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Showing posts with label Caisey Quinn. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Dirty 30




Title: Dirty 30
Author: Caisey Quinn
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Impeccable Designs
Release Date: April 21, 2020



Blurb

Meredith Knight is at the top of her game.
As the lead evening anchor on her local news affiliate, she’s successful and in love…
with her job.

So what if I thought I’d be married with two kids and a white picket fence by now? I have my friends, my family, an amazing penthouse apartment, and I’m in the best shape of my life.
Just ask the photographer of my birthday boudoir photoshoot.

Turning thirty is going to be a piece of cake.

Okay, I’ll admit, there is one thing missing from my near-perfect life. My co-anchor, Jack Stone, has never seen me as anything more than a colleague. But I’ve been falling for him since the day we met.  So when my friends throw me an epic birthday bash, I make a secret wish when I blow out my candles.

Let Jack see me.

Just as my birthday wish comes true, in the most embarrassing way possible, our station hires a new producer who’s determined to ruin my life.

Killian O’Malley is hot and tattooed with an Irish accent that makes me weak in the knees, and, uh, some other places. Too bad he’s also an arrogant, domineering jerk.

Turning 30 is turning out to be a hell of a lot harder than I expected...






Excerpt

“Ice cream solves everything.”

Killian looks at me as if I’ve declared that the moon is made of whipped cream. “How do you figure?”

“Because it’s sinfully sweet and just cold enough to block out anything painful.” I lick my spoon slowly, savoring the last of the salty caramel sauce with my tongue. His gaze falls to my mouth and I see it—a hunger in his eyes almost as intense as the irritation I’m accustomed to.

Killian O’Malley thinks I have cotton candy for brains, but it isn’t my brain he’s concerned with at the moment.

He swallows thickly, his cobalt blue eyes never leaving mine. “So ice cream is the cure for war, world hunger, and global warming then?” He’s mocking me but I’m getting used to this patronizing tone from him.

Shrugging, I pluck the cherry from my sundae and lick it clean before eating it.

“No, but with all the bad in the world don’t we deserve something sweet? Something wholly indulgent to lose ourselves in—even if only for a little while?” I take another bite while he contemplates this. My tone is light but my words appear to weigh heavily on him. The cold on my tongue shocks my senses, blissfully numbing my mind for a split second. “Besides, how could anyone be upset about anything with all this goodness and perfection in their mouth?”

Smirking, his features contort from hostile man to mischievous boy. I’ve never seen this expression on him before. It’s jarring—alarmingly sexy and unsettling.

So low I can barely make out his words, he dips his head and arches one dark brow. “That’s what she said.”






Author Bio


Caisey Quinn is the bestselling author of more than fifteen contemporary romance novels including Keep Me Still, Give Me You, and both traditionally published Neon Dreams and Nashville’s Finest series. She lives in a small town in Alabama with her husband and two young children. Caisey continues to publish both traditionally and independently. When she’s not reading or writing romance novels, she’s trying new recipes from Pinterest with her kiddos or pushing herself to run long distances without passing out. You can find her online as @CaiseyQuinn. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.


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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

The Naughty List




Title: The Naughty List
Author: Caisey Quinn
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2019



Blurb

HOLLIS ROSSI is tired of being good. What's it ever gotten her, anyway?
When her boss, the infamous and illusive Jonah X, passes her up for a promotion because she's "too wholesome" to handle being his personal assistant, she sets out on a mission to prove him wrong.
Her naughty list contains everything she plans to do to show him she's not the innocent, naive girl he thinks she is. She just didn't plan on him finding it. 
As Jonah shows her the ropes of being bad, she can't help but wish he'd show her some other ropes--like the ones in his bedroom. 

The Naughty List is a steamy contemporary holiday romance.







