Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Party Crasher Virtual Tour

Party Crasher
April Angel

Book Description:

She crashed his party and became his prize…

According to one annoying Drex Callum, Chris is a “nosy reporter.” And maybe she is. She’s heard of the super secretive event known as the Seduction Party, and she won’t be content until she finds a way in. The last thing she expects to find is that Drex is the host. She’ll never get an invitation from her nemesis—unless she finds a way to get one herself. And breaking into his house is nothing if it means getting the scoop. But what she gets instead is an eye-full of the man himself, half-naked and more than she’d ever dreamed he could be in all her teenage fantasies.

Drex has been fantasizing about Chris forever, and now that she’s a grown woman, he still has a hard time treating her like one. So when she shows up at the Seduction Party—on the auction chair!—he’s got no other choice but to teach that nosey woman a lesson. He never dreamed sex could be like this, with Chris in his room, tied to a bed, asking him for stuff that blows his mind…

But when things turn ugly, it becomes clear that someone wants the nosey reporter dead. And Drex will have his hands full trying to keep his prize safe… 

Excerpt 3 Party Crasher
A painful crick in her shoulder made her wince and rub the back of her neck. What time was it? She lifted her tired eyes to the clock on the wall.
Her cell phone beeped next to her. A message. It was one of her research assistants at the newspaper.
Wanted to let you know I got some shots from a person who managed to smuggle a camera into the Seduction Party. Are you interested?
She wasn’t going to show photos of anyone in her article. She replied in a panic, fumbling over the tiny keys.
No! Lord, no.
She typed her response and hit the send button.
A response came back right away.
Are you sure? I thought you wanted photos if we could get some.
She bit her lip and worked her stiff fingers over the phone keys.
Yes, I’m sure and, no, I don’t want any! No shots. I got my own angle for this. We’ll talk tomorrow.
She took a breath and sighed. Thank God her research assistants were so reliable.
It was almost midnight, and she hadn’t had anything to eat. She saved her story on a flash drive and took it with her when she headed toward the kitchen.
She thought of her earlier conversation with Lacey. Apparently, the blonde had found herself a man. All Chris had been able to get out of her was that she’d had a fantastic time and that she’d done exactly what she’d set out to do, enjoy herself and prove she was not boring.
She placed the flash drive in a drawer and opened her refrigerator door. The sad contents made her pout. Damn, she was really hungry. With a sigh she reverted to her usual snack, cheddar cheese and a bag of crackers. Not nearly enough for the hunger pangs she was suffering. A Chinese menu on the freezer door caught her attention, and 24-hour delivery in bold print made her smile. Jackpot.
She took a shower while she waited for her food to arrive. The hot water dissipated the aches her body had suffered from the long hours on her computer and the incredible night in Drex’s arms.
She got out of the shower and her cell phone rang. In a mad dash, she ran for her cell, struggling to wrap a towel around herself and not slip on the wet floor. By the time she answered the call, she was panting. Why was she going all crazy to get to her phone? Because she hoped it was Drex calling. A quick look and she knew the caller was only her brother.
She put the device on speaker and dried her body. “Hello?”
“What are you still doing up, brat?”
She rolled her eyes at the pet name and put on her cotton short set pajamas and a robe. “None of your business.”
“I see you’re still acting your shoe size.”
Flashing her tongue at the phone in a childish gesture, she giggled when she realized how silly she was acting. Cole gave a tired sigh over the line.
“What are you all huffing and puffing about?”
“I understand you showed up at the party last night. You might have seen stuff you weren’t prepared to see. I feel compelled to explain—”
“Cole, I was there for my article, and I ended up spending the night with Drex.”
“Drex?” Uh-oh. The roar on the other end of the line should’ve told her to end the conversation quickly. “What do you mean you spent the night with Drex?”
“Nothing, nothing. He actually helped me when I found myself in a binding situation. I stayed in his room.”
“What the hell did you do in his room? Did he touch you?”
Oh, for the love of life! The things he’d done were much too amazing to describe as mere touching. But it’d be a frozen day in hell before she told Cole that. “Nothing. I swear he only did what I asked him to do.” She grinned. Yeah, and she’d asked for quite a lot.
The doorbell had her sprinting toward the living room with her phone in her ear.
“What?” He growled.
“God damn it! Stop yelling in my ear. I’m a grown woman and can do as I please. And where the hell is my wallet?”
The doorbell sounded again, adding to her frustration.
She dumped all the contents of her bag on the table. There it was, slippery little sucker. “Like I was saying, I’m a grown woman—”
She pulled the door open expecting to see the food delivery person. Not checking the peephole would turn out to be a big mistake. A man dressed in black, wearing a ski mask hit and shoved her at the same time. A loud scream tore from her throat as his big, beefy fist made a beeline for her face.

About the Author:
Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.

She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.

A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Dianne Duvall among others.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for commenting!