New Orleans Rush by Kelly Siskind Book Tour and Giveaway :)
New
Orleans Rush
by
Kelly Siskind
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
“A
fun mixture of magic, sensuality, and iconic pin-up girl style. The
romance in New
Orleans Rush will
leave you smiling and filled with optimism.” - Helen Hoang, author
of The Kiss
Quotient
Falling
for your surly boss is a rotten idea.
Letting him saw you in half
is even worse...
Beatrice
Baker may be a struggling artist, but she believes all hardships have
silver linings...until she follows her boyfriend to New Orleans and
finds him with another woman. Instead of turning those lemons into
lemonade, she drinks lemon drop martinis and keys the wrong man's
car.
Now
she works for Huxley Marlow of the Marvelous Marlow Boys, getting
shoved in boxes as an on-stage magician's assistant. A cool job for
some, but Bea's been coerced into the role to cover her debt. She
also maybe fantasizes
about her boss's adept hands and what else they can do.
She
absolutely will not fall for him, or kiss him senseless. Until she
does. The scarred, enigmatic Huxley has unwittingly become her muse,
unlocking her artistic dry spell, but his vague nightly activities
are highly suspect. The last time Beatrice trusted a man, her bank
account got drained and she almost got arrested. Surely this can't
end that badly...right?
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Move with me
to the Mardi Gras City, Nick had begged. We’ll work the bar scene
at night. You can paint all day. We’ll live each minute like it’s
our last! Her boyfriend—now
of the ex persuasion—had neglected to mention that four days into
their adventure he’d change the rules, leaving Bea homeless and
jobless in the birthplace of jazz. She also hadn’t painted anything
but artless amoebas the past month. Sinking lower on
her stool, she cupped her drink with both hands. She didn’t sip it
right away, letting her tipsiness linger instead. Then a guy in a top
hat and cape appeared. Yep. That just
happened. She looked into
her full glass, then back at the mirage, wondering if she was drunker
than she’d realized. She had consumed her first drink faster than
usual, and mixing cold medicine and alcohol wasn’t the best idea.
She squinted harder at the man. The top hat was still there, making
its already tall owner stupendously taller. The cape was still there,
too. Not just any
cape. A midnight velvet cape with stars stitched through the
material. It was a galaxy
far, far away. Right here. In a New Orleans bar. The cape looked
soft and plush. If Bea could rub her face in the fleecy fabric and
roll into a cocooned bundle, she was sure she could sleep for a week
and wake up in a different life. One that didn’t resemble a fifty
car pile up. The top hat man
focused on her, as though sensing the longing in her stare. Or maybe
he’d heard her say, “I’d love to nuzzle your cape.” A thought she’d
accidentally unmuted. He walked toward
her like she was the only person in the jazzy room and stopped in
front of her barstool. “You can touch it, if you’d like.” The fabric looked
even softer up close, but the sensual timbre of his low voice had her
sitting straighter. “If you’re not referring to your cape, things
might get ugly.” She wasn’t
above tossing her drink in his face. His lips
twitched. “I do mean the cape. Unless you’d like to try on my
hat.” He tipped up the felt brim. She loosened her
grip on her glass, pleased she wouldn’t have to waste a perfectly
good martini. But the way her day was going, the hat would probably
give her lice. “I don’t accept hats from strangers. Or capes.” “I believe that
applies to candy, not capes.” “What if it
carries an ancient spell and whisks me away to some dark castle where
I’ll be imprisoned and tortured until they learn I can’t command
the cape’s magic?” The edges of his
eyes crinkled. “A valid point.” His languid gaze
slid down her body and up again. He studied her so long she finally
sipped her drink, then he extended his hand. “I’m Huxley.” The second her
fingers—cold and damp from the chilled glass—slid into Huxley’s
large grasp, heat shot up her arm. The cape most definitely had
hidden powers. “Bea,” she said. “Fascinating to meet you.” The most
fascinating moment of her gray day.
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—gummy bears heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.
2015
Golden Heart® Finalist
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