Monday, June 10, 2013

Under the Covers Blog Tour

Opposites don’t attract. They ignite.
The small Montana town near the Kooskia reserve seemed like the perfect place for Juliet Montgomery to hide from her not-so-law-abiding family. But when her peace is shattered by a break-in and threatening phone calls, it’s clear someone back in New York knows where she is. It’s time to plan her getaway, and fast—but first, she needs to tie up a few loose ends and find out exactly what the town’s sexy cowboy sheriff is hiding.
Sheriff Quinn Lodge has enough demons of his own to know when someone’s hiding something, and he’s determined to uncover what’s beneath Juliet’s uptight, city-girl exterior—preferably one piece of clothing at a time. But when their chemistry goes from fizzy to full-on explosive, things start getting complicated.
How can Juliet stay beneath the covers with Quinn, when doing so means blowing her cover?

Title: Under the Covers (Maverick Montana, #2)
Author: Rebecca Zanetti
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 279 pages
Release Date: May 2013
ISBN: 978-1-62266-781-9
Imprint: Brazen


© 2013 Rebecca Zanetti
Chapter One
Juliet tensed the second the outside door clanged shut. So much for her brief reprieve. She turned around and sat on the highest rung of the ladder, her gaze on the hard wooden floor so far below her feet. Paintings still hung on the wall, and she needed to take them down. But first, she had to face the sheriff.
She’d known he’d show up after receiving her e-mail. Nerves jumped in her belly as she waited.
He strode into the main room of the art gallery and brought the scents of male and pine with him. Stopping several feet away, he looked up. “Juliet.”
“Sheriff.” She took a deep breath, trying to keep her focus on his dark eyes.
But that body deserved a second glance. Tight and packed hard, the sheriff wore faded jeans, a dark button-downed shirt, and a gun at his hip. Black hair swept away from a bronze face with rugged features. Not handsome, but definitely masculine and somehow, tough. Years ago, she’d liked tough. Many years ago.
He cocked his head to the side and studied her.
For months, he’d been studying her…that dark gaze probing deep, warming her in places she tried to control. But Quinn Lodge was all about control, and the smirk he gave promised she’d be the one relinquishing it. “Any other woman, I’d be worried about that top rung. Not you, though,” he murmured.
She smiled to mask her instant arousal from his gravelly voice and resorted to using a polite tone. “You don’t care if I fall?”
“I care. But you won’t fall. You’re the most graceful person I’ve ever met. Ever even seen.” Admiration and something deeper glimmered in his eyes.
She swallowed. “Thank you. Now perhaps we should get to the arguing part of the evening.”
“I’m not going to argue.” Stubbornness lined his jaw, at home and natural along the firm length. “Neither are you.”
While the words sounded like a peaceful overture, in truth, they were nothing but an order. She clasped her hands together and smoothed down her long skirt. When he used that tone, her panties dampened. If the boys from the private school who’d dubbed her “frigid virgin” could only see her now. “Good, no arguing. We agree.”
His grin flashed a dimple in his left cheek, and he shifted his weight. “You’re not leaving the gallery.”
“Yes, I am.” She should not look. She absolutely would not look. But she’d recognized his move when he’s shifted his weight…yes. A very impressive bulge filled out the sheriff’s worn jeans.
She swallowed, her ears ringing. Her thighs suddenly ached to part.
His eyebrows rose. “Juliet?”
Guilt flashed through her even as her eyes shot up. “Yes?”
His smile was devastating. “Would you like to finally discuss it?”
“Your erection?” The words slipped out before she could think. Oh God. She slapped a hand over her mouth.
He laughed, the sound male and free. “Here in the backcountry, ma’am, we prefer the term hard-on. But, yes, let’s discuss the fact that I’m permanently erect around you. Tell me you’re finally ready to do something about it.”
Her heart bashed into her rib cage. “Like what?” she choked.
“Well now”—he tucked his thumbs in his pockets, his gaze caressing up her legs to her rapidly sharpening nipples—“I’ve never taken a woman on a ladder before, but the thought does have some possibilities. How flexible are you, darlin’?”

I am reading this hot little nugget right now and loving every second! Right from the first page, the story whisks you away! Hot, spicy and a sheriff will make you crave ice water and a nice quiet place to sit down and escape with for awhile! Spicy summer read!
5/5 so far!


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