Hi everyone! I’m super happy to have my friend Dee J. Adams here today. She’s talking about travel (something I so wish I got to do more of) and she’s got a giveaway. Take it away, Dee…
Are You a Traveler?
Some people love to travel. They live for it. They save for it and plan their life around it. I envy those people since I’m not one of them. It’s not that I don’t enjoy new experiences or exploring historical/amazing places, I’m just not a fan of all the details that go into getting there.
Take for instance my recent visit to Texas (from Los Angeles). I’m not adverse to flying and let’s get real, the flight isn’t even four hours long, yet on arrival home after a short weekend visit, I spent the whole day cleaning, unpacking and dealing with all I’d missed in 2.5 days. It was only a weekend people, but I still found myself totally exhausted trying to get life back in place.
Then I remind myself that this little excursion came 10 days after a giant 9 day vacation in Hawaii. (Suddenly it sounds like I’m jet set and I’m really not!) This was a mammoth vacation. I’d never spent that much time away from home. Talk about loads of laundry. Jeez.
It’s not like all I did was worry about the actual travel part (the turbulent planes, long airport waits and rude travelers), or the massive amount of clean up/laundry on the back end, but I find those things so annoying that it really puts a dent in enjoying the actual travel experience.
I think one of the reasons I enjoy reading so much is that my brain gets to travel while my body gets to stay at home. I get to visit other locals and meet new people and none of it requires that I pack a bag or do laundry at the end of it. (Although that’s kind of not true, because a good book will take me out of my usual routine when I can’t put it down and then I’ll inevitably fall behind and low and behold… it’s almost like I really did take a vacation because I’ve got so much to do when I finish the book! But I guess a good book is like a good vacation. You fall behind in the day to day stuff, but it was worth the ride.
If you’d like to take a vacation, I’ve got the perfect getaway! Time is running out to snag your copy of Eight Nights with a Hero. Eight romantic suspense novels for only 99 cents. The book disappears Jan. 31 so grab it now!
Eight Nights with a Hero – Romantic Suspense Boxed Set: Cold Nights, Hot Heroes and Eight Deadly Secrets.
What about you? Do you love to travel? What’s your favorite thing and least favorite thing?
GIVEAWAY: Leave a comment for Dee and two random commenters will be chosen to win Eight Nights with a Hero! Winners will be selected Sunday morning and their names posted in the comments.
Dee J. Adams was born and raised in El Paso, Texas. After graduating high school, she moved to Los Angeles to pursue acting. For twenty years, she acted in television before transitioning behind the scenes as an acting/dialogue coach for sitcoms. Her experience in show business led her to narrate most of the books in the Adrenaline Highs series (Carina Press) for Audible.com.
Dee J. loves writing books filled with action, mystery and love. (Not necessarily in that order.) She is a member of several organizations, including Romance Writers of America and SAG-AFTRA.
Excerpt from Imminent Danger:
She was twenty-four years old and never had a boyfriend.
He must have looked skeptical because she continued.
“You heard me right.” She folded her arms across her chest and watched him. “I’ve never done a lot of things. I’m pretty useless when it comes to any type of relationship knowledge, so you’re better off knowing that now and…you know…moving on.”
Her body language said hands off, but her eyes looked wistful, like a woman who knew she was missing out on something, but didn’t know how to get it. She looked over his shoulder and the longing on her face had him following her gaze. A young couple had set out a blanket beneath a nearby tree and the kiss they currently shared might’ve gotten them arrested if a cop walked by.
“Has anyone ever kissed you, Ab?” he whispered the question.
She looked at his lips as she shook her head. She’d started breathing harder and he hadn’t touched her.
“You look scared and interested at the same time,” Blake said, reading her expression.
“I guess I am.” She met his gaze and struggled with something. “If I’m being honest, I’m afraid I won’t ever share a first kiss with someone.” She uttered the words so softly that Blake barely heard her.
“We could fix that right now, if you want to.” He didn’t dare get his hopes up. “You know I won’t ever hurt you, right?”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean now. Here. God, how embarrassing. Blake…” She trailed off, but the look in her eyes changed to something closer to optimism.
“We can start small. An Eskimo kiss,” he blurted.
Her brows pulled together. “What?”
His confidence spiked. “An Eskimo kiss. You know what an Eskimo kiss is. No lips.”
She looked suspicious and he smiled.
“It’ll be completely painless. I promise. Want to try?” It took her a few seconds to think about it, but when she gave him a slight nod, an instant bolt of heat shot through his gut. “Keep your eyes open, okay. Watch me.” He leaned in slowly, clued in to her uncertainty by the rising of her chest. “Eyes on mine,” he whispered as he closed the distance. He grazed the side of her nose with his as they stared at each other. Their lips so close together, he felt the warmth of her breath across his cheek. He continued to softly nuzzle her nose. First one side, then the other. His skin tingled all over with electric energy. It took every ounce of will power he possessed to keep his hands stuffed in his pockets, to keep his lips from joining the party. Just his nose, brushing against hers in a playful little two-step. God, she smelled like fresh lemons. Finally, he pulled away but not too far. He had something else planned. “Not bad, right?” he asked.
She swallowed again and shook her head. “No.”
“I’ve got another one for you,” he said.
“Another Eskimo kiss?”
“A butterfly kiss,” he told her. Before she said no, he leaned in again, his nose grazing hers before he fluttered his lashes against her cheek. He felt her smile, felt the warmth of her lips a fraction of an inch from his skin. After a few seconds, he pulled back. “Not so bad, right?” She lowered her gaze and shook her head. “How about we go for a small one. If you don’t like it, you can bail and I won’t mention it again. Deal?”
She looked skeptical. “I don’t know.”
“Have I steered you wrong yet?” he asked. “No, but…”
“Are my hands still stuffed in my back pockets?” he asked. Touching her would only send her running.
She smiled at that. “Yes.”
“Then…? What do you say? Totally up to you.”
Her tension ratcheted up about ten notches before she said, “Okay.”
All he wanted to do was take away the fear. “It’s all right,” he whispered. Blake moved in slowly and nuzzled her nose again with another Eskimo kiss. He wanted to wrap her up tight in his arms, put his lips on hers and kiss her forever, but if he did that he’d lose her. Slowly, he let his lips brush against hers in a barely there kiss. She was as soft as he imagined. Hell, softer. Her plush lips begged for more, but he kept it simple, kept it sweet. Back and forth, so slowly. Her breath washed over his mouth in short gasps and Blake pulled back a fraction.
She opened her eyes and he saw a mix of surprise and panic. He wanted to touch the smooth skin of her cheek, wanted to run his hands through the softness of her hair. “That wasn’t so bad,” she said.
His heart lodged in his throat and he nodded, tried to find his voice. He gave her reassuring grin. “See? Your first kiss and you survived fine.” He let her process that. “Wanna try another one?”
Shyly, she nodded and swallowed again as her gaze fastened on his lips. She looked more ready to do battle than kiss.