Showing posts with label Shamrocked. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shamrocked. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

EXCLUSIVE PREVIEW OF HOT WINTER KISS


 by JoAnne Kenrick

Hello, lovelies.

Can you believe it? We're almost through with September already. How did that happen? Last I recall, I had just submitted the forth Irish Kisses book and was taking the week away from writing so I could spend the rest of the summer holidays with my children. Time flies when you're having fun, eh? Since then, I've started a couple of new projects and received the cover for Threesome Sweetness, Irish Kisses book three. So yummy! I'm giving a sneak preview of that via my newsletter on Thursday, so if you want to catch that be sure to sign up: www.tinyletter.com/joannekenrick

I've been getting quite a few messages, comments and emails asking me for status updates on the Irish Kisses series. Well, here it is:

Threesome Sweetness, book three - releasing early-ish winter 2012
Hot Winter Kiss, book four/christmas special -releasing late November-ish 2012

I know that's a long time to wait to get your tasty fix of Irish Kisses...so, exclusively, right here on the 1NS blog, I'm going to share a pre-edited (yeah, pre-edited, so expect some grammar boo-boos) snippet from Hot Winter Kiss, the Christmas Irish Kisses special and (booooo) last in the series. psst, if they're accepted, you may just be reading some more 1NS books from me next year :) Light house keepers, fishermen, sea rescue etc... Oh yes! It'll be yummy all right. Don't worry, I've got you covered!

Without any further chit-chat or non-sense from me...here's a snippet from Hot Winter Kiss (due out later this year). Disclaimer: Content shortened for snippet, and will appear differently in the actual published book. (c) JoAnne Kenrick. This snippet is not to be reposted in full or part without written consent from the owner. All rights reserved.

Digging out the present the staff had bought her for her trip, all wrapped in hot hunks gift paper, she grinned. She’d promised to wait until arriving at the castle before opening her surprise; if not for the ferry delay and the bus strikes, she’d be snug by the fireplace already. By her calculations, present time had come and gone already. She ripped that baby open and found the most well thought out present only good friends would think to buy her.
“An eReader!” she squealed.
They’d included a card, on front of which was a drawing of a very sexy Santa hanging up a fishnet stocking over a cartoon fireplace.
Now you’ll be able to carry those hot hunks around with you wherever you go without your grandkids ever discovering those smutty covers! And to ensure your holiday is romantic, we’ve stocked your reader up with books from your favorite series. One is about an Irish Castle owner. Wink Wink. Oh, and talking of romance, tucked into the cover of the reader is another present to ensure your Christmas is one filled with joy. Happy holidays! Your wee family from Bell’s.
Sandra thumbed around with the cover, and found what looked like an invitation. She opened the envelope and cringed. A 1Night Stand date. Oh hells bells. Had to be Devlin’s idea, the cheeky sod. He was a co-worker at Bells who often shared shifts with her, and always teased her about her reading habits at work. Yup. This trickery had Devlin written all over it. Insensitive bastard.
“Sandra? I’m from Ballygalley, here ta give ya a ride ta the castle. Bloody good job the barman recalled seeing ya, I couldn’t see ya tucked way back here.” Smooth Irish accent from behind jolted her upright, and invoked an image of hotness she had only witnessed in one of her books.
She turned. A man loomed over her, his face shadowed by a knit hat pulled down to his temples and a hint of dark ginger peeking through the wool.
A tightening in her throat stalled her, and her mouth rounded.
“Not got all night.” He pulled out her chair and nearly knocked her flying.
“Let me put my things away, first, eh?” She fisted her hands and puckered. Dude might be one sexy man to look at, but that’s where his romance hero qualities stop. Would make a good cover model, though.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Get Shamrocked!

Yes, I'm sure y'all remember Devlin. he's the crass Irish charmer who helped Shaun Bell out on his 1Night Stand by packing him up a few surprises in his overnight bag in the HUGE bestseller SWEET IRISH KISS. Surprises both he and Rachel were grateful for. And now you can have all of him because he's back! With his toy box and a 1Night Stand of his own.


Set in Nottinghill, London and the now infamous Bell's Irish Pub in Soho, London.

Bell's Irish Pub is open for business, and Devlin Kinney is serving up one tasty treat.


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BLURB:
Devlin Kinney is focused on his Irish Rock band, Shamrocked. Between that and tending bar at Bell’s Irish Pub, he’s rushed off his feet. Still, he’s envious of Shaun who found his perfect woman through Madame Eve’s exclusive agency, 1Night Stand. Pushed for time, he follows his friend’s lead and hopes to be matched with a woman ballsy enough to share in his fetish for things that go buzzzz.
At the event of the year for soap stars, Elizabeth Grant meets Devlin and mistakes him for her soon-to-be The EastEnd co-star. Before she has a chance to confess she’s not his 1Night Stand as he seems to think, the silver-tongued smooth dancer proves irresistible. He seems perfect…for one night of pleasure. She’s ready to play the role of her
life!
Will his Irish charm and toys be enough to hold onto his leading lady, or will his heart be shamrocked into next week?


SOUNDTRACK:
EXCERPT:
   “What does a bloke have ta do ta get a Guinness around here?” Devlin drummed his fingers on the bar of Bell’s Irish Pub and glared at the staff, hoping to guilt them into serving him.
   Tap. Tap. Tap.
   Sandra, the barmaid, had her head buried in a book. Shaun, his boss and longtime best friend, engaged in a hushed conversation with his girlfriend at the end of the bar. Lots of giggles. Close whispering. Kisses on the cheek. Hand on cock. Arse grabbing. That sort of thing. And all in plain view of anyone who might happen to glance in their direction. Devlin might have offered to join in if he’d been in his usual cheeky state of mind, but their cuteness reminded him of his own romantic failings and his reason for leaving Northern Ireland three months before.
   His stomach churned.
   He needed that drink.
   “Erm, hello? Do I have ta serve meself on me night off?”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
   “With you in a minute, treacle.” Sandra, without tearing her glare from her story, waved him to wait. “Just let me finish this page.”
   “Holy show.” He sighed then hoisted himself over the counter with ease, his loose, faded jeans and white shirt giving him plenty of room to maneuver his limber body. Each suave movement. Each intense glance. All choreographed. He’d deny it if anyone pulled him up on it, but he’d put a lot of effort into perfecting his smolder. He’d even taken dance lessons so he had full ammo at hand to whisk any woman off her feet and into his bed. He was equally talented at ditching them at the slighted sniff of commitment…of a second date. Irish charm all the way.
   Devlin eyed his co-worker, lost in a romance novel. To annoy her, he powered up the TV mounted high above the bar and whizzed it up full volume. Channel flicking followed. He stopped on a toothpaste advert to admire a lass with blonde hair down to her ass.
Sandra glanced over her book. “Isn’t she the actress from…oh…what’s that movie called? The Brit chick flick about the famous actress who falls in love with a coffee shop owner?”
   “No idea, but she is a girl I could take home ta meet me ma and pa. What a killer smile.” He put his hand to his forehead and faked a swoon. “Who am I kidding? Could ya see me taking a girl ta meet the folks? I think not. Ta meet me toy box, sure. But not the family. Oh, the things I’d do ta her—”
   “Snap your crass tongue back in, Devlin.”
   “The cockney calling me crass? Ha! Besides, ya can’t beat a guy up for telling it how it is, so you can’t.”

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