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Stealing The Show by Lilliana Rose
Title: Stealing the
Show (Show Time Fever Book 2)
Show (Show Time Fever Book 2)
Author: Lilliana Rose
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Release
Date: March
8th 2017
Date: March
8th 2017
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Romance
Kristie comes to the Royal Adelaide Show every
year with the sheep. This year will she return with more than just prizes? Or
will she steal the heart of a man as well, and snag the love of her life?
year with the sheep. This year will she return with more than just prizes? Or
will she steal the heart of a man as well, and snag the love of her life?
Kristie Johnson plans to run the family farm one
day. As the only child, she lives with her parents and struggles to get them to
see that she can make her own decisions and that she is a grown woman. Then,
she meets Tully Row, a dancer performing at the show and she turns to him for a
few days of fun. Instead she finds herself falling for him, especially when she
finds out he’s a country boy himself.
day. As the only child, she lives with her parents and struggles to get them to
see that she can make her own decisions and that she is a grown woman. Then,
she meets Tully Row, a dancer performing at the show and she turns to him for a
few days of fun. Instead she finds herself falling for him, especially when she
finds out he’s a country boy himself.
The youngest of three sons, Tully was forced away
from the farm he loved to the city to make his own living. He started dancing
and was given a gig at the Royal Show. His family are at the show with the
milking cattle and they spend more time arguing. He feels unsupported by them,
and can’t get them see his performances. Kristie is a distraction, an enjoyable
distraction at first, but then she steals his heart. Their shared lust turns
into something deeper and more special between them.
from the farm he loved to the city to make his own living. He started dancing
and was given a gig at the Royal Show. His family are at the show with the
milking cattle and they spend more time arguing. He feels unsupported by them,
and can’t get them see his performances. Kristie is a distraction, an enjoyable
distraction at first, but then she steals his heart. Their shared lust turns
into something deeper and more special between them.
Can both of them stand up to their families and
follow their hearts to begin a relationship and their lives together?
follow their hearts to begin a relationship and their lives together?
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Stealing the Show (Show Time Fever Book 2)
Text Copyright © 2017 Lilliana Rose
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“Here you go, miss.” The guy slid her coffee
toward her.
toward her.
“Ta.” Slamming a lid on the top of the paper cup,
Kristie quickly turned around to hurry back to Ellie. She collided with someone
else. Her hand crushed the paper cup, causing the lid to pop off and coffee to
squirt in the air.
Kristie quickly turned around to hurry back to Ellie. She collided with someone
else. Her hand crushed the paper cup, causing the lid to pop off and coffee to
squirt in the air.
“Shit.” Kristie quickly changed hands on the paper
cup, shaking off the hot coffee that had landed on her skin. Her anger flared
as she glanced for the person she’d bumped into.
cup, shaking off the hot coffee that had landed on her skin. Her anger flared
as she glanced for the person she’d bumped into.
“Sorry.”
She gazed up straight into the softest blue eyes
that cooled her anger at losing half her coffee, which was now staining her
good shirt. Damn it all. Heat flushed her checks. She knew damn well that she
hadn’t been looking where she was going.
that cooled her anger at losing half her coffee, which was now staining her
good shirt. Damn it all. Heat flushed her checks. She knew damn well that she
hadn’t been looking where she was going.
Her voice caught in her throat as her eyes soaked
in his features as if he were the caffeine shot she needed. Just taller than
her, his tousled blonde hair was styled in a deliberate unkempt manner, dark
stubble graced his chin, and he stood slightly taller than her average height
of five foot five. His biceps bulged at the edge of the tight shirt he was wearing,
and with a quick glance down. Tight waist, and a flush of heat made her lift
her eyes. In one second flat, she had gone through her requirements and by
appearance alone he ticked every one.
in his features as if he were the caffeine shot she needed. Just taller than
her, his tousled blonde hair was styled in a deliberate unkempt manner, dark
stubble graced his chin, and he stood slightly taller than her average height
of five foot five. His biceps bulged at the edge of the tight shirt he was wearing,
and with a quick glance down. Tight waist, and a flush of heat made her lift
her eyes. In one second flat, she had gone through her requirements and by
appearance alone he ticked every one.
She swallowed hard. “My fault.”
Her voice squeaked and she cringed. Get a hold of
yourself. She wasn’t looking for a fling. Or even anything more serious, not
since the scare on her dad’s life. She had to be ready to run the farm. But
this guy, standing in front of her, apologising when it was clearly her fault had
set a fire low in her belly, and muscles contracting with hope.
yourself. She wasn’t looking for a fling. Or even anything more serious, not
since the scare on her dad’s life. She had to be ready to run the farm. But
this guy, standing in front of her, apologising when it was clearly her fault had
set a fire low in her belly, and muscles contracting with hope.
