Saturday, September 20, 2014

Release Day Blitz!! Beautifully Used by Susan Griscom


Contemporary Romance 18+ due to adult situations 

A Beaumont Brothers Series stand-alone book 2 

Suave, handsome Brodie Beaumont has a history of using and being used by women. A past he doesn’t like to talk about has turned him into the type of guy he is today, but he hasn’t really cared. Until the beautiful and feisty Gabrielle Demeres comes back into his life. 

Gabrielle learned the hard way what type of guy Brodie was the first time she met him. His crude seduction attempt earned him a slap to his face, and Gabrielle wasn’t exactly looking forward to another encounter with the cad. Unfortunately, her best friend was marrying Brodie’s brother, and Gabrielle and Brodie would be forced to spend time together whether she liked it or not. 

As things in the small, quiet town of Turtle Lake take a decidedly dark and dangerous turn, Gabrielle and Brodie only have each other to turn to. Will they be capable of overcoming their aversion to one another while coping with their own troubled pasts and dealing with the current dangers surrounding them? Or is their hostility just skating the fine line between love and hate?



Excerpt:

Gabrielle harbored an image of me in that pretty mind of hers that I hated. Like I was some philanderer out looking for the next great lay. I suppose I deserved the rep, but I didn’t like it, or want it. Not anymore.
Especially not from her.
I’ll admit, I’ve used women, but not any more than they’ve used me. I’d figured it was more of a service to them than anything else, and they never seemed to mind. I always made sure they knew exactly where they stood with me before I ever even kissed them. Sounds a bit shallow I know, but it’s the truth. Yes, I have issues, things I don’t like to think about, let alone talk about. Nasty, unpleasant events that drove me to do the things I’ve done, and act the way I have over the past few years. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to have a conversation about all of that just yet, but I was willing to divulge a little, just to show good faith. Maybe sharing a bit about that time in my life would help her open up to me about hers. I needed to know why she seemed to be so frightened of men. I also wondered if maybe her past played a part in what happened in the woods with Jeff. Made worse by the fact that the bastard didn’t know how to respect the rejection.
I decided to be as direct as possible. “If I answer your question, will you tell me why you can’t handle being touched?” From the shocked look on her face, maybe that was too direct. I don’t think I’d ever seen her eyes grow so large. My candor had her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink, and I instantly regretted my fucking insensitivity. “Sorry,” I quickly added. “That was rude and you didn’t deserve it.”
She surprised me with, “No. It’s an honest question, and … you of all people probably deserve an answer, considering … everything.” By “everything,” I assumed she meant the attack as well as the slap she’d given me last year, but I wasn’t sure, so I stayed silent and let her continue.
She scraped one of her chopsticks against the outside of one of the rolls, removing some of the little black seeds that they’d stuck on there for some unknown reason. “I don’t dislike being touched. When I slapped you, well, you took me by surprise. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” Raising an eyebrow at that, I popped another sushi roll into my mouth, chewing while I let her continue, curious now. The thought that Gabrielle Demeres may have actually liked that kiss fleetingly floated through my mind. I didn’t want to press my luck on that one.
“I wasn’t prepared for your roaming hands. We’d just met … like two hours earlier. I wasn’t going to jump into bed with you that quickly. You had no right to do that.”

That quickly? My mind raced with sudden lust and I had to calm myself with a stern warning to take things slowly. I was beginning to believe that maybe she had liked the kiss after all. “You’re right. I’m sorry about that.”
I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, spending most of my time daydreaming or playing around in the mud. I grew out of the mud play, well, most of the time, a good soak in the mud is always fun. I still daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course. I'm pretty sure it was the acting.

I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and edgy.

My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot as does an steamy contemporary romantic suspense.

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