Virtual Tour - The Billionaire Next Door By Jessica Lemmon
Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-
until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .
THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR
Billionaire Bad Boys #2
Jessica Lemmon
Releasing Oct 25th, 2016
Forever
Can't
Buy Me Love
It's Tag Crane's job to be the life
of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of
running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn't perfect.
Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great
Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem,
Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction
he's ever seen.
Dog-sitting by day, bartending by
night. It's not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane
rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her
help for the Crane Hotels, it's a fantasy come true. What's the harm in a fun
no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like
Tag-until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with
forever . .
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Top 5 Ways To Frustrate An Alpha
Billionaire Bad Boy
Excerpt
When she
reached the door, she pulled her fingers through her blond hair, and decided
her visitor had earned the penalty of seeing her sloppy hair, leftover makeup,
and pale blue flannel pajamas with a polar bear and snowflake design.
She turned
the knob and blinked, stunned.
Holy crap,
there is a mountain man at my door.
She was
faced with wide, round shoulders. A waterfall of caramel-brown, slightly wavy
hair cascaded down his arms. He wore a closely trimmed beard, his mouth flat
beneath it. One eyebrow was arched over the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
“Hello,”
she managed, before jerking her gaze from his assaulting blues to take in the
fitted cream-colored sweater, a pair of gray cargo pants, and laced leather
boots.
He was like
a sexy city lumberjack.
“Hi.”
Oh. That
voice. Deep, rich, and low enough that it registered in her belly.
When his
eyes dashed away from her face and he smiled, her brain turned to mush. She
couldn’t think of a thing to say. Not a single thing.
“There he
is. Hey, buddy.” The giant knelt as Adonis meandered through the living room,
pausing to do a downward-dog stretch in front of the man’s feet. The dog
received a scrub on the head, and she was rewarded with more of her guest’s low
voice. “You’re better today, yeah? Sleep okay?”
Meanwhile,
Rachel gawked at the two of them. Her appearance was probably less put-together
than the dog’s. She ran her fingers through her hair again, making it worse at
this point, and straightened her pajama top futilely. There was no escaping
that she looked as if she’d crawled out of bed after a late, late night.
The man
stood. “Typically, Adonis has had his walk by now, but I didn’t see you at the
elevator, so…”
She
squinted one eye and finally her brain chugged into gear.
Oh. Oh.
Oliver had
mentioned a dog walker, but Rachel had sworn he said he’d postponed the walks
while she was staying here. But since he was here, he may as well take Adonis.
She wasn’t anywhere near ready to go for a stroll in the snow.
“I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.” She went to where the leash was hanging—on a hook inside the
pantry—retrieved it, and chased Adonis for a few irritating seconds while he
turned in circles in excitement. “I took him out at three in the morning, so
I’m not sure if he’ll have to…you know.” Dog clipped, she handed the leash to
the ridiculously good-looking man at her door. “Do you bring your own poop
bags? Or do you…” The man was looking at her like she’d sprouted a third eye,
so she swept the topic away with one hand. “You know what? I’ll just grab one.”
She shot
him a tight smile, went back to the pantry, and returned with a bag made for
Adonis’s business. She offered it to the guy, who was holding tight to Adonis’s
leash while the pooch lunged for the elevator. The man didn’t budge, despite
the dog’s strength.
“Where’s
Oliver?” he asked.
She frowned
as she crinkled the plastic bag against her body. “You mean he didn’t tell you?
He’s on a business trip. I’m housesitting.”
“You his
niece?” he asked after running a long gaze down then up to her face again.
She
laughed. “No, not at all. He’s one of my regulars. Odd, right? But we hit it
off and he likes me, so…”
The man’s
frown deepened, those gorgeous eyes darkening to stormy blue. “I’m not the dog
walker.” He offered the leash but Adonis stayed in the hallway rather than
coming back inside. “I’m an upstairs neighbor.”
“Oh. Oh my
God! I’m so sorry!” Rachel took the leash and wrestled with Adonis, who was
much, much stronger than she. He knew it. The dog spread his feet wide and
stood his ground on the carpeted floor.
“I suggest
you find a way to keep him quiet at night while you’re out. I work from home
and I can’t listen to him bark for hours.”
Hours?
“If I were
anyone else, a noise complaint would be in your future. Oliver follows the
rules. He wouldn’t like knowing you’re breaking a big one.” That low voice had
dropped lower, the reprimand having the dual result of both pissing her off and
making her feel a little tingly.
God. I need
more sleep.
“No need to
be rude,” she snapped. He blinked, surprised. Probably not used to being put in
his place.
Look at
him. He’s a wall. Who would stand up to him?
Then she
remembered his kind smile, the way his hands rubbed Adonis’s flank with rugged
gentleness. A shiver climbed her spine at the same time Adonis jerked hard on
the leash.
