July 11, 2012
Can you keep a secret? Yeah, me neither. Except when I promise not to say anything. <G> Or when my sister threatened me after a trip to Las Vegas (she’s a 1st LT in the Army and has ninja skills so I listened to her.).
And there was that time that I, along with a bunch of friends and family, kept a secret from my dad for TEN YEARS. Something really hard to do when you live in a small town and everyone knows everything. What, you might ask, was so horrible, so terrifying that it had to be made Super Sekrit?
Well, my then boyfriend/now husband accidentally locked me in the trunk of my car. Yes, you read that right. He locked me in the trunk. Accidentally on purpose. What can I say, we were two stupid teenagers goofing around while cleaning out my car, and those were our consequences. Did I mention that my then boyfriend/now husband had to call 911, because the spare key didn’t open the trunk, there wasn’t a button to push in order to open said trunk, and the key that would open it was firmly in my pocket?
Firetrucks, County Sheriffs and EMTs were dispatched to my house, armed with the jaws of life. Yeah, great times. I can only imagine how much worse it would have been had facebook or Twitter been around at the time.
In my debut novel, Twice Tempted, my very naughty British Bad Boy hero has to deal with the consequences of his past, in the form of digital images ready to go viral at the double click of a mouse. His agent’s reaction: Christian must change his party reputation by finding a small town girl to be seen with at the first opportunity.
Too bad for him that the small town girl he runs into at the airport wants nothing to do with the playboy actor. Not at first anyway.
So, dear Season readers, have you ever kept a really juicy secret?
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Born into wealth and power, Christian Romanov is Hollywood’s favorite bad boy with a golden touch…until the day his agent receives pictures of the movie star celebrating his birthday in a not-so-legal way. Now he’s been ordered to find a small-town girl to be seen with in order to improve his partying image. He agrees, but for an entirely different reason-to protect the reputation of an organization that helps get teen off the street and back into the school. Not only is he the anonymous donor that’s been solely supporting the organization since its inception, he’s slated to be their newest spokesman.
What happens in Vegas,
Zoe Ambrose is a hopeless romantic masquerading as a realist. But she’s also a successful novelist, trying to fit herself into a staid life when what she craves is the adventure she found one night in the arms of a playboy who never knew her name. When her successful crime series is optioned by a major studio, she travels to Las Vegas to find that the prince of her fantasies and single night of pleasure is the main contender for the male lead. But for four years Zoe has been publicly eviscerating the man who left her stranded that night—he’s the villain in her series! Now the movie star doesn’t recognize her, and Zoe is determined to protect her heart this time.
Doesn’t Stay in Vegas.
When Christian braves the small town of Holland Springs and Zoe’s overprotective family to win the girl of his dreams, he finds that his Hollywood skills might not cut it—and learns a shocking truth he never imagined. Can he tempt her again and finally give her the epic love story she has refused to write for herself?
Marquita Valentine writes small town romances that are anything but small. Lisa Kleypas, Carly Phillips and Rachel Gibson are among her favorite contemporary authors. Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man — and if that doesn’t work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.
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