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Monday, August 18, 2014

~Virtual Book Tour & Giveaway: Kiss Me, Captain by Gwen Jones~

Kiss Me, Captain: French Kiss # 2
By: Gwen Jones
Releasing August 26th, 2014
Avon: Impulse


Blurb
French billionaire Marcel Mercier loves women. And there's a string of broken hearts across two continents to prove it. But as CEO of Mercier Shipping, he's got more important things to worry about . . . like why the charter company he just purchased in the United States is suddenly the center of an international media firestorm.

Now that big, bad Mercier Shipping owns Captain Dani Lloyd's ship, she's sure her job is at stake. But she won't go down without a fight—even if it means chaining herself to the mast of the Esther Reed and refusing to set foot on shore.

The delectable captain and her newsworthy dramatics are a PR nightmare, but Marcel is happy to let Dani prove her skills on a weeklong sail to Boston. He knows no woman can resist him for that long . . . in fact, he's counting on it.

But Marcel's plan to seduce Dani backfires as sparks fly between the billionaire playboy and the passionate captain. Which leaves Marcel realizing that winning her heart is a challenge he can't afford to lose.


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About the Author
Gwen Jones has an MFA in Creative Writing from Western Connecticut State University and is an adjunct Assistant Professor of English at Mercer County Community College. Gwen is a fabulously talented and creative writer who mirrors the style of Nora Roberts with depth of character, intelligence and humor. She is currently working on another brilliant romance, with an expected completion in the Summer of 2013. She is a member of Liberty States Fiction Writers, The Romance Writers of America, and blogs at http://gwenjoneswrites.com.


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Excerpt
Pineapple, Marcel Mercier deduced, drifting awake under the noonday sun. A woman’s scent was always the first thing he noticed, as in the subtle fragrance of her soap, her perfumed pulse points, the lingering vestiges of her shampoo.

Mon Dieu, how he loved women.

“Marcel,” he heard, feeling a silky slide of leg up his own.

He opened his eyes to his objet de l’affection for the last three days. “Bébé …” he growled, brushing his lips across hers as she curled into him.

“Marcel, mon amour,” she cooed, fairly beaming with joy. “Tu m'avez fait tellement heureuse.”

“What?” he said, nuzzling her neck. Her pineapple scent was driving him insane.

She slid her hand between his legs. “I said you’ve made me very happy.” Then she smiled. No—beamed.

He froze, mid-nibble. Oh no. Oh no.

She kissed him, her eyes bright. “I don’t care what Paris says—I’m wearing my grandmère’s Brussels lace to our wedding. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

He stared at her. Had he really gone and done what he swore he’d never do again? He really needed to lay off the absinthe cocktails. “Mirabel, I didn’t mean to—”

“Why did you leave me last night?” she said, falling back against the chaise, her bare breasts heaving above the tiny triangle of her string bikini bottom. “You left so fast the maids are still scrubbing scorch marks from the carpet.”

Merde, he really ought to get his dard registered as a lethal weapon. He affected an immediate blitheness. “I had to take a call,” he said, his standard alibi, raking his gaze over her. She really was quite the babe. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

All at once she went to full-blown en garde, shoving her face into his. “Really. More like you couldn’t wait to get away from me. And after last night? After what you asked me?” Her enormous breasts rose, fell, her gaze slicing into his. “You said … You. Loved. Me.”

Had he? Christ. He needed to defuse this. So he switched gears, summoning all his powers of seduction. “Mirabel. Chère.” He smiled—lethally, he knew—cradling her chin as he nipped the corner of her mouth. “But that call turned into another, then three, and before you knew it …” He traced his finger over the bloom of her breasts and down into the sweet, sweet cavern in between, his tongue edging her lip until she shivered like an ingénue. “You know damn well there’s only one way to wake a gorgeous girl like you.”
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