Hidden In The Vines by Gemma Brocato
Title: Hidden in the Vines
Series: Romancing the Vine #1.5
Author: Gemma Brocato
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 19, 2017
Blurb
Growing up in the supersized shadow of a famous mother led Jules Capelli to retreat far from the glamorous lifestyle. She owns and runs Team Vino, a team building operation based in a working vineyard. In the midst of a seminar her high-profile, high-maintenance mother insists Jules hide her among the vines after recent plastic surgery. Keeping the woman hidden will require a monumental effort, especially with two reporters from an entertainment magazine in the class.
Alex Dixon has known from the minute he checked into Team Vino for employer mandated team training, that Jules is hiding something. Learning her secret is key, but he’s more interested in getting to know the appealing woman. Jules’s secret is a great distraction, but once discovered, making sure it remains hidden from his bottom-feeding co-worker is even more of a challenge.
Working together as a team, Jules and Alex discover a mutual attraction and a common goal. Keep the secret, build a team and uncover love among the vines.
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Excerpt
It was the
final straw in convincing Jules to avoid any sort of publicity event or
exposure. She’d slunk off the red carpet gauntlet, a staple at all premieres,
and hid in the ladies’ lounge until the theater had been darkened. She’d
slipped into a seat next to Gitta, but crept away before the final credits
rolled. Jules hadn’t appeared in public for two weeks, waiting for the next big
story to break and draw public attention from the unfortunate episode.
final straw in convincing Jules to avoid any sort of publicity event or
exposure. She’d slunk off the red carpet gauntlet, a staple at all premieres,
and hid in the ladies’ lounge until the theater had been darkened. She’d
slipped into a seat next to Gitta, but crept away before the final credits
rolled. Jules hadn’t appeared in public for two weeks, waiting for the next big
story to break and draw public attention from the unfortunate episode.
She shook
off the sour memory and studied the man climbing the stairs to the office. God,
he really looked familiar. Unruly, dark blond curls and a strong, square jaw
shaved clean of the scruff so many men thought looked sexy. Add piercing blue
eyes and firm lips with the best Cupid’s bow she’d ever seen, and he became an
all-American heartthrob.
off the sour memory and studied the man climbing the stairs to the office. God,
he really looked familiar. Unruly, dark blond curls and a strong, square jaw
shaved clean of the scruff so many men thought looked sexy. Add piercing blue
eyes and firm lips with the best Cupid’s bow she’d ever seen, and he became an
all-American heartthrob.
Fading
bruises under his eyes marred the otherwise perfect picture. Tall and broad
shouldered, his face rang a bell for her. But it was an alarm bell. She knew
him.
bruises under his eyes marred the otherwise perfect picture. Tall and broad
shouldered, his face rang a bell for her. But it was an alarm bell. She knew
him.
Oh Jesus. That’s . . . oh shit, what’s his
name?
name?
He stopped
in the doorway. “Hi. I’m looking for Jules Capelli.” The rich, smooth timbre of
his voice reminded her of a television announcer.
in the doorway. “Hi. I’m looking for Jules Capelli.” The rich, smooth timbre of
his voice reminded her of a television announcer.
She hunched
her shoulders and dropped onto the chair behind her desk, creating a barrier
between them. “That’s me. How may I help you?”
her shoulders and dropped onto the chair behind her desk, creating a barrier
between them. “That’s me. How may I help you?”
Her visitor
pulled a wallet from his back pocket as he approached. The action lifted the hem
of his shirt, giving her a closer view of his trim waistline. “Access Group
International made a reservation for me in your team building seminar.” He
handed her a business card he’d fished out of his billfold.
pulled a wallet from his back pocket as he approached. The action lifted the hem
of his shirt, giving her a closer view of his trim waistline. “Access Group
International made a reservation for me in your team building seminar.” He
handed her a business card he’d fished out of his billfold.
“Yes, of
course. You’re one of the late add-ons.”
course. You’re one of the late add-ons.”
Accepting
the slip of cardstock, she glanced at the bold logo and bright red lettering on
the front. Her heart stopped beating and turned to stone. Actual pain from the
boulder sitting on her diaphragm knifed her chest.
the slip of cardstock, she glanced at the bold logo and bright red lettering on
the front. Her heart stopped beating and turned to stone. Actual pain from the
boulder sitting on her diaphragm knifed her chest.
The card’s
bright red lettering declared the man was Alex Dixon. Reporter. With
Entertainment Access. A division of AGI.
bright red lettering declared the man was Alex Dixon. Reporter. With
Entertainment Access. A division of AGI.
This could
not be happening. How had she not known AGI was the parent company of the worst
gossip mongering website and tabloid in existence?
not be happening. How had she not known AGI was the parent company of the worst
gossip mongering website and tabloid in existence?
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Author Bio
Gemma's favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a 'round tuit,' and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she'd write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to 'Dear Author' were gratifying.
After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.
After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.
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