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text 2017-04-19 07:05
Release Blast - The Right Fit
  
 
Maxine and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can 
lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.
 
 
THE RIGHT FIT
Daphne Dubois
Released April 12th, 2017
The Wild Rose Press
 

 

When Maxine Nicholls discovers her fiancé is cheating, she turns to fast food and nighttime soap operas, but her sister has a plan—unbridled rebound sex with a stranger.
 
As one of Toronto's hottest players, Antony Laurent tallies scores on and off the ice, but when the chiseled defense man hits a slump, rumors of a trade to the minor league send him to ambush a managers meeting at a posh club.
 
That night a chance encounter ends up as an unforgettable evening of passion. But Maxine and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.
 
 
 
 
 
 

She dropped her gaze and stared at his hands. God, they are big hands. Big hands, big… “Do you want a coffee?” she blurted out.

 

A coffee? Non.”

 

Or maybe you need the washroom?” She pointed down the short hallway that lead to her bedroom.

 

He looked down the hallway, then back to Maxine. “You want me to use washroom?” he asked seriously.

 

No.” She backed up a few steps until she reached the kitchen counter. The heat under her dress was now slick and uncomfortable. She glanced down and saw a mint leaf sticking out of her cleavage. Classy lady.

 

The romance cover model ran a hand through his hair again, making his biceps strain under the t-shirt sleeve. Maxine suspected he’d practiced that move in the mirror a few times. “Then what do you want?” he asked.

 

A burst of nervous laughter escaped, but then her smile faded. “No one has asked me that in a very long time,” she said. Slipping off his jacket, she laid it on the counter, letting her finger trace the stitching along the zipper, trying to build up her courage. “Why did you follow me into the cab?”

 

Because no one has ever run away from me before.”

 

Rolling her eyes, Maxine looked up and saw that he was smirking. “Rejection is a new thing for you, I’m guessing.”

 

Is that what you call inviting me here?” He tossed the ball cap and it landed perfectly on the dining table. The floorboard creaked as he took a step closer to her. There was a spark of anticipation in his eyes.

 

Hold on, cowboy,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. My God! His muscles are rock hard under his shirt. Who the hell is this guy? She cleared her throat. “What makes you think you can kiss me again?”

 

He was still as stone under her touch, but Maxine could feel herself falling into his stare. “You kissed me,” he said, his voice ridiculously smooth. “There is a difference, I promise.”

 

It wasn’t only the French accent, but the confidence in his voice that made her knees almost unhinge. Her hand was flat on his chest; his racing heart was keeping time with hers. “That sounds like a proposition,” she said.

 

It can only be decided one way.” Then he repeated his earlier question. “What do you want?”

 

He was so close she could see the faint brown and black colors of his stubble. There was a cleft in his chin. What do you want? An image of the long white box hidden in the closet was ignored; all Maxine wanted at that moment was to mold herself into his arms and forget about the last four years. “Kiss me,” she said.

 

His fingers grazed her cheek, tucking a wave of hair behind her ear. “Un moment,” he said. “A man should be prepared.” He peeled the last mint leaf off her chest then placed it in his mouth.

 

Maxine giggled through a surprised expression, which faded into a sigh.

 

Then, with deliberate care, he brought his lips down to hers, perfectly fitting their mouths together. He gently moved his chin starting a slow pace, controlled but with a sense of held back urgency.

 

This was nothing like the hastily stolen kiss at the club.

 

The cautious seduction was almost too much for Maxine. She wanted to taste him fully, kiss him back hard—tackle this moment like Alexis Colby.

 

 
Daphne Dubois writes contemporary romance and believes the right book at the right time can make all the difference. When she's not putting her characters in compromising positions (ahem), she works as a registered nurse. A member of the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia, she lives in Eastern Canada, the most romantic place in the world.
 
 
 
 
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text 2015-06-09 08:59
Q & A with Author, Laura Drewry

Q & A with Kitty & Laura Drewry

 

QUESTIONS:

 

1. What was the first book you ever fell in love with/couldn't put down?

 

ON THE BANKS OF PLUM CREEK by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I won it at a friend’s birthday party when I was 7 or 8 and I loved every page of that book and all the other books in the Little House series. There are a lot of different authors I find hard to put down now, and they range from historical romance to horror to YA.

 

2.  What was it like to live in the Canadian North?  Were you ever snowed in?

 

It was cold! LOL Oddly enough we were never snowed in, and in fact, they don’t consider it officially cold until it gets under -30 degress Celsius. That’s the magic temperature it has to hit before the schools declare it an “in day” at recess. The coldest I ever saw it was -54 Celsius and I can honestly say I’ll be quite happy to never see cold like that again! LOL

 

The people up north are amazing – friendly, welcoming and lots of fun, they never hesitated to include new folks into anything. We had a lot of Australian families on our street who’d moved there for work with the diamond mines and while I expected them to be huddled in their houses longing for the heat of back home, they spent more time outside on the snowmobiles than anyone else!

