Friday, October 17, 2014

InkSlinger Presents~Libby Rice's Love Me Later Blog Tour & Giveaway!


Welcome to my stop on Libby Rice's Love Me Later Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by InkSlinger PR.
Blurb:
Scarlet Leore enjoys a glittering existence amongst society’s elite. Ethan Blake is a prizefighter knocking his way through school, counting on his winnings to bankroll the dreams that won’t fit in a boxing ring. When the two meet, neither can deny the instant attraction that wells between the hulking fighter and the heiress who is miles and millions out of his league. But a vicious attack leaves Scarlet physically and emotionally battered, and for Ethan, her allure crumbles along with the rest of his life after she accuses him of wielding the knife.

 Years later, Scarlet has abandoned the high life for that of a hard-working lawyer, while Ethan has clawed his way to the pinnacle of a business empire. Drawn into his world of high-stakes tech mergers, they dance to a tune of revenge, desire, and finally, redemption. But their world won’t tolerate an attorney falling for her client. They’ll need more than lust and forgiveness. They must bridge the chasm of a tormented past to understand who they are today. Only then can they forge a future in the face of the resurging enemy who once tore them apart.

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Excerpt:
Gone. 

Relief eased Ethan’s balled fists when he didn’t see Scarlet or her Maserati in the lot. Probably halfway back to paradise by now. Yet a vague sense of foreboding remained. 

Despite her absence, he loped forward across the expanse of lined pavement, which was empty save an old pickup and a beat-up Toyota sedan. Nothing out of place. At the other end, he turned his tired ass around, heading for the subway.

He saw her hair first. A bright stream of blonde, too beautiful to touch the filthy pavement, streamed out beneath her shoulders. She lay crumpled on her side beneath the passenger door of the truck he’d ignored. 

Like a shot, he charged for Scarlet’s prone form. A few steps out, he bent and scooped up a petite canister. Rolling the cold metal in his palm, he recognized a lipstick-sized mace spray. He winced, feeling the aluminum give in his fist. Like her, the package was shiny and colorful and, unfortunately, fragile. Purple, of all things. 

Shoving the spray into his pocket, he crouched next to her, blood pounding at his temples. Icy sweat froze over the long slide down his face, becoming part of the frigid landscape. 

She might be fine, a run-of-the-mill carjacking, and she hit her head.

But her little body curled into itself. Reaching out, he hovered a hand over her slumped form, then pulled away. Bruises marred the pale skin of her face and jaw, but otherwise he couldn’t gauge her injuries. Too much black. Keeping his touch feather light, he brushed along her chest and stomach, the only side he could access without shifting her torso.

Jesus. Blood-stained fingers wavered in front of him. A lifetime of transferring the fear in his mother’s eyes to the coward who’d put it there, and he’d let this ethereal beauty go it alone. He might as well have done the damage himself. 

He tucked her coat inward to block the wind. “Hold on, Empress.” She couldn’t hear his strained plea, but the appeal gave him hope, let him pretend she’d grant his wish. Fumbling for his phone, he managed to dial 911, clutching her chilled fingers while he talked to dispatch.

Huddling beside her, he wrenched himself under the truck to curl around the slope of her spine in a silent offer of warmth. Of comfort. And he waited, the whole time stroking the sunshine of Scarlet’s blonde curls and praying to a God he didn’t believe in that she’d be okay.


 Before becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them.

Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story.

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Blog Tour Schedule:

 Friday Oct 10
Short and Sassy Book Blurbs     

 Saturday Oct 11
Confessions of a Y.A. and N.A. Book Addict     
Between The Lines        

 Sunday Octr 12
Literary Assassins        
The Phantom Paragrapher        

 Monday Oct 13
Sleep Deprived Book Lovers       
She Hearts Books                   

 Tuesday Oct 14
This Mom Loves Alphas             

 Wednesday Oct 15
Books and Bubble Bath          
Sassy Lit Chic Reviews    

 Thursday Oct 16
Books Need TLC                         
Country Gals Sexy Reads            

 Friday Oct 17
For Whom The Books Toll           
A Life Bound By Books   

 Saturday Oct 18
Becky on Books              
Naughty Book Eden     

 Sunday Oct 19
A Pair Of Okies                
Sassy Divas Book Blog   

 Monday Oct 20
LuLo Fangirl                     
Adventures in Writing   

 Tuesday Oct 21
Lita's Book Blog            

 Wednesday Oct 22
grownupfangirl            
Obsessed by Books        
Got More Books             

 Thursday Oct 23
Summer's Book Blog    
Wicked Reads               

 Friday Oct 24
101 Ways to Make Love to a Spoon     
BadandDirtyBooks     

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