Excerpt with Giveaway ~ Stealing Taffy by Susan Donovan

stealingSeries: Bigler, North Carolina Series
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks (August 30, 2016)
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN-10: 1250008050
ISBN-13: 978-1250008053
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Ten weeks in a swanky Arizona rehab center and Tanyalee Newberry, aka Taffy, is ready to give up everything that isn’t good for her―her forgery habit, taking (i.e., stealing) things that don’t belong to her, and, of course, men. But when her flight home gets rerouted, she finds herself in a hotel room with her smoking-hot travel companion. One night together is all it should have been. But passion is oh-so sweet…

Special Agent Dante Cabrera has been duped at his own love-’em-and-leave-’em game by this so-called Taffy. To forget she ever existed, Dante buries himself in his work…until a case leads him to North Carolina and, impossibly, right back to her. He has no business messing around with this felonious femme fatale, especially one who could be in more danger than she thinks. But Dante also knows there’s more to her than great looks and hot nights―a soul-searching woman who wants amend her past sins. Is he ready to take their desire to the next level…and steal Taffy’s heart?

post-divider rightThanks to the publisher I have one (1) copy of Stealing Taffy to give away.

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post-divider leftsusanSUSAN DONOVAN's novels have won accolades for being witty, sexy, and entertaining. A former newspaper reporter with journalism degrees from Northwestern University, Susan is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author whose novels have been translated into dozens of languages. Susan is a two-time RITA Award finalist, and her novel TAKE A CHANCE ON ME was named Best Contemporary Romance of 2003 by RT Book Reviews magazine. She lives in New Mexico with her family and dogs.


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post-divider rightExcerpt ~

The Southern belle gazed up at him with clear- blue beautifulness under dark blond lashes. It was the first time he’d studied her up close, and it was all he could do not to suck in his breath in astonishment. She had to be one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen. Hers was a delicate kind of beauty. She had dainty bone structure. Soft skin. But there was something in those eyes that said she might be soft and dainty, but she sure as hell wasn’t fragile.

“Thankyousoverymuch,” she breathed. The airplane began to back out from the gate. “No problem.” He blinked at her, finding himself dangerously close to freezing up again. Deep, deep shit . . .

“May I have my bracelet?”

“What?” Dante realized he still clutched the shiny object in his palm. “Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

 It was one of those silver charm bracelets a lot of women seemed to wear. Among the charms that dangled from the circle of pink and silver beads was a heart- shaped locket, the word “Taffy” engraved on its face.

 “So, you’re Taffy.” Dante did his best not to laugh, since, really, could there be a more perfect name for this chick? There she was, a sweet piece of pink saltwater taffy, the kind that got all silky in your mouth with a little effort. Dante decided he would unwrap her and find out just how silky- sweet she tasted.

 “No, it is not my name, if you must know.” She pursed her lips tight and shoved the bracelet into her purse without elaboration.

 “No?” Dante smiled at her. “So you stole the bracelet from someone named Taffy?”

The woman stiffened. “No, I most certainly did not!” Okay, so he might have crossed the line with that little joke. Not knowing what in G-d’s name provoked him to do so, he glanced over at psycho senior, who’d obviously been eavesdropping. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him again.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he told pretty little whatever- her-name- was. “I was trying to be funny. It’s not my strong suit.”

The nasty old lady snorted.

“So, if I may ask, what is your name?” His new acquaintance fluttered her thick eyelashes at him, considered his question for a moment, then unleashed a perfectly seductive smile. “All right. My name is Taffy. I rarely tell strange men my name, but I decided to make an exception for you.”

Dante felt his eyebrows arch. This woman was good. Real good. So good that he guessed she made exceptions for men on a regular basis. “Well, I’m flattered, Taffy. And my name is Dan. Dan Carnes.”

 “Pleasure to meet you, Dan Carnes.”

Never taking his eyes from hers, he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. He held it there as the plane left the ground and angled up into the sky…
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The flight attendant’s voice came over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has informed us that due to an increasingly severe weather system in the Raleigh- Durham area, we are being diverted to Reagan National in Washington, D.C.”

A collective groan went through the coach cabin.

“What?” Taffy blinked in incomprehension. “But I don’t want to go to Washington!”

“We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause our passengers, but please be assured that safety is our primary concern. More information will be available at the gate, but we will now begin our initial descent into the D.C. metro area.”

She looked to Dante with huge blue eyes. The flight attendant raced by, picking up trash and instructing everyone to lock their tray tables and return seats to upright positions.

Dante suddenly took pity on daffy Taffy. Clearly, the girl wasn’t a seasoned traveler, and she needed some guidance. “Usually, in cases like this, they put you on the next outgoing flight once the weather is clear. Or, you could choose to stay overnight and catch a flight the next day.” His mind began to flood with the image of Taffy spread out on a hotel bed, naked, naked, and more naked . . .

“I don’t know anyone in Washington,” she said, shaking her head. Dante thought he saw her upper lip tremble. “Will the airline pay for a hotel?”

 He shrugged. “Not likely. These days you’re lucky if they bring the plane to a full stop before throwing you out the cabin door.”

She gasped.

Totally naked.

“I bet you’ll come up with a creative solution to that little problem,” said the eavesdropper, snorting again.

Dante shot the old broad a look he figured would shut her up. It worked like a charm.

Taffy blinked back real tears, and Dante felt a flash of sympathy for her. He might be a federal agent but he wasn’t a jerk. Not all the time, anyway. And he could tell that whatever Taffy had been up to in Arizona had left her vulnerable, unsure of her ability to cope, and in need of lots of vodka. Maybe just being away from Raleigh and everything and everyone she’d ever known was too much for her to handle. Maybe it was the jailbird ex- fiancé. Dante made a mental note that if he had a few extra minutes when he got back to Asheville he’d research any recent kidnappings, cold- case murder investigations, real estate swindles, and flying- squirrel incidents in the Raleigh- Durham area. It might give him an idea if any of the wacko tale she’d just told was true, though he wouldn’t bet on it.

 What was important was that he got her naked, ASAP.

“It’ll be okay,” he assured Taffy. He reached for her pretty little hand and held it in his own. Dante smiled kindly at her, calculating that it would take an hour, tops, and he’d have Taffy just the way he wanted her.



Copyright © 2016 by Susan Donovan and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.





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