She
expelled a dainty “oh!” and lunged forward at the same time the man in the
doorway caught the leash in one hand and her against him. Rachel found every
part of her from thighs to breasts plastered to the giant’s body. Her palms
flattened over two hard pectoral muscles hidden beneath the sweater, her legs
bumping his legs, which felt as solid as two marble columns. She tilted her
head, met those aqua blue eyes and…and…remembered she hadn’t brushed her teeth
yet.
She shoved
off his rock-hard stomach, slapping a palm over her mouth. Then she gave a hard
tug to Adonis’s leash, who turned with a sigh and paced back inside. Once he
was clear of the door, she sent the hard-bodied hunk at the threshold a glare
and slammed the door in his face.
Adonis
yipped his disappointment at losing the chance to go outside.
“You’ll
have to take him out now!” came a shout through the door. “Don’t blue-ball the
poor guy after taking him halfway.”
Adonis
wagged his tail so hard, he nearly took out a lamp. The hulk at the door was
right. There was no way she could turn down the Dane’s pale eyes and smiling
pink mouth, perked pointy ears, and lolling tongue.
“Fine,” she
growled and stomped for the bedroom. She snatched up her boots and hastily
picked out her clothes, feeling both tired and cranky. Yet as she tugged on her
coat, she found her mouth curving into a half-smile.
Blue balls.
Who was
that guy?
1.
A la
Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or less.
An alpha billionaire playboy becomes hopelessly intrigued by his
downstairs neighbor… but none of his typical moves are working.
2.
Where did the inspiration for this
book come from?
Tag Crane
was directly inspired by Brock O’Hurn. When I stumbled upon his Instagram feed,
I was hopelessly intrigued. I knew I had to come up with a story about a
long-haired, hulk-like, bearded, kind, and fun man. The Brock of my imagination
was my muse. He even earned an acknowledgement mention! If you’d like to browse
my Pinterest board for this book, you can find it here. [https://www.pinterest.com/lemmony/the-billionaire-next-door/]
3.
Are there certain characters you
would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?
I love my
billionaires, but I’d absolutely love to go back to Evergreen Cove and write
some more bad boy books. I receive questions about Evan and Charlie, Sofie’s
sisters, Officer Brady Hutchins, and Asher’s ragtag misfit band all the time. I
miss the whole gang!
4.
Do you have any advice to give to
aspiring writers?
Write and
keep writing. It’s generic, but nonetheless true. I dedicate a portion of my
website to a section I call “So You Wanna Write” and keep it stocked with tips,
links to the blog I wrote while working toward becoming published, videos, and
craft book recommendations. If you’d like to stop by and see it, you can click here to visit. [http://www.jessicalemmon.com/soyouwanna/]
5.
Is there anything that you would
like to say to your readers and fans?
THANK YOU.
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Because of you, I get to do what I love, which
is let my imagination run wild. You allow me to entertain you and be funny, but
also pull your heartstrings and make you cry. You gift me your time, and on
this earth—in this life, there is nothing more precious than that commodity.
In my new release The Billionaire
Bachelor, our hero Tag Crane is having one heck of a time getting heroine
Rachel Foster to comply. His tried-and-true tricks simply don’t *quite* break
down this particular woman’s defenses. Which means Tag shrugs and wanders off
to find a new woman to tempt, right…?
WRONG!
You know when an alpha guy finds
The One, even if he doesn’t know she’s it for him yet, he digs in and tries,
tries, and tries again. Which brings
me to the Top 5 ways to frustrate an alpha!
Many of these Rachel does without
even trying…
.5. Don’t let him pay your way. Alphas, especially rich ones, love to lavish gifts upon
the object of their affection. If you want to frustrate him right down to his
expensive shoes, insist on buying your own dinner. In Tag’s case, he won this
battle, but it didn’t stop Rachel from arguing. Points: 1
.4. Insist on working.
Tag invites Rachel to Hawaii under the guise of consulting on his latest bar upgrade
for a Crane hotel on Oahu. But when he gets her there he decides he’d rather
play than work… Rachel makes sure she puts in her hours whether he likes it or
not. Points: 2… but -1 because she definitely makes time for play!
.3. Resist his advances. Playboy Tag Crane knows his way around a woman—and how
to woo one. But whenever his cocky charm makes itself known, Rachel is sure to
laugh it off. At one point, she lies and blurts, “I’m not the least bit
attracted to… what you have going on.” Points: 3. Well played!
.2. Don’t react the way he expects. When Rachel opens her front door one evening to find
Tag standing outside of it, he lays a long, delicious kiss on her lips. When
she doesn’t respond by climbing him like a cat on a curtain, Tag is completely
confused. He even thinks to himself “SURELY, she liked it?” Throwing him
off-kilter comes naturally to our wily heroine. Points: 5
.1. Don’t spell things out for him. Alphas think simply. In The Billionaire Next Door,
Rachel uses the phrase “Me-Tarzan, You-Jane” to describe his techniques. The
best way to frustrate an alpha? Keep him guessing… You won’t only frustrate
him, you’ll fascinate him. And once
he’s fallen head over money clip, he’ll come running and fight to win you. Points:
10.
A
former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her
husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently
gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy
heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and
eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a
purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
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