Friday, July 8, 2016

Book Blitz Tour- STAY by Paige Prince

Title: Stay

Author: Paige Prince

Torquere Press

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Release Date: 7/13/2016

Heat Level: 3

Pairing: M/F

Length: 10,000 words

Genre: Contemporary Romance, M/F Romance
After being burned by her ex-fiancĂ© on the day of her wedding, Charlotte “Charlie” Phillips decides to give up on men and focus on her career. That is, until she meets Evan Rodriguez, an up-and-coming star in the World Wrestling Superstars while on assignment. Their attraction is instantaneous and they begin a steamy affair. But when Evan decides he wants to get serious, will Charlie run for the hills or will she stay? 

Previously published by Secret Cravings Publishing.
I stood in my closet, wrapped in a blue terry cloth towel, my hands on my hips, and chewed on my bottom lip. “What the hell do you wear on a date with a professional wrestler?” Jeans would be far too casual, my little black dress, too dressy. I began pulling clothes from their hangers and tossing them on my bed as I went. Slacks? Maybe. My gray and blue pinstriped pants looked amazing on me, but if I paired them with a white button up, pearls, and my favorite black stilettos that really looked far too business¬like. I didn’t want this to look like a business dinner, but I wasn’t sure how much of a date this was actually going to be. I thumbed through several more items, dismissing my red sweater. While it was great for my already impressive cleavage, it was almost seventy-five degrees outside and I didn’t fancy the idea of sweating through the evening. I dismissed my pink sleeveless shirt, my collection of vintage T-shirts, my football and soccer jerseys, and the various button-up shirts that I’d stolen from previous boyfriends. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying to make him jealous on our first date. Fuck. I have nothing to wear. I threw myself across the bed to call my best friend Melinda, and stared at the ceiling as I waited for her to answer. “Hey gorgeous!” she said, turning the music down. “What’s crackalackin?” “I’m having a minor crisis. I’ve got a date tonight and I don’t know what to wear.” “Must be someone special if you’re not going with your standard jeans, cami, and button¬ up.” “It’s…Evan.” “Evan? I don’t know any Evan.” “Rod…riguez,” I said slowly. “What? Wait, sorry, could you repeat that? I think I might’ve hallucinated.” I pulled the phone away from my head and laughed. “No, you heard right. I interviewed him last night at the show. He waited until we were almost out the door at the end of the night before he asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him tonight.” “Oh. My. God. Charlie. Evan. Rodriguez. The Animal, himself!” I heard her take a couple deep breaths, “Okay, I’m calm. Ish. Do you know where you’re going?” “Not a clue. He wanted to surprise me, which is great. Unfortunately, that means I have no idea how to dress.” I ran my fingers through my carefully straightened hair and prayed a random thunderstorm wouldn’t hit and turn my hair into a giant poof ball. “You’ve got condoms, right?” “Yes, Mother.” “I want you safe. Okay, let me think…what about that black and white sundress we got a couple months ago? Pair it either with your black stilettos or some sandals. Wear your white watch, your serenity cross, and your Claddagh--and leave your hair down. You’ll look classy, but not too dressy.” “I knew there was a reason I kept you around! Thanks, Mel! I gotta run and finish getting ready, but I’ll call you as soon as I get home to let you know how it went.” “You better! Have fun. Be safe.” I laughed. “I will. Love you, bye." I hung up, tossed my towel in the general direction of the bathroom, and shimmied into the dress. Thirty minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. All sense of calm flew out the window and I realized that my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath, ordered myself to stop being such a moron, and answered the door. His smile was the first thing I noticed. No, really. Despite the fact his six foot three frame put him at a foot taller than me, his smile was so bright and so genuine it was all I could see at first.
Purchase: Torquere Press

Meet the Author
Author Paige Prince has been writing since she was 7 years old when she first picked up a pen to write out her fantasy of being Joe McIntyre’s girlfriend (she was 7, cut her some slack). Since then, she’s discovered that there are more fun things to write about than just holding hands and going to the movies. Paige hails from a small suburb of Houston, Texas. She’s married to the man of her dreams and they have one beautiful little girl who is the light of their lives, one very lazy dachshund, and one adventurous (if crazy) cat. You can find Paige avoiding work on Facebook, or chatting up her friends on Twitter. Paige also writes taboo erotic romance under the name Rhyann Harris. 

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