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Author: M. Leighton
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Genre: Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance (NOT appropriate for younger readers)The scorching tale of one girl and two brothers in a love triangle…that’s not.Olivia Townsend is nothing special. She’s just a girl working her way through college so she can return home to help her father run his business. She’s determined not to be the second woman in his life to abandon him, even if it means putting her own life on hold. To Olivia, it’s clear what she must do. Plain and simple. Black and white.But clear becomes complicated when she meets Cash and Nash Davenport. They’re brothers. Twins.Cash is everything she’s always wanted in a guy. He’s a dangerous, sexy bad boy who wants her in his bed at any cost. He turns her insides to mush and, with just one kiss, makes her forget why he’s no good for her.Nash is everything she’s ever needed in a guy. He’s successful, responsible and intensely passionate. But he’s taken. Very taken, by none other than Marissa, Liv’s rich, beautiful cousin. That doesn’t stop Olivia from melting every time he looks at her, though. With just one touch, he makes her forget why they can never be together.Black and white turns to shades of gray when Olivia discovers the boys are hiding something, something that should make her run as far and as fast as she can. But it’s too late to run. Olivia’s already involved. And in love. With both of them.Both brothers make her heart tremble. Both brothers set her body on fire.She wants them both.And they want her.How will she ever choose between them?
Excerpts from “Down to You”Down to You- Excerpt 1- Olivia
Meet Olivia. She’s just been wrangled into doing something she’s way too shy for, yet feels compelled to do anyway–strip a stripper. Excerpt 1: Taking a deep breath, I stand and turn toward the Hot Stripper Guy, purposely jacking my chin up another notch. He’s still watching me with those smoky coal eyes. When I take a step toward him, he very slowly raises one eyebrow. Heat washes through me. Must be those dangerous drinks, I think. It has to be. I feel flushed and a little breathless, but I take another step anyway. Hot Stripper Guy takes a step away from Ginger and turns to face me fully. He crosses his arms over his chest and waits, that one brow still raised in curiosity. He’s not going to make it easy. He’s leaving it all up to me, just like Ginger asked them to do. As if on cue, the music that’s been pumping into the room all night gets louder. It’s a sexy song, heavy on the bass. It’s mood music for sure. It seems to punctuate every intense beat of my heart as I get closer and closer to those velvety eyes. When I stop in front of him, I have to look up. My five and a half feet of height is nearly a foot shorter than his towering frame. Up close, I see that his eyes are brown. Dark, dark brown. Nearly black. Sinful. I’m lost in wondering why that particular word would come to mind when the girls start chanting for me to take his shirt off. Uncertainly, I glance at their excited faces then back to him. Slowly, he spreads his arms, holding them out to his sides, away from his body. One corner of his mouth twitches. His expression, his body language is rife with challenge. I realize he doesn’t think I’ll do it. No one probably does. And that’s exactly why I will. Letting the beat of the music relax my tense muscles, I plaster on a smile as I reach forward to tug Hot Stripper Guy’s shirt from the waistband of his pants.Excerpt #2: Meet Cash (Cash’s POV) Damn, she’s beautiful! Between this girl’s black hair, her bright probably-green eyes, her banging little body and the way she seems a tiny bit shy, I’m wishing we were alone in this room together. Her smile doesn’t leave her lips as she runs her hands around my waist, untucking my shirt. When it’s free, she starts to pull it up. But then she pauses. For a split second, I see her hesitate. She’s trying not to show that she’s unsure of herself, of what she’s doing. I stare down into those liquid eyes. I don’t want her to stop. I want to feel her hands on my skin. So I taunt her, hoping to feed the feline that I’d be willing to bet is buried somewhere down deep. “Oh, come on. Is that all you got?” I whisper. Her eyes bore into mine and I hold my breath, waiting to see which side will win. In fascination, I watch as the balance of power shifts and the change is reflected in her eyes. They get a little brighter, a little feistier. I’ve never actually seen someone muster courage. Determination. Something in this girl refuses to give in, to back down. She’s rising to the challenge. And it’s hot as hell. She keeps her eyes on mine as she starts to pull up my