“I’m in a rush. Meet me here after the show and
I’ll get you another coffee.” His blue eyes soft and intense seemed to speak at
a soul level to her.
I’ll get you another coffee.” His blue eyes soft and intense seemed to speak at
a soul level to her.
Kristie paused. About half the coffee was on the
ground or down the front of her blue striped shirt, and some on her blue jeans.
But there was enough in the paper cup. “It’ll be all right. It was an accident.”
ground or down the front of her blue striped shirt, and some on her blue jeans.
But there was enough in the paper cup. “It’ll be all right. It was an accident.”
“No, promise me you’ll be here.” He put his hand
on her arm. The heat from his palm burned through the material of her shirt,
causing her knees to weaken.
on her arm. The heat from his palm burned through the material of her shirt,
causing her knees to weaken.
“Please.”
Bloody
hell. “I’ll be here.” He smiled, then hurried away. Kristie stood there, staring at him, his tight
arse in particular until he disappeared in the crowd. She sighed. Took a sip of
her coffee. Can I really meet him here after the show?
hell. “I’ll be here.” He smiled, then hurried away. Kristie stood there, staring at him, his tight
arse in particular until he disappeared in the crowd. She sighed. Took a sip of
her coffee. Can I really meet him here after the show?
Grand Parade (Show Time Fever Book 2)
Megan is a young photographer with her first real
job at the Royal Adelaide Show, where she has to capture the agricultural
event. As a city girl, she is clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy
bull, she is kicked in the head.
job at the Royal Adelaide Show, where she has to capture the agricultural
event. As a city girl, she is clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy
bull, she is kicked in the head.
Guilty that his bull hurt someone and aware of the
painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson
takes care of Megan.
painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson
takes care of Megan.
Megan is determined that she will be all right and
continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to
make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.
continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to
make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.
Recovering, Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson,
but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl,
but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl,
even
for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to
take life in a new direction, with him?
for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to
take life in a new direction, with him?
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Lilliana has grown up on a farm in Australia, and
has now swapped her work boots for city heels. Country life remains strong in
her heart and this comes out in the characters and stories she creates.
has now swapped her work boots for city heels. Country life remains strong in
her heart and this comes out in the characters and stories she creates.
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Stealing The Show by Lilliana Rose
Title: Stealing the Show
Series: Show Time Fever #2
Author: Lilliana Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 8, 2017
Blurb
Kristie comes to the Royal Adelaide Show every year with the sheep. This year will she return with more than just prizes? Or will she steal the heart of a man as well, and snag the love of her life?
Kristie Johnson plans to run the family farm one day. As the only child, she lives with her parents and struggles to get them to see that she can make her own decisions and that she is a grown woman. Then, she meets Tully Row, a dancer performing at the show and she turns to him for a few days of fun. Instead she finds herself falling for him, especially when she finds out he’s a country boy himself.
The youngest of three sons, Tully was forced away from the farm he loved to the city to make his own living. He started dancing and was given a gig at the Royal Show. His family are at the show with the milking cattle and they spend more time arguing. He feels unsupported by them, and can’t get them see his performances. Kristie is a distraction, an enjoyable distraction at first, but then she steals his heart. Their shared lust turns into something deeper and more special between them.
Can both of them stand up to their families and follow their hearts to begin a relationship and their lives together?
Can both of them stand up to their families and follow their hearts to begin a relationship and their lives together?
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Excerpt
“Here you go, miss.” The guy slid her coffee toward her.
“Ta.” Slamming a lid on the top of the paper cup, Kristie quickly turned around to hurry back to Ellie. She collided with someone else. Her hand crushed the paper cup, causing the lid to pop off and coffee to squirt in the air.
“Shit.” Kristie quickly changed hands on the paper cup, shaking off the hot coffee that had landed on her skin. Her anger flared as she glanced for the person she’d bumped into.
“Sorry.”
She gazed up straight into the softest blue eyes that cooled her anger at losing half her coffee, which was now staining her good shirt. Damn it all. Heat flushed her checks. She knew damn well that she hadn’t been looking where she was going.
