Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Text me, Tweet me, Need me Excerpt and Give away

Text me, Tweet me, Need me
by Susie Medwell
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.
Release Date: May 6, 2013
Heat Level: Sensual
Word Count/Length: 24,000 words/274 pages

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Texting and tweeting can lead to trouble when the truth gets out…

Dating your boss is bad. Finding out he’s married with a baby on the way is a whole lot worse, but losing your job when you show him the door really sucks. And when he knows all your family secrets, there’s bound to be trouble. But the job Samantha’s got lined up can put her life back on track. One last date for research purposes before she can finish her article on online dating–then she’s a man-free zone, and it’s serious journalism all the way.

Ben has only one thing on his mind: to keep the promise he made to look after Sam. All he has to do is work out how he can support a girl who distrusts men, hates charity, and definitely doesn’t want rescuing. He thinks he’s come up with the perfect solution, until he realizes it’s his heart, not his money he needs to invest.

But can Sam see past the lies and learn to trust a man again? And more importantly…will Ben still want her when he learns about her past?

“After reading the blurb I wanted to read this book. And I’m so glad I have. It’s funny and sexy…”--You Gotta Read Reviews

About the Author:
Susie has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them. She submitted her first novel, a thriller,
when she was twelve years old but as she hit her mid teens her tastes shifted from action to romance. She was soon addicted to alpha heroes, and what could be better than writing about them?

Her days are now spent daydreaming, and writing, about good looking, well built men who know what they want and know how to get it, men who know the meaning of sensual and put a girl's needs before their own... men who have a sensitive side (for your eyes only) as well as a rough who love women for what they are... men who aren't afraid to take on an intelligent, sassy woman....

She’s had an exciting and varied life, which feeds into her stories... she’s got an Honours degree in Computer Science ...a teenage son... a cat...a cottage in the English countryside...and her own sexy alpha hero! She loves sexy high heels...good food....good (lots and lots of coffee)... and sunshine, so whenever she can, heads off in search of the sun and inspiration for her stories. Susie also writes erotic romance as Zara Stoneley.

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Copyright 2012, Susie Medwell
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Enjoying proving I’m an idiot you can’t trust.”

“No.” If she’d thought his voice was hard before, this was new ground. Granite. And he looked angry. “No, I’m not enjoying this. I thought we had an agreement.” He looked straight at her. “Sam, we’re only one day in and you’re lying to me. What am I supposed to think?” His dark gaze bit into her, and her insides squirmed into an ever tighter knot. “I thought that I was a good enough judge of character to ignore all the skeptics who were warning me to steer clear of you.”

“What do you mean?” Fear sharpened her tone. “What do you mean the skeptics?” The gnawing in her stomach increased.

Why the hell hadn’t she seen this coming?

She’d been a bloody fool again. This wasn’t about not trusting her or thinking she couldn’t do the job, it was about every last person in the industry who judged her by what her stepbrother had done. She hadn’t thought it was a problem until Andy had sounded off, had pointed out to her that she only had a job because of him. Without him she was nothing.

The lead weight sank deeper in her gut. He was going to throw her out and all she could do was sit here with bile in her throat, saying nothing. Bowing to the inevitable. Except this time she wouldn’t.

“Oh come on, Sam, you know as well as I do that everyone knows everything in this business.”

“So this is about Mike is it? One day you like my work, then all of a sudden it doesn’t matter how I write, all of a sudden the gossip matters. Well, that stinks. You know that?”

“Hold on Sam, why the hell has this all turned into hysterics about Mike?”

“I’m not hysterical.”

“As near as, dammit.”

“And why the hell shouldn’t I be? It’s you who’s decided to sack me because of him.”

“Sack you? Because of Mike? Is that what you think?” His voice was flat, but when she looked up the granite features had softened. It brought a hard lump to her throat. But she didn’t want pity. Pity would make her cry. Bring the tears she was fighting tumbling out. “I don’t get where you’re coming from, Sam. This is about you breaking our agreement, not about your family. You can be related to the pope for all I care.”

“Then what’s all that shit about the skeptics? About industry gossip?”

“Oh, Sam.” He sighed and leaned back resignedly in his chair. “You know people talk, and one or two mouth off about you two being related and what he did, but I honestly think it’s all crap. The whole Mike thing is a lot of fuss about nothing, Mike was Mike and you are definitely you. But then you do something like this and I just don’t get it. And,” he leaned forwards, elbows on desk, studying her, “I don’t get why admitting you were close to him is such a big deal.”

“Close? He was my stepbrother.” Mike was gone, but his legacy lived on.

“We all have the odd problem relative. That’s what families are there for.”

“It‘s not funny.”

“Not much is in your world is it, Sam?” His voice softened even further and she hated him for it. It was easy for him to sit there making judgment.


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  1. Thanks for having me here today :-)

  2. Great pleasure Susie, Wish you all the best with the book :)

  3. Thank you for sharing the excerpt Ms.Clark and Susie
    Surely makes it for a good read!!
    Thank you for the giveaway and the chance to win :)
    Best Wishes,
    Sydney W

  4. Thanks for stopping by Sydney, it was a great pleasure.