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Break Your Heart by Tracey Alvarez
Title: Break Your Heart
Series: Bounty Bay #5
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 15, 2018
Blurb
Fake girlfriend. Real sizzle. What could possibly go wrong?
Sam Ngata has the talent of creating something out of almost nothing in his successful wood carving business, Kauri Whare. That talent doesn’t extend to producing a serious girlfriend out of nowhere when he implies to a huge overseas investor that he’s a one-woman kind of man. Big on domestic bliss and honesty, the investor is due to arrive in less than ten days time with a deal that’d provide Sam’s family-operated business with invaluable future security. Now Sam just has to find a woman willing to fake it until they make it — the deal, that is — with no strings attached.
Single mum Vee Sullivan needs a man in her life like a flightless kiwi bird needs wings to soar. She has a precocious little girl to provide for and she’s in the middle of expanding her clothing business — with an eye on Kauri Whare’s newest retail space. Unfortunately, it’d take a small miracle for her to afford the lease. So when childhood crush, Sam, offers her a one week only role of pretending to be his ‘serious’ girlfriend in exchange for three months waived lease, Vee is sorely tempted. But saying yes to fake girlfriend means she might not be able to say no to real passion. Someone’s going to get their heart broken…
Sam Ngata has the talent of creating something out of almost nothing in his successful wood carving business, Kauri Whare. That talent doesn’t extend to producing a serious girlfriend out of nowhere when he implies to a huge overseas investor that he’s a one-woman kind of man. Big on domestic bliss and honesty, the investor is due to arrive in less than ten days time with a deal that’d provide Sam’s family-operated business with invaluable future security. Now Sam just has to find a woman willing to fake it until they make it — the deal, that is — with no strings attached.
Single mum Vee Sullivan needs a man in her life like a flightless kiwi bird needs wings to soar. She has a precocious little girl to provide for and she’s in the middle of expanding her clothing business — with an eye on Kauri Whare’s newest retail space. Unfortunately, it’d take a small miracle for her to afford the lease. So when childhood crush, Sam, offers her a one week only role of pretending to be his ‘serious’ girlfriend in exchange for three months waived lease, Vee is sorely tempted. But saying yes to fake girlfriend means she might not be able to say no to real passion. Someone’s going to get their heart broken…
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Excerpt
“What
you’re saying is I’m crap at kissing?” Then realizing that sounded a little
whiny with a side of fishing for a compliment, she added, “I mean, crap at
kissing you, in particular. I’m a good
kisser—a great kisser under normal circumstances, but nothing
about this situation is normal. With you, I mean. There’s nothing normal about
kissing you or you kissing me, for that matter.” Somebody shut her up. Right
about now she’d welcome becoming a great white shark’s predinner snack.
The corner
of his mouth ticked up. “Come here.”
Whoa,
now.
She was
close enough to see the gleam in his eyes. The gleam from a man who’d been
issued a challenge and wouldn’t back down.
“No need,”
she said. “I’m reading you loud and clear. I’ll add more hand-holding,
proprietary grooming, sweet-nothing whispering, and snuggles to my routine.
Good talk.”
She made to
splash past him but he snagged her wrist, and, aided by a swelling wave, reeled
her in. He released her as the wave swept her into his chest and she was forced
to grip his shoulders. Okay, not precisely forced, but since her
feet still couldn’t reach the sand it was either hold onto him or sink.
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Author Bio
Fuelled by copious amounts of coffee, USA
TODAY bestselling author Tracey Alvarez writes steamy but heart-warming
contemporary romances set in New Zealand. Her two series, STEWART ISLAND and BOUNTY
BAY, both focus on small coastal towns, close communities, and family.
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Quake by Tracey Alvarez
Title: Quake
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 9, 2018
Cover Designer: Book Covers By Design
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
He'll shake her foundations…
Ana Grace is living a single mother's worst nightmare. Separated from her two kids by a catastrophic earthquake, she's trapped in her office building with a man she's only just met. He's a sexy former soldier, and possibly the only man able to help her navigate the dangerous landscape home.
Daniel Calder is tired of failing people he's tried to help, but since Ana is his younger sister's boss, he's caught between a rock and a hard place. That rock keeps shifting under his feet, shaking his determination not to become emotionally involved with another damsel in distress.
But when an unforeseen enemy rises from a city in chaos, Ana Grace and her family are in the crosshairs. There's so much more at stake than just their hearts, and the clock is ticking.
Once on the second floor ledge, Daniel followed her directions to descend another story, where he dropped the last six feet to land catlike on the ground. He brushed a smattering of dust from his shoulder and stalked toward her, a tawny panther of a man.
