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The Wrong Brother For Brooke
Hot Tide Book 3
by Michele De Winton
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
If he is
the wrong brother, then why does this feel so right?
the wrong brother, then why does this feel so right?
When a woman slithers into his hot tub, Kainui Keahi thanks the Kahuna
gods for providing the mermaid of his dreams. But when it becomes
clear it was his brother she was looking for, not him, he does the
honorable thing and sits on his hands while she flees. The woman is
impetuous, driven, and all kinds of wrong for him. But he can’t shake
the feeling her body is meant to be his.
gods for providing the mermaid of his dreams. But when it becomes
clear it was his brother she was looking for, not him, he does the
honorable thing and sits on his hands while she flees. The woman is
impetuous, driven, and all kinds of wrong for him. But he can’t shake
the feeling her body is meant to be his.
Brooke doesn’t have time to be embarrassed about a misplaced fondle in
the
dark. She’s headed for World Surfing League glory, her eyes focused
on winning the surfing competition. Until she dislocates her shoulder.
the
dark. She’s headed for World Surfing League glory, her eyes focused
on winning the surfing competition. Until she dislocates her shoulder.
Kainui is assigned as her physiotherapist and Brooke struggles to accept
he’ll get her skin under his hands once more. But when Kainui whisks
her away from the competition and shows her a different side of
Indonesia, their doctor/patient relationship is in danger of becoming
something deeper, and hotter.
he’ll get her skin under his hands once more. But when Kainui whisks
her away from the competition and shows her a different side of
Indonesia, their doctor/patient relationship is in danger of becoming
something deeper, and hotter.
Perhaps Brooke got the right brother after all…
Making Over Maya
Hot Tide Book 2
This Cinderella isn’t supposed to end up with the Wolfe.
Maya Taylor is all sass and style when it comes to closing a PR deal, but
when it comes to men, she has about as much witty banter as a
drowning grommet. So when fashion mogul, Dominic Wolfe, enters her
life, he seems to be bringing the perfect deal.
when it comes to men, she has about as much witty banter as a
drowning grommet. So when fashion mogul, Dominic Wolfe, enters her
life, he seems to be bringing the perfect deal.
She’ll teach him all there is to know about the highly competitive side of
surf sponsorship. And in return, Dominic will turn the beautiful
surf-klutz into a man-magnet. Dream deal, right?
surf sponsorship. And in return, Dominic will turn the beautiful
surf-klutz into a man-magnet. Dream deal, right?
Only the lessons start getting hotter than the beach mid-summer and
Dominic realizes he wants more. Much more. But the deal was their
relationship wouldn’t cross the line between business and pleasure…
Dominic realizes he wants more. Much more. But the deal was their
relationship wouldn’t cross the line between business and pleasure…
Another Shot With Summer
Hot Tide Book 1
He broke
her heart like a cheap surfboard…can he win her back?
her heart like a cheap surfboard…can he win her back?
After an accident stole his surfing career, Ashton Evans has a chance to
reinvent his life by photographing the leaders of the World Surfing
League. The problem? Summer Roberts is his first client. Now the
woman he can’t forget is spending long, hot Indonesian days in
front of his lens. In a bikini. And worse, she’s steaming up his nights.
reinvent his life by photographing the leaders of the World Surfing
League. The problem? Summer Roberts is his first client. Now the
woman he can’t forget is spending long, hot Indonesian days in
front of his lens. In a bikini. And worse, she’s steaming up his nights.
But no matter how tempting Summer is, Ashton must keep his hands to
himself. For the sake of her career, Summer is pretending she’s
still in a relationship with someone else. Being seen with Ashton
could blow her chance at making it onto the World Surfing League
leader board for good. But with their attraction as unstoppable as
one of the giant ocean waves that rule their lives, will they be
tumbled under by it? Or will Ashton finally get his second shot with Summer?
himself. For the sake of her career, Summer is pretending she’s
still in a relationship with someone else. Being seen with Ashton
could blow her chance at making it onto the World Surfing League
leader board for good. But with their attraction as unstoppable as
one of the giant ocean waves that rule their lives, will they be
tumbled under by it? Or will Ashton finally get his second shot with Summer?