Her voice caught in her throat as her eyes soaked in his features as if he were the caffeine shot she needed. Just taller than her, his tousled blonde hair was styled in a deliberate unkempt manner, dark stubble graced his chin, and he stood slightly taller than her average height of five foot five. His biceps bulged at the edge of the tight shirt he was wearing, and with a quick glance down. Tight waist, and a flush of heat made her lift her eyes. In one second flat, she had gone through her requirements and by appearance alone he ticked every one.
She swallowed hard. “My fault.”
Her voice squeaked and she cringed. Get a hold of yourself. She wasn’t looking for a fling. Or even anything more serious, not since the scare on her dad’s life. She had to be ready to run the farm. But this guy, standing in front of her, apologising when it was clearly her fault had set a fire low in her belly, and muscles contracting with hope.
“I’m in a rush. Meet me here after the show and I’ll get you another coffee.” His blue eyes soft and intense seemed to speak at a soul level to her.
Kristie paused. About half the coffee was on the ground or down the front of her blue striped shirt, and some on her blue jeans. But there was enough in the paper cup. “It’ll be all right. It was an accident.”
“No, promise me you’ll be here.” He put his hand on her arm. The heat from his palm burned through the material of her shirt, causing her knees to weaken.
“Please.”
“Ta.” Slamming a lid on the top of the paper cup, Kristie quickly turned around to hurry back to Ellie. She collided with someone else. Her hand crushed the paper cup, causing the lid to pop off and coffee to squirt in the air.
“Shit.” Kristie quickly changed hands on the paper cup, shaking off the hot coffee that had landed on her skin. Her anger flared as she glanced for the person she’d bumped into.
“Sorry.”
She gazed up straight into the softest blue eyes that cooled her anger at losing half her coffee, which was now staining her good shirt. Damn it all. Heat flushed her checks. She knew damn well that she hadn’t been looking where she was going.
Her voice caught in her throat as her eyes soaked in his features as if he were the caffeine shot she needed. Just taller than her, his tousled blonde hair was styled in a deliberate unkempt manner, dark stubble graced his chin, and he stood slightly taller than her average height of five foot five. His biceps bulged at the edge of the tight shirt he was wearing, and with a quick glance down. Tight waist, and a flush of heat made her lift her eyes. In one second flat, she had gone through her requirements and by appearance alone he ticked every one.
She swallowed hard. “My fault.”
Her voice squeaked and she cringed. Get a hold of yourself. She wasn’t looking for a fling. Or even anything more serious, not since the scare on her dad’s life. She had to be ready to run the farm. But this guy, standing in front of her, apologising when it was clearly her fault had set a fire low in her belly, and muscles contracting with hope.
“I’m in a rush. Meet me here after the show and I’ll get you another coffee.” His blue eyes soft and intense seemed to speak at a soul level to her.
Kristie paused. About half the coffee was on the ground or down the front of her blue striped shirt, and some on her blue jeans. But there was enough in the paper cup. “It’ll be all right. It was an accident.”
“No, promise me you’ll be here.” He put his hand on her arm. The heat from his palm burned through the material of her shirt, causing her knees to weaken.
“Please.”
Bloody hell. “I’ll be here. Good.” He smiled, then hurried away. Kristie stood there, staring at him, his tight arse in particular until he disappeared in the crowd. She sighed. Took a sip of her coffee. Can I really meet him here after the show?
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Grand Parade by Lilliana Rose
Title: Grand Parade
Series: Show Time Fever #1
Author: Lilliana Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2017
Blurb
Megan is a young photographer with her first real job at the Royal Adelaide Show, where she has to capture the agricultural event. As a city girl, she is clueless, and when she gets too close to a grumpy bull, she is kicked in the head.
Guilty that his bull hurt someone and aware of the painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson takes care of Megan.
Megan is determined that she will be all right and continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.
Recovering, Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson, but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl, even for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to take life in a new direction, with him?
Guilty that his bull hurt someone and aware of the painful side effects of head injuries due to the loss of his sister, Jackson takes care of Megan.
Megan is determined that she will be all right and continues photographing during the day before collapsing. Jackson is there to make sure she is taken to hospital and cared for.
Recovering, Megan finds herself drawn to Jackson, but she’s not sure that she can be anything than a city girl, even for love. Can Jackson, in his quiet, strong, country-boy style, convince her to take life in a new direction, with him?
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Excerpt
“Look out!”
Megan saw a blur of cream through her lens, and was about to put down the camera when something connected with the side of her skull. She screamed, the only reaction she could manage. An explosion went off in her head. Tiny sparks flashed on the edge of her vision as she fell backward. Her mind filled with something like a night sky, black with tiny lights that crept further into her vision every time she blinked. It fascinated and distracted her from the pain that throbbed in her head.
