3/30/2012

New Contest! Want to Win Mark's Opening Gambit?


Winner Is:  Maya! 

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We're one week from Release! 

That means it's time to give away a copy to some lucky commenter! 

If you'd like a copy of Mark's Opening Gambit, leave a comment on this post, telling me what your favorite flavor of Pop Tart is! 

That's right... your favorite Pop Tart. 

Mine is plain old fashioned unfrosted strawberry, FYI. 

Winner will be selected by random draw on April 4th, so check back here then to find out.

(Don't forget- I can't contact you if you don't leave me your email address!) 

Want to know what you're getting? 




BLURB

The son of a wealthy business man, Mark Addison is an expert at chess and hiding. Mason Grant labors with his hands in a menial position; he's open about who he is and what he wants in ways that terrify Mark. . Their paths shouldn't have crossed, but now that they have...

They came from different backgrounds, yet each adheres to his own version of family duty and responsibility. One would make any sacrifice for his family's well being. For Mason Grant that means leaving school at sixteen and working hard while living as a man of integrity to set an example for his brothers.
The other would sacrifice anything to keep his family life calm. If that means hiding who he really is from his high society, narrow-minded parents, then that's what Mark Addison will do. He just wants to run his shop, host a few tournaments, play a few games of chess.
When Mason meets fussy, precise chess tournament director Mark, he isn't expecting much more than a few hours of uncomfortable sleep in his car while his brother plays.
One disdainful look from Mark changes that.



EXCERPT

The golden brown gaze didn't warm in the slightest under his own admiring regard, but scanned his faded Levis and tight T-shirt with disapproval. Mason half expected to be informed he didn't meet the dress code for the elegant little shop. Instead, Mark Addison looked him over and dismissed him as though he were beneath notice.
Shrugging off the snobbery, Mason slapped his brother on the back. "Go get 'em, kid.  Or whatever you guys call it." He hoped to sleep in his car while his brother played, and turned to leave immediately.
He met Addison's eyes again, tried for a smile, but the arrogant host stared right through him. "Students participating in the tournament are to be supervised by adults at all times." 
The inflectionless voice grated on his nerves as much as the pronouncement.  It wasn't like these were two year olds, for God's sake. It was Chess Club. By virtue of their very geekiness they were mature, well behaved teens.
Too bad such a sexy voice and face belonged to such a prick.  Unfortunately for Mason, he couldn't focus on Johnny's progress through the tournament. All he seemed able to focus on was that slim figure moving between the tables, the unconscious grace of the small man's movements, the seductive draw of tightening khaki across his backside as he bent to survey a board or pick up something from the floor.
He scowled as Mark glared at him again, turning and facing resolutely out the window into the parking lot. In the reflection the glass provided, he watched Mark excuse himself from Ainslie, the kid's coach, and head in his direction, a determined expression on his face.
Good. The self-righteous prick had noticed him. Mark stopped right next to him, and they stood staring out into the parking lot together.
"Stop staring at me like that."
Mason snorted, turned to look down at the shorter man. "Like what?"
The older man twitched and licked his lips. Mason stifled the groan that wanted to escape. He shifted restlessly.
"You know. Like...that."
"Like I want to throw you over my shoulder and take you out of here and fuck you? Sorry. Can't do that." Fascinated, he noted the flush on Mark's cheekbones deepen, heard the hitch in his breathing and knew that he'd been right. Chemistry burned between them.
"You..." Mark glanced cautiously around the shop at the kids concentrating so fiercely on their chess games, the proud parents and coaches peering anxiously at their little darlings. Mark stuttered to a stop before starting again. "Not here. We need to talk privately. Meet me behind the shop in ten minutes."






20 comments:

  1. Frosted Wild Berry Pop Tarts. Loved them since I was a kid.

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  2. er I will immediately rule myself out. I hated pop tarts, even when I could have eaten them. (now I have to go gluten free so I can't) but the mere thought of them makes me shudder. The kids liked chocolate... if I was in a nice enough mood to buy them. Can you even suill get them in UK i wonder?

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    1. and oops ravenmcallan@hotmail.co.uk even tho i don't like em

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  3. Well, I used to love s'more poptarts in highschool--mostly because I sometimes missed breakfast and those were in the vending machine in the cafeteria. XD I don't really eat poptarts anymore, but I'll bet I still like them.

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  4. Oh, oops--my email is the_ebb_ster@yahoo.com

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  5. I don't care for pop tarts but that because I like cake with lots of icing.Hope I'm still included.
    cvsimpkins@msn.com

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  6. Don't really like Pop Tarts but if I HAD to pick a flavour it would have to be "Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon". Am I still eligible? ;)

    qbeeqt@yahoo.com

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  7. I just love this question! Why? Because I recently re-discovered PopTarts just a few months ago and have one almost every day for breakfast. But I am hard-pressed to choose a favorite. There are two flavors that tie for first place there - blueberry and s'mores. PopTarts and coffee. Can't start my morning without either one! :-)
    msculp@gmail.com

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  8. Ooh~
    Another book to be excited for!! I can hardly wait! heh...
    ah, my favorite flavor pop tart is Cinnomon! :D
    Ah, I can even eat them cold (in fact I almost always do). They're freaking delicious!!

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  9. Ooh~
    Another book to be excited for!! I can hardly wait! heh...
    ah, my favorite flavor pop tart is Cinnomon! :D
    Ah, I can even eat them cold (in fact I almost always do). They're freaking delicious!!

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  10. Ooh~ Another wonderful book to look forward to! Eek! I can hardly wait!
    Ah, my favorite flavor pop tart is Cinnomon! :D
    I eat them cold or warm, whatever... they're freaking delicious!! lol

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  11. Ah, v.v/ sorry for the almost spam posting... stupid blogger keeps kicking me out when I comment. D< blasted thing!

    I hope my comment went through.
    Though, I forgot my e-mail. sorry... ^^;;

    arella3173_loveless(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  12. I can't wait to nestle this one on my kindle for keeps! Oh...and my fave pop-tart? I don't usually indulge in them...but when I do I love cinnamon and brown sugar - preferred toasted please. *big smiles*

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  13. This one sounds so good Lee. My favorite pop tart flavor is brown sugar cinnamon unfrosted.Sadly they no longer can be found in stores near me. I dream about them sometimes, sinfully delicious.My email is bcarr19@hotmail.com

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  14. I dont indulge - in pop tarts- often, but they'd have to be strawberry.
    Like the sound of the premise on this one

    Littlesuze@hotmail.com

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  15. My grandma used to eat unfrosted blueberry pop-tarts. After warming them in the toaster, she'd spread them with butter. Sometimes that's my comfort-default. But for snacks, the chocolate ones -- anything chocolate -- are my favorite. :D

    tracykitn AT yahoo.com

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  16. LOL As I read this question I had pop tarts next to me waiting for breakfast!

    Chocolate fudge...Yummy!

    Araya313@comcast.net
    Karen Candido

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  17. I've never tried them, ooops, I'm not sure they still sell them over here.
    I'd still love a chance to win the book though :-)

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  18. It would have to be brown sugar and cinnamon, they are the best.

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  19. It's the frosted cherry ones, straight out of the foil. :) diannewrites2(at)hotmail(dot)com

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