Get ready for a wet, hot ride.
It’s no
wonder that Michele’s first romance has a little sparkle of the
stage tucked into its pages as she was a performer long before she
got adicted to the page. Being a writer was not what she was supposed
to be when she ‘grew up’ but then neither was a dancer. Her poor
parents. They thought that when she toddled off to law school they’d
bred a responsible, useful adult and instead they got a performer and
word junkie.
wonder that Michele’s first romance has a little sparkle of the
stage tucked into its pages as she was a performer long before she
got adicted to the page. Being a writer was not what she was supposed
to be when she ‘grew up’ but then neither was a dancer. Her poor
parents. They thought that when she toddled off to law school they’d
bred a responsible, useful adult and instead they got a performer and
word junkie.
She now writes full time in a studio
surrounded by the whisper of wind in the treesand only intermittent interruptions from her young son, husband and
hunger pangs. She’s based in New Zealand (land of beaches and
hobbits) loves chocolate, yoga, sunshine, her boys and happy endings.
surrounded by the whisper of wind in the treesand only intermittent interruptions from her young son, husband and
hunger pangs. She’s based in New Zealand (land of beaches and
hobbits) loves chocolate, yoga, sunshine, her boys and happy endings.
You can get in touch through facebook or twitter or through her website
and blog
www.micheledewinton.com
and blog
www.micheledewinton.com
Excerpt from Another Shot with Summer
The photographer had suggested using the very end of Grumari Beach
for their shoot, and now Summer could see why. Part of an
environmental reserve about fifteen miles from the main sand bar and
shops, it had a deserted island feel, although nowhere in Brazil could
strictly be called deserted. She headed over to where a man moved
around a stack of camera equipment, his back to her.
“I thought about doing something more urban. You know, with the
backdrop of Rio to spice up the image, but it seemed wrong. If the
client really wants sun-kissed, this is about as sun-kissed as it gets.”
Summer froze. That voice. And then the photographer stood from
where he’d been partially hidden behind his gear. The full impact of
Maya’s text sunk in.
“You!” Summer’s heart swelled to twice its usual size, and she felt
the blood beating all the way up to her ears. Ashton. The man whose
picture she’d kept under her pillow as a teenager, and the man who
had haunted her loneliest moments as a young woman. The bastard.
“Oh. She said she’d squared it away with you. She pulled a fast one
on both of us, huh?”
“Don’t worry. The cab can’t have got far. I’ll just call him back.”
Ashton caught her arm as she swiveled to leave, and she tried to
pull free as if he’d stung her. Her reaction to his touch was the same as
when she’d been a teenager. Hot, firm, sending her senses into sharp
overdrive, his fingers made her skin burn. These were feels she was
not ready to feel again.
He dropped his hand, and there was an awkward moment where
they looked at each other, frozen, and Summer realized he felt it, too.
His face was shocked, his eyes wide. The moment grew longer, her
breath catching in her throat as she waited, unsure of what to do next.
Then his pupils returned to normal, and his face softened. “We’re
here now, and the light is about to turn. Maya’s told the client I’m on
the job, so I need to get the shots. I’ll just be the photographer.
Everything else…” He waved his hand between them. “It’s history.
Ancient history.”
She felt his gaze on her a moment longer than was strictly
necessary. She brushed at her face, as if trying to get the sensation of
him off her skin. Then her awe turned to anger. “I guess it is all about
you, after all. Wouldn’t want you missing out on keeping your newclient happy.”
“That’s not what I meant. Shit.” He rubbed his chin. “This is not
how I wanted to see you again after so long.” He looked about as if
trying to find a distraction and came up empty. “I’m a different guy
behind the camera. I promise.”
She kicked the sand and wished the extra freckles the sun had added to
her face today would fade instantly. Nothing like freckles to make a
girl feel like a girl, instead of a woman. You are not a girl. Be the
bigger person.
There was an awkward pause. She straightened. “Fine,” she said. That
was all she was going to give him. Short, calm, professional.
