4/28/2011

Release Day Give Away- If You Dare!

Release Day Give Away!

6 More Days to Enter! 

Hey, hey friends! The release date for Keeping House, Truth or Dare # 1 looms closer and closer.  May 6th is just around the corner.   

 What better way of celebrating  a new release from a hot series than having a contest and giving away a free copy?

So that got me to thinking.. .and I called in reinforcements in the form of my Lovely Havan.    What sort of contest would be worthy of this series?  And she said with a wicked giggle, "Truth or Dare . . . hmmmmm . . . yep, it's a no-brainer. The enticingly cute main character Mischa is forced to participate in the ‘dare’ part of the game . . . so it is only fitting that the contest be wrapped around that, right?".

So, from today until next Thursday, May 5th, on both Havan's blog and mine, if you make a comment and describe the most outrageous, completely insane, erotically hot or simply stupid dare you’ve ever fulfilled,  you will be entered into a random drawing. On May 5th, we'll combine all the entries and  randomly draw a winner, who will receive their free copy on May 6th.

Here is the blurb for Keeping House and an excerpt to wet your whistle. Now remember, after reading to leave a comment describing your best (or worst *chuckles*) dare to enter yourself into the drawing for a free copy!


Keeping House

Mischa knew his brothers were up to something. 
He didn't know it would lead him to Donovan Holloway and change his carefree lifestyle forever.


Donovan Holloway, advertising executive, newly made vice president of the company where he's worked for twenty years, grew up in a free love hippie commune, taking care of the parents who should have been taking care of him. He's worked hard to put himself through school and achieve the American dream. All he's ever wanted was a normal family life—house in the suburbs, two cars, two kids, a shaggy dog. A family to come home to—to care for, and to care for him.

Mischa Blake is the green eyed, liberally-pierced, black-haired, Mohawk-wearing spoiled youngest son of a Hollywood producer and his actress wife. Mischa has made a terrible mistake. In a fit of childish pique, he's accepted a dare from his older brothers. The dare? Live on his own, supporting himself completely for a year without accessing his trust fund. No problem. Except Mischa has never worked a day in his life, hasn't finished college, and has absolutely no skills that he can bring to the table. 

So when he sees Donovan's ad for a housekeeper/gardener, he has nothing to lose by applying, because really...how hard can it be?



EXCERPT



"So, tell me why you want to work for me." That should give him pause.

"I don’t. My brothers dared me to get a job, and it’s been a lot harder than I expected. I just came from a McDonalds where the manager had a guy with a BS cleaning the toilets and an MBA flipping burgers. The economy sucks." Mischa sounded dejected.

"Ahh." He wanted a job on a dare? What the hell? Who told a prospective employer they didn’t want to work for them? "Let me tell you a little about the parameters of the job.”

Mischa gazed at him quietly, waiting. Maybe the daunting aspects of the task would send the kid the way of the first applicant. "You’ll be responsible for preparing meals. I eat breakfast at six, daily, take a boxed lunch to work, and expect a minimum of a three course dinner. Sometimes I have guests, and occasionally dinner parties." He didn’t really, but threw out the possibility anyway. For a moment, he was distracted by the amusing vision of a room full of elegantly clad clients and coworkers staring in horror as a Goth-garbed Mischa, hair spiked and piercings glittering in the candlelight announced that dinner was served.

"Got it. Cooking. I can do that." Mischa seemed to be trying to convince himself as much as Donovan of that fact.

"You’ll have to do the shopping. I don’t have time for things like that. Then there’s the cleaning. I expect the house to be spotless at all times." He assiduously ignored the fact that the house was currently anything but clean.

Mischa wasn’t inclined to be so kind, though. He glanced pointedly around the kitchen, at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink, the debris from several takeout meals on the counter tops, and the unpacked boxes of kitchenware. "Ok. Clean. I can do that."

"I need the house put together, too. The boxes," he waved around, "unpacked and stuff put away. The walls painted, furniture ordered and assembled and put in place."

Mischa looked shocked. "You trust me to decorate your house?"

"No. I have the plans here." He thumped the red leather-bound album that held the dream house drawings he’d labored on over the years on the marble counter. "I need my housekeeper to coordinate the workmen, decorators, deliveries and so on."

More nods. "I can do that."

