Showing posts with label Tracey Rogers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tracey Rogers. Show all posts

Monday, 15 September 2014

Employee of the Month by Tracey Rogers

Thank you for hosting me today! Here’s my latest release Employee of the Month.



Blurb

Some rules are made to be broken…

Rule number 1: No touching

Rule number 2: No kissing

Rule number 3: Never, ever, fall in love

Holly Wilder finds some of those rules pretty difficult to follow during her boss’s visits to present the Employee of the Month award. A relationship between them is prohibited, and even if it wasn’t, Holly has no intention of ever falling in love again. But that doesn’t stop her from craving Max’s touch.

Hotel owner Max Lazzari never expected to break his own rules, especially when they are so important to him. But sexy employee Holly is too hard to resist. Their no-strings, secret arrangement fits in perfectly with his no-commitment plan. A plan to ensure that no woman will ever again have the opportunity to hurt him.

Sizzling nights together mean Holly and Max start looking forward to the monthly visits more and more. Until they are both brought down to earth with a bump—a pregnancy one!

Will rule breaking lead to broken hearts?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and some strong language

Buy links: Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes & Noble, Beachwalk Press

Excerpt


Holly carried a tray holding freshly ground coffee. The plush carpeted corridor absorbed the tension in her legs as she headed to Max Lazzari’s office. Dragging air deep into her lungs, she inhaled the aroma of coffee, allowing it to invigorate her senses.

Must be professional, she reminded her lust-filled brain, though her body’s reactions were refusing to comply.

Balancing the tray on one of her not quite controlled arms, Holly sucked in a breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in." His deep tone made her tray wobble. She watched with wide eyes as the coffee almost sloshed over the rim of the cup, then watched how the ripples of liquid aftershock mirrored the way her insides felt.


Complete turmoil.
She opened the door and looked at the man with his dark head dipped to the computer screen. "Your coffee, Mr. Lazzari." The door fell closed behind her. Her brow furrowed when she spotted the full coffee pot plugged into the machine behind him.

His keen green eyes, hooded beneath long lashes, were lifted up at her.

She carried the tray over to set it on the desk. "I believe you wanted to speak to me about an upcoming function. Which function would that be?"

He rose, startling her. Her shaky fingers still gripped the tray, but now her hold whitened her knuckles. The cup rattled.

"This one," his husky voice said. With a grin he took her chin in his hand and captured her mouth with his. He dropped his hand, bracing both of them on the desk to kiss her more thoroughly, more deeply.

Holly allowed arousal to cascade through her, absorbing the softness and skill of his lips as he teased and swept, offering her the taste she’d been craving. She lifted her hand to thread her fingers through the dark hair at his nape.

God, she’d been waiting for this.

Arching closer, her thighs dug hard into the desk edge. She tilted her head, inviting him deeper. If her darned pencil skirt wasn’t so tight she’d have crawled over the desk by now. She heard a soft groan. Hers.

"Missed me?" Max chuckled as he gave her his now familiar lopsided grin. The one she held in her memory to help her through the weeks.

"I did," she confirmed, frowning as she mourned the loss of his lips. "There was an extra day in this month."

She rested her palms over his jaw, covering the dimples in his tanned cheeks. She liked the feel of his smooth, clean shaven skin, the warmth against her needy hands.

"But you broke the rules, Mr. Lazzari. Absolutely no touching at work, remember?"


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Author Bio

 


Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very attractive accessory.

A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and I refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a page. I hope I can sweep you away too.
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Thursday, 19 December 2013

Best Fake Day Review!