It was a moment that slashed a line in the sand. On one side was Nadia’s brother and the perfect guy to have around in an emergency. On the other side of the line, the one she’d inadvertently stepped over, was simply Daniel. Ana could no longer deny her awareness of him, how he made her blood thrum and heat wash through her body.
He stopped close enough that she could count each individual flake of brick that dotted his shirt. Heat blistered off him, carrying his unique scent and the raw sting of fresh male sweat. Her mouth went dry, as if the warmth of his body sucked out all the moisture.
“Could’ve done it blindfolded, huh?” The tip of her tongue swept out to dampen lips that trembled under his fierce contemplation. “You might’ve been killed.”
Daniel didn’t reply. Instead, he slid a hand along the curve of her jaw. She shivered as his long fingers cradled the back of her head and used them as gentle leverage to pull her off balance. Her hands splayed against his chest, her palms soaking up the heat released from taut muscle.
“I didn’t need to see. I had you.”
“Daniel, I don’t think we, I mean I—” Her voice contained a huskiness she didn’t recognize. It was like eavesdropping on a stranger. A stranger who wasted her breath by protesting the inevitable.
It was a moment that slashed a line in the sand. On one side was Nadia’s brother and the perfect guy to have around in an emergency. On the other side of the line, the one she’d inadvertently stepped over, was simply Daniel. Ana could no longer deny her awareness of him, how he made her blood thrum and heat wash through her body.
He stopped close enough that she could count each individual flake of brick that dotted his shirt. Heat blistered off him, carrying his unique scent and the raw sting of fresh male sweat. Her mouth went dry, as if the warmth of his body sucked out all the moisture.
“Could’ve done it blindfolded, huh?” The tip of her tongue swept out to dampen lips that trembled under his fierce contemplation. “You might’ve been killed.”
Daniel didn’t reply. Instead, he slid a hand along the curve of her jaw. She shivered as his long fingers cradled the back of her head and used them as gentle leverage to pull her off balance. Her hands splayed against his chest, her palms soaking up the heat released from taut muscle.
“I didn’t need to see. I had you.”
“Daniel, I don’t think we, I mean I—” Her voice contained a huskiness she didn’t recognize. It was like eavesdropping on a stranger. A stranger who wasted her breath by protesting the inevitable.
Copyright © Tracey Alvarez 2018
Tracey Alvarez is a USA Today Bestselling Author living in the Coolest Little Capital in the World (a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand). Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy, she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic devices.
Fuelled by copious amounts of coffee, she's the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes-Kiwi men, in other words.
When she's not writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or bribing her kids to take over the housework.
Saying I Do by Tracey Alvarez
Title: Saying I Do
A Stewart Island Series Standalone
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 19, 2017
Blurb
Marriage and happily-ever-after are for suckers…
Joe Whelan was fooled once on the way to the altar, and the
Irish doctor isn’t about to be an eejit over a woman again. Especially not one
who witnessed his broken-hearted humiliation years ago. He won’t be swayed by
the sparks that fly whenever his eyes meet MacKenna’s or distracted by her
sweet kisses. The only thing Joe cares about is preventing his sister from
making the biggest marital mistake of her life.
Irish doctor isn’t about to be an eejit over a woman again. Especially not one
who witnessed his broken-hearted humiliation years ago. He won’t be swayed by
the sparks that fly whenever his eyes meet MacKenna’s or distracted by her
sweet kisses. The only thing Joe cares about is preventing his sister from
making the biggest marital mistake of her life.
MacKenna Jones loves a good wedding—so long as she’s sewing
the bride’s gown, not walking down the aisle herself. Falling for Joe Whelan’s
sexy bedside manner wasn’t on the cards, neither was a seven-day road trip with
him to Las Vegas, the Marriage Capital of the World. When the stakes are so high, will these two
gun-shy cynics ever say I Do?
the bride’s gown, not walking down the aisle herself. Falling for Joe Whelan’s
sexy bedside manner wasn’t on the cards, neither was a seven-day road trip with
him to Las Vegas, the Marriage Capital of the World. When the stakes are so high, will these two
gun-shy cynics ever say I Do?
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Mac
continued to gaze lustfully into the all-marble bathroom and giant tub that
could easily hold a wedding party of six. As much as she wanted to soak in a
tub filled with bubbles, if she wasn’t to be a complete wreck meeting Joe’s
family later, she needed to crawl beneath those sheets and sleep for at least
an hour.
continued to gaze lustfully into the all-marble bathroom and giant tub that
could easily hold a wedding party of six. As much as she wanted to soak in a
tub filled with bubbles, if she wasn’t to be a complete wreck meeting Joe’s
family later, she needed to crawl beneath those sheets and sleep for at least
an hour.
“Shower and
sleep,” she said. “I’m on an unstoppable trajectory to get clean and
unconscious.”
sleep,” she said. “I’m on an unstoppable trajectory to get clean and
unconscious.”