 

3.  Your books are so wonderfully done and have terrific banter.  Is some of that from your real life?

 

That’s very sweet – thank you! Sarcasm is a way of life in the Drewry household so yes, some of it filters over into the books. I’m so glad you enjoy that part of them!

 

4.  I cannot help notice you are a NY Yankees fan.  How did this happen?  Are you into Baseball in general? 

 

I’ve always loved baseball. Back in the day, I was a die-hard Montreal Expos fan but then they did the unthinkable (LOL) and traded Gary Carter to the Mets. I waffled for a lot of years after that until ’96 (I think) when I was watching a Yankees game and there was Joe Torre. He’d just suffered a horrible personal loss and he looked so sad, how could I not cheer for his team? And then I saw Jeter and there was no going back after that.

 

5.  Do you think you will ever base a character around baseball?  Do you have a favorite player?

 

Right now I’m writing a character who used to play ball, but I’d love to one day write a character who was still playing. One day. Jeter’s been my favourite player forever. Actually, the entire Core Four were favourites, but Jeter is The Man. There are other players I really like – and not all of them are Yankees! LOL – but I’d be hard pressed to single one out as my favourite now.

 

 

6.  Do you listen to music as you write?  Any chance we would ever get a playlist in on of your books?

 

Music is an absolute must when I write. Each book in the Friends First series had its own playlist and some of those songs were actually incorporated into PLAIN JAYNE because Jayne’s a huge fan of ‘80s music and movies. I don’t have the playlists listed in any of the books but I have some of the music included in the books’ Pinterest boards.

 

https://www.pinterest.com/ldrewry/

 

Thank you so much for inviting me over today!

 

Cheers!

 

Laura

 

 

 

Author Info:

 

Laura Drewry had been scribbling things for years before she decided to seriously sit down and write. After spending eight years in the Canadian north, Laura now lives back home in southwestern British Columbia with her husband, three sons, a turtle named Sheldon, and an extremely energetic German shepherd. She loves old tattered books, good movies, country music, and the New York Yankees.



Author Links:

 

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

 

 

 

 

 

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text 2015-06-09 08:45
Blog Tour Today - ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE

 

 

 

Accidentally In Love
Friends First # 3

By: Laura Drewry

Releasing June 16, 2015

Loveswept

 

 

Blurb:

 

Fans of Jill Shalvis and Susan Mallery will love Laura Drewry’s warm and humorous new Friends First romance, a sexy romp about a good cop and a bad girl playing hard to get.

 

Ellie Palmer and cops don’t mix, and getting pulled over by Officer Brett Hale—again—doesn’t help. Neither does being forced to take a safe-driving course with him. Brett’s by-the-book attitude leaves Ellie ice-cold, and his rock-hard body won’t change that. Still, the more time she spends with the guy, the more she finds herself warming up to his unexpected charms.

 

Even though Brett comes off like a boy scout, Ellie has sparked something he wants badly enough to get him to rethink his past mistakes. But when her ex shows up, Brett makes it his mission to keep Ellie safe in the here and now. His gut tells him the guy’s trouble, and Ellie must agree, because she doesn’t complain when Brett pulls her close. To keep her safe, though, he’ll have to choose between breaking her heart . . . and breaking the rules.

 

 Link to Follow Tour: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2015/03/accidentally-in-love-friends-first-3-by.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23636585-accidentally-in-love?from_search=true

Goodreads Series Link:
https://www.goodreads.com/series/143634-friends-first



Buy Links:

Amazon | B & N | iTunes | Kobo 




 

 

Author Info:

 

Laura Drewry had been scribbling things for years before she decided to seriously sit down and write. After spending eight years in the Canadian north, Laura now lives back home in southwestern British Columbia with her husband, three sons, a turtle named Sheldon, and an extremely energetic German shepherd. She loves old tattered books, good movies, country music, and the New York Yankees.



Author Links:

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

 

 

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Excerpt 1:

 

License and registration, please.”

 

Before Ellie could respond with her usual grunt and eye roll, her friend Jayne leaned way over from the passenger seat, straining against her seat belt until she was lying straight across Ellie’s lap and peering out the driver’s side window.

 

Hey, Brett—how’s it going?”

 

Hey, Jayne.” Dudley Do-Right lifted his chin at Jayne in one of those man-type greetings, then turned his attention back to Ellie as he tucked one arm of his sunglasses inside the pocket of his vest. “License and registration, please.”

 

Seriously? What for?”

 

Standing on the side of the road in his perfectly starched uniform, his hand extended, palm up, Constable Brett Hale exhaled a long, slow sigh and repeated the same sentence he’d said to her so many times since she’d moved to this small B.C. town over four years ago.

