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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Dangerous Love Blog Tour Spotlight

She's on thin ice . . .
Detective Rocki Bangli has spent the past four months undercover, trying to get the goods on drug lord Darrell Archer. Now that she's gained Darrell's trust, he's given her a job: keep an eye on the Beaumont Body Shop, a car detailer and private investigation agency. There's only one problem-her target is the hot and very sexy Tony Weston, whose eyes tell her he's on to her game . . .

He's her only hope
Tony spotted the gorgeous detective a year ago at the police academy and never forgot her. A thousand fantasies later, he finds Rocki working for the most dangerous man in town. Now, Tony's determined to find out what's going on . . . after he brings her home with him. But when her position is compromised, suddenly Rocki and everyone she loves might be in danger. Now Rocki must trust Tony with her secrets, her mission, and her life-or it could be the end for both of them.

Romance author Debra Kayn lives with her family in the beautiful coastal mountains of Oregon on a hobby farm. She enjoys riding motorcycles, gardening, playing tennis, and fishing. A huge animal lover, she always has a dog under her desk when she writes and chickens standing at the front door looking for a treat. She's famous in her family for teaching a 270-pound hog named Harley to jog with her every morning.

Her love of family ties and laughter makes her a natural to write heartwarming contemporary stories to the delight of her readers. Oh, let's cut to the chase. She loves to write about REAL MEN and the WOMEN who love them.

When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were...will you have my babies? Considering Debra's weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she's living her own romance book.

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“Ready to finish the game?” he asked.
“Sure.” She stood. “It’s probably a good time to let you know, I’ve been going easy on you. You’re ahead of me now, but it’d take nothing for me to clean the table in one turn.”
          He whistled. “Big talker.”
          “Hey, I only say what’s true. I’m not bragging at all.” She sashayed over and picked up both of their pool sticks.
          She was going straight to hell. How many lies could she tell in a twenty-four-hour period and retain her aura of a trained professional? A pillar of society?
          “Let’s say we up the ante. Game?” He leaned against the table.
“You’ve already said winner gets anything. How much bigger does it get?”
          He gripped the pool stick she held in her hand and pulled her closer. She stared into his eyes. Light blue eyes, so transparent she witnessed his pupils dilate.
          “If I win, I’ll be asking you to come home with me.” He inched closer. His mouth hovered over her lips, not touching, but they shared a breath. “You’ll say yes and get to ride in my car.”
          Holy shit. Darrell had sent her to check out Tony? She blinked. “The Camaro?”
          “Yep,” he murmured. “You in?”
          “Depends.” She inhaled, and held her breath. God, she so wanted in. “Can you deliver on such a big promise?”
          He growled. With the ruckus in the bar, she would’ve missed the low vibration, but she actually felt the sound in the back of her fingers, where her hand pressed against him as she held the stick. The sensations coming from him swept through her body and settled deep in her lower belly.
          “One night. In my bed,” he whispered. “You come home with me, and I’ll make sure I deliver.”
          She bit down on her lip, studying him. Finally, she whispered back, “Okay.”
          He stepped away and grinned. “Your play, sweetheart.
She moistened her lips and moved toward the table. Her hands shook, and she braced them against the edge, near the corner pocket. She wrinkled her nose, unable to focus on lining up her shot. She knew what Darrell expected of her, but she was unprepared for how smoothly Tony Weston could wrangle her into going to bed with him.

Usually, she loved competition. Even though she sucked at pool, she’d give it one hundred percent, because that’s all she knew. As a result, she sent the cue ball straight into the side pocket.

His Secrets Can Destroy Her
From the moment Josie laid eyes on sexy, mysterious Shane Dean, she was in love. Their desire ignited a passionate affair, and within weeks, Shane had slipped a ring on her finger. It seemed her every fantasy was coming true . . . until her new husband disappeared without a trace. Now, two years and one broken heart later, Josie is shocked by the hospital calls: Shane has been found . . . at a crime scene with no memory of how he got there.

