Release Day Blitz ~ Rule #1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate by Portia Blake ~ Excerpt | Teasers | Giveaway
Afternoon all!
A sporty welcome to the Release Day Blitz for Rule #1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate by Portia Blake! Hockey! Marriage! Romance! And more! I am so in and I am happy I can promote this book to all my readers~ I cannot wait to read this one.
For today’s post I got a couple of teasers, a giveaway, an excerpt, and of course book/author information.
A very happy Release Day to the author, congrats on your book coming out!! hands out cupcakes
Sparks fly when Calixto meets his rock god idol, Sir Prince. But will it lead to true love?
To say I have a crush on Sir Prince is an understatement. The legendary rock star was responsible for my sexual awakening, and my heart has been devoted to him ever since. But I’m not just smitten with him during his heyday over twenty years ago. The older man has aged like a fine wine that I’m dying to swallow.
I take my obsession to the next level by playing Sir in a Four Princes tribute band. Imagine my shock when Sir shows up in my dressing room after my latest performance! Maybe it’s my imagination running away with me, but it kind of feels like we’re flirting? Or is that just his intense sexual pheromones overwhelming my fanboy heart?
I thought that would be the end of things, but then he invites me to dinner to “get to know me better.” Fingers crossed that’s code for taking me to his bedroom to indulge his sexual curiosity.
It’s foolish to get my hopes up, but what if Sir falls in love with me?
Skip a Beat is the fifth book in the Harmony of Hearts series and part of the Sunnyside universe. This novel features an age gap, rock star, gay romance. If you love cute sweetness, sexy fun, and no angst stories that will make you laugh and swoon, you’ll enjoy this satisfying HEA without cliffhangers. Each book can be read as a standalone or as part of the series in order.
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Portia Blake lived in Boston for many years and still thinks it’s the most beautiful city in the world. When she’s not off gallivanting from scenic location to scenic location, you’ll find her curled up with a good MM romance. She is a USA Today bestselling author under another name.
Excerpt
It’s going to be fine.
I need to close my eyes again, and this annoyingly lucid dream will shift.
There is absolutely no way I am in bed with Noah Fitzpatrick. People just sent up from the AHL don’t room with first-line players.
Which means I’m having a dream about being in bed with Noah Fitzpatrick, which isn’t hugely advantageous.
Obviously, it’s not like I’m gay or anything. I’m a hockey player.
I close my eyes and wait for the dream to change. It doesn’t.
I can still hear breathing, still feel the soft mattress and softer sheet against my sweaty skin, still smell a cologne not my own. Memories of a night that couldn’t possibly have happened barrage my mind. I came here to play Vegas, not to venture into a pink chapel that has always been the punchline in comedies.
The dream isn’t changing.
I decide this path isn’t working. I flip around, and he’s there. Short dark hair, a freckled nose that is the perfect amount of straight and curved, long black lashes, and green eyes that…
My heart sprints.
Green eyes that are looking straight at me.
“This isn’t a dream,” I say.
“Why would…” Noah’s voice rumbles, last night’s alcohol giving it a husky, roughened edge I shouldn’t find appealing, and his sleepy eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”
I nod eagerly. He gets it.
Noah scrambles from his side of the bed, causing the mattress to bounce, and I swear he’s not wearing anything. His shoulders are wide and sturdy, formed from years of dedication. My gaze temporarily drifts downward, past his six-pack, to a set of V-shaped muscles that aren’t supposed to look interesting. He yanks the sheet from the bed, and I roll away, letting him wrap the silky fabric around himself. Now he looks like a sleepy-eyed toga-wearing frat boy. I pull the blanket over me because copying his pose would be strange, and my body doesn’t realize this so isn’t the time for morning wood.
“Did we—?” Noah can’t finish the sentence. I won’t finish it for him. The words don’t feel right coming out of my mouth, even though I know how he wants to end it.
