Gemma’s Muse is Feeling Greedy

Happy Hump Day, everyone! It’s been a while since I’d blogged, and what better reason for putting one together than to announce a new book by one of my favorite chicks? So today I’m sharing about Gemma Brocato’s latest release GREED, the third book in her Goddesses of Delphi paranormal romance series.
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Here’s the blurb:

One man, one Muse. One romance to save the world.

Financial reporter, Polly Thanos, Muse of Hymns, is certain the proposed merger between Delphi’s two largest firms spells doom for mankind. Eos Corporation’s long-time goal—to provide scientific and philanthropic solutions to the benefit of mortals— is lost in the quest for profits. Her challenge starts with an impossible task—inspire one mortal skeptic to believe in the magic of what if.

Scientist Ian Sommers is researching a healthier way of life for impoverished people. When his boss orders him to pursue a chemical, rather than organic solution, Ian suspects the pursuit of the almighty dollar will lead to delivering poison to the unsuspecting population.

In protest, Ian’s prepared to quit his job. But he’s shocked to discover the woman he’s falling for is an immortal tasked with stopping corporate avarice. As their attraction grows, so does the risk to them and to all humans. Without Ian’s help and his love, Polly’s faces a world not safe from the by-products of greed—death and disease.

Sounds like a fresh, fun twist on the norm, doesn’t it?  Gemma was gracious enough to share her Rafflecopter giveaway with us, as well as a great excerpt below. So be sure to enter for your chance to win a Kindle Fire (sorry, U.S. residents only) and then read on to enjoy a sneak peek at GREED.

Rafflecopter giveaway : Click to win a Kindle Fire. Open to US entrants only. Should an international winner be selected, an appropriate substitution will be made.

Excerpt:

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

What the hell prompted him to tell Polly Thanos he’d talk dirty to her? The offer just spewed out of his mouth without a wait-a-damn-minute thought. Not thinking with the right head is the only reason he could come up with. He’d blame the long stretch of skin bared by her short shorts as the culprit in his momentary loss of reason.

He’d probably just made her ridiculously uncomfortable. For months, he’d been attracted to her without acting on it. He hadn’t been into anyone that way for years. Since his wife dumped him for a golf professional. After she’d carried on a secret affair with the son of a bitch throughout most of their married life. Within a month of their honeymoon, Marcia had betrayed him.

Since then, he’d guarded his heart. Every single one of his relationships since the divorce were casual, shallow affairs. His attraction to Polly, the woman he’d always counted as a friend, had been slowly developing, evolving to something more.  Lately, every time they were together with a group of their friends, he’d wanted to ask her out and hadn’t. He’d lay that fault directly at his ex’s door. She’d ruined his ability to believe anyone would remain faithful to him.

But hand to heart, right this moment he wanted to whisper to Polly about how much she turned him on. He fought the overwhelming urge to stroke his tongue around the delicate shell of her ear, feast on her lobe. Why’d he pick this particular event, a freaking barbecue with kids running around, to come on to her?

Most likely it was because her legs were so long and her butt looked amazing in those tiny shorts she wore. Or the way the mahogany-red top resembled a hot flame and outlined her perfect breasts. He knew her skin would be like silk when he cupped one of the perky apple-shaped mounds. Whoa! When might be jumping the gun. Better to think in terms of if…if he got an opportunity to touch her boobs. Jesus, he was salivating like a teenage boy who’d discovered his dad’s stash of Maxim magazines.

She caught up to him with her long-legged stride, playfully bumped him with her shoulder. “Hurry up, slow poke.” She laughed and then raced ahead to the dock. Beautiful strawberry blond hair caught in a ponytail bounced playfully between her shoulder blades as she ran.

Running wasn’t exactly comfortable with his dick stiff as a board in his pants. But he sucked it up and breathed through the discomfort to chase after her. By the time they pounded across the wooden slats of the pier, his cock returned to only half aroused and they both laughed breathlessly.

“Hop in. I’ll untie the boat and push us off.” He held her hand as she scampered down to the seat.

She laughed again as the craft wobbled like a tipsy ballerina. The sound hit him right in the libido, sending new shards of lust through his system. Desperate to hide his physical reaction to the happy sound, he bent and concentrated on untying the mooring line. He tossed the rope to the floor of the rocking vessel and dropped in.

Polly steadied him with a hand on his waist as he stood and pushed them away from the dock. The heat of her palm seeped through the cotton of his T-shirt, branding his skin. His dick started its happy dance again. He recited the periodic table of elements alphabetically in his head, hoping to combat his intense physical reaction to her touch.

The boat rocked again as he plopped down next to her and put his feet on the pedals. He slouched low, rocking back on his tailbone—his hands folded discreetly over his lap, and started the boat in motion. Polly leaned back, kicked off her flip-flops and stretched her legs over the gunwale. She shifted and freed her ponytail, which had been trapped between the bench and her back. The delicate scent of almonds and apples wafted from her hair as she flicked it against his shoulder.

“Are you going to help me paddle?” he asked as she lounged against the padded bench.

She sent him a mischievous smirk. “You seem to have it under control.”

“We’d cover more water if we work together.”

“If I help we’ll make it around the lake too quickly.”

“So?” He broke a sweat as he labored over the pedals.

“Less time for us to talk shop. Or” —she bit her lower lip— “for you to talk dirty to me.”

gemmaAbout the Author:

Gemma’s favorite desk accessories for many years were a circular wooden token, better known as a ’round tuit,’ and a slip of paper from a fortune cookie proclaiming her a lover of words; some day she’d write a book. All it took was a transfer to the United Kingdom, the lovely English springtime, and a huge dose of homesickness to write her first novel. Once it was completed and sent off with a kiss, even the rejections addressed to ‘Dear Author’ were gratifying.

After returning to America, she spent a number of years as a copywriter, dedicating her skills to making insurance and the agents who sell them sound sexy. Eventually, her full-time job as a writer interfered with her desire to be a writer full-time and she left the world of financial products behind to pursue a vocation as a romance author.

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Also By Gemma Brocato:

Cooking Up Love

Hearts In Harmony

Exposed To Passion

A Winter Wedding

Bed of Roses

A Spirited Love

Playing With Fire

Mission: Mistletoe

Tyranny (Goddesses of Delphi book 1)

Mayhem (Goddesses of Delphi book 2)

Risking The Vine

 

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