shirt. She leans in closer and I get a whiff of her perfume. It’s sweet and a little musky. Sexy. Just like her. She has to plaster her body to mine and stretch up on her tiptoes to get my shirt over my head. I can feel her breasts pushing against my chest. I could make the task easier for her. But I don’t. I like the feel of her rubbing against me. There’s no way I’m ruining that. Once she has my shirt off, she backs up and looks me over. She’s shy about it. That much is obvious. It’s like she wants to look, but she’s a little embarrassed to, which actually makes it more of a turn on for some reason. I’m sure every other eye in the room is watching me, watching us, but hers are the only ones I can feel. They’re like tongues of fire, licking my skin. They’re searing and tangible. Or at least they feel that way to me. I take a deep breath and her eyes drop to my stomach. Then they flicker down a little further. She stares longer than she should, but not nearly as long as I want her to. I start to get hard. Her eyes widen and her lips fall open just enough for her tongue to sneak out and wet them. I have to grit my teeth to keep from pulling her to me and kissing that lush little mouth of hers. Down to You- Excerpt 3- Nash Meet Nash. He and Olivia are having to go to an event together and he’s been trying to put her at ease, telling her not to be concerned with what she’s wearing. This is playful Nash. Excerpt 3:Her grin fully forms and she releases my wrist to salute me. “Sir, yes sir.” I love how playful she is. Such a nice change from Marissa, who’s always…well…who’s just not. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” I say with a nod. “A woman who knows her place is beneath me. Oh, wait. That didn’t sound right,” I tease. She laughs. “I’m beneath no man!” she replies harshly. Then, with a mischievous quirk to her mouth, she adds, “At least not without dinner and a drink first.” “Ohhhh, so that’s how it’s gonna be! Because there’s a McDonald’s right across the street.” I offer her my arm and she curls her fingers around the inside of my elbow. I know it’s ridiculous and juvenile, but I flex my bicep hoping she notices. “Is that all it takes to get you to, ahem, come to attention?” she asks, suggestively sliding her eyes over me. “I’m a twenty-five year old completing an internship at one of the most influential law firms in all of Atlanta. McDonald’s would never do it for me.” I stop at the door and open it, gesturing for her to precede me.“But now a look like the one you just gave me…” Her cheeks turn a delicate pink and she drops her eyes shyly. It makes me want to tear that dress off her with my teeth. “Colonel, just what is it you’re insinuating?” “Colonel? A salute like that and all I get is a Colonel?” “I don’t know. Have you earned enough stripes to be a General?” We stroll leisurely to my car. “Depends on how you think someone earns their stripes.” Two little dimples pop out on either side of her mouth where she’s trying to control her smile. “Oh, I guess the same way most guys earn their stripes,” she says, swinging the red purse attached to her wrist, trying to act nonchalant. “Baby, if that’s your definition, I’d be a four-star General.” Down to You- Excerpt 4- Cash…in a tank top Okay, so Cash’s tatoo covers the left side of his chest, but I can easily picture him as looking like this in the following scene. Let me know what you think of my…visual;)Olivia is waiting for him in his club and he scares her. Excerpt 4:“Holy mother of hell!” I say, grabbing my chest to still my racing heart. He laughs. “With a mouth like that, you’ll fit right in here.” If I weren’t so surprised, I’d probably take exception to that comment. Instead, I laugh.“You bring out the worst in me. What can I say?” Cash is wearing a black tank top that perfectly showcases his muscular arms and the interesting tattoo that adorns the left side of his chest. I try not to think of him as mouthwatering, but that’s the word that keeps going through my head. Dammit! He puts his elbows on the bar and leans in closer to me. “That’s because you haven’t given me the chance to bring out the best in you.”Now, can you sort of picture this guy as Cash? Excerpt 5: My first thought upon waking is of Cash. Licking my stomach. Tonguing my navel. And then looking so hard into my eyes. God, I could’ve devoured him right then and there! Damn the bad boys! I blame everything on my inherent weakness for them, because my head tells me I should be looking for someone much more suitable. Someone like Nash. Nash. In my head, I even sigh over his name. He’s every bit as delicious as his brother. Obviously. They’re twins. And even though he’s got less of the edge that seems to draw me in like a bee to honey, he’s got so many other things I love.