Sometimes it's not the destination, but the detour...
Kayla has the perfect strategy for a broken heart: work, work, and more work. Then a storm sends her car skidding off the road, stranding her in Mount Pleasant. Fortunately, rescue comes in the form of the incredibly handsome but gruff Brent Masterson. And he's hot enough to tempt Kayla into doing something she never thought she could do...
Brent Masterson swore he would never give into the fierce attraction that's been sizzling between him and Kayla since they first met. He has his own demons, and he won't risk his heart again. Not even for someone as gorgeous and amazing as Kayla. So...how exactly did he end up in Kayla's bed last night?
But sometimes all it takes is an ice storm to show two broken hearts the way home...
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Her Unexpected Detour by Kyra Jacobs
Her Unexpected Detour by Kyra Jacobs
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication: September 14th, 2015 by Entangled Publishing
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Hi everyone! I’m romance author Kyra Jacobs, here to share with you a bit about my latest release, HER UNEXPECTED DETOUR (Entangled Bliss, September 2015). This story is near and dear to my heart, and I’m so excited to see the first book in this series come to life. Before we jump into the excerpt, though, I was asked to share a bit about me and the book’s main characters, Kayla Daniels and Brent Masterson.
Well, really the questions were aimed at me , but Kayla thought an interview sounded fun too. And Brent, well, he didn’t have much of a choice as Kayla dragged him along for the ride. Said something about him owing her for some crazy scheme involving an extra-bumpy, off-road getaway that caused several kinks she’s still trying to work out of her neck… Anyway, I do hope you’ll enjoy this bit of fun with the three of us. Here goes:
What’s your favorite food?
Me: Ice cream, hands down.
Kayla: Ooo, me too. I love taking trips to DQ with my brother, Tommy.
Brent: Bacon. Really, was that even a question?
Name you favorite season:
Me: Autumn. I love watching the leaves change colors nearly as much as watching my sons run and dive into our freshly-raked piles of them.
Kayla: Wow, tough question. I love the warm-weather months, especially springtime when sleeping flowerbeds begin to awaken. Seeing their sunny blooms always reminds me of my mom.
Brent: Summer—it’s tank top season. (*Kayla jabs him in the ribcage*) What? So I have a thing for bare shoulders?
Name you favorite time of day:
Me: Twilight, especially in the summer when the heat of the day begins to dissipate.
Kayla: Mid-day. If I can make it past lunchtime and stay on schedule, then I’m ready to take on the world before quitting time.
Brent: Morning. I love to watch the sunrise with my pup and a cup of coffee from my front porch. Nice and quiet, since Kayla’s usually still sawing logs upstairs.
Kayla: There is no log-sawing and you know it.
Brent: Uh, huh…
Tell us about your pets at home
Me: Well, I already mentioned my boys—they’re eight and thirteen and sure seem like wild animals at times. Lol Aside from that, we also are the proud owners of one chocolate-colored Mini-Rex rabbit named M&M.
Kayla: I have Brent.
Brent: We can change that, little Miss Log-Sawer.
Kayla: Right. Ruby would kill you if I got tossed to the curb.
Brent: Probably. But then she’d just try to set you up with Miles, so...
Kayla: Fine, I take it back. Wouldn’t want to totally mess up book 2—Kyra would never let me hear the end of it. (*She sighs*) No, I didn’t bring any pets up from Indiana with me.
Brent: (*Looks back to me, triumphant*) Before recently, my only roommate was one overgrown Newfoundland. He’s pretty mellow, and for the most part is a terrific dog. Though, he sure loves Kayla. She can barely walk from the room without tripping over him somedays.
Kayla: Aw, but he’s a sweetheart. Just loves to get my attention, that’s all.
Brent: So do I. (*Begins to kiss his way across her bare shoulder and up along her neckline, then whispers something in her ear. She smirks as her cheeks turn rosy*)
Me: You two look like you could stand to use a little alone time—I know how crazy it’s been, helping Ruby with the inn this summer. (*They lean in for a kiss, ignoring me completely now*)
Yeah, maybe it’d be best if I go now. The readers can find answers to the rest of these questions in the book, anyway.
Thanks so much for allowing us to pop by for a Q&A session today! J For a little extra fun I’ve included HER UNEXPECTED DETOUR’s blurb and an excerpt below. Enjoy!
“Really, I’m fine.”
“Regardless, I’ve been tasked with seeing you to your room.”
Tasked. He sure knew how to make a lady feel special. Kayla tested to make sure her ankle would cooperate, then started for the lobby.
“Your grandmother really does rule the roost, doesn’t she?”
“It is her inn,” he replied.
They mounted the stairs, her before him. He stayed close, as though unconvinced she could make it on her own, and his cologne tickled at her senses. Senses that became more alert with each step she took. Brent remained silent, an unspoken yet palpable tension growing between them.
What was it about this man that left her so unsettled?
Kayla reached the landing and continued on to the hall. A few more steps and she’d be away from the tension, away from the scowls. But when they reached her suite she paused, torn. Behind the closed door was a night full of what so many before had held: loneliness. And for the first time in forever, she longed for something more. A playful grin tugged at her lips.
“So, you’ve been assigned the room beside mine, huh?”
Oh, she was playing with fire, and she knew it. But desperate times called for desperate measures. She couldn’t spend all evening in there, alone with her thoughts and worries. Brent stared down at her and said nothing, his right brow raised but eyes unreadable.
“Oh, that’s right. It’s her inn.” She was taunting him now, and enjoying the heck out of herself. “You know, she’s got you both trained quite well.”
She took a step forward and felt an unexpected surge of confidence when Brent remained in place, albeit with narrowed eyes. Still, he said nothing.
“I am curious, though.” Kayla placed her hands upon his chest. His oh-so-solid chest. “That whole thing about treating me like royalty? Just how far does that extend?”
“I’m the groundskeeper, nothing more.”
“Hmm. But you’re off the clock now, correct?” Kayla took another step closer, pressing her body lightly into his. “So what do you have planned for after-hours tonight, Mr.Masterson?”
Brent’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “That depends,” he said after a moment, his voice low, rough. “Is this you asking, or the wine?”
Kayla’s gaze shifted to his lips. Definitely not the wine, she knew as her pulse quickened. It may have lowered her defenses, but her mind was clear as a bell. A bell that desperately needed a grand distraction. She stretched up on her tiptoes and brought her lips a whisper away from his.
“Me,” she breathed. “Definitely me.”
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