Donovan stared helplessly at the kid. Stop calling him kid. It’s too pervy. What else? "References? Do you have references?"

Mischa bent over and the tight black t-shirt rode up as the skinny jeans inched down. Damn. All that creamy white flesh, hairless and smooth tempted him to reach out and touch, to examine the texture and resiliency. He wondered if there were any more shiny piercings hidden under that severe black garb.

"Hey," Mischa was waving a handful of papers in front of his face, and Donovan flushed slightly. Could Mischa tell he’d been staring inappropriately at his exposed skin?

"I’ll, ahh, I’ll keep these. I need to call on them later." He searched desperately for something, anything to turn the kid-man off the idea of working for him. Recalling the indignation and vitriol of the second applicant, he took a shot in the dark and threw it out there. "I’m gay."

No response.

"I said I’m gay, a homosexual, a flamer."

No response. Just inquiring green eyes locked on his face. Someone must have told the kid–man that eye contact was important.

"I sleep with other men?" Shit now he was making statements as questions.

The pierced brow rose slightly at that in an enigmatic gesture, but no response was forthcoming.

"This is a live in position. You don’t mind working for and living with a gay man?”

Finally, Mischa smiled. Donovan’s heart lurched at the sexy sweetness of that smile. The tiny silver hoop in his lower lip glinted seductively. Wonder how that piercing would feel when he pressed his lips to Mischa’s? It certainly drew attention to the swollen plumpness of the full red lower lip. Yeah—he really needed to get laid this weekend.

"No. I don’t mind working for a gay man, as long as you don’t mind hiring one." Mischa’s smile was now a broad grin, and he settled back more comfortably on the barstool, as though he were suddenly making himself at home.

Sudden sympathy overrode Donovan’s concerns. Why not give the kid a chance? If Martin Weston hadn’t hired him to work in the copy room at his company all those years ago despite his being an underage gay hippie he wouldn’t be where he was today. He’d probably regret this, but it looked like the skater-Goth-boy/man had talked himself into a job. And the corporate advertising executive was sentencing himself to a series of cold showers. 

4 comments:

  1. Okay... let's see, when I was 22, my parents bought themselves and my brother and I weekend cruise tickets to Mexico. My best friend, a total slut I may add, dared me to get some all three nights from three total strangers. Hey, don't look at me... it was the 80's... everybody was doing it and I was a horny young thing. Anyway, after the parents went to bed and tucked my little sea sick bro in bed, I went out on my man hunt. Sitting in one of the onboard lounges, I was having a cocktail when a crew member offered to buy this little girl a drink. Did I mention that he was a very tall, very gorgeous Greek engineer? Hubba Hubba! Well, needless to say I got some all right, all three nights and then whenever the man was in port! Not three different strangers but one fantastic Greek god!

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  2. the most outrages dare was about 16 Years ago My Sweetie and I went camping all over Nova Scotia well at one camp ground he dared me to walk around with not top on So I took the dare thank God we were the only ones there Or I would of died from embarresment LOL Can't wait for your new book Lee Honey : )

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  3. Let's see when i was in college i was dared to have sex in a funeral home..well I sweet talked the new funeral guy they had hired..He had never had sex with a blk woman so i fucked in one of the newly delivered coffins.needless to say it was a one time fling.

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  4. Ok...this was my dare....
    I went out on a double date to the local county fair in the summer. Now I am deathly afraid of heights and do not do amusement rides. My boyfriend knew this but tried to convince me to go on the ferris wheel. Of course, I wouldn't budge and he continued to "dare" me to the point of embarrassment. I swear I don't know how it happened but I got on the damn thing, I should have known better but hell, I was only 15. It started out OK, I just closed my eyes and tried going off to my "peaceful place" in my mind. Then the guy who ran the ferris wheel (found out later my boyfriend made a deal with him)thought he would pull a funny and stop the wheel with us on top. The screaming started, the peaceful place was no more, and I am in a panic. It seemed like we were on top forever...I am still screaming, my boyfriend is trying to get the attention of the guy running the wheel with absolutely no luck.
    The wheel started moving, and as it is coming down I threw up on the boyfriend and the wheel guy, perfect aim. I haven't been on the ferris wheel or any other amusement ride since then. Oh...the boyfriend was history before the screaming started.

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