“Party pooper.”
He grinned
that sexy, promising a good time
grin, and she nearly caved. Before Mac changed her mind, she ducked into the
bathroom and shut the door. Locked it. Keeping temptation out of reach—for her,
not him. Tapping her phone, she selected her favorite playlist and cranked up
the volume. Nothing like Freddy Mercury’s soaring vocal plea for someone to
love to set the mood for a refreshing, loooong shower.
that sexy, promising a good time
grin, and she nearly caved. Before Mac changed her mind, she ducked into the
bathroom and shut the door. Locked it. Keeping temptation out of reach—for her,
not him. Tapping her phone, she selected her favorite playlist and cranked up
the volume. Nothing like Freddy Mercury’s soaring vocal plea for someone to
love to set the mood for a refreshing, loooong shower.
Mac sang
along—too bad if Joe didn’t like her voice—and took her time under the
steaming-hot jets while Freddy gave way to Madonna, Bryan Adams, and Simple
Minds.
along—too bad if Joe didn’t like her voice—and took her time under the
steaming-hot jets while Freddy gave way to Madonna, Bryan Adams, and Simple
Minds.
Once her
fingers started to prune, she relented and got out, pouncing on the free bottle
of expensive body lotion. While Cyndi told the world about girls just wanting
to have fun, Mac finished slathering on the lotion. She’d been a little
premature turning down the opportunity to mess up the sheets with Joe because
parts of her were very refreshed.
fingers started to prune, she relented and got out, pouncing on the free bottle
of expensive body lotion. While Cyndi told the world about girls just wanting
to have fun, Mac finished slathering on the lotion. She’d been a little
premature turning down the opportunity to mess up the sheets with Joe because
parts of her were very refreshed.
She flung
open the bathroom door, shimmying everything she had, the chorus on her lips—and
met the startled gaze of Joe, beer bottle in hand…and two other men.
open the bathroom door, shimmying everything she had, the chorus on her lips—and
met the startled gaze of Joe, beer bottle in hand…and two other men.
One sat on
the sofa, the other reclined on their bed, beer balanced on his flat stomach.
Three pairs of eyes locked on her assets, jaws sagged, followed by wide,
appreciative smiles by the two strangers. Joe turned a murderous stare at the
two men—who were obviously his brothers, judging by their same coloring and
bright blue eyes.
the sofa, the other reclined on their bed, beer balanced on his flat stomach.
Three pairs of eyes locked on her assets, jaws sagged, followed by wide,
appreciative smiles by the two strangers. Joe turned a murderous stare at the
two men—who were obviously his brothers, judging by their same coloring and
bright blue eyes.
Mac froze
momentarily, like a possum in a hunter’s spotlight, a flight or fight response
kicking in, even though in this case, embarrassment would kill her before the
adrenaline overdose. She bit down on the urge to shriek like a train whistle
and slapped an attitude-infused hand on her waist instead. What was the point
of rushing away when men had a photographic memory for boobs and bums? They’d
be retelling this story for years.
momentarily, like a possum in a hunter’s spotlight, a flight or fight response
kicking in, even though in this case, embarrassment would kill her before the
adrenaline overdose. She bit down on the urge to shriek like a train whistle
and slapped an attitude-infused hand on her waist instead. What was the point
of rushing away when men had a photographic memory for boobs and bums? They’d
be retelling this story for years.
“You must
be Joe’s brothers,” she said. “Nice to meetcha.” As if she met her boyfriend’s
family bare-assed every day of the week.
be Joe’s brothers,” she said. “Nice to meetcha.” As if she met her boyfriend’s
family bare-assed every day of the week.
“Pleasure
is all ours,” said the brother from the bed, lifting his beer in a silent
toast. “I’m Kyle.”
is all ours,” said the brother from the bed, lifting his beer in a silent
toast. “I’m Kyle.”
“Luke,” the
older of the two men said, from the sofa. “We brought beer.”
older of the two men said, from the sofa. “We brought beer.”
Both men,
after their initial surprise, met her gaze squarely without their gazes
lowering to her…assets. Now if she could just figure out how to make a graceful
exit…
after their initial surprise, met her gaze squarely without their gazes
lowering to her…assets. Now if she could just figure out how to make a graceful
exit…
Joe solved
the issue by hauling the gold-and-purple bed runner off the comforter and
crossing the room in double time to wrap it around her, using the bulk of his
body to block his brothers’ view.
the issue by hauling the gold-and-purple bed runner off the comforter and
crossing the room in double time to wrap it around her, using the bulk of his
body to block his brothers’ view.
“Flippin’
hell, Mac,” he muttered, tucking the tail of fabric between her breasts.
hell, Mac,” he muttered, tucking the tail of fabric between her breasts.
