Today marks the release of my naughty new release, Truth or Dare? As you can probably guess by the title, the book does feature a game of Truth or Dare, which is helped along by a bottle of tequila.
I had a lot of fun writing this short story. Cameron
is crude, and big-headed, and sexy as hell, and Dani, is proud and stubborn,
and well, she is scared to admit the truth about her feelings, because she
would see herself as pathetic. (Let’s face it; I’m sure a lot of us have felt
that way before over someone or something.)
With a little push and some tequila, Cameron is
determined to strip the truth from her and he won’t let her back-out of playing
until she proves – and he believes - she feels nothing for him, but like I
said, Dani is a little on the stubborn side, so it may take a couple of dares
to loosen her tongue . . . and clothing. ;-P
Now, I can honestly say Cameron and Dani have no
problem taking dares. Myself, well, I must admit if I had a little liquid
courage in my system and a man as hot as Cameron giving me deliciously naughty
dares . . . I might find I have more guts than I would like to admit, but I can
say with all certainty there are plenty of dares I wouldn’t do.
Now, I could easily write an essay, and right on top
would be “spiders.” I wouldn’t take a dare that involved anything to do with
the evil eight-legged ones, but to keep this post as an actual post I will tell
you the one dare I wouldn’t do that you will find mentioned in the book.
Go streaking through Dani’s apartment building.
I wouldn’t go streaking. Full Stop. Not even around a
room, or in the privacy of the apartment itself. Me running around butt naked
wouldn’t be a pretty sight, I can promise you that. Knowing my luck I would get
locked outside the building and a bus full of people would drive past. God, I
would be mortified.
Every other dare mentioned in the book . . . Well, I
don’t think you could blame me for at least considering doing them. ;-P
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Truth or Dare?
Blurb:
Do you dare tell the truth?
A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.
Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.
Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?
A tequila fuelled game of Truth or Dare is not Dani’s idea of fun, but when Cameron, the jerk who rejected her a year ago is the one provoking her into playing, how can she say no? Not that he’s giving her the option in the first place.
Bravado compels her forward, but when the dares get physical and their friends leave them alone, Cameron’s questions turn to her feelings for him, and unfortunately, lying is not part of the game.
Will a dare give Dani the courage she needs to tell Cameron the truth?
Excerpt:
“Fine, I will
take a dare.” I glanced at Ben. “What do you want me to do?”
A wicked grin
spread across his lips. It was almost as sexy as his brother’s. “I want you to
lick salt off Cameron, and then take the lime from his mouth.”
He had to be
fucking kidding. “What?”
“You heard the
man.” The amusement ran clear in Cameron’s voice.
An idiotic
bout of nerves skipped through me. “And do I dare ask where I will be drinking
the tequila from?”
Ben’s gaze
flicked to Cameron, who I couldn’t bring myself to look at. Holding up my hand,
I cut Ben off before he suggested anything else.
“Never mind.
I’ll do it.” Untangling my legs, I slid off the sofa, levelling a look at
Cameron.
He pulled his
T-shirt over his head, and my mouth dried at the way his six-pack rippled with
each movement. He was solid, perfect. His skin was a healthy bronze. A fine
dusting of dark hair ran from his navel and crept down into his jeans. I
couldn’t help but follow the teasing path with my gaze….
“See something
you like?”
Did I ever. I
hated to admit it, but he was the kind of guy you just wanted to lick—well,
anything off of.
“Nope. I’m
just wondering why removing your top is necessary. Scared I’m going to spill my
drink on your T-shirt?”
His
lips turned upward. “Man told you to lick salt off me, but he didn’t say where
you would be licking the salt from.”
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