Thank You Red Rose Readers!

Thank you Red Rose Publishing readers! My first novel, Secret Vegas Lives, was released October 22, and I’m so happy to be a Red Rose author. My journey, from submissions to contracting, editing to publication, has been a fantastic learning experience for me!

A little bit about the book:  Mistaken for a blackmailer, socialite Valerie Kane will do anything to keep sexy Italian crime writer Antonio Daniato from publicly exposing her, and Antonio is wickedly intent on seeing how far Valerie will go to protect her reputation.

Bestselling author Antonio Daniato sets a trap to capture his blackmailers, and is surprised when well-known psychologist Valerie Kane stumbles into his arms. She swears she’s not involved, but he threatens to expose her unless she reveals her accomplice. When she bares her soul to prove her innocence, Antonio is fascinated by her honesty, but shaken by the intensity of his desire for her.

Surrendering to temptation, Valerie defies her family’s wishes and risks her reputation to let hot blooded, enigmatic Antonio into her life. But she uncovers evidence that he’s staging the blackmail scenes as research for his next book – and casting her as the blackmailer. When she confronts him, it’s his turn to convince her of his innocence.

Their outrageous sexual attraction keeps them in each other’s arms, but mutual distrust prevents them from admitting their deeper emotions. When the true blackmailer threatens to reveal Antonio’s double life, Antonio yields to his guilt and chooses to let Valerie go. But Valerie discovers his secret, and will fight for Antonio against an addiction whose hold on him may be stronger than their love.

Here’s an excerpt of Secret Vegas Lives: Antonio opened a carved wooden door that reminded him of his parents’ vineyard in Italy. He flicked on the light and saw stairs leading down to a wine cellar, but only got down the first step before he heard a scream from upstairs.

“Valerie? Everything okay?” He set his beer down and ran. Halfway up to the second floor he heard her laughter.

He followed her voice into the bedroom and looked around. Bed, side tables, dressers, closet doors open, bathroom door, and two big stuffed chairs, but no one in the room.

He heard her laugh from the closet. “Valerie?”

She walked out, giggling, wearing jeans and holding a shirt over her front to cover–he swallowed hard–her bra.

“I heard a scream.”

She was still laughing. “I’m sorry, I was startled.” She held up what looked like a tarantula and tossed it at him. “I found this in my boot.”

He caught the spider. Rubber. “Someone playing a joke on you?”

“It had to be my brother. He’s always doing things like this. I just wonder how long it’s been in there.”

He walked toward her, feeling like a spider advancing on an unsuspecting butterfly. “Since we’re up here…”

Her eyes changed from laughing to serious. He ran his hand through her long, silky hair, then up her back to the nape of her neck. “Kiss me.”

She let out a breath, leaned in to him and pressed her lips to his. One hand held her shirt over her breasts, the other fisted in his T-shirt and pulled him closer. Her tongue teased his lips, he opened for her and their tongues played.

He walked her backward, lowered her to the bed and laid half on top of her, kissing her deeply, slowly. Her tan silk bedspread was a sensual glide against his skin. He ran his fingers over her ribs; her skin felt even more enticing.

Pressing his thigh between her legs, he rubbed erotically. His tongue on hers kept the same rhythm. She was perfect under him, more passionate than he’d imagined, sweeter than anything he’d tasted.

He should stop. She wanted to ride, but on his Harley, not his hard rod. Damn. He’d promised himself he’d be a gentleman tonight, and he was damn close to seducing her.

Removing his leg, he slowed the kiss. Looking into her eyes, he saw need as hot as his own, but her hand still held the shirt across her breasts. A sure sign she didn’t want him to go further.

He sat up. “I’ll go downstairs and let you get dressed.”

“Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“Anytime.” He stood.

Her hair fanned out on the bedspread, tempting him unmercifully. This time he would walk away. Next time it would end much differently.

A portion of the proceeds of Secret Vegas Lives are donated to The Shade Tree Shelter in Las Vegas, Nevada. The shade tree is a shelter for women, children, and their pets. I think it’s a lovely idea to include a pet shelter. Many women in abusive situations won’t leave home because they don’t want to abandon their furry friends. I’m pleased that The Shade Tree has allowed me to partner with them.Thank you, again, Red Rose Publishing, especially all the readers. It’s an honor to be one of the family!

All my best,
Laura
LauraBreck.com
The Roses of Prose, Authors of Women’s Fiction and Romance