Wednesday, January 14, 2015

#WhatIWroteWednesday - Gemma Brocato

Hiya, gang! I'm starting a new meme here on the blog for 2015 - it's called What I Wrote Wednesday. It's an on-going thing that a lot of writers take part in (you can follow the hashtags on Twitter and Facebook). Today I'm trading places with Gemma Brocato; you'll read here teaser here and you can check out mine on Gemma's site here.

So, here we go! Gemma's teaser is from her WIP Running From Romeo (unedited):

The Set-Up: Ana McLean runs a busy event and marketing firm, Corporate Images. When we first see her, she's at a launch event her firm has been hired for. Unfortunately, she's been forced to work with an untried caterer and is paying the price for it.

The sound of an escalating argument rose over the cocktail party noise and energy when the kitchen door swung open and a uniformed waiter bearing a tray of petite-fours ran out.

Ana McLean paused as she noticed something else that ticked her off. One of the temporary employees staffing the registration table handed a program and gift bag to a new arrival. The man had worn jeans, and holy crap—hiking boots to a formal event. The invitation expressly indicated black tie. And even though the man’s behind looked exceptional in his jeans, it wasn’t the formal attire the evening required.

The stranger accepted the program and declined the gift bag. His eyes collided with Ana’s as he scanned the room, as if looking for someone. He regarded her appraisingly, giving her a quick perusal, his eyes moving over her form like a pair of hands over velvet.  Returning his gaze to her face, he gave her a quick wink.

Ana sucked in a quick breath and quietly verbalized her immediate thought, “Cheeky bastard.
Apparently the stranger was gifted with the ability to read lips. He threw back his head in a laugh, exposing his bare throat.  He’d almost be sexy, if he weren’t such a Neanderthal. 

A third crash blasted out from the kitchen, accompanied by more head craning in that direction. Ana groaned again and dismissed the haughty stranger from her thoughts, hurrying in the direction of the noise.

Isn't that fab? I can't wait to read more of this! Here's another teaser from Gemma, this time from book 3 of her Five Senses series, Exposed to Passion, which is out now from Lyrical Press/Kensington:

Genre: Contemporary romance
Publisher: Kensington Books/Lyrical Press, Inc
Date of Publication: October 20, 2014
eISBN-13: 978-1-61650-616-2
eISBN-10: 1-61650-616-4
ASIN:
Number of pages: 329
Word Count: approx. 85,000
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco
Available in Digital and Print Formats

Book Description:
They walked through the shadows individually. Will they emerge into the light together?
Leading a vagabond life as a curator for a traveling photography exhibit translates to a lot of bad days for Rikki Salerno. But her trouble doubles when a careless high school student shoves her into a marsh. Being rescued by teacher Sam Kerrigan should have made things better, but Rikki’s inability to confess her true identity casts a shadow over their budding affair.
When Sam refuses an overly aggressive parent’s marriage proposal, she’s determined to ruin him. Not only does she doctor photos to make it look like Sam’s behaved inappropriately in front of students, she hacks the foundation website to reveal Rikki’s true identity. Faster than the blink of a shutter, Rikki’s focus changes from pursuing her full-color future to the black and white necessity of clearing Sam’s name.

Excerpt: 
“Holy cow! Consider me seduced.” She didn’t recognize her own voice. Desire rasped through it, whispery and thick at the same time. Allowing her finger to slip from the steamy confines of his mouth, he pressed a kiss to her palm, then released his hold. She curled her hand into a fist around the kiss he’d left, hoping to hold onto the heat and lingering sensation.

 “Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. It was too fast, wasn’t it? I mean, we only just met…but I thought, I mean, you seemed to want…and you didn’t say no. Christ, I’m so sorry.” Sam’s tone rattled with a misplaced apology. “I have no excuse. I’m a horndog.”

He eased her away from his chest and helped her to sit up, then pushed himself upright and scooted a respectful distance from her.

The apology in his tone and the loss of his body heat hit her like a cold slap. His words stung. He regretted kissing her. The tingly pulses zipping from her fingertip to her heart did nothing to tamp down the hurt. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. Normally the queen of snarky retorts, words failed her now.

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About Gemma Brocato: 

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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