Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Spotlight: 'Danger, Sweetheart' by MaryJanice Davidson

I'm very happy to spotlight one of Piatkus most recent releases today: Danger, Sweetheart by MaryJanice Davidson. Piatkus always has fun books coming out and I think today's spotlight is on a really fun summer book. After all, what else does one need but a quierky romance to read in the sunshine? Check out the Blog Tour poster to the left to see where else you can find out more about Danger, Sweetheart!

Pub. Date: 10/05/2016
Publisher: Piatkus
This city boy's about to get a taste of country life . . . 
Blake Tarbell has a town to save. Rich, carefree, and used to the Vegas party lifestyle, Blake is thrown for a curve when his former cocktail-waitress mother pleads he go back to her roots to save the town she grew up in. Blake's used to using money to solve his problems, but when he arrives in Sweetheart, North Dakota, this city boy has to trade in his high-priced shoes for a pair of cowboy boots - and he's about to get a little help from the loveliest lady in town . . . 

Natalie Lane's got no time for newbies. The prettiest gal to ever put on a pair of work gloves, there's nothing she can't do to keep a farm up and running. But when a handsome city-slicker rolls into town with nothing but bad farmer's instincts and good intentions, Natalie's heartstrings are pulled. She's about to teach him a thing or two about how to survive in Sweetheart. And he's about to teach her a thing or two about love.
I love books about people returning to their roots because it always seems to lead to such funny moments and quite often to happy characters as well. Also, when a city-boys and farming are brought together then you know something good is about to happen!
MaryJanice Davidson

About Davidson:

MaryJanice Davidson is a former model and medical test subject, as well as a New York Times best-selling author who has no idea why she is a success at what she does. ("No idea. At all.") Her books have been translated into several languages and are available in 15 countries ("No one is more surprised than I."). She frequently speaks to book clubs ("I don't know why my books sell."), writer's groups ("I don't know why I'm on best-seller lists."), and World War Two veterans ("Thanks for driving Hitler to suicide!"). She lives with husband, family, and dogs in St. Paul, MN, and loves ("No, really...I do!") hearing from readers. 

Find Davidson and Danger, Sweetheart on: Goodreads, Amazon, author's website and Facebook.

And now I've got a little sneak extract from Danger, Sweetheart for you!

Natalie Lane watched the rented truck cover the last half mile to Heartbreak and was not impressed. This would be the first of what promised to be weeks of awful days, and not for the first time she wondered why she didn’t give up, give in, and get lost. Follow half the town out of town. Let Sweetheart die. 
Not even if he stuck a gun in my ear. Because it wasn’t the town, it was never the town, it was always the people. Well. Most of the people. Garrett Hobbes, for example, could fuck right off. The world needed more golf courses like a diabetic needed a glucose drip.The truck passed the last gate and pulled up between the farmhouse and Barn Main. The engine quit and she could see him in the driver’s seat, moving his hands, and was he . . . ? Was he patting the steering wheel? In a well donemighty steed way? Yes. Yes he was.Self-congratulation must run in that family, she mused. Oh, and look at this. He remembered to kick out the ladder this time. Too bad. She’d  have loved to see him on his ass in the dirt. Again. 
Danger, Sweetheart“It’s you!” he said as he hopped down, having the balls-out nerve to sound excited. Except where did she get off ? Before she knew who he was, she’d have been happy to see him, too. If anything, she was more pissed because she had liked him on short acquaintance. What  if he’d never seen her in her other life? When would she have found out his terrible truth? Their first date? Their first month–aversary? Their wedding night?Wedding night? Jeez, Natalie, get a grip. 
“Hello again.” He stuck out his hand, which she definitely didn’t notice was large and looked strong, especially in contrast to her own teeny paws. Nor did she notice he had big hands and, as a glance at his shoes told her, big feet, and she definitely didn’t form a theory about his dick based solely on his sizeable mitts. She also didn’t notice how his smile took years from his face, or how his pricey clothes beautifully set off those long legs and wide shoulders, that  the color of his crisp button-down shirt was the same color as his dark blue eyes, that his tan slacks (slacks? Seriously? Slacks?fit like they were made for him(of course they were; guy’s probably got a fleet of tailors stashed somewhere) and that his swimmer’s shoulders made his waist appreciably narrow in contrast. He was still holding out his hand, and she gave it a brief listless shake, the limp kind with the bare tips of her fingers. “You’re late.”
Doesn't it sound fun?

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