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Chaos Among The Vines by Gemma Brocato
Title: Chaos Among the Vines
Series: Romancing the Vine #2
Author: Gemma Brocato
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 26, 2017
Blurb
Through a fortunate series of events, Will Bradford’s winery hits the map in a huge way, with demand far outpacing production. After months of chaos and unmanageable growth he decides to bring in a specialist to help him get organized.
Queen of organization Avalon Reece is a closet chaotic. She’s rebelled against a childhood of wanderlust with a hippie mother by striving to maintain order in her life. Everything has a place and she means to see it there. For her, love is messy and she avoids it at all costs. Until she accept a consulting job with Will to put his life in order.
Will sees beyond the straightlaced, orderly woman to the free-spirit Avalon tries hard to hide. That’s the woman he wants, in spite of how it might impact his business.
Will sees beyond the straightlaced, orderly woman to the free-spirit Avalon tries hard to hide. That’s the woman he wants, in spite of how it might impact his business.
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“Why would I want to take my laptop home with me?” He
gave her a sideways glance, like he was afraid of how she’d respond. With his
head cocked slightly, a shock of his dark hair flopped into his eyes. The
sunlight streamed from straight overhead, and his long, thick lashes cast
shadows on his tanned cheeks.
gave her a sideways glance, like he was afraid of how she’d respond. With his
head cocked slightly, a shock of his dark hair flopped into his eyes. The
sunlight streamed from straight overhead, and his long, thick lashes cast
shadows on his tanned cheeks.
Gorgeous didn’t begin to describe him. Avalon licked
her lips. “In case you want to watch porn?” She slapped a hand over her mouth
as warmth rushed into her cheeks. Please
let an earthquake strike right this minute and open a fissure wide enough to
swallow me.
her lips. “In case you want to watch porn?” She slapped a hand over her mouth
as warmth rushed into her cheeks. Please
let an earthquake strike right this minute and open a fissure wide enough to
swallow me.
Will laughed. “I have a big screen TV in my bedroom.
Why in the world would I use a tiny laptop to watch porn?”
Why in the world would I use a tiny laptop to watch porn?”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry. That was highly unprofessional
of me. I don’t know what got into me. You probably don’t even watch . . .” She
wasn’t going to say porn again. Her palms started sweating and she rubbed her
hands on her jeans.
of me. I don’t know what got into me. You probably don’t even watch . . .” She
wasn’t going to say porn again. Her palms started sweating and she rubbed her
hands on her jeans.
Will tracked her movement, then met her gaze. Heat and
hunger vied for dominance in his eyes. “I do, but I probably shouldn’t admit
it. You’re very cute when you blush. I think I’ll try to get you to do it more
often.”
hunger vied for dominance in his eyes. “I do, but I probably shouldn’t admit
it. You’re very cute when you blush. I think I’ll try to get you to do it more
often.”
“Will, please. I’m trying to be professional. I know I
didn’t make the best impression there, but I’m trying. Besides, there’s Penny.”
didn’t make the best impression there, but I’m trying. Besides, there’s Penny.”
“Hold up!” He stopped as she took a couple more steps.
When she looked back, his arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles of his
biceps straining his plaid shirt. “What do you mean, ‘there’s Penny?’”
When she looked back, his arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles of his
biceps straining his plaid shirt. “What do you mean, ‘there’s Penny?’”
“She’s your girlfriend. I’d never—”
“Penny isn’t my girlfriend.”
“But . . . she’s gone out of her way to mention on a
couple of occasions that you’ve been in a relationship for quite a while.”
couple of occasions that you’ve been in a relationship for quite a while.”
“No. Penny has never been, nor will never be, my
girlfriend.” His lips pressed together tightly and a muscle ticked in his jaw
before he muttered, “I told Drake I’d regret letting Penny redecorate the
place.”
girlfriend.” His lips pressed together tightly and a muscle ticked in his jaw
before he muttered, “I told Drake I’d regret letting Penny redecorate the
place.”
Hope floated in her chest, but she stuck the sharp
point of reality in it, deflating it like a burst balloon. He was still a
client. “Oh, my mistake. She just led me to believe you two were an item.”
point of reality in it, deflating it like a burst balloon. He was still a
client. “Oh, my mistake. She just led me to believe you two were an item.”
“She’s not my type at all. Too . . . artsy. Believe it
or not, the girl doesn’t have nearly enough structure in her life to be
appealing to me.” Will grasped her wrist and towed her along.
or not, the girl doesn’t have nearly enough structure in her life to be
appealing to me.” Will grasped her wrist and towed her along.
“So you like a woman who believes in order.”
“Didn’t say that necessarily. I don’t mind a bit of
chaos amid my order.”
chaos amid my order.”
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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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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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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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