Her Love Can Save Him
Shane can't remember the blue-eyed angel at his bedside-or who he even is-but he knows something isn't right. His hearing is razor sharp, his physical strength incredible, and the urge to protect Josie overwhelming. For powerful enemies are hunting him, and Josie is the key to discovering why. As Shane struggles to unravel his past, dangerous new truths come to light. Can he protect the only woman he's ever loved? And can Josie trust a man she thought she knew-one who carries such a deadly secret? 

USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college professor, and a hearing examiner - only to culminate it all in stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She is a member of RWA, has won awards for her works throughout the industry, and has a journalism degree with a poly sci emphasis from Pepperdine University as well as a Juris Doctorate from the University of Idaho.

Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband, children, and extended family who inspire her every day-or at the very least give her plenty of characters to write about.

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He let the desk drop with a thud. “Did you know that about me?”
She tried for a nonchalant shrug. “I knew you were strong. Not that strong.” Apparently the guy had hidden more than his past from her. Who the hell was he? Anger began to slide through her veins. What was she doing even thinking about trusting him again?
“Close your eyes. What do you hear?”
She kept her eyes open. “The hum of the heating unit.”
Other than that, silence echoed through the night.
Shane shook his head. “A block away a couple is having a spat about the tip the man left at dinner.” He stalked around the desk. Toward her. “The elevator has gone up twenty- three times in the last
couple hours; gone down twenty- seven times.” His hands reached out to grab her forearms. “I need thirty- three steps to walk from here to the elevator. There are three exits from this building where I wouldn’t be seen.” His gaze dropped to her neck.
“Your pulse rate increased when I grabbed your arms. I can hear it.” The large hands tightened around her biceps. “And you’re a liar. When you say it isn’t going to happen, you’re lying.”
He tugged her into masculine hardness, into incredible heat.
His palm slid up her neck until his fingers tangled in her hair— slowly, deliberately. He tethered her in place, his eyelids dropping to half- mast.
Goose bumps rose on her skin. Caution warred with desire. She jerked her head back— or tried to. His hold tightened, holding her where he wanted her. She couldn’t move. Shock and then flames licked through her.
His lips took hers, firm and determined. Her thighs dampened. He groaned low, bending her back, his hunger igniting hers.
Josie’s mind spun. He wasn’t asking. Gone was the care with which he’d always treated her. Pure, raw passion replaced thought.
Everything inside her melted as desire lit her on fire. While he’d always been passionate, this was new. Intense and dangerous, his hold showed no mercy.
He slammed her against the desk, the hard length of his body sliding against hers. He cupped the back of her head, his mouth moving over hers. A sharp nip triggered her to open her lips in protest, and he dove in, his body pinning her in place.
Hunger ripped through her veins.
His tongue stroked hers. The desk pressed into her back and she stiffened. He lifted her and plopped her atop the desk, her knees on either side of his hard hips, the skirt pooling up. Heat fi lled her sex. Her core rubbed against his erection.
“See what you do to me,” he rumbled against her mouth, giving her a reprieve to breathe. “From the first second I saw you in that coffee shop, you’ve done this to me.”

She clutched on to his hard forearms to keep herself upright. A protest caught in her throat when his head rose so he could pin her with a look. Danger glinted in those dark gray eyes. Possession. Promise. A hard flush covered his rugged face. “Say yes, Josie.”

The One Man She Can't Have
Matt Dean was born to fight . . . and kill. A member of a secret black-ops military unit, he and his brothers were genetically engineered by the government to be the perfect soldiers with an expiration date. Now, with time running out, he's gone rogue in a relentless quest for the one person who can save them. His mission leads him to Charmed, Idaho . . . and to a beautiful woman with eyes like emeralds and a body made for pleasure.

