Christine Ashworth Has a New Release Today

and I can’t wait to read it!

Christine Ashworth is my friend, so I may be a bit biased, but she’s a terrific romance writer. I really enjoyed Christmas Star, the first in the Star Tide series. That was a novella. This one’s a juicy full-length novel with a female rocker, a PI, danger and love.

To celebrate the new release, we’re giving away a copy of Guarded Star. Leave a comment below and one random winner will get lucky with Evie and Jake.

Link…

http://www.amazon.com/Guarded-Star-Tide-Book-ebook/dp/B00UW4B8HI/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1427158871&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=Christmas+Star+by+Christine+Ashworth

 

MAKE A WISH

Everyone leaves twenty-five-year-old Evie Marcherand, but with her naturally husky voice and musical talent she’s done okay, and her star is rising. Her songs and her guitar? Those she can count on. She’s just booked her first three-city tour. Too bad someone else wants to stop her music. Permanently.

Jake Wells. 39. Private investigator. Tall and lanky, with brown hair that’s going silver at his temples. What does he want? To go on vacation. But with four younger sisters, “protective” doesn’t begin to describe him, so a promise to a dead man means he’ll play bodyguard instead. Threats of violence against an up-and-coming singer/songwriter have been escalating, and there’s just no way that’s going to happen. But after he gets a taste of Evie Marcherand’s music—and lips—there’s no saying what will.

An excerpt from the book

Need tightened Jake’s every muscle. They waited, silent, for the elevator. He desperately wanted to know what she was thinking but had nothing to say to her that wouldn’t sound like a come-on. Tomorrow was a big night for her. He didn’t want to do anything to screw that up, so he’d just better hang on to his control and take a damned cold shower.

Or two.

Whatever would get him through the night.

The elevator finally arrived and he ushered her in. He hit the button for their floor and leaned back against the mirrored wall, gripping the bar that ran around the inside edge of the elevator, and made the mistake of taking a deep breath.

She’d worn a different perfume tonight, something exotic that went along with the makeup she’d used to great effect. She looked less like a beach girl and much more like a wanton siren, luring men and ships to a rocky death.

Jake tightened his grip as Evie sidled closer to him.

“What’s wrong?” Her smoky-sweet voice sliced through his pretense.

“Nothing.” The heat from her body tempted. The daydream he’d had in the club didn’t help. Her closeness, that dress, the perfume all pulled at his resolve to keep his hands off her.

She leaned back against the bar, her hip resting next to his hand. If he turned his palm up, he’d be able to cup her ass. He gave a silent thanks as the elevator slid to a stop and the doors opened.

But Evie didn’t move, so he pinched her behind and she jumped ahead with a little squeal. She turned to shoot him a dirty look, but he just hustled her out of the elevator to where he could breathe a little easier.

That lasted until they stopped in front of her room. “Will you come in?” Evie had opened the door and now stood, holding it wide for him. “Please?”

“Evie.” Oh God. Why did turning her down feel so wrong? “Your first big show is tomorrow night. Nothing else between us has changed. You should get some sleep.”

He expected something dramatic from her. Tears, maybe. Scorn. A tantrum. Something.

Instead, she just looked at him steadily, the door open, leaving the decision up to him. No demands made, other than her need, so clear on her face.

It killed him. She looked so vulnerable. His heart in his throat, he moved in, kissed her on the cheek and took the doorknob in his hand. “I’m right on the other side of the connecting door if you need me for anything. Sleep well. I’ll join you for breakfast in the morning, okay?” With a step backward, he pulled the door shut between them. “Throw the privacy lock on, Evie. Please.” He waited until he heard the lock click home before moving into his own room, feeling as though he had just missed out on the biggest adventure of his life.

 

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