I'm thrilled to welcome Liz Fielding to my blog again.
Her books are fabulous!
And she's giving away Dangerous Flirtation FREE right now!
Liz, over to you...
Dangerous
Flirtation is
vintage Liz Fielding. One of my earlier books, I've given it a light brush up
and a fabulous new cover and it's yours to download
free from 28 December to 1 January.
Here's the blurb -
Rose has her life all mapped out. A job she loves, a thoughtful, reliable
fiancé. Everything is just perfect until a stranger with laughing blue eyes and
a roguish grin bursts into her life and turns her life upside down with a
birthday kiss. Jack Drayton offers romance, excitement and passion – and he
challenges her to accept. Dare she?
And an excerpt
Reluctantly
she lowered her window. ‘Why are you still here?’ she demanded. ‘Didn’t Anthony
pay you enough to move on?’ It was hateful, but she couldn’t help herself.
‘There isn’t enough money in the world for that, Rosie.’ He smiled, apparently
relishing the memory. ‘I told him he’d better put it back in his piggy bank and
save up until he can afford to buy you a ring.’
She stifled a groan. Behind them someone hooted politely. Jack ignored the hint
and leaned on the roof of the car, staring down at her. ‘Where’s he taking you
for your birthday treat? A burger bar?’
‘A concert and then dinner at Michel’s,’ she said, a little smugly.
He let out an ironic whistle. ‘Just as well I wouldn’t take his cash. Which
concert? The Jay Livingstone Trio is playing at the
jazz club, or perhaps that isn’t quite his cup of tea?’
She stifled a groan. She had wanted to go. It wasn’t often these days that such
a group could be tempted into Melchester, but Anthony loathed jazz and she
hadn’t even dared suggest it. ‘It’s not my jazz club,’ she retorted,
disappointment lending a sharpness to her voice. ‘If you must know, we’re going
to the Guildhall, The Shostakovich Cello Concerto.’
‘Wouldn’t you rather come and listen to Jay?’ he asked.
‘You have tickets?’ she asked, surprised. They had not been cheap.
‘No need. Jay’s an old friend.’ He bent down beside her window, examining her
face under the lamplight. ‘What do you say?’
Her heartbeat began to accelerate again. ‘I...’ She tore her eyes away from
his. ‘No. Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.’
‘I wasn’t being ridiculous, Rosie. You’d much rather come with me. Admit it.’
‘I’ll admit nothing of the kind.’ She put the car into gear and glared at him.
Laughing, he stood up.
‘Better run along, then. You mustn’t be late. I’ll see you later, cheer your
soul with a little blues.’ He glanced at the instrument case in his hand.
She stared, horrified. ‘You wouldn’t?’
His eyes gleamed wickedly in the subdued light. ‘I think you know that I
would.’
‘Haven’t you caused enough trouble for one day?’ she demanded.
His eyes teased her. ‘Rosie, my darling,’ he drawled. ‘I haven’t even begun.’
And with that he stepped back, leaving her free to drive away, but she
couldn’t. Not before he told her why he was tormenting her.
‘What do you want from me?’ she demanded.
‘Use your imagination,’ he said, roughly.
She gasped then. She wasn’t going to use her imagination. It was a dangerous
thing, the imagination. It conjured up strong hands and warm kisses to torment
her.
‘What do you want?’ she demanded again. He didn’t elaborate, refusing to make it easy for her, but it was there in the raw
challenge in his eyes and she felt as if a trap were closing around her.
The knowledge that she had sprung it herself offered precious little comfort.
She only knew that if she stayed another moment she would lose everything she
wanted. Peace, contentment, security. Precious things. All Jack Drayton could
offer was momentary passion, a transitory, crazy sort of excitement that would
destroy her peace of mind and when it was over, leave nothing but the misery
and humiliation her mother had suffered when her father had walked out on them
both.
She
was going to marry Anthony and she didn’t know what she was doing even talking
to this man.
The person behind had clearly had enough and an impatient horn galvanised her
into action. She eased off the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator. The
car shot forward and abruptly stalled. She grabbed at the ignition key, but the
car wouldn’t start and the irritation from behind had suddenly become a chorus
of people eager to get home. ‘Idiot!’ she said, furious with herself. Why on
earth had she even spoken to the man? She was going to be late and Anthony
hated to be kept waiting. There were tears pricking at her eyelids when the
door opened beside her.
He took one look at her face and swore volubly, then put an ice cold hand on
hers, stopping the desperate churning of the engine. ‘Move over, Rosie. You’re
in no fit state to drive,’ he said, very gently.
‘And whose fault is that?’ she demanded, angrily.
‘That’s open to debate. You didn’t have to stop.’ He threw the saxophone onto
the back seat and waited and conscious of the queue of cars behind her, she
moved over. He pushed the driving seat back as far as it would go and climbed
behind the wheel. The car, infuriatingly, started at the first touch.
Everything would start at his touch, she thought, hopelessly. Even her.
Especially her.
Here
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