When I first saw the title of I was curious, when I saw the cover I was intrigued. The moment I picked up this book, to the moment I finished it, all I could think of was WOW! This is the first book I've read by Tracey Rogers, but I will definitely be reading more. The writing was very good, I was so swept up in the story that I was glued to my kindle the entire day and didn't stop until I'd finished.
The leading lady of the story, Izzy was just the right amount of girl next door. She was the younger sister of a star, but the author didn't play too much on this, and so it was never once a cliché. She was strong and sassy, and brave enough to show just what she was feeling.
And Jack? Well he was one hell of a hero! Definitely one to drool over. He had it all going on and for those who like their men a little bit tortured, look no further.
The snappy dialogue had me laughing all the way through, although I did get quite emotional at the end. Fast paced an addictive, if your looking for a book that will make you smile every time you think of it, pick this up today! You won't regret it ;)

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Best Fake Day by Tracey Rogers


 

Blurb

Faking it never felt so good.
Wedding photographer and romance lover Izzy Latham dreams of finding her own happily-ever-after. When her former teenage crush arrives at her doorstep, looking sexier than ever, and asks to marry her, it should be her dream come true, right? Wrong. It turns out he doesn't want to actually marry her—he only wants to pretend to marry her.

Marriage hater Jack Carter will do anything to close his latest business deal, including finding a wife. The only person who can help him is his childhood friend, Izzy. Except Izzy isn't a little girl anymore. She's definitely all woman, and there's an attraction between them that's hard to ignore.

Jack has to convince Izzy to fake it, but the problem is that she hates to lie. However, she can't deny her feelings for him either. So when Jack makes her an offer she can't refuse, she reluctantly agrees to help him out.

Faking it is the easy part. But what happens when fake starts to feel so real?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language

 


Excerpt

"Let me work off the money," Izzy said.

She felt Jack's gaze rake over her body, watched the clench of his jaw. "And how are you planning to work it off, Isabel?" he almost growled. "Is that what all of this is about?" he asked as his hand made an indicating sweep over her body. "Dress to impress so you can pay me in kind?"

"Oh God, no," she spluttered. "This is me showing you I'm not the weak, naïve girl I used to be and I won't be pushed around!"

The hard glint in his eyes softened slightly. "You were never weak. Naïve…" He trailed off. "So how exactly were you planning to pay me back?"

"Working here for you for free until I pay you back. I could collect glasses, work the bar, or clean."

"And you have experience in any of those roles?"

"No. But I could learn."

"But what about the house repairs?"

She shrugged. "I could do that during the daytime and work here at night. Then when I'm earning again from my day job I'll pay you back."

"And what exactly is your day job?"

"I'm a photographer. I could even do that here. Take photographs of the patrons and sell them for you."

"You work freelance?"

"I have my own business." She hesitated before elaborating. "As a wedding photographer," she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't snag the teasing opportunity.

Too late. The corner of his mouth quirked until it bloomed until a grin. "A wedding photographer. How appropriate. I knew playing dress-up with your mother's veil and having teddy bears as your guests would have an influence on you one day."

"You mean like wanting to have a traditional wedding where the groom doesn't have to bribe the bride? Yeah, my childhood messed me up real bad," she said with sarcasm.

"You're not working here, Izzy. And this conversation is over."

"No, it's not. I'm giving you a solution to paying off what I owe. I'll work off the amount Ellie paid for our debts and the rest you get from her. So when do I start?"

"You are not working here."

"Why?"

"Do you really want to have some guy groping you as you serve drinks? Or a group of guys? I run a tight ship and look out for my staff, but sometimes it happens."

"I can look after myself. I have been groped before, you know. I can deal with it."

He slid his chair closer, bending his legs so hers surrounded him without touching, but close, very close. He looked up at her under dark lashes. "So if some guy puts a hand on your leg you wouldn’t mind?"

She shook her head.

"And if that hand strayed beneath your dress?" he asked as his hand reached out to graze the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her shudder.

She shook her head slowly, earning a dark look. Of course she would mind. But this was Jack.

He stood abruptly, stepping into the v of her thighs. "And if a guy tried to kiss you?"

"I have been kissed before, remember?" she said, inwardly cringing at how breathless she sounded.

