Friday, November 14, 2014

Made For You Blog Tour (Excerpt+Giveaway)


EXCERPT
Will knew exactly the moment she’d seen him. He felt it like a shock to the balls, and he wanted a shot of whisky. Now.


It had taken a full fifty-seven minutes since he’d walked into the door until her ice blue eyes had locked on him, and that was including the ridiculous amount of time she’d spent in the bathroom.

She made him wait another twenty minutes before seeking him out.

But what was an extra seventy-seven minutes when you'd already waited a lifetime?

Will watched her approach, her expression schooled into an expression of polite indifference. She stopped a several inches in front of him, and only the slight narrowing of gray-blue eyes giving any indication that she wanted him dead. Which of course, she did.

"William."

"Brynn," he said, matching her prim tone.

He felt a little jolt of disappointment at her vapid smile. It was the same courteous, reveal-nothing expression she’d given everyone else in the room. He’d been kind of hoping for that special brand of bitchy that she’d always reserved just for him.

"You're looking a little wider around the hips," he said with an insulting glance up and down. She hadn’t, but the thought that she’d gained an ounce would keep her up at night.

Her smile slipped for a second, and for a moment he realized if he’d struck a nerve. 
Normally he wouldn’t dare touch the subject of a women’s weight. He wasn’t a total ass.

But Brynn had had the same perfectly slim figure as long as he’d known her -- she wouldn’t tolerate anything else. Her physical appearance was flawless.

Her personality, however...

"And you're looking...manwhorish,” she said with the usual venom.

Ah. There the old Brynn. He nearly smiled. “So. Nice party,” he said blandly.

"Yes, it was sweet of Sophie to put it together."

"Mm hmm," he said, taking a sip of his red wine. "And exactly how intense was the urge to strangle her when you learned that she’d planned a surprise party instead of the usual boring birthday dinner with your family?”

This time the smile faded all together. "Don’t. Don't do that thing."

"What thing?"

"That thing where you make it a point of thinking you know me better than anyone else."

Don't I? He stifled the thought. For now.




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