She thudded on her backside on the concrete. A new wave of pain swept through her body. Air escaped from her lungs and Megan gasped. She managed to piece together that she’d been hit in the head, though by what exactly she wasn’t sure. People rushed towards her.
Embarrassment flooded into her cheeks. The last thing she wanted to be was the center of attention. That’s why she was a photographer. She could hide behind the camera. My camera? She reached for it, and sighed with relief when her fingers wrapped around it. She looked down at her SLR digital Canon camera, and it appeared to be in one piece. It was hard to tell because of the pounding in her head.
More stars flashed. She noticed they twinkled in time with the bursts of pain.
“They don’t have points.” Megan knew she had spoken, but her voice sounded faraway, and not at all like her own.
“Are you okay?” A man knelt beside her. He was one of the men she’d been distracted by. She tried to look at him, but could only see the flashing stars now retreating to the edge of her vision. A fog seeped into her mind and she struggled to think clearly.
“No points,” she said again with disappointment. She’d never had a serious injury before, never broken any bones, nothing like today’s accident. So, this is what it’s like to see stars. The expression used didn’t describe the experience at all. Megan touched the side of her head, to make sure it was still there. She hadn’t blanked out which she figured was a good thing.
“What are you talking about?” The man touched her shoulder.
“The stars I can see,” said Megan, not totally processing what he had said. She looked at him. He was young, mid- twenties, about her age. His broad-rimmed hat hid most of his blond hair, and his blue eyes were crystal sharp. Light stubble edged his broad jawline. He was hot. She was rather impressed she had managed to work that out through the haze flooding her mind.
“Shit.” He rested his hand on her shoulder. “My Bruce hit your head, more like grazed it along the side from the looks of the mark, but still I’m sorry he was such a shit.”
“Bruce?” Megan looked at him, trying to understand. “Is that your name?”
“No. My bull. His hoof struck your head. Lucky it was only a half jump he made, and it wasn’t a full on blow.”
Megan saw a blur of cream through her lens, and was about to put down the camera when something connected with the side of her skull. She screamed, the only reaction she could manage. An explosion went off in her head. Tiny sparks flashed on the edge of her vision as she fell backward. Her mind filled with something like a night sky, black with tiny lights that crept further into her vision every time she blinked. It fascinated and distracted her from the pain that throbbed in her head.
She thudded on her backside on the concrete. A new wave of pain swept through her body. Air escaped from her lungs and Megan gasped. She managed to piece together that she’d been hit in the head, though by what exactly she wasn’t sure. People rushed towards her.
Embarrassment flooded into her cheeks. The last thing she wanted to be was the center of attention. That’s why she was a photographer. She could hide behind the camera. My camera? She reached for it, and sighed with relief when her fingers wrapped around it. She looked down at her SLR digital Canon camera, and it appeared to be in one piece. It was hard to tell because of the pounding in her head.
More stars flashed. She noticed they twinkled in time with the bursts of pain.
“They don’t have points.” Megan knew she had spoken, but her voice sounded faraway, and not at all like her own.
“Are you okay?” A man knelt beside her. He was one of the men she’d been distracted by. She tried to look at him, but could only see the flashing stars now retreating to the edge of her vision. A fog seeped into her mind and she struggled to think clearly.
“No points,” she said again with disappointment. She’d never had a serious injury before, never broken any bones, nothing like today’s accident. So, this is what it’s like to see stars. The expression used didn’t describe the experience at all. Megan touched the side of her head, to make sure it was still there. She hadn’t blanked out which she figured was a good thing.
“What are you talking about?” The man touched her shoulder.
“The stars I can see,” said Megan, not totally processing what he had said. She looked at him. He was young, mid- twenties, about her age. His broad-rimmed hat hid most of his blond hair, and his blue eyes were crystal sharp. Light stubble edged his broad jawline. He was hot. She was rather impressed she had managed to work that out through the haze flooding her mind.
“Shit.” He rested his hand on her shoulder. “My Bruce hit your head, more like grazed it along the side from the looks of the mark, but still I’m sorry he was such a shit.”
“Bruce?” Megan looked at him, trying to understand. “Is that your name?”
“No. My bull. His hoof struck your head. Lucky it was only a half jump he made, and it wasn’t a full on blow.”
“Oh, so that’s what happened.” She wasn’t sure it was a half kick from the way her head felt. The adrenalin was dissipating and a heavy thudding took hold in her head. Megan tried to smile at the man by her side. This wasn’t the time to flirt, but heck, she couldn’t help it.
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