Today I have the pleasure of Raven McAllan's company and a sneak peek at her hot, new release...
Thank you for offering to host me
on your blog today. Even though this is all about someone stealing your
identity I promise I won't steal yours. (I may use your name in a book though.)
Blurb…
When the devastatingly handsome
Gray turns up on her doorstep looking for his wife, and calling said wife by
Jules name, Jules wondered briefly if she'd landed in an alternative universe.
She knows she's not his wife, and so does he. But apparently someone with her
name and history is.
Is it a case of coincidence or did
his missing wife 'borrow' Jules' life?
Even though the dominant Gray sends
her knickers aflame with just one look, with a missing wife in the equation,
Jules knows there's no chance of finding out what else he could achieve.
There's only one thing to
do—unravel the mystery and try and keep their hands off each other in the
meantime. The first may well prove far easier than the latter.
Now how about a wee tease?
Jules
walked into the restaurant, her long, tanned legs—courtesy of a certain fake
tanning spray—bare, and her feet encased in vertiginous straps that could
loosely be called shoes, that she hoped to hell she wouldn’t fall off of. Shoes
this high were not made for walking. Showing off legs, looking sexy—she
hoped—but not for putting one foot in front of the other and moving. Her short,
floaty dress, she prayed hinted at—rather than showed—her body and she’d kept
her makeup minimal. She might want a certain part of his anatomy to sit up and
beg, but she didn’t want to make it too obvious. She still hadn’t made her mind
up if she was stupid, or lacking sense because she fancied the socks off him.
Probably both.
Gray
stood up as Jules entered the restaurant and walked towards where he waited.
She tried to stop herself from drooling. If she’d thought he was drop-dead
gorgeous that morning, when he was tired and irritable—well, she’d been
deluding herself. Be still, my heart, she thought flippantly as she took
in every last, luscious inch of him.
Bloody hell. I sound like a corny, cheesy chic
flick, but sheesh, the man’s dynamite without even trying. Heaven help any
woman if he turns on the charm.
Seen from a distance, he was pulse jumping. Up close, he was heart attack
material. Just that lazy smile, those deep, dark eyes and that sexy mouth were
enough to get a girl’s pussy eager for action. And if you added in that tight
butt and toned body? Oh my. Jules mentally fanned herself.
She
tried not to let any of her X-rated thoughts show as she allowed him to lead
her to a deep comfy sofa. The hostess took her serape, and with a slight nod of
thanks she held on to the bit of satin and ribbon laughingly called an evening
clutch, which held her phone, keys and what her mother called ‘mad money’. Not
money to spend madly, but to spend if she or her date got mad and she needed a
taxi. A wise woman, her mother. Although she’d never needed to use it yet and
didn’t think this would be the first time. She’d tucked the twenty-pound note
and a credit card firmly in the inside, zippered pocket of the tiny bag. Jules
didn’t go as far as her mum suggested by pinning the note inside her bra. She
wasn’t that paranoid.
“Right
on time,” she said lightly, as they followed the maître d’ to an intimate bar
area. She was impressed and showed it. Jules thought there was no point in
dissembling. If you appreciated something, why not show it? “Bloody hell, you are pulling out all the stops.”
Nerves and excitement made her chatter nonstop. “Tables are like hen’s teeth
here. How on earth did you manage to get a reservation?”
He
gave a ghost of a smile. “Insider information. Jeff and I were at school
together. I’m part owner of the restaurant.”
Jules
considered his statement. Obviously a man of means, which from the top of the
range Mercedes she had seen driving away from her gate earlier, to the material
and cut of his suit, she had already deduced.
“What
do you do for a living?” she asked. “You know what I do, where I live, the fact
that I have an impersonator—who may or may not be going to get me into deep,
er, um…trouble. But apart from your name, I know next to nothing about you. And
as it’s your not-yet-ex-wife who is the one causing any not-yet-seen problems,
a wee bit of info wouldn’t be amiss.”
She
watched him consider his words. Did he know his nose crinkled when he was deep
in thought?
Finally,
he spoke. “I’m a businessman. I have very diverse interests, all over the
world.”
Jules
waited, but the clam impression continued. Well, that tells me a lot. Info
central he isn’t. “Hence the restaurant and your visit to Melbourne?” She
did her best to prompt him.
“Hence
the restaurant and my visit to Melbourne,” he said, and then he gave his drink
order to the wine waiter. “Champagne now and the rest I’ll choose when we
decide on our meal. Thank you.”
So
that, Jules my girl, is all you are going to get, she thought, as he made no move to expound
further. A smiling youth of around twenty came over to them and handed a set of
keys to Gray. Jules tried not to look as if she wanted to know who he was and
why he had what must be Gray’s car keys.
“Jeff’s
nephew. I have him on the car hire insurance, so he can help me when needed.”
Obviously
he had noticed.
“He’s
parked the car and will drive us both back tonight. As a result, I can have a
glass of champagne with you.”
Jules
looked up at him, not commenting on the inference that they would drive home
together, but noticing the way his body moved under the superbly fitted suit as
he pocketed the keys.
“Who
says I want champagne?” She felt a frisson of excitement run down her spine as
he smiled back.
“Oh,
I’m sure you’ll manage a glass or two. To toast our, shall we say,
collaboration?”
I’m
a goner. Done and gone. Collaborated, under, over, any which way, I’m your girl. And you are the
man. Think, Jules, and not with your hormones. Use your brain. Ask him if he’s
spoken to his investigator person.
“Of
course.” He answered her question, one eyebrow raised as if to signify his
surprise that she’d ever doubted him. “Before I flopped for an hour due to
sleep depravation—or tried to. You didn’t make it easy.”
His
twinkling eyes made Jules think her first impression—and every one since—had
been spot on. Sex on legs!
“Me?”
She tried to look innocent, but inside she was shouting, Yay!
“You,
and those damn legs to your armpits, and that secret smile you have. I’ve been
in a permanent state of arousal since I met you.”
She
risked a quick glance towards his crotch. A definite outline of a hard cock
showed beneath the material that covered it, and she swore it moved.
“Yeah.”
He noticed her look. “Don’t worry. I won’t try to do anything about it—yet. Be
warned… When I do, you’ll know about it. It won’t be easy, and you’ll need to
be very sure it’s what you want.”
https://www.totallybound.com/taken-identity
Hope you are intrigued now…
Happy Reading,
Love R x
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