"I remember being a boy kissing you as a girl. If I were to kiss you now I wouldn’t be holding back and I wouldn’t be kissing you as a boy—I’d be kissing you as a man."

"Then do it," she demanded.


 
 

 


Author bio

A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.

You can find me here: http://traceyrogers.wordpress.com/

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Or email me at: traceyrogersaut@gmail.com

 Interview

1. What was your inspiration for this story?
I hit the big 40 next year and I think because of that I’ve reached an age where I keep looking back at my teen years. So then came the idea of Izzy, who never got over her teen crush Jack. She always dreamed of the day he would ask her to marry him, so imagine her surprise when he does. If only it wasn’t fake!
2. Do you see a little bit of yourself in any of your characters?
In Best Fake Day, Izzy is a dreamer and a romantic. Jack remembers Izzy having pretend weddings with her toys. There is a possibility that I may have staged weddings with my Sindy dolls and my brother’s Action Man. Okay, make that a big possibility. My older brother wasn’t impressed by this at all.
3. About how long did it take you to write the story?
It took me about five months to write.
4. Did you have any trouble writing it at all?
I must admit I found it more difficult to write my second book. When I wrote Daring to Wish, my first book, I was much more relaxed because I had no expectations on myself. Book 2 and I felt I had that coveted author label to live up to and had many more doubt crows flying around. I shooed them away though ;-)
 
Tell me a little bit about you as a writer
5. Do you have any kind of writing schedule?
I wish I could stick to one! I usually have time to write during school hours, but I find inspiration strikes as soon as the PJ’s come on at night. I do aim for a daily word count and if I’m slacking 1k1hr’s on twitter are a much needed nudge.
6. What is your writing environment like?
I write on my sofa in the living room usually surrounded by tea and coffee cups.
7. And what would your ideal writing environment be like?
Oh Emily, I would love a writing treehouse or a log cabin. Somewhere free from distraction. Except for the male inspiration posters on the walls of course. There would be a roof that slides back in the summer so I can have a nap in my hammock with the sun on my face. The housework fairies would keep it all tidy and write my synopsis for me too. Not that I’ve thought about this at all. ;-)
8. If you’re ever stuck for an idea, how do you go about finding inspiration?
One thing I’ve discovered as a writer is that forced ideas don’t work. If my mind is blank I usually take a step back and read books by my favourite authors. Then when I’m not looking for an idea, five suddenly come along. The one that nags the loudest is a keeper.
9. Did you always want to be a writer?
I did. I wanted to be many things over the years but writing always stayed with me.
10. What’s the first thing you can remember writing? (it doesn’t have to be published)
In primary school I wrote a story called The Mystery Key. I tried to write my first romance during my teens. The heroine for that one is still trapped beneath a hedge somewhere with the hero staring at her behind.
11. Do you have any advice for new writers?
Don’t write purely to become a published author, write because you love to write and enjoy every moment of it. If you love what you do, you won’t give up. The writing community is hugely supportive and there is always someone on social media who can offer advice, so soak it up like a sponge. Twitter writing sprints are fab for motivation.
Just a few days to go until Christmas! So tell me…

12.Will you be taking any time off over Christmas, or powering on through?
I have to admit I get twitchy if I haven’t written for a while so I may sneak some words in.        13. Who’s responsible for Christmas dinner in your house?
It’s my turn to have family over, so dinner will be cooked between hubby and me.
Don’t tell hubby, but his roast potatoes are better than mine!
                               
14. What will you be overindulging in this year?
I don’t drink alcohol but I’m sure there will be lots of chocolate passing my lips. Also
at Christmas I find it hard to stay away from pickled onions.
 
15. Is there a book you’re praying Santa will buy you?
Sadly there’s more than one! The only organised about me are my books. I really
want to finish off my series collection of Immortals After Dark by Kresley Cole.

