Today's tour stop features Blind Date Bride by Arlene Hittle, it includes a great excerpt as well info about the book and author. Thank you for stopping and happy reading.
About Blind Date Bride
Nearly a decade ago, accountant Kari Parker shed 220 pounds of dead weight — her hulking, abusive college boyfriend. The last thing she wants in her life is another man — especially one as tall as a Windy City high rise. Yet when her best friend enters her in Romance TV’s “Get a Love Life” contest, another man is exactly what she gets. As much as she'd love to just say no, she can't turn down the prize money that will allow her to help her parents save the restaurant they've run all her life. Sparks fly between Kari and her bogus groom, and as she and Damien share close quarters, intimate meals and — gulp — his bed, Kari doesn’t stand a chance of resisting his considerable charms. Even worse? She might not want to. But building a real future out of their sham marriage will be tougher than baking a wedding cake from scratch … with no flour … in a broken oven.
“Will you, Kari Amber Parker, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” For a moment, Kari couldn’t reply. She couldn’t breathe, let alone form the response that would bind her to this giant of a man for life — or at least for now. Then she remembered everything that would happen if she didn’t go through with it: even more public humiliation, a massive bill for the wedding and reception, and her parents losing the restaurant they’d been running since before she was born. She took a deep breath and whispered the words, “I will.” “And will you, Damien Kyle Walker, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I will.” His voice didn’t have even the slightest waver. It rang out as calm and sure as it would be while ordering his favorite meal, whatever that might be. He sounded like he actually meant his vow — for the rest of their lives, not just for the next few months. It would be nice to have so much confidence, she thought. She was never that sure of herself, unless it was in her work. That was the great thing about accounting; there was only one correct answer. You simply tallied up the numbers, and as long as you didn’t enter any of them wrong, you always came up with the right answer. “It’s time to exchange rings,” the minister intoned. A few seconds later, a band of gold joined the network-provided diamond solitaire engagement ring on her left ring finger, proclaiming her status as Mrs. Damien Walker to the world. She had just a second to stare at the gaudy jewelry, wondering how she’d manage to live with this stranger, before the minister announced, “You may now kiss the bride.” Dutifully, Kari turned her face upward and pursed her lips. **** Damien looked down at his bride, who obviously expected a peck on the lips, and the devil in him prodded him to make their first kiss much more than that. First, he put his hands on his lovely new bride’s waist and pulled her against him. Then he lowered his lips to hers. Instantly, heat flared between them. His fingers tightened their grip on her hips, and his tongue pushed past her lips, demanding entrance into the moist heat of her mouth. When her lips opened on a soft moan, his tongue swept inside. Then he was lost. Waves of desire washed over him and his hands dropped to her bottom, settling her even more firmly against him. His tongue thrust deeper into her mouth, imitating the sex act he suddenly wanted to be engaged in. Damien had no idea how long they stood there, bodies melded together and mouths locked in a kiss, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Slow down, buddy,” Cody advised quietly, “before you eat the poor girl alive.” He released his hold on Kari. What the hell had gotten into him? How long had it been since he’d found himself overpowered by desire in the blink of two beautiful brown eyes? Actually, he couldn’t ever remember it happening before. He didn’t kiss women he’d barely met as if he’d known them — in the biblical sense — for years. He was lucky she hadn’t slapped him silly. Because that was exactly how he’d kissed Kari, as if they both knew they were destined to do the mattress mambo as soon as possible. And that was patently ridiculous, even if she was his wife. He wasn’t the kind of guy who jumped into bed with the first warm, willing woman who crossed his path. Not anymore, anyway.
About the Author
Arlene Hittle is a Midwestern transplant who now makes her home in northern Arizona. She suffers from the well-documented Hittle family curse of being a Cubs fan but will root for the Diamondbacks until they run up against the Cubs. Longtime friends are amazed she writes books with sports in them, since she's about as coordinated as a newborn giraffe and used to say marching band required more exertion than golf.