Fate has a few things in store for Daisy L'Amore and Rome Corazón--the hero and heroine of Shaking It Up--and the two of them are about to have their worlds shaken up and turned upside down. A gypsy whose predictions have all come true, tells Daisy she and her friends must find love by Valentine's Day or they will lose everything they've worked for--EVERYTHING. A crystal heart is supposed to "light the way," but Daisy is having a hard time believing...until she sees the crystal light up and shine on one man...
Unfortnately, he's not the man whose got her heart pounding and her pulse racing. So what's a girl to do when she's falling in love with the wrong man? Is there a chance that Mr. Wrong could make everything right?
Keep reading for an excerpt and a chance to win a copy of one of Erin Quinn's books.
Excerpt from Shaking It Up:
Daisy began to doubt her decision as soon as they walked out the door, but his hand held hers in a warm, firm grip and her body felt like it was on fire. The silk of her dress swished at her thighs, her heels tapped an erotic beat on the pavement and her heart pounded hard and fast in her chest. She was more than a bit tipsy, but she knew that her saying yes had little to do with the wine. In all of her twenty-seven years, she’d never felt this way before. It went deeper than the heat flaring between them. She had a connection with Rome that threw her equilibrium into a tailspin.
Rome stopped beside a motorcycle—a beast of a machine that looked neither safe nor practical. She had a mental image of her legs straddling it, skirts flapping in the wind, thighs pressed to his hips as she clung to him. The thought of it made her mouth go dry and another part of her body become embarrassingly wet.
Grinning, Rome leaned in and gave her a bone melting kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”
“My car—”
“We’ll pick it up later. You’re in the structure?” When she nodded, he said, “They have twenty-four-seven security. It’ll be fine.”
Before she could argue, before she could change her mind—if that’s really what she wanted to do—Rome strapped a helmet on her head, pulled his warm leather jacket over her shoulders, and the next thing she knew, she was pressed to his back, arms around him and hands linked over the hard, tight muscles of his abdomen. The chilly San Diego night flashed past them as he turned down the street. The vibration of the bike between her legs tantalized her already aroused senses and the feel of his hips and back pressed to her front as she held on, nearly pushed her to the edge.
By the time he pulled into his neighborhood, accelerated up the steep incline and parked in the garage of a gorgeous house perched on a cul-de-sac with a breathtaking view of the bay, she thought she might self-combust. In her entire life, no man had ever affected her this way. She felt as if he’d lit a fuse with hello and now it hissed and sparked, destined to detonate the desire inside her.
Rome set his feet to the ground, popped the kickstand down and then, without dismounting, reached behind him and swung her around so that she was pressed to his front, her legs draped over his, encircling his hips. He caught her gasp of surprise with his mouth.
Holding her with one arm, he removed the helmet and tossed it into a box with padding in the bottom that sat on the garage floor, evidently for that purpose. And then his hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers and Daisy forgot to think. His jeans felt rough on her thighs, his erection tight against the damp silk of her panties. He hadn’t cut the engine or closed the garage behind them and the vibration from the motor worked through her as the cold night air fanned her fevered skin.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said against her throat as his mouth roved over her face, her jaw, down to her collarbones. He leaned her against the tank, keeping her hips tight against his. Now his hands moved to her breasts, baring them to the night air as his hot mouth covered one nipple while his warm fingers cupped the other. She moaned and arched against him. There was no way to describe how his touch felt—honey and heat, scorchingly sweet and powerfully carnal. Every breath that caressed her skin felt intimate. Special. It didn’t make sense. This had been a textbook pickup, hadn’t it? He hadn’t even bought her dinner before they’d moved to desert.
And yet it felt like a honeymoon, filled with all the pulsing anticipation and emotion that came with the joining of two lives.
She cursed her own romantic stupidity and naivety even as she held him closer. They barely knew each other and she was not so foolish to mistake sex for love. Besides, this was not the man she should be loving. The crystal had picked William.
But the voice of reason couldn’t override her racing heart, her hot blood or the feeling of fate bearing down with gifts in its arms. Some part of her did know Rome, knew him on a fundamental and crucial level that very few people ever experienced.
Shaking It Up is part of the sexy, martini-inspired Love, Served with a Twist Valentine’s Day series by Amazon bestselling authors Erin Quinn, Calista Fox, and Mary Leo
Erin Quinn is an award winning author who writes romance for the thinking girl. Her books have been called “riveting,” “brilliantly plotted” and “beautifully written” and have won, placed or showed in the Booksellers Best, WILLA Award for Historical fiction, the Orange Rose, Readers Crown, Golden Quill, Best Books, and Award of Excellence. Go to www.erinquinnbooks.com for more information.
Two lucky readers who comment on my blog will be randomly selected to win reader’s choice of ebooks: Shaking It Up, Echoes or Whispers, by Erin Quinn. Good luck!"


3 comments:
Love, Served With A Twist Valentine's Day series is a terrific trio of stories!
Sounds great! I love the idea of fate, myself. :)
Thanks for stopping by Mary and Autumn. Happy Valentine's Day
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