16. If you could be stuck in the snow, in a cosy log cabin with any man, real or fictional, who would it be?
Brad Pitt! *checks weather forecast and crosses fingers*

17. If you were granted one Christmas wish, what would it be?
To have a nice, peaceful, family Christmas. You can’t beat happy family memories.
But if Santa wants to leave me a bestseller writing pen I wouldn’t mind at all!
Interview



Wednesday, 18 September 2013

Daring to Wish by Tracey Rogers

 

Blurb

What happens when you dare to wish?

In an effort to regain her independence and break out of her shell, shy Eve Ward writes a daring wish list of all the things she wants to do before her thirtieth birthday. It’s a good thing the list is for her eyes only, because some of the items are pretty risqué.

Adrenaline junkie Lucas Riley becomes Eve’s "victim" in a kiss-a-stranger dare, and she thinks he’s perfect for her one-night-with-a-stranger wish.

With Eve, Lucas thinks he’s found the distraction he needs before he has to say goodbye to his bad boy image. When he finds Eve’s sexy wish list, he can’t keep himself from giving into temptation and sneaking a peek, and wish number eight is impossible for him to resist. Being good can wait.

Eve is thrilled when, out of the blue, Lucas offers to take her skydiving. Her sexy stranger has helped her tick so many wishes off her secret list. Her confidence has grown and now she’s having fun both in and out of the bedroom. It seems too good to be true...is it? She can’t shake the niggling suspicion that something’s not quite right.

Content Warning: contains dizzying heights and sensual sex

Genre(s): Contemporary Romance

Beachwalk Press Buy Link


Excerpt

"Wait."

Eve froze mid-turn, halted by his husky command and the tingle radiating from his hand lightly grasping her wrist. She met his gaze and realized how wrong she’d been. He was a million miles away from being uncomplicated. The startling blue of his eyes revealed depths Eve could only imagine drowning in.

"Did you say…nice?" He leaned closer. "I would say that was a lot better than nice. I’m sure if we tried again we could manage spectacular. Don’t you agree?" he drawled.

Maybe nice had been the wrong word to choose Eve relented as she noted his husky tone. It was infinitely better than nice. Try amazing! Her breath hitched as she thought of his kiss again. Knowing he enjoyed it too sent a surge of pleasure through her that settled deep within her belly. Obviously she could do some things right.

If she intended to fulfill her wishes she was going to have to find some confidence from somewhere—and fast! At the moment her confidence seemed to be firmly in the area of her knickers.

Running and hiding now seemed out of the question. Maybe confidence practice would be the lesser of two evils? She paused before turning to face Mr. Hotness for confidence lesson one.

"Hmm..." She pretended to consider. "Maybe you’re right. However, as this was a dare I’m afraid it was a one time opportunity," she added with mock apology. "So I guess we’ll never know."

"You kissed me for a dare?" His brow arched.

Eve nodded. "Uh-huh. My dare was to kiss a stranger."

"A dare, huh? I feel so…so violated." He clutched his free hand to his chest in feigned hurt, although his eyes brimmed with humor and a smile tugged at the corner of his delicious mouth.

"Don’t be offended. I did actually choose you," she blurted before forgetting her cool, calm, and confident aim.

"So you really thought you could violate me then run?"

"That was my plan, yes," she said with a confidence she didn’t quite feel, especially as she was distracted by the thumb lightly stroking her wrist.

"And I didn’t even try to play hard to get. Guess you got lucky."

"Or maybe you did," she countered without thought, mortified as a blush warmed her cheeks at his responding grin.

He grinned, releasing her hand. "Tell me. Do you like to be dared?"

Her eyes widened at the loaded question. "I…I find a challenge hard to resist."

"Damn good thing I’m a challenge."

 


Author Bio

A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.

You can find me here: http://traceyrogers.wordpress.com/
On twitter: https://twitter.com/TraceRbookworm
Or email me at: traceyrogersaut@gmail.com

Or visit my author page here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tracey-Rogers-Author/197643867052117