Saturday, January 30, 2010

Something Different


When I'm not writing about my jaguar shape-shifters I like to write contemporary novellas. They're a nice change of pace and sometimes that's just what I need to get motivated toward a new jaguar story.

Recently, I got the thrill of my life when my Resplendence editor sent the Coffee Time Romance Review for my story IOU. Savannah graciously invited me to promo it on this blog so here it is:


IOU
PARIS BRANDON
ISBN#: 9781607350842
November 2009
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
www.resplendencepublishing.com
E-book
$3.00
45 Pages
Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Carnal Reunions
Rating: 5 Cups

...I was absolutely stunned at the impact of Paris Brandon’s writing. IOU set a fire that burned from page one through to the end. When these two characters come together it ignites from the first breath and could be the model for every woman’s fantasy. Everyone has that one person from their past that has a hold of a part of them but that never gets a second chance. The Carnal Reunion series is about second chances and what can occur if someone takes a chance. I look forward to reading the rest of the series and recommend IOU because it is a sizzling ride back to the past that everyone should read.
Delane
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance & More


Blurb:

The morning after her final exams, Bliss Harper woke up in her own bed wearing only her underwear. She didn’t remember how she got there or why there was an I.O.U. tucked into her panties for one night of “Bad Boy Sex” signed by N. Santucci. She had a ten year plan for success and that didn’t include getting involved with handsome Nick Santucci. No more bad decisions involving handsome men for her.

Nick didn’t think Bliss Harper’s version of bad-boy sex had her waking up with the pizza delivery guy trying to save his family’s business. Better to let her live with her fantasies. Ten years later he’s not delivering pizza he’s delivering deals. The terms are simple. He’s planning on negotiating one night into many with the woman who holds the marker on his heart.

Excerpt:

Bliss Harper bit her lip and gazed down at the back of a ten year-old pizza receipt where Nick Santucci’s precise signature was scrawled at the bottom of an IOU for one night of sweaty, dirty, bad-boy sex. She carefully opened the musical card that he’d sent in reply to the photocopied IOU. The tinny strains of a lively nineties dance number, by a local band that had lasted on the charts for about four minutes her senior year, blared. Nick’s familiar scrawl informing her that he’d see her at the Ambassador, ready to pay up, was at the bottom of the card.

Thanks to Classmates R Us, she’d finally reconnected with the one man who’d been starring in her personal fantasies for the past ten years. She usually had better sense, but she’d realized the day her college reunion invitation had arrived that she’d slipped back into her all-work-and-no-play mode. Of course, there wasn’t any guarantee that this weekend was going to change that.

Nick could be fat, bald, married or all of the above. Well, if he was, at least she could finally start fantasizing about someone else when she had her next close encounter with her battery-operated, Saturday night date. And if her luck held, she’d find out what she’d done to make Nick Santucci owe her a night of bad-boy sex. Maybe then she’d start living the life she’d put on hold ten years ago to pursue the success and security she had finally achieved.

The door shuddered and Franny’s familiar knock made her smile, something she’d been doing a lot of since showing up at Karen’s door a few hours ago.

“Come on in, Fran.”

Fran, wearing one of her signature no-nonsense pant-suits strode into the room like an Amazon queen. “When are you going to design me something that makes my butt look good?” she asked, waving her hand at the emerald, toga-styled silk sheath wrapped around Bliss, and caught at one shoulder with a matching tie.

“I’ll make a deal with you. You take enough time off from the think tank to come to New York and get measured, and I’ll make you a dress that will win your butt an award.”
Fran rolled her eyes and then glanced at the open card Bliss held. “What the hell is the name of that song you keep playing?”

“I don’t remember,” she lied, and knew she was caught when Fran pinned her with her famous frown.

“Have you remembered a damn thing about that night?”

“Not much after Elliot broke up with me. I think there was dancing and green jell-o involved,” she shrugged, “after that, nothing.”

“So are you here looking for Nick Santucci as a possible Mr. Right? ‘Cause, honey, Mr. Right could be fat, bald or married—and very possibly, all three.”

Bliss blinked. “It’s scary how much we think alike. And the answer is not just no, but hell no. I think. So, are you not looking for Mr. Right, either?”

“There’s no such animal,” Fran scoffed. “But I wouldn’t mind a few rounds with Mr. Wrong,” she said, and surprisingly enough, she almost sounded wistful.

My Resplendence editor just informed us that the Carnal Reunions anthology will be available in print in time for the Romantic Times Convention! I hope to see you there. Thanks for inviting me to promo this, Savanna;-)

Paris
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5 comments:

Serena Shay said...

Awesome review, Paris!! Congrats, it looks fabulous, I can't wait to read it. :)

Savanna Kougar said...

Paris, wow! Those are the kind of fabulous reviews we authors live for.
Congratulations. And congrats on going to print, especially in time for the RT convention.
Nick sounds like my kind of bad boy! I wish I'd known one.
Green Jell-o?
Thanks, for sharing.

Paris said...

Serena,

Thanks;-) I'm still pinching myself!

Paris said...

Savanna,

I'm really excited about going to print. This was one of those fun stories we write with a smile;-)

And the green jello--when my kids were going to college, they told me about jello shots and they sounded lethal!

Crystal Kauffman said...

Congratulations!! I have yet to hold my first print book (five months!!) but I'm wringing my hands and salivating over it. :)