeness. She shoved at his chest again, but he dipped his tongue in farther, the brief scent and flavor of peppermint on his breath making her mouth water.

Anger. Arousal. Those two emotions seemed to be in direct opposition and she was torn. Should she break the contact—and his neck—or hang on and enjoy the ride? For all his personality defects, the cop could work magic with his mouth. Holy wow.

He stroked her tongue with his, touching it with quick, teasing brushes. His hands moved from her shoulders to her face, cupping her cheeks, and Stephanie felt herself go molten, her panties suddenly wet. She was a sucker for a sexy kisser and a good face hold. God, she loved it when a guy touched her cheeks so sweetly.

After a few hours, the detective pulled away, though his face was so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath on her skin. With a bit of distance between them, Stephanie’s wits began to return.

“Are you mental?” she whispered, too breathless to speak louder.


His answer was too quick, too pat, too unsatisfying.

“You better have a damn good reason for doing that, Offi—”

He covered her mouth with his again. Rather than repeating the initial, long, soul-searching kiss, this time it was harder, hungrier. The horny fool inside her returned the effort…with interest.

The next time he moved away, he spoke first. “Is there somewhere private where we can talk?”

She snorted. She couldn’t help it. “You just came in here and attacked me in my bar. I’m not about to go anywhere with you alone until you give me some answers.”

The detective sighed heavily and then looked around, first at the bar and then over his shoulder, through the plate-glass window facing the street. Stephanie noticed he hadn’t released her and she was beginning to suspect it was to keep her in check.

For what?

“How about outside? The city street is private enough for our conversation, but public enough you don’t have to worry about me overpowering and taking advantage of you.”

She heard the humor in his tone, but she also sensed there could be some truth to his admission. Of course, she wasn’t so sure she’d kick up much of a fuss should he try that overpowering thing.

She looked at his quiet, serious face and just like that, she knew she’d be perfectly safe with him. Damn it. “Street’s fine, but make it quick. I’m working.”

He grinned and her stomach lurched unsteadily at the sight. Detective Asshole, as she’d taken to thinking of him in her mind, was gorgeous. Stunningly so. With deep, rich brown hair and eyes so dark they looked black, he also had a small cleft in his chin that added a bit of interest to his perfectly put-together face.

“You work here.” His words didn’t seem to be posed as a question so she didn’t answer. Instead, she followed him as he headed for the front door. He’d released her face, only to reach down and grasp her hand. She felt foolish and ridiculously happy to be holding his hand as they walked to the sidewalk, standing right outside Books and Brew. She noticed he was careful to make sure she was still in sight of her friends inside. She appreciated that small, thoughtful gesture.

So much for first impressions.

The detective was quickly becoming an enigma—asshole, sexy, arrogant, confusing. He pushed every button inside her and poked at every emotion. This was not good.

If you haven’t met Jarod yet, Party Naked is available at Ellora’s CaveAmazonBarnes and NobleSony, and All Romance Ebooks.

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