Kristen Proby's BLUSH FOR ME Review & Excerpt Tour Is Stopping By Today!
About BLUSH FOR ME:
As the take-charge wine bar manager of Seduction, Portland's hottest new restaurant, Katrina Meyers is the definition of no-nonsense, and she isn't afraid of anything. Well, almost anything: she hates to fly. When she's forced to travel on a death trap with wings, the turbulence from hell has her reaching for any safe haven—including the incredibly handsome guy sitting next to her.
Ryan "Mac" MacKenzie hasn't been able to get his sexy seatmate out of his head. The way she clung to him stirred something inside him he didn't think existed: tenderness. As the owner of a successful wine touring company, Mac thinks he's got a handle on what life can throw at him and he's not prepared for any surprises, especially in the feelings department. And when he brings a tour into Seduction, he sees the petite spitfire he just can't forget.
Mac is determined to discover what else they have in common besides fine wine and the inability to keep their hands off each other. But what will it take for two stubborn people to realize that what they have is so much more than a hot chemistry between the sheets and to admit to falling in love…?
Time flies when you’re having fun. It’s an old cliché, but I never realized just how true it is until this week. It’s flown by, touring vineyards and sitting in on classes during the day, and going to bed with Mac every night.
The man can fuck like nobody’s business, bless him.
But now it’s our last day together. I’m not silly enough to think that we’ve fallen in love this week. I won’t pine for him after we leave here like a lovesick teenager.
But I will remember him fondly, and the amazing week we spent together in wine country. I guess it is rather romantic, even though a sexcation is anything but romantic.
“We’re here,” Mac whispers in my ear as the bus pulls up to our final vineyard for the week.
“Where were you just now?” he asks and drags his hand up and down my thigh. He makes me want to purr. The things this man can do with his hands should come with a warning label.
“I’m right here,” I reply.
“No, you were somewhere far away,” he murmurs.
“Just thinking about all the things I have to do when I get home,” I lie easily with a smile as we all file off the bus.
I’m not drinking much today. I’ve been beyond tipsy every day by the time we made our way back to the hotel, and while it’s been fun, I’m feeling the effects of too much alcohol.
I may not be over the crazy sex with Mac, but I’m quite over the wine, and that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say in my life.
“You’re far away again,” Mac says, smiling down at me and holding a wine glass out for me to take.
“Sorry.” I shrug. “It’s been an eventful week.”
His green eyes flare in lust. “Indeed it has.”