The One Woman He Can't Resist
Laney Jacobs knows the mysterious, handsome stranger is trouble from the moment he walks into her bar, looking for a job. She's spent years running from her own past-the last thing she needs is a romantic entanglement. But Matt's strong arms offer her protection and his gentle touch promises passion unlike anything she's ever known. As lethal forces surround them, revealing explosive secrets about Matt's past and putting everything-and everyone-he holds dear in danger, can he save them all before time runs out?

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Life would be easier if Matt could view the petite bar owner like a family member or even an employer, but as he watched her deliver another pitcher of tea to the women gathered around the table, he realized that was impossible. She laughed at something one of the women said, and his cock hardened. Again.
The woman had spunk, intelligence, and a heart-shaped ass. Of course he wanted her naked and sweating beneath him. That confused as much as irritated him. She was the exact opposite of what he usually looked for in a woman. Temporary, tough, and unemotional worked best, and the idea of being with someone soft and kind scared the shit out of him.
Laney was right to keep him at a distance.
The new phone he’d purchased early that morning buzzed, and he glanced down at his first text message of the day. Nate had texted that he was safe and would check in later. Relief relaxed Matt’s shoulders upon reading that his brother was all right. The guy hadn’t been out on a mission for years, and Matt had been worrying about him. Maybe Nate would finally heal from falling in love and being betrayed.
If anybody could throw a dose of cold water on Matt’s desire to pursue Laney, it’d be hard-assed Nate. He perceived only black and white, danger and safety. There was no safety in seducing Laney… for anybody. She wasn’t the woman Matt needed to find in Charmed.
Plus, as much as the idea turned Matt’s stomach, if he had to seduce the elusive Dr. Peters to secure her help, to save his brothers, he’d do it.
Of course, the family practitioner was the one woman who wasn’t sitting around the table. He’d paid special attention to the coroner and the veterinarian’s assistant, and the vet’s assistant was currently checking him out behind wire-rimmed glasses. Bright eyes showed intelligence and an interesting wariness. He shot her a smile.
Her cheeks pinkened, and she half turned to talk to the woman on her right.
Laney, sitting across from the vet, instantly shot a look his way, delicate eyebrow arched. He met her stare evenly, pleased when her high cheekbones filled with color. The fact that she kept his gaze with challenge in her eyes, even while blushing, pleased him even more. The polite thing to do would be to grant her a reprieve and look away.
Too bad he wasn’t a polite guy.
Laney should learn not to challenge him.
Her chair scraped back, and she muttered something to her friends and then calmly maneuvered around tables toward him, hips swaying… keeping his gaze the entire time. His shoulders went back, and his blood started to hum. Who was this woman so full of surprises?
She reached him, her eyes sparking in irritation. “Would you please stop turning the most successful businesswomen in town into simpering morons?” she whispered.
He blinked. Damn it. He focused down a foot at her irritated face. “What in the world are you talking about?”
Her body remained relaxed, but he could hear her heart thumping, and her expression was quickly transforming into anger. She kept her face angled away from the women at the table. “Stop smiling, stop flirting, and do your job.”
He lowered his face just enough to make her eyes widen. “You sound jealous.”
Ah. There was the fury. “I’m not, you jackass. Keep the charm in your pants, and stop flirting.”
Okay. He may have poured on the charm with the two women he needed to investigate, but he’d been trained in subtlety and covert action. “Why are you suddenly interested in what’s in my pants?”
Laney’s gasp heated him in all sorts of places. “If I have to tell you again to knock it off, you’re fired.”
The little spitfire had better be careful who she threatened. “So you want me unavailable to those women?”
Satisfaction filled her pretty face. “Exactly.”
“Okay.” He grasped her hip and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, quick, and enough of a taste to make him crave more. He lifted away to gauge the shock on her face. “There. Now they think I’m taken.”
The air vibrated as her hand closed into a fist, and he shook his head. “You don’t want to hit me.”
“Why not?” she ground out.
For the first time, he let his mask slip so she could see the predator the government had created. “The second you make contact, I’ll have you on that bar, held tight, my cock pressed between your legs, my lips on yours until you beg for more. Even fully clothed, I may make you come—and I won’t care who’s watching.”
Her sexy mouth dropped open. Surprise and fury lit her eyes… along with desire. She tried to mask it, but he was an expert at reading people, and the woman was intrigued. “You egomaniac. I’m not remotely interested,” she whispered.
Surprising anger shot through him. “You want to threaten me? That’s fine. Challenge me? No problem.” He stepped even closer and into her space. “But don’t you ever lie to me. Ever, Laney.”
She pressed her hands against her hips, confusion blanketing her features. “We just met.”
The woman was correct. He had no right to demand a damn thing from her. For all she knew, he was a bad guy. But this once and with this woman, against all rational training and thought, he truly didn’t give a shit. He didn’t understand it, sure as hell couldn’t explain it. So he went with his gut. “Yeah, we did just meet. Those are the ground rules. Period.” He lowered his chin and waited for her to challenge him, anticipation lighting his veins.

