Happy
Book Birthday, BLACK HILLS BILLIONAIRE--Black Hills Rendezvous, Book 2!
I
can’t believe it’s been three years since the second book in my Black Hills
Rendezvous series came out. Shane and Jenna were two of the most complicated protagonists
I’d ever written at that point. Their histories were difficult and entwined in
a way that made predicting a happy ending nearly impossible to envision. They
came soooo close to meeting, falling in love and living a fabulous life until
something unthinkable happened, until a dark force ruined everything.
But
when Shane’s best friend sets the game in motion in BLACK HILLS BABY (Book 1),
they’re given a second chance–if Shane can get past the guilt he carries from a
deathbed promise he made.
Here’s
one of my favorite snippets to feature: their First Kiss.
Q:
So, when is a first kiss not a kiss? A: When you’re in the Mystery Spot.
“As you can see,
this was the bedroom. We’ve removed the furniture to avoid injury, but just
imagine what a nightmare it must have been to sleep in a room that seems to be
constantly shifting from side to side. We call this the dizzy room for a
reason, so don’t be surprised if a stranger is suddenly holding on to you for
balance.”
She took a deep
breath and walked straight to the middle of the room. Almost instantly, her
equilibrium went haywire. She stepped on what looked like a level surface and
felt her foot drop a quarter of an inch. Just enough to throw her balance off.
She staggered, which prompted Shane to dash into the room.
“Watch out,” she
warned.
He weaved to the
left like a drunk after a long night at a bar. “Holy crap,” he muttered. “What
the he–?”
She grabbed his
arm and pulled him closer to the wall. He looked slightly dazed. “Wow. What is
it?”
“You’d have to ask
my dad. Unfortunately, I think the secret went to the grave with him. All I
know is it’s very effective. I’ve seen people bob and weave all the way back to
their car. I’ve done this tour so often I barely feel it unless I’m in the
middle of the room.”
He put a hand to
his forehead. “I’ve got the spinners. Like those nights in college when you
drank too much then lay down in bed and the ceiling was going around in
circles.”
College.
He looked at her
so intently she realized she must have said the word aloud.
“Sorry. Wrong
thing to say.”
She shook her
head. “It was a long time ago. Shall we finish the tour? There’s an exit
through the back, but since I have to lock up, I think we should go out the way
we came in.”
His usual serious
look was back on his face. He nodded and pushed off from the wall to lead the
way. He only made it a few steps before listing sideways, like the Titanic
after meeting the iceberg. She tried to keep him upright, but his momentum was
too great. They both staggered a few steps then crashed into the wall. The wall
with the drawing of a four-poster with a patchwork quilt on it, and they landed
smack dab in the middle of the one-dimensional mattress.
“This was your
plan all along, right?” Shane asked, wrapping his arms around her to keep
steady. “To get me in bed?”
She laughed to
keep her panic at bay, but to her surprise she didn’t feel the usual fear that
came when someone got too close, too fast. In fact, she liked the feeling of
being in his arms. Warm. Secure. Protected.
“I’ve seen the
same thing happen to other people. Perfect strangers. Dad used to say it was
all about a person’s polarity-–positive and negative.”
His eyes were such
a deep, yummy brown. Like chocolate syrup. “Does that mean one of us is a
magnet and the other iron filings?”
She knew which
she’d be. “Maybe we’re both iron filings being drawn to the giant magnet in the
wall.”
He arched his neck
to look over his shoulder, his skepticism clearly back in place. Laughing, she
put her hands flat against his chest and pushed back. She waited for her
balance to return, the way it usually did, but if anything, she was even
loopier. Her hands wouldn’t leave his shirt. Her breath was shallow and shaky.
Because she knew he was going to kiss her.
Kiss. His mouth
touching her mouth. No. She didn’t kiss. Or touch. Or… But no words of protest
made it out before his lips touched hers.
Available
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Or,
read the series in Book I of the Black Hills Rendezvous anthology: BUY.
Happy
reading,
Deb
Thanks for sharing, Amy!
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