The photographer had suggested using the very end of Grumari Beach
for their shoot, and now Summer could see why. Part of an
environmental reserve about fifteen miles from the main sand bar and
shops, it had a deserted island feel, although nowhere in Brazil could
strictly be called deserted. She headed over to where a man moved
around a stack of camera equipment, his back to her.
“I thought about doing something more urban. You know, with the
backdrop of Rio to spice up the image, but it seemed wrong. If the
client really wants sun-kissed, this is about as sun-kissed as it gets.”
Summer froze. That voice. And then the photographer stood from
where he’d been partially hidden behind his gear. The full impact of
Maya’s text sunk in.
“You!” Summer’s heart swelled to twice its usual size, and she felt
the blood beating all the way up to her ears. Ashton. The man whose
picture she’d kept under her pillow as a teenager, and the man who
had haunted her loneliest moments as a young woman. The bastard.
“Oh. She said she’d squared it away with you. She pulled a fast one
on both of us, huh?”
“Don’t worry. The cab can’t have got far. I’ll just call him back.”
Ashton caught her arm as she swiveled to leave, and she tried to
pull free as if he’d stung her. Her reaction to his touch was the same as
when she’d been a teenager. Hot, firm, sending her senses into sharp
overdrive, his fingers made her skin burn. These were feels she was
not ready to feel again.
He dropped his hand, and there was an awkward moment where
they looked at each other, frozen, and Summer realized he felt it, too.
His face was shocked, his eyes wide. The moment grew longer, her
breath catching in her throat as she waited, unsure of what to do next.
Then his pupils returned to normal, and his face softened. “We’re
here now, and the light is about to turn. Maya’s told the client I’m on
the job, so I need to get the shots. I’ll just be the photographer.
Everything else…” He waved his hand between them. “It’s history.
Ancient history.”
She felt his gaze on her a moment longer than was strictly
necessary. She brushed at her face, as if trying to get the sensation of
him off her skin. Then her awe turned to anger. “I guess it is all about
you, after all. Wouldn’t want you missing out on keeping your newclient happy.”
“That’s not what I meant. Shit.” He rubbed his chin. “This is not
how I wanted to see you again after so long.” He looked about as if
trying to find a distraction and came up empty. “I’m a different guy
behind the camera. I promise.”
She kicked the sand and wished the extra freckles the sun had added to
her face today would fade instantly. Nothing like freckles to make a
girl feel like a girl, instead of a woman. You are not a girl. Be the
bigger person.
There was an awkward pause. She straightened. “Fine,” she said. That
was all she was going to give him. Short, calm, professional.
I love the cover for Another Shot With Summer- My kind of man.
Making over Maya is my favorite cover.
Thanks for the chance.
Nice cover. I’ll definitely have to check this book out.
the cover is awesome, thanks so much
this cover looks like a book my wife would love to read
The covers convey the book genre well.
Thank you for sharing the excerpt and the giveaway.
These covers all catch my eye but Making Over Maya is maybe my favorite! How proud are you of your books? Which should we read first?
The covers look fine, though the guy isn’t rugged enough for my tastes.
These book covers are hot, hot, hot!
Sexy cover!
They all look like lovely books!
I couldn’t pick a favorite. They are all great!
The cover looks very sexy!
Great cover! Where is your favorite place to write?
I like the cover.
I like the covers of these books!
Another Shot with Summer.Looks intriguing.
cool cover
It is a great cover.
The covers are very yummy! Lol
Love it, very steamy! Another Shot With Summer is my fave.
Hotties!
who can be mad at a good looking man on the cover?
The book cover looks great!
I think the books sound great and I would love to read them.
All the covers are nice. 🙂 They look like good reads too.
I really like the Making Over Maya cover.
Its really neat.
The covers are very interesting
The Wrong Brother for Brooke is my favorite.
The cover for the Wrong Brother for Brooke is my favorite- it looks very tempting and sexy.
The book looks like fun
I think that most women will find the men on the cover of The Wrong Brother for Brooke attractive and the colors are good. I have no question for the author.