Monday, August 13, 2012

Book Spotlight-Waking Up in the Wrong Bed by Natalie Anderson

From the back of the book:
When film location scout Ellie Summers sneaks into a colleague's hotel room with seduction in mind, she's thrilled by her own daring!

But the smug morning-after glow morphs into red-faced mortification when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger! Ruben Theroux might be fine with the situation, but a flustered Ellie most definitely is not.

Ellie's only defence against this very attractive guy is to insist they're friends only--strictly no benefits! But Ruben isn't a successful businessman for nothing--they'll be good together, and he's happy to play dirty to get what he wants....

[After making the most mortifying mistake of her life, Ellie has been determined to keep Ruben at bay. Especially now she knows who he is and how he’s completely wrong for her… She’s determined to put him on the ‘friend’ level—only trouble is Ruben is resisting that assignment and Ellie’s hormones are totally on his side!]

“You can’t resist it can you?” she teased as she came out of the pool house, ready to join him. She too had showered. Now his clean shirt was clinging to her wet body beneath.
Ruben pressed the spa bubbles on full to hide how horrifically extreme her affect on him was.
“Resist what?” he asked vaguely. Thinking about sex all the time? Hell he wished he could get her out of his head, or at least get some other woman in. He’d never been unhealthily fixated on one lover like this. He blamed it on the absolute excitement of waking to discover a hot, perfect lover straddling him. Pure fantasy come to life. 
Of course he couldn’t help thinking of it and nothing but. Of course he’d had to finangle a way of getting her back in his bed – even just for a weekend. Only it wasn’t proving to be as simple as he’d planned.
“Seeking out pleasure,” she shook her head and shivering as she stepped carefully into the steaming water.
“I work hard so why shouldn’t I enjoy play time?” He sent her a sideways look and jeered lightly. “Nothing wrong with relaxing and celebrating and enjoying pleasure. We should appreciate it when something feels good.”
“Don’t think you can get me to yes by glamorising hedonism,” she answered equally flippantly.
“But you know how good it was. You told me how good it was.” And he’d loved hearing it. “The best ever.” And he couldn’t get past it now, not when she was doing the wet tee-shirt thing in a hot tub.
“It’s bad form to compare lovers,” Ellie said primly sitting on the opposite side of the spa from him and determinedly not looking at his bare chest. She didn’t believe for a second that he actually felt the same way – she hadn’t been his best lover ever as well.
“I’m not doing that,” he laughed. “I’m merely reminding you that that night with me was the best sex of your life. I can’t understand why don’t you want a repeat of that.”
“Because it wasn’t real,” she said simply.
“It wasn’t real?” Ruben’s tease vaporised. “Wasn’t real?”
In a heartbeat the relaxed, teasing atmosphere snapped to stormy. Ellie’s suddenly feverish temperature couldn’t be blamed on the bubbling water.
“No, it wasn’t real,” she insisted.
He stared at her. “It was the best sex of your life,” he declared again, almost defiantly daring her to deny it.
“Okay I’ll give you that,” she cleared her throat. “But don’t you think that’s because it was such a fantasy? Like a dream?” Her half dreaming state had made the memory even better. “So good it couldn’t have been real.” 
His obsidian gaze narrowed in on her, compelling more of an explanation from her.

“I didn’t know you. You didn’t know me,” she faltered. “We can’t ever recreate that scenario.”
“So you think our being together again would be a disappointment?” he asked, incredulous.
“It would have to be,” she muttered. “Don’t you think?”
“No I don’t. You’re not curious to know for sure?”
“I…” Of course she was curious. It was hard containing that curiosity. But she didn’t want to taint that memory with disappointment, nor did she want to mess up her opportunity at work.
“You liked fantasy sex.”
“So did you,” she defended.
“Yeah,” he admitted with a wolfish grin. “There are other kinds of fantasy sex.”
She swallowed. “I’m not into kink.”
He chuckled. “I can come up with many, many simple, sweet fantasies if you like.”
She licked her lips before realizing what a revealing piece of body language she’d instinctively performed. She put her hand to her mouth and rubbed – as if she could deny the yearning there.
Oh help, that had her toes curling, but the rest of her was paralysed. She couldn’t walk, couldn’t run. She just waited as he took the two paces through the water. So close she had to tilt her chin to maintain eye contact – which she was damn well determined to do. So close she could feel his breath, could feel her own muscles weakening as excitement erupted.
He inclined his head, lowering it almost enough. “You want fantasy?” his lips barely moved as he challenged.

Waking Up In The Wrong Bed is available from: 
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And will be on the shelves in bookstore from Mid-August.

USA TODAY bestseller Natalie Anderson writes fun, frisky, feels-good contemporary romance for Harlequin Mills & Boon and Entangled. With over twenty books published, she’s also been a Romantic Times Award nominee & a finalist for the R*BY (Romantic Book of the Year). She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband, four children and what feels like a million ducks. Find out more at her website  and be sure to sign up for her newsletter there as she often has subscriber only eTreats!
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1 comment:

Natalie Anderson said...

Thanks so much for having me on your blog! :)