New Release Spotlight: The Good Chase by Hanna Martine

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The Good Chase (Highland Games, #2)

Hanna Martine

December 2, 2014

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Blurb

The second in the Highland Games series, following Long Shot

Gleann, New Hampshire’s annual highland games always deliver the best of Scottish culture—rowdiness, rugby, whiskey, and unexpected romance…

Even though Shea Montgomery’s swanky bar and distinguished palate have made her a highly regarded whiskey connoisseur, she’s happiest bringing her favorite spirit to various highland games around New England. Her demanding ex made her wary of men obsessed with money and status, and she’s now more comfortable in the country than in the city. Still, when a gorgeous rugby player straight from Wall Street barrels into her whiskey tent, she’s tempted to change her mind…

J.P. Byrne went from poor beginnings to international high roller by using his charisma and wit, and holding fast to his dreams. A strong, independent woman like Shea is exactly what he’s looking for, only he has no idea how to prove he’s more than his three-piece suits—especially when he’s spent years doing just the opposite.

But as Shea and Byrne battle old demons, they discover together that the best remedy for past pain is a good, stiff shot of present pleasure…

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Exclusive Excerpt!

As Shea did a U-turn on the narrow access road, Byrne couldn’t stop shivering. And he wasn’t entirely sure it was because of the rain-soaked chill.

Shea turned on the heat, even though it was still easily eighty degrees outside. “You okay over there?”

The best kind of surprise. One hundred percent.

“I will be,” he said.

The headlights speared through the darkness, the windshield wipers flapping back and forth.

“What?” The wickedness in her voice came through loud and clear. “No more talking?”

He barked out a sound of frustration. “Time for telling you what I want to do to you is past, I’m afraid, unless you want a big mess in your car.”

“Ew!” Laughing, she slapped him on the arm.

It was an oddly intimate gesture, one that might’ve happened between two people who actually knew each other. Who had had more than a few random encounters.

And it felt completely natural.

He caught her hand as it slid down his biceps, her fingers cool and damp from the rain, and brought her palm to his mouth. He hadn’t planned to do that. The urge just came to him, this need to taste her in this way. His lips fit perfectly into the little cup of her hand. The rain against her skin was delicious.

The sound that came out of her mouth was a musical mixture of surprise and desire. For a millisecond she tried to pull her hand away, but then she gave in. And inside that millisecond, he knew there was a very real possibility that she could become more to him than sex. There was a chance she could be part of his future and exist in his world outside Gleann, New Hampshire.

Maybe he should stop now before he got too lost in this woman. She’d built such formidable structures around the sections of her life, but now that he got a peek inside, he saw what a funny, warm, smart, sexual creature she truly was.

Fuck it. No way was he stopping. He was going for it. And not just for the sex. He was going after her.

When his tongue pushed through his lips and slid up her palm, the car swerved to the left. She yanked her hand from his grasp and righted the steering wheel.

“Thought you said you were in pain over there.” Her chuckle sounded strained, her voice tight.

“I am. That wasn’t for me.”

She gripped the wheel hard at ten and two. “No more distracting me if you want me to get us to your motel in one piece.”

But the way she slipped a long, sultry glance in his direction was such an open dare, such a clear invitation to distract her more.

He cleared his throat, ready for the challenge.

“You have the best legs,” he said. “I want them around me. On my shoulders. All that skin. I want to be tied up in you.”

She coughed, then blew out a long breath between tight lips. “Calm down, calm down.”

“Sorry. Can’t.”

She glanced at him. “I meant me.”

He reached for her. She jumped when his fingers smoothed over her knee and ran up the inside of her thigh. Underneath those wet black pants, her leg clenched hard.

“What are you—” A tiny gasp came out of her lips—so high, so wonderfully girly—as he dug his hand between her legs, pushing down slowly, his thumb rubbing just there.

“No distractions,” she whispered, even as she stamped her left foot against the running board and lifted herself up a bit, letting him further in.

He dragged his hand back out, lazily, as though they had all the time in the world. Even though he’d done this to tease the hell out of her, it was making him absolutely insane.

Aside from Mary Alice who’d worked at the Dairy Queen back in high school, he’d never wanted to get a woman out of a uniform so badly before. And if Mary Alice had once been the gold standard for girls wearing plain, dictated clothing, then Shea was fucking platinum. There was an entire mine of treasure buried underneath that boring white shirt and black pants.

She moaned a quiet complaint when he pulled his hand away. He sat back, satisfied. For now. The look she slid him—full lips parted, eyes glassy—made his knee bounce in anticipation.

The ride back to his motel should have taken about twenty minutes, but Shea did it in about four. He might’ve feared for his life on the bending, dipping backcountry road except that his mind was soaring somewhere in the sexed-up cloud of imminent possibility. The real world sped by him in a soundless blur.

She swerved into the parking lot outside his motel and shoved the gear into park so hard he thought it might come off in her hand.

“Anxious, are we?”

“There’s been a lot of buildup, Mr. Byrne. You don’t even want to know all the incredible things my mind has been promising my body.”

“Of course I want to know.” Door open, one foot on the asphalt outside. Rain slicked down his exposed leg. “I’ll make it all happen.”

“Can you read my mind or something?”

“No. Your body. It’ll tell me.”

Starlight hit and burst in her eyes. A gorgeous smile ticked at her lips, but only for a second. She tried to wipe it away, but the remnants were even more beautiful, even more intriguing. “Just so you know, I hate cocky men.”

He responded by getting out, shutting the door, and jogging through the rain over to room 134, the second-to-last door on the ground level. She remained in the car until he got the cardkey in the lock. A gentle jiggle. Then a hearty jiggle. Then a jiggle that rattled loudly up and down the row of doors. He thought, No, no, no. I am not going over to the office to talk to some greasy-haired late-night desk clerk about getting a new key now. Then, green light. Thank fuck. He stepped inside as her car door slammed. Then Shea appeared at his heels, slipping into the warm, dark room behind him.

The curtains were pulled nearly closed. The lamps out in the parking lot burned brightly, and a hard white stripe of light divided the room, lying crooked across the circular table under the window and traveling over both double beds.

A vision flashed in his head. Shea, lying back across the bed, her body perfectly framed in that stripe of illicit light, all that pale skin completely uncovered and moonlit gorgeous.

“I thought you were more of a Four Seasons guy,” she quipped.

“Clearly you need to get to know me better.”

She’d been teasing, but he was not.

 

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Long Shot (Highland Games, #1)

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Jen Haverhurst is on the verge of becoming a partner in New York City’s top event-planning company when her sister calls begging for help. The New Hampshire town of Gleann—where they spent many happy childhood summers—is in danger of losing its main attraction, the Highland Games. Jen reluctantly agrees to take over running the Games, as well as helping with their aunt’s failing B&B. But she didn’t count on Leith MacDougall.

Before Jen left town ten years ago, Leith was a summer friend who grew into something much more. Since then, he’s become a legend of the Highland Games, winning three years in a row. Now retired, he’s just about ready to skip town to chase his own dreams of success.

But when Jen tries to convince Leith to stick around and help revive the Games, their youthful romance is revived into a very grown-up Highland affair…

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About Hanna Martine

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Hanna Martine has loved stories—particularly the romantic kind—since she was very young. She spent a decade working in an office but has since dedicated herself to writing. She’s traveled to many wonderful places around the world, including the haunted Scottish castle in which she got married. Though she lives outside of Chicago with her family, her heart will always belong to Australia.

Comments

  1. Thanks so much for having me! Hope everyone likes the excerpt… 🙂

    Hanna

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