Saturday, May 27, 2017

Luck of the Draw - Sample from Susan Ann Wall @BonnieEdwards

I’m sharing samples from the books in the “good fortune changes lives” box set Luck of the Draw – 13 Lucky Romance and Suspense novellas. This set contains brand new eclectic stories revolving around taking chances and winning!

Luck of the Draw is an Amazon exclusive that contains all new stories and was released May 11. 

Today I offer this scene from Susan Ann Wall’s INSERT WIFE HERE. Enjoy the read!

Cyn would have laughed had she not choked on her drink. Sean Beckett needed a date?
Next he’d be claiming to join a monastery.
“Why is that so funny?” he demanded.
Ignoring the desire to lean forward and get closer to the sexy man who flirted too easily, Cyn reminded herself not to encourage the playboy who had been asking her out for months and who was starting to wear her down. She’d been turning a blind eye to his propositions since moving to Lilac Ridge last summer. The longer she put him off the more she wanted him, but the charming and sexy barkeep came with a warning label Cyn couldn’t turn a blind eye to.
She cleared her throat, but couldn’t hide the amusement. “I thought you had a girlfriend. Sam, right? Aren’t you going out with her?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend. If I did, I wouldn’t be asking you.” The rumble in his voice held no amusement, but the underlying annoyance caught her interest. Sean dated everyone. Okay, maybe dated wasn’t the right word, but who was Cyn to judge. She’d gone on dating binges a couple times in her life. It beat spending every night alone.
“Okay, well, why ask me?”
“Why not ask you?”
“You’ve been asking me out for months and I always say no. Are you counting on me saying no now?”
Sean shook his head and leaned closer. His cologne wafted to where Cyn tried to keep her distance, wrapping its talons around her and drawing her to the source.
“I’m banking on you saying yes.”
Interesting choice of words. Cyn replayed her conversation with Tristin in her head. Not once did she elaborate on how she intended to win money in Vegas, so Sean couldn’t know she had a gift for blackjack.
“How much of my conversation with Tristin did you overhear?” Gramps had taught her not to squander her talent, but to protect it. She’d made the decision long ago not to share her gift with anyone. Tristin was the only exception to that rule.
“I heard enough,” he said.
Enough to jump to conclusions that Cyn had to squash now. “I’m not gambling for you.”
His pinched brow implored clarification, but Cyn owed him nothing. Sean was an acquaintance, someone she flirted with on occasion. She didn’t even classify him as a friend, so she sucked in a deep breath and held it in an effort to stand her ground. When his brow relaxed and smile returned, those dimples inspired her impulsive side to awaken from the sleepy haze she’d managed to keep it in. She licked her lips, and started to lean forward, stopping herself only when a glass shattered on the wood floor behind the bar.
Sean didn’t flinch, his gaze now locked on her lips. The heat there made her not want to care about any consequences associated with his offer. Before her control waned again, Sean rescued her by lifting his gaze to her eyes. “That’s not why I asked you.”
“Then why did you?” she whispered, her gaze once again darting to his mouth. Correcting that immediately, the little spark in his eyes told her he’d caught her looking. “If you think I’d have sex with you in exchange for a trip to Vegas—”
Sean stood, annoyance making an encore appearance. “Do you want a free trip to Vegas or not?”
Cyn’s spine stiffened into an upright posture. She took another long drink and dug deep for the honest and forward woman she strived to be. For whatever reason, that side of her liked to go on vacation whenever Sean was around. “I’m not sleeping with you.”
“That’s not what this is about,” he insisted.
Opting to accept that as a blatant lie rather than take it as a blow to her ego — because if the rumors were true, Sean slept with everyone — Cyn smiled. The truth was, she needed money, desperately, and Sean had opened a door “When is the wedding?”
Saturday. “As in a week from today?” she asked.
“So, we’d fly out on Friday?”
Wednesday. My sister has a lot of festivities planned starting Thursday.”
Wednesday? Sean, I can’t fly to Vegas on Wednesday. I have to work.” Cyn had vacation accrued, but she doubted her boss would appreciate such short notice.
“Take it or leave it, Love,” he shrugged. “From what I heard, you need money and Vegas is your best bet to get it. I’m offering you a free trip in exchange for being my date to the wedding and all the other required activities Brianna has planned. It’s a win-win.”
Maybe so, but this was too impulsive. Cyn had worked too hard to tame that nature. She couldn’t just toss aside her new-found strength. “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t accept.”
“You can, you just don’t want to.”
She wanted to, and that’s why she couldn’t. Vegas, with the man she’d been fantasizing about since the moment she rolled into town, the man whose reputation had Cyn locking down her desires? Bad idea. The worst.
“Fine, I don’t want to.” She took a final sip of the drink, ready to gather her bag and hit the road, away from temptation.
“Now you’re just lying.”
She looked toward the restrooms, willing Tristin to appear so they could leave. Nowhere in sight, Cyn turned back to Sean. “I know you see me as a challenge because I won’t go out with you, but I’m not ever going to, so you should just give up this childish game.”
That earned her an eye-roll and she gave one right back.
“You’re not a challenge, Cynthia.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He smirked, as if he’d just scored a point for calling her by the name she disliked. “No strings, no sex, I promise. Brianna is the third sister to get married. That makes me fair game for all my sisters and my mother to play matchmaker. Bringing a date will save me from that and I will owe you. Free kinky drinks for a month.”
Cyn only ordered the kinky drinks to elicit Sean’s sexy grin, her way of flirting while still keeping her distance. Otherwise, she was more of a rum and Coke kind of woman.
“Free drinks for the rest of the year,” she countered. Yes, he played the sympathy card and she was falling for it hook, line, and sinker, but she really did love Vegas, her home. She missed it. More than that, she needed money. Blackjack was her best bet at buying the lake-front cottage. She’d regret turning down Sean’s offer.
When he groaned, she stood to leave.
“Okay, free drinks just for you for the rest of the year.”
“And no sex,” she added, just to be one hundred percent clear.
He held up his hands in surrender. “No sex, I promise.”
Cyn held out her hand. “All right, Mr. Beckett, you’ve got yourself a date to your sister’s wedding.”
Sean took her offered hand, but instead of shaking it, he turned it and brought it to his lips where he planted a kiss that was anything but chaste.
No clenching of her thighs could stop the thrill racing across her skin until it reached her very core. Her spine shuddered and Sean noticed, his smile a warning that she couldn’t trust him to keep the no sex promise.
Maybe she couldn’t trust herself.

About the Author

Big dreamer and certifiable overachiever Susan Ann Wall embraces life at full speed and volume. She’s a beer and tea snob, can be bribed with dark chocolate, and the #1 thing on her bucket list is to be the center of a Bon Jovi flash mob.

Susan is a USA Today bestselling, multi-genre author of racy, rule-breaking romance and women’s fiction. Her bragging rights include the Fighting Back for Love series, Puget Sound ~ Alive With Love series, Superstitious Brides Romance series, Sunset Valley Women’s Fiction series, and Devon Taggart Suspense series. She also likes to boast about her three maniacal children, two amazing rescue dogs, and a happily ever after that started while serving in the U.S. Army and has spanned over two decades (which is crazy since she’s not a day over 29).

In her next life, Susan plans to be a 5 foot 10, size 8 rock star married to a chiropractor and will not be terrified of large bridges, spiders, or quiet people (shiver).

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