The Wrong Brother for Brooke by Michele DeWinton Book Tour and Giveaway :)
The Wrong Brother For Brooke
Hot
Tide Book 3
by
Michele De Winton
Genre:
Contemporary Romantic Comedy
If
he is the wrong brother, then why does this feel so right?
When
a woman slithers into his hot tub, Kainui Keahi thanks the Kahuna
gods for providing the mermaid of his dreams. But when it becomes
clear it was his brother she was looking for, not him, he does the
honorable thing and sits on his hands while she flees. The woman is
impetuous, driven, and all kinds of wrong for him. But he can't shake
the feeling her body is meant to be his.
Brooke
doesn't have time to be embarrassed about a misplaced fondle in the
dark. She's headed for World Surfing League glory, her eyes focused
on winning the surfing competition. Until she dislocates her
shoulder.
Kainui
is assigned as her physiotherapist and Brooke struggles to accept
he'll get her skin under his hands once more. But when Kainui whisks
her away from the competition and shows her a different side of
Indonesia, their doctor/patient relationship is in danger of becoming
something deeper, and hotter.
Perhaps
Brooke got the right brother after all...
Making Over Maya
Hot
Tide Book 2
This
Cinderella isn't supposed to end up with the Wolfe.
Maya
Taylor is all sass and style when it comes to closing a PR deal, but
when it comes to men, she has about as much witty banter as a
drowning grommet. So when fashion mogul, Dominic Wolfe, enters her
life, he seems to be bringing the perfect deal.
She’ll
teach him all there is to know about the highly competitive side of
surf sponsorship. And in return, Dominic will turn the beautiful
surf-klutz into a man-magnet. Dream deal, right?
Only
the lessons start getting hotter than the beach mid-summer and
Dominic realizes he wants more. Much more. But the deal was their
relationship wouldn’t cross the line between business and pleasure…
Another Shot With Summer
Hot
Tide Book 1
He
broke her heart like a cheap surfboard…can he win her back?
After
an accident stole his surfing career, Ashton Evans has a chance to
reinvent his life by photographing the leaders of the World Surfing
League. The problem? Summer Roberts is his first client. Now the
woman he can’t forget is spending long, hot Indonesian days in
front of his lens. In a bikini. And worse, she’s steaming up his
nights.
But
no matter how tempting Summer is, Ashton must keep his hands to
himself. For the sake of her career, Summer is pretending she’s
still in a relationship with someone else. Being seen with Ashton
could blow her chance at making it onto the World Surfing League
leader board for good. But with their attraction as unstoppable as
one of the giant ocean waves that rule their lives, will they be
tumbled under by it? Or will Ashton finally get his second shot with
Summer?
Get
ready for a wet, hot ride.
The
photographer had suggested using the very end of Grumari Beach for
their shoot, and now Summer could see why. Part of an environmental
reserve about fifteen miles from the main sand bar and shops, it had
a deserted island feel, although nowhere in Brazil could strictly be
called deserted. She headed over to where a man moved around a stack
of camera equipment, his back to her. "I
thought about doing something more urban. You know, with the backdrop
of Rio to spice up the image, but it seemed wrong. If the client
really wants sun-kissed, this is about as sun-kissed as it gets.” Summer
froze. That voice. And then the photographer stood from where he’d
been partially hidden behind his gear. The full impact of Maya’s
text sunk in. “You!”
Summer’s heart swelled to twice its usual size, and she felt the
blood beating all the way up to her ears. Ashton. The
man whose picture she’d kept under her pillow as a teenager, and
the man who had haunted her loneliest moments as a young woman. The
bastard. “Oh.
She said she’d squared it away with you. She pulled a fast one on
both of us, huh?” “Don’t
worry. The cab can’t have got far. I’ll just call him back.” Ashton
caught her arm as she swiveled to leave, and she tried to pull free
as if he’d stung her. Her reaction to his touch was the same as
when she’d been a teenager. Hot, firm, sending her senses into
sharp overdrive, his fingers made her skin burn. These were feels she
was not ready to feel again. He
dropped his hand, and there was an awkward moment where they looked
at each other, frozen, and Summer realized he felt it, too. His face
was shocked, his eyes wide. The moment grew longer, her breath
catching in her throat as she waited, unsure of what to do next. Then
his pupils returned to normal, and his face softened. “We’re here
now, and the light is about to turn. Maya’s told the client I’m
on the job, so I need to get the shots. I’ll just be the
photographer. Everything else…” He waved his hand between them.
“It’s history. Ancient history.” She
felt his gaze on her a moment longer than was strictly necessary. She
brushed at her face, as if trying to get the sensation of him off her
skin. Then her awe turned to anger. “I guess it is all about you,
after all. Wouldn’t want you missing out on keeping your new client
happy.” “That’s
not what I meant. Shit.” He rubbed his chin. “This is not how I
wanted to see you again after so long.” He looked about as if
trying to find a distraction and came up empty. “I’m a different
guy behind the camera. I promise.”
She
kicked the sand and wished the extra freckles the sun had added to
her face today would fade instantly. Nothing like freckles to make a
girl feel like a girl, instead of a woman. You are not a
girl. Be the bigger person. There
was an awkward pause. She straightened. “Fine,” she said. That
was all she was going to give him. Short, calm, professional.
It's no wonder that Michele's first romance has a little sparkle of the stage tucked into its pages as she was a performer long before she got adicted to the page. Being a writer was not what she was supposed to be when she 'grew up' but then neither was a dancer. Her poor parents. They thought that when she toddled off to law school they'd bred a responsible, useful adult and instead they got a performer and word junkie.
She now writes
full time in a studio surrounded by the whisper of wind in the trees
and only intermittent interruptions from her young son, husband and
hunger pangs. She's based in New Zealand (land of beaches and
hobbits) loves chocolate, yoga, sunshine, her boys and happy
endings.
You can get in touch
through facebook or twitter or through her website and blog
www.micheledewinton.com
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