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Welcome to My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop!  I am glad you have stopped by!  Thank you to Harper A. Brooks and TF Walsh for having me!

Lately I’ve had a problem.  My heart is torn in two.  For the past year my heart has been wholly devoted to my alpha hero from my Black Irish series, Sloan O’Riley.  Black hair, blue eyes, the body of a Greek god, my Irish millionaire has a bit of a dark past.  When he meets naïve children’s author Abbey Wright, he’ll do anything to keep her in New York City with him including lie by telling her he is gay.

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Abbey’s heart thundered in her chest. She was alone with Sloan. He betrayed her. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was time for answers. Her stomach twisted at the thought of asking for them.

“I’m glad you’re here. I was running out of gift ideas,” Sloan crooned. “Does this visit mean you’ve accepted my offer?”

“I have some questions first.”

“Of course.” He motioned her forward.

She timidly stepped into the living area. Compared to the opulence of the space and its owner, she in her waitress uniform was certainly the thing that didn’t belong.

Taking a deep breath, she asked quietly, “Why did you lie to me?”

Sloan paused. “I couldn’t have you leave.”

“Why not?”

He didn’t answer.

“You said it wasn’t the money or the visa. Then why? Why couldn’t you let me leave?”

Sloan slowly crossed over to her. He gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips. “I needed to know if there could be something between us,” he answered softly.

Oh wow! Her knees turned to jelly. “And do you think there could be something between us?”

His mouth turned up in a sexy smile as he gazed into her warm, hazel eyes. “I’d like to think there could be.”

Oh, double wow. Abbey’s heart picked up its rapid pace. “Sloan, I’ve been wondering. Did you ever get to a lawyer? I mean, I didn’t. I didn’t have the money. Are we still…”

She felt his breath on her face as he leaned closer to her. “Married? Aye. We’re still married. I did not get an annulment.”

“You’re still my…” Her voice failed her again.

“Husband. Aye, luv, I am.”

“And I’m still your…”

“My beautiful, wee wife.”

We’ve had the perfect relationship – he antagonizes me, I get angry with him, he reminds me with that oh-so-sexy brogue who is really in charge (in full detail!) and then I write. 

Handsome shirtless young man with boxer's gloves

But then…he stepped into my life.  MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate.  Granted we had met before in the first book of my Hard Drive series, Breaking the Cycle.  He intrigued me then.  But now as I wrap up his book, Breaking the Silence (Hard Drive Series #2), I have fallen head over heals in love.  Cocky, confident, love ’em and leave ’em attitude just dying to be tamed.  I am totally smitten.  Please don’t tell Sloan.

The sun was low in the horizon when they finally stood to leave.  Avery beat him to the blanket, folding it neatly and tucking it in her arm before Rico could get a hand on it.  He picked up the basket then hand in hand they walked back to the Jeep.

They sat outside Avery’s house for several moments before Rico walked her to the door.  You will pick me up in the morning? she asked.

Of course I will.  I will do anything to spend time with you.

She blushed.  Rico grinned.  He’d do just about anything to tinge her cheeks pink like that.  What are you doing this week? he continued.

Studying.  I have some big tests coming this week.  What about you?

Working then the gym.  Like normal.  Want me to help you study?

She laughed.  You know as well as I do, Rico, if you try to help we will not be studying.

He chuckled with her.  True.  But I will be on my best behavior.  Just as long as you are on yours.

Avery gasped indignant as she slapped him on the arm.  I am always on my best behavior.

Really?  So you are saying I am the bad influence?

She giggled.  Yes.  I am.

It is good to know we are on the same page.

Avery giggled again.  Rico studied her face.  Lord, she was beautiful.  Her features were normally so cool and collected.  She used to be a Marine.  Not much fazed this woman.  It was one of the things he loved about this woman.

But right now her eyes held a wicked glimmer.  She slowly reached across his seat.  Her fingers weaved themselves in his hair.  The sensation alone sent his heart racing.  She pulled her to him and parted his lips with hers.  It didn’t take long before her tongue tangled with his.  Instinctively he pulled her tight against him.

Feeling her curves mold against his body, the taste of her on his lips set him on fire.  The old Rico, the one who couldn’t remember the names of half the women he slept with, started to creep to the surface.  He could take her back to his place.  One night with her would be incredible.

He looked into her eyes as the kiss broke.  She was perfect.  He couldn’t ruin what they had.  He didn’t want her for one night.  He wanted her forever.  He wanted to promise eternity to her.  He wanted to raise a family with her.  He couldn’t risk everything on one night.

He nuzzled his nose against hers and brushed another kiss against her lips.  He didn’t think before he talked.  The words just tumbled out.  “I love you.”

An amused smile graced her lips as she signed.  I love you too.  I guess I better go in.

I guess so.

He grabbed the picnic basket out of the back seat.  He wrapped his arm around her and tucked her close to him as he walked her to the house.  He could see Lindsay glaring at him through the window.  Rico didn’t care.  As they reached the front door he pulled Avery to him for one last, soft kiss.  She sighed as she took the basket from him and looped her arm through the handles.  See you in the morning?

Cannot wait.

Rico waved to Lindsay as he held the door open for Avery to pass through.  A grin spread across his face as he jogged down the steps.  The whistling started again.

Now that I have introduced you to my TWO book boyfriends (does that make me a book slut?), I would like to let you get to know them a little more intimately.  So, leave a comment below and I will award four commenters their choice of e-book in their choice of format.  You can choose of one of Sloan’s books – Black Irish, Heartland or the Troubles – or Rico’s current published book, Breaking the Cycle.  Which of my book boyfriends would you like to spend the night with?

Don’t forget to get your name in the Rafflecopter drawing for the grand prize! 

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About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

Posted on May 11, 2014, in author, books, fiction, novel, romance, story, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.

  1. Oh that’s a hard pick… I can see why you can’t select between the two. I always find myself falling head over heels for my alphas too… Really enjoyed reading your excerpts:) And thanks for joining our blog hop.

  2. I would choose ‘MMA Bad Boy Rico Choate’. Who can resist bad boys? Moreover, I too have his love me or leave me attitude.

  3. I have read all 3 Black Irish books. Waiting anxiously for #4. Would definately choose Sloan O’Riley to be with! He does it for me!

  4. What a dilemma, having to choose between two sexy men. But wait, that’s the greatest thing about book boyfriends, you know. We can have all we want! Go for it, girl.

  5. ooh, two great guys, I can see why you’re torn!

  6. I’d have to go for the Irish millionaire.

  7. Ooh. Tough choice! I think Sloane, though . . .

  8. I think Rico……he sounds like my type of man! Thanks for the giveaway!

  9. Harper A. Brooks

    Now I’m even more happy I have Black Irish on my nook! Sloan…woah!

    Thanks for hopping with us, Tricia!

    ~H.A.B.

  10. Hi there Tricia! You know me, I`d have to pick the athletic one. 😉

  11. Oh my, oh my, oh my! I’m a sucker for an accent too. Fantastic excerpts. I’m thoroughly teased! It’s hard to choose just one, but Sloan gets my vote.

  12. any of them

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  13. I would have to choose Sloan O’Riley.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

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