Rebecca Zanetti Q&A
Thanks so much for having us over today!  I pop by this blog a lot, and it’s fun to be here talking about my books!  

1. What is one of your favorite Myths/legends to write about?

I’m not sure if it’s a myth or legend, but the idea of good vs. evil in whatever form fascinates me.  The good gods vs. the bad gods, the good vampires vs. the bad ones, and even good men and women vs. the bad ones.  I think the theme of good vs. evil is a theme on which all myths and legends are based.  Having said that, the myth of being immortal is one of my favorites, and give me a sexy vampire any day.

2. If you could live back in time, what time period would you choose and why?

Great question!  I so want to go forward in time to where we have hover crafts, robot housemaids that clean everything, and health tubes that’ll cure us from all the bad stuff.  Going back to times without good medical care, indoor plumbing, and the right to vote?  Not so sure about that.  But if I do have to go back in time, send me to the time of the Highlanders and tough guys in kilts.

3. Have you ever come across a song that might fit the theme of one of your books?

All the time!  Or, sometimes I’ll hear a song I really like while I’m writing a book, and even though the song doesn’t fit the book, all of a sudden it works for me in writing that book.  I often listen to the same song over and over, and my family is so happy when I finally finish a book and they don’t have to listen to that song any longer.

4. Do you remember what you felt when you had your first kiss?

Yeah – I remembering wondering if I could choke from a tongue being shoved down my throat. I was fourteen, on my grandmother’s porch, and I think it was the boy’s first kiss too. We didn’t last.

5. What was the most creative pick up line you've ever used on someone or someone used on you?

Well, there have been a few, but the best was when I ran into Tony Zanetti in town.  We hadn’t seen each other in quite a few years, and he’d grown about a foot, finally topping out at 6’5.  He had longer dark hair, a tattoo, a black leather jacket, and a motorcycle helmet under one arm.  He said, “Want to go for a ride?”  We’ve been married for sixteen years.

6. When writing do you have a playlist of music you like to listen to? What are a couple songs on it?

I have a different playlist for every book I write, and sometimes the songs really fit the book, and other times they just fit me at the moment. My playlists cross all the genres from hard rock to alternative to country, etc. For FORGOTTEN SINS, I listened to a lot of Zac Brown (Colder Weather), Fall Out Boy, David Guetta, and Kansas. The second book in the series, SWEET REVENGE, had a playlist, in addition to some Black Lab, Ben Cocks, and Bad Company. I also listened to My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy for that second book. I may have even typed ‘light em up, up, up, I’m on fire’ a couple of times and had to go back and edit.

7. What do you do when you think nobody is watching?

Well, even though it’s a cliché, I really do dance when nobody is watching.  I have no rhythm, and I’m a horrible dancer, so I just let loose when I’m all by myself in my office taking a break from writing.  Even I can feel I don’t have the beat of the song, but I’ve decided lately that I have my own drummer, and he rocks.

Thanks again for letting us play here today!

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