 

You were observed operating a motor vehicle at a rate of speed higher than the posted limit.”

Why couldn’t he ever just say she was speeding?

 

Gimme a break.” Ellie barked out a short, harsh laugh. “I couldn’t have been doing more than eighty-five kilometers an—”

 

Eighty-seven.”

 

Oh, pardon me,” she scoffed. “Eighty-seven. And you’re going to write me up for going seven clicks over the limit?”

 

Normally, the answer to that would be no.” Hand still out, Brett’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, but other than that, his expression remained stony as ever. “But this here’s a seventy zone.”

 

It’s what? No, it’s not!” Ellie craned her neck around, seeking out the nearest speed limit sign, which was a good couple hundred meters back, and, of course, all she could see was the back of it. Not helpful. “It’s eighty. I’m sure it’s—”

 

Of course now she wasn’t sure at all.

 

I can walk you back to look for yourself if you’d like.”

 

Told you,” Jayne muttered, making a point of digging her elbow into Ellie’s thigh as she pushed forward again to look up at Brett’s face. “Are you going to make it to ball practice tonight?”

 

What?” Ellie gaped at Jayne, who didn’t so much as blink back at her. No one had said anything to Ellie about the cop playing on the team. Not that she could have done anything about it, but a heads-up would have been nice.

 

I’ll be there. Which field did you book?”

 

The fastball diamond at six.” Her elbow jabbed deeper as she shifted a little to the right. “It’s all we could get tonight, but we’re on the slo-pitch field next week.”

 

Ow!” Ellie tried to shove Jayne off her lap, but Jayne was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, and the harder Ellie shoved, the deeper Jayne dug in.

 

I’ll be there.”

 

Great!”

 

Ellie glared at Jayne, who shot her a quick wink, then shuffled her body back to her own seat. Cocking her jaw to the side, Ellie shook her head slowly and waved her hand between Jayne and Brett.

 

Do you two need help with the batting order, or can I get on with my day now?”

 

Brett blinked down at her, clearly unamused. “License. And. Registration. Please.”

 

Shit.

 

The last time he’d spoken to her in that tone, she’d wound up in the back of his police cruiser for almost half an hour while he took his sweet time running her license through the system. While she’d steamed back there on the molded plastic seat, Dudley Do-Right sat in the front seat plunking away on his computer and completely ignoring her. For all she knew, he could have been leveling up on Candy Crush or updating his Facebook status. The only time he acknowledged her was when she told him she could tap out Morse code faster than he could type.

 

And even then, his only response was a slow turn of his head and his usual flat stare.

 

Not wanting to end up in that backseat again, where God only knew what kind of bodily fluids had been overlooked at the last cleaning, Ellie hesitated for a second before huffing out a breath.

 

Relax, Poncherello, don’t get your Kevlar all in a bunch.” Lifting her wallet from between the front seats, she waved a finger toward the glove box for Jayne to dig out the registration.

 

Surprised he doesn’t have all your info memorized,” Jayne muttered as she rummaged under and around the owner’s manual, tire pressure gauge, various maps, and Ellie’s stash of red Swedish Berries.

 

Thank you.” Brett took the papers Ellie handed him, then bobbed his head toward the back of her old Beetle. “Turn your engine off, please. I’ll be back in a minute.”

 

Take your time.” She let the sarcasm drip slowly as he ambled back to his cruiser, then she turned and called out her window: “Just remember we have ball practice in a couple hours!”

 

Stop it,” Jayne warned. “You were the one speeding, Ellie; he’s just doing his job.”

 

Give me a break—it’s not like I was all over the road or anything. They should spend less time worrying about stuff like this and more time tracking down murderers and drug dealers.”

 

Murderers?” Jayne snorted. “There hasn’t been a murder here since . . . I don’t even know. Before I was born.”

 

What about drug dealers? You can’t tell me we don’t have any of those kickin’ around this town.” Ellie shut the car off and turned the subject back to the ball team. “And what’s the deal with him joining the team? I thought we had a full roster, so what do we need him for?”

 

Because he’s Nick’s best friend, he’s a hell of a ballplayer, and it’s a beer league, Ellie, which means not everyone’s going to make every game, so why not bring him in? Besides, next to you, he’s the most competitive person I know, so maybe he can help us win a game or two.”

 

I’m not that competitive.”

 

Oh, really?” Jayne snorted. “So it wasn’t you who tried to rip the handle off the foosball table last week?”

 

Wha—?” Her sputter stopped in mid-denial, giving way to a guilty smile. “Regan cheated—she spun her player, and you’re not allowed to do that!”

 

Uh-huh. Okay.” Rolling her eyes, Jayne twisted in her seat and stared straight at Ellie. “I wish you’d give Brett a break.”

 

 

 

 

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