Sunday, 10 February 2013
Release Day Book Spotlight: Hot Mess by Christy Gissendaner
A Hot Mess
by Christy Gissendaner
Contemporary Romance
Liquid Silver Books
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Caitlyn Myers elopes to Vegas on a spur of the moment decision, but once there she is abandoned by her heartless fiancé. With no money, and her luggage lost at the airport, she calls the one person she knows will help her.
Dylan Russell has known Caitlyn since she was a scruffy tomboy. He’s watched her mature into a ravishing woman and has kept his desire for her a secret … until now. Valentine’s Day in Vegas provides the dazzling backdrop for seduction as Dylan shows Caitlyn that not all loves are messy.
Excerpt:
“Flight seven seven seven to Vegas is now boarding.”
Caitlyn Myers grabbed her faux Louis Vuitton bag and nudged her fiancé, who dozed in the uncomfortable plastic chair beside her. “Wake up, Simon. They’re calling us.”
Simon stirred, and two bleary eyes blinked up at her. “Caitlyn? What is it?”
Cait snapped her fingers together in front of his face. “The plane, Simon. It’s time. We can board now.”
Sunlight poured through the glass at Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. Cait reached for her shoes, but she paused to admire the sparkles given by the huge diamond solitaire on the ring finger of her left hand.
It had come as a complete surprise when Simon popped the question early that morning. She’d suspected he would ask, but not until Valentine’s Day which wasn’t until tomorrow. The biggest surprise had been Simon’s decision to elope. Cait had said yes, and they’d headed straight to the airport after a frenzied packing session.
Two non-refundable coach tickets were booked. Now, they prepared to board the plane that would take them to their happily ever after. Cait wanted to squeal in delight but didn’t.
Simon got to his feet and lazily stretched. The hem of his shirt lifted, and a small strip of tanned, muscular skin appeared.
Cait sighed with happiness. She couldn’t ask for a better fiancé. Simon was sexy and successful, and best of all, he wanted to marry her despite her many flaws.
Simon reached for his expensive leather satchel and slung it over his shoulder. Cait slipped her feet into pink high heels and then straightened. Simon waited with a strained smile as she tugged the hem of her tight miniskirt back into place.
“Are you ready, honey?”
Cait’s insides melted at the sound of Simon’s deep voice. She stopped fiddling with her clothes and gave him an adoring smile. “Yes, I’m so excited!”
Simon chuckled and slipped an arm around her waist to lead her to the gate. When she wore heels, which was pretty much every day, Simon was not much taller than her. Cait felt protected in his embrace nonetheless.
They boarded the plane with no trouble at all and claimed their seats on the wing. She’d once read the wing was the safest part of the plane, and since she was a nervous flier, she was not taking any chances. She’d picked out the best seats she could find. Simon had argued about having to fly coach, but Cait had finally convinced him.
Caitlyn fastened her seat restraint while Simon put away their bags. Once the strap was tightened, and she was safe as she could be, she turned to gaze out the window at a clear blue sky.
It was a beautiful February day, a perfect day to elope. She pushed the niggling thought that she was rushing into the wedding out of her mind. This is what she wanted. Wasn’t it?
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About the Author:
Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand. She lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons and is always hard at work on her next novel. In her spare time, Christy loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation! Find out more about her at http://christygissendaner.webs.com.
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