His voice
was gruff, but not with the chastisement she’d assumed. His face told her he
was caught between laughter, annoyance, and possessive arousal. Suddenly, she
wanted the Whelan brothers gone. Suddenly, she didn’t need a nap, she just
needed Joe.
was gruff, but not with the chastisement she’d assumed. His face told her he
was caught between laughter, annoyance, and possessive arousal. Suddenly, she
wanted the Whelan brothers gone. Suddenly, she didn’t need a nap, she just
needed Joe.
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Author Bio
Tracey Alvarez is a
USA Today Bestselling Author living in the Coolest Little Capital in the World
(a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand). Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy,
she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic
devices.
USA Today Bestselling Author living in the Coolest Little Capital in the World
(a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand). Married to a wonderfully supportive IT guy,
she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their electronic
devices.
Fuelled by copious
amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly
in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of
the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi
men, in other words.
amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly
in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of
the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi
men, in other words.
When she’s not
writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can
be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or
bribing her kids to take over the housework.
writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can
be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or
bribing her kids to take over the housework.
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Teach Your Heart by Tracey Alvarez
Book Title: Teach Your Heart
Author: Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 30 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Doctor O-for-Awesome Owen Bennett is all about fixing broken things. Then the arrival of his orphaned nieces and nephew for twelve weeks causes his workaholic life to plummet into chaos. Hiring the beautiful but unpredictable Gracie Cooper as a live-in nanny might just get him out of a tight spot…or it could seduce him into a reckless affair.
After four years flitting around Europe, waitress/dog-walker/au-pair Gracie Cooper has returned home to New Zealand. Her plans to hang out with her big brother change when Owen offers a perfect solution to her crippling university debt. In spite of her sexy-stick-in-the-mud boss, she’ll spend fun days playing in Bounty Bay’s sand and surf with three cute kids. At summer’s end she’ll follow the sun overseas again.
Gracie and Owen’s opposites-attract connection is so unexpected and powerful that their foundations are rocked. But some things aren’t easy to fix. Some past hurts can’t be run from forever. And the lessons they teach each other risk breaking their hearts.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you,” came his voice from behind the closed drapes.
“I’m awake. I’m awake.”
Parts of her were very awake, so make that three-quarters turned on since a delicious shiver zipped down her spine at the thought of him outside her room. She tugged on her robe, catching a glimpse of herself in the wall mirror.
Ugh.
Resisting the real deal wouldn’t be a problem. Rephrase that—Owen resisting her wouldn’t be a problem. Not sporting frizzy hair like a before photo for a hair-straightening product, her face flushed carnation pink, and a deep pillowcase groove marking her cheek. Dead sexy. Not.
And, oh God—morning breath. Gracie lunged for her handbag and found a packet of mints. She popped one into her mouth and speed-crunched it as she tightened the robe’s belt.
Finally, she yanked the full length drapes open to a bare-footed Owen wearing ancient blue jeans—which, yum, clung to his legs—and a plaid shirt layered over a white tee shirt. His short brown hair stuck up in a dozen different directions, and two days’ worth of stubble covered his jaw. And, yeah, she’d noticed he hadn’t shaved when he’d disappeared off to work yesterday morning.
Gracie slid open the door, and a wave of salt-tinted ocean breeze swept over her. She took a moment to suck a deep lungful down and hoped the fresh air flowing into her room would cool her jets. So to speak. Because even as jaded as Owen looked—and, bless him, it proved he was actually human—she still wanted to grab him by his plaid lapels and kiss the living daylights out of him again.
She tucked her hands under her armpits, just in case, and leaned on the doorframe. “Let me guess…since I’m a former bartender, you’d like me to whip you up a hair of the dog?”
He crinkled his nose. Adorable and hot—so unfair.
“I’m not hungover,” he said.
“My bad. You’re not your usual Barbie Dreamhouse self. Rough night?”
“You could say that.” He scratched his fingernails along his jaw. “But Barbie Dreamhouse?”
“Charlie thinks you look like a Ken doll.”
“Nice. Glad to inform you that I’m not molded from plastic.” His lips curved. “You’re not looking Barbie Dreamhouse yourself this morning. Rough night?”
True, but ouch. “Now that we’ve established I look like Frankenstein’s bride—”
“Never said that. I think you look cute. All rumpled and flushed like you’ve just been”—his gaze dipped to the V-neckline of her robe then jumped up to rest on her mouth—“woken up by some jerk banging on your door.”
Like you’ve just been…banged senseless in the last few minutes. Seriously not helping her control her internal thermostat.
©Tracey Alvarez 2016
Fuelled by copious amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction set predominantly in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families are a big part of the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot, down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi men, in other words.
When she’s not writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or bribing her kids to take over the housework.
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