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by Alexandrea
Weis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: World Castle
Publishing
Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: Laura Hildalgo
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Book Description:
A
man driven by his desires
Tyler Moore is considered cold,
ruthless, and determined to get everything he wants. CEO of a flourishing oil
company, he thrives on order and never gives up control to anyone.
The
woman from his past
Monique Delome has left her
unhappy past behind to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. Love is something
she believes is better suited to the pages of her novels and not meant for real
life.
Whether in the boardroom or the
bedroom, Tyler Moore is always in charge. But when Monique Delome walks back
into his life, everything changes. A successful romance author, all the sexy
leading men Monique writes about strangely remind everyone of Tyler. Intrigued,
Tyler sets out to seduce the one woman he could never forget. Soon Tyler gets
more than he bargained for, and his grip on his well-ordered life is turned
upside down.
Tyler Moore is about to find out
what happens when a romantic tale jumps from the pages and comes to life
between the sheets.
“If I can be of any further assistance,
Mr. Moore,” a peppy blonde with too much black eyeliner said to the man in the
impeccably tailored, dark blue Hugo Boss suit. “Please, let me know. I have
your suite key.” She pushed the white key-card over the surface of the front
desk. “Your usual order of Veuve Clicquot and strawberries will be waiting in
your room,” she added with a welcoming smile.
The self-assured gentleman removed his
dark Porsche sunglasses and let his deep-set dark brown eyes linger over the
young woman’s attractive face. “Afraid I won’t be needing that this time,
Missy,” he murmured, getting a glimpse at her nametag.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Moore. I was informed
you are always to have a bottle of Veuve Clicquot waiting in your room whenever
you stay with us.”
Wandering over Missy’s stout figure, his
eyes fixated on the way her blue blazer clung to her ample bosom. “I usually do
when I’m staying here for a relaxing weekend. This time, however, is all
business.” He placed his sunglasses in his jacket pocket.
Missy leaned forward, revealing her
cleavage as her blue eyes meandered up and down his body. “I am very sorry to
hear that, Mr. Moore.”
The flirtatious pout that puckered her red
lips made Tyler Moore wipe his hand across his chin, attempting to hide his
cocky grin. At six-foot-one, with black, wavy hair outlining his chiseled
cheekbones and determined, square jaw, he was used to getting such suggestive
looks from the opposite sex. But he knew that looks could only get you so far
with a woman.
“How sorry are you?”
Missy’s eyes popped with interest. “I…I’m
not sure what you mean, Mr. Moore.”
“How sorry are you that I won’t be having
any fun this weekend, Missy?”
She fingered the lapel on her blue blazer
adjacent to her right breast. “I would hate to think your stay here would only
be about business, Mr. Moore. If there was anything I could do to change
that….”
He felt a kick of satisfaction as he gazed
into her hopeful eyes. “Perhaps you might come up with a few suggestions of
other ways I could spend my weekend in your wonderful hotel? We could go over
them later…at the bar, after you get off work.”
The pale blush blossoming on her cheeks
was so becoming that Tyler almost began to believe their playful repartee had
been worth the effort.
“I’ll think about it, Mr. Moore.”
“You do that, Missy. When you have an
answer, you know where to find me.” He motioned to his overnight bag and black
suitcase by the desk. “Be a sweetheart, and have the porter take my bags to my
room. I have to meet a client in the bar before I go up to my suite.”
The flush on Missy’s cheeks was positively
radiant. “Yes, Mr. Moore. Right away.”
Tyler turned from the polished reception
desk, unable to hide his smug grin. No matter where he went, the lust in a
woman’s eyes never got old. The entire episode with the desk clerk had only
reinforced his belief that it was his confidence, and not his looks, that
always got a woman to give him what he wanted. He had learned long ago that his
handsome face could only take him so far in life, and had made a concerted
effort to take control of any situation. It was a philosophy he had
incorporated into every arena of his life.
“I’ll have to check back in with sweet
little Missy. See how she looks without the blazer.” He strutted across the
lobby toward the arched entrance of the Rattlesnake
Bar.
A warm glow
of honey, onyx, and a contemporary Western-theme greeted him as he stepped into
the cool bar. Perched on the brown leather barstools, an array of women sipped
on a myriad of colorful alcoholic concoctions while trying to chase away the
sweltering afternoon heat. Tyler noted how more than one set of eyes turned his
way as he strolled up to the bar. He checked his confidence at the door and
pushed all thoughts of possible late night hookups from his mind.
His flourishing oil and gas business was
always more important than women. Besides, women were nothing more than a
distraction at this point in his life. Having just passed the milestone of his
fiftieth birthday, Tyler pondered that perhaps it was time for him to stop
pursuing such meaningless liaisons and settle down with a tolerable woman who
could cater to all of his needs.
“Two divorces is plenty,” he reasoned as
he arrived at the onyx marble and teak-topped bar. Lightly stroking the smooth
surface of the marble, he remembered many of the encounters he had experienced
in that very bar. Snapshots of blurred faces and forgettable names skipped
across his mind. Some of the women had been exciting, a few horrific, but none
had been…memorable.
You know who was memorable, don’t you, Ty?
his inner voice
taunted. She was the one you let slip
through your fingers.
Tyler snickered at his
self-remonstrations. He hated to admit his inner demon was right, but it was.
She had happened so long ago, but he found it funny how advancing age only
seemed to make the memories of youth more poignant. It was as if growing older
brought into focus the emotions that the impetuosity of youth seemed to blur.
About
the Author:
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced
practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Her first
novel, To My Senses, introduced readers to the world of Nicci Beauvoir and
garnered numerous awards and rave reviews.
Her popular second Nicci Beauvoir
novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for best romantic suspense from The
Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, and was named best Romantic Suspense novel
by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book Awards.
Her fourth novel, Broken Wings,
won best Contemporary Romance by the NABE Pinnacle Book Awards in 2012, was a
Silver Medal winner in the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Awards for
Romance, as well as a finalist in the USA Book Awards for Romance in 2012, and
a finalist in the Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary Romance for
2012.
Diary of a One-Night Stand, was
released in August 2012 and was named a Paranormal Romance Guild’s Best
Reviewed of 2012. Her last novel, Acadian Waltz was a Readers’ Favorite Book
Awards honorable mention winner for Best Contemporary Romance, and finalist in
Best Southern Fiction.
A permitted wildlife rehabber
with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured
wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/alexandreaweis
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