Hello Readers! Today I bring you romance author Marina Adair. Marina is a lifelong fan of romance novels. As a writer, she is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive. She currently lives in a hundred-year-old log cabin, nestled in the majestic redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains, with her husband and daughter. She also loves to interact with readers, and you can catch her on Twitter at @MarinaEAdair or visit her at www.MarinaAdair.com.
Today Marina is going to tell us about her new release, Kissing Under the Mistletoe, and she’s challenging readers to Bring Sexy Back. Please help me welcome Marina to That’s What I’m Talking About.
Thanks for having me here today! I am so excited about my new release Kissing Under the Mistletoe.
This is the first in the St. Helena Vineyard series, which follows the—very large, extremely loyal, and one hundred percent Italian—DeLuca family, as they each come to terms with the death of their parents, and in turn open themselves up to the possibility of love. With four sexy brothers, one stubborn sister, and a trio of busy-bodied grannies, who keep busy being in everybody’ business—mainly their grandkids—there is never a dull moment in Wine Country.
In Kissing Under the Mistletoe, single-mom Regan Martin moves to St. Helena to make her daughter’s Christmas wish of a forever-home a reality, only to discover that her fresh start is home to Gabe DeLcua, wine tycoon and the SOB who destroyed her career. Gabe is determined to get Regan out of his town, only once he sees her, getting her into his bed seems like a better option.
This story was fun to write because it revolves around two rival enemies who can’t seem to keep their hand off of each other, a quality I think most of us would give up doughnuts, wine, and quite possibly chocolate to maintain/or find in our relationship. Okay, maybe not the wine or chocolate, but definitely the doughnuts.
Recently, a friend of mine went on a romantic getaway with her husband. Romantic as in, she read a knitting magazine on the flight over while hubby answered emails—three rows away because they both like the aisle seat. She was deciding between a pattern for lamb-faced baby booties and knitted duck-feet slippers, complete with webbed toes, when she heard a mewling, followed by a low growl. Peering over the magazine, she adjusted her reading glasses and, holy smokes, found herself up close and personal with a couple who couldn’t even wait for the captain to turn off the “safetybelt sign” to make an attempt at death by sexual combustion.
Being a southern, God-fearing woman, in that order, she was rightly offended—for all of a second. Until she realized that the only mile-based members-club she currently owned read frequent flyers, which was in her wallet right behind her Jiffylube Club card (mini-van edition).
The young couple never left their seat, never rounded second, and never seemed to mind that they were never going to get their cookies (at least on the plane), which only made it hotter. And it got us thinking (yes, she called me while sipping a Blue Hawaiian by the hotel pool).
When was the last time we had made out with our husbands like that? Felt that urge to lock-lips until they went numb so the rest of our body was humming with the need to give a standing O with just one touch?
And when did we forget that you don’t need to have sex for things to get sexy?
So we made a plan: Mission Bringing-Sexy-Back—way back, as in: old enough to have sex, but too poor to have your own place, and where you took what you could get when you could get it, and obsessed about the next time you got our gets.
We both decided to seduce our hubbies that night. No sex, no getting nekkid, just lots of lips and hands, and that underlying tension of how far you could go before you exploded. After lots of giggles and a vow of sister-hood we hung up.
That night, after my daughter was asleep I found my husband watching television on the couch. I walked over, straddled him and said “You want to make out? No sex, just kissing.”
His eyes dropped to my chest and he smiled. “How about touching?”
He hadn’t even gotten the “Hell, yes,” out before we were kissing and groping and sweet baby Jesus was it hot. I don’t know if the knowledge that no tabs would be inserted into any slots made both go that extra mile, but making out with a man where there is no chance of sex is sexy, and I highly recommend it.
It was like we were two teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, which made those moments over the next week where we could get our hands on each other even better.
So, in hopes of bringing the sexy back to others, I’m doing a giveaway—just share the sexiest non-sexy time you have had or take a vow to Bring-Sexy-Back and be qualified to win a signed paper ARC of Kissing Under the Mistletoe.
Come on, ladies, don’t be shy…
Thanks so much, Marina! For more about Kissing Under the Mistletoe and the giveaway, read below!
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More on Kissing Under the Mistletoe
St. Helena Vineyard #1
Montlake Romance (October 16, 2012)
Regan Martin stopped believing in Christmas miracles six years ago when she lost everything—her house, her job, and her impeccable reputation in the wine industry—after she fell in love with a man she had no idea was married. Then Regan gets a chance for a fresh start in the Napa Valley. With her dream job, dream home, and her daughter enrolled in a wonderful new school, she starts wondering if holiday wishes really do come true.
But she soon tumbles back down to earth when she learns that her new boss is none other than Gabe DeLuca, the scorned wife’s brother. Gabe wants nothing more than home-wrecking Regan Martin out of his life, his sister’s world, and his family’s business. Mostly, he wants the lush beauty out of his head. Yet his attempts to run her out of town have him thinking twice, especially when he sees that Regan may hold the key to tracking down his sister’s stolen start-up capital. Even worse for Gabe, Regan might just be his Christmas wish and hold the key to his heart
Thank you to Marina for stopping by today and also thanks for generously donating one (1) signed ARC copy of Kissing Under the Mistletoe to giveaway. To be entered, please use the RAFFLECOPTER form below. As part of your entry, please leave a comment sharing: the sexiest non-sexy time you have had or take a vow to Bring-Sexy-Back! You do not need to be a google friends connect follower of my blog, but it is always appreciated. Contest is open from October 9, 2012 until Wednesday October 17, 2012 at 12:01 AM EDT. Contest is restricted to US mailing addresses only. One (1) winner will be selected from eligible entries. I am not responsible for items lost in the mail. If you have problems with the RAFFLECOPTER form, please email me at twimom227 (at) gmail (dot) com.