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Excerpt

“Look.” I point at the recipe. “Flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, lemon zest, salt, almond milk, canola oil, vanilla, lemon juice, and fresh blueberries. The streusel on top has some vegan butter in it, but that’s everything. Promise.” 
He leans close enough that I can smell the sharp clean scent of his body wash and expensive aftershave. 
“Huh. Well they’re way better than the last ones.” He practically inhales another one.
My teeth sink into my lower lip and tug. “Um, yeah. I over-mixed those. And I didn’t know you were supposed to mix your wet and dry ingredients separately. My mom gave me some tips this time.” 
His eyes drop to my mouth but I’m not sure why. Jonah doesn’t see me like that. He never looks at my mouth. Maybe the way to his heart really is through his stomach. 
“Can I keep this?” He retrieves the recipe from the countertop. “I might have Erma make a big batch for some friends of mine.”
“Mmhm.” I’m temporarily stunned from the way he’s openly watching my mouth. Our faces are close enough to touch. 
Erma is his housekeeper and she’s an amazing cook. I’d be jealous of her but she’s sixty and looks like Mrs. Doubtfire so I don’t think she’s Jonah’s type. 
“Thanks. Don’t give the dogs any of my muffins,” he teases. 
Zeus gave up long ago but Achilles is still staring longingly at the muffins.
He moves to exit the kitchen and my brain resumes full function once he’s out of my personal space. 
“Jonah, wait.” 
He turns, his hip bones doing that sexy V thing that make my mouth water. 
“I actually need that recipe back.” My body shifts into panic mode as he regards me warily with the recipe in his hand. “I’ll type you up a better copy. I need to make a few adjustments anyway and I can’t remember what website I got that one from.” 
My heart is racing and my words are coming out on top of one another.
Jonah’s expression says I’m acting as crazed as I feel. 
He doesn’t make a move to give it back. 
“Jonah, seriously. I need that one. Please.” 
I have no poker face. I’m practically begging and that is not like me. 
“You need it?” He cocks his head to the side, amusement dancing in his eyes. 
For a few seconds, I worry he’s going to pull some big brother crap on me—hold it over my head and make me jump for it or something. I get enough of that from Mikey and Tony. I definitely don’t need it from Jonah. 
Thankfully he just shakes his head and starts to hand it back. 
Until his eyes catch the writing on the back. 
“What’s this?” He glances at me then back at the list. “Your Christmas wish list on here, Rossi?” 
“Give it back, Jonah. I’m serious.” I can’t breathe. 
I reach for it and he steps backward. “Hang on a minute. I need to know what to get you for Christmas.” 
His eyebrows shoot up as soon as he makes out the words. His lips move as he reads. I never noticed that before. 
I give myself a mental slap. I’m losing sight of what’s important here. 
“Adult toys, lingerie, and law breaking?” Jonah nods appreciatively. “Aren’t you a busy little elf this holiday season?” 
“Shut up. My sister-in-law wrote that. She thought it would show you that I deserve the job.” I sigh heavily. “You’ve had your fun. Now give it back.” 
He hasn’t made it to number six yet. 
Please, sweet baby Jesus, don’t let him make it to number six.
“Hang on,” he says, reaching out and keeping me at arm’s length. “What else have we got here?” 
“Jonah!” I make a grab for the list, swiping my hand wildly, hoping to at least tear it. 
I miss, catching his towel instead. 
In one split-second, my entire universe takes a hard left. 
Jonah’s towel falls and he is naked, holding a piece of paper that suggests I sit on his face. 






Author Bio


Caisey Quinn is the bestselling author of over 15 romance novels.

 Her books have been both traditionally and independently published and have ranked in the Amazon Top 10 on half a dozen occasions. Her Neon Dreams series (HarperCollins - Avon/William Morrow) has been translated into multiple languages including French and Italian and distributed world-wide.

You can find her living out her very own happily ever after with her husband and two children in a small town in Alabama.


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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

The Naughty List




Title: The Naughty List
Author: Caisey Quinn
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2019



Blurb

HOLLIS ROSSI is tired of being good. What's it ever gotten her, anyway?
When her boss, the infamous and illusive Jonah X, passes her up for a promotion because she's "too wholesome" to handle being his personal assistant, she sets out on a mission to prove him wrong.
Her naughty list contains everything she plans to do to show him she's not the innocent, naive girl he thinks she is. She just didn't plan on him finding it. 
As Jonah shows her the ropes of being bad, she can't help but wish he'd show her some other ropes--like the ones in his bedroom. 

The Naughty List is a steamy contemporary holiday romance.







Pre-order Links

$2.99 for pre-order only!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Only available at the following retailers
for a limited time

B&N / KOBO / APPLE BOOKS





Excerpt

“Look.” I point at the recipe. “Flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, lemon zest, salt, almond milk, canola oil, vanilla, lemon juice, and fresh blueberries. The streusel on top has some vegan butter in it, but that’s everything. Promise.” 
He leans close enough that I can smell the sharp clean scent of his body wash and expensive aftershave. 
“Huh. Well they’re way better than the last ones.” He practically inhales another one.
My teeth sink into my lower lip and tug. “Um, yeah. I over-mixed those. And I didn’t know you were supposed to mix your wet and dry ingredients separately. My mom gave me some tips this time.” 
His eyes drop to my mouth but I’m not sure why. Jonah doesn’t see me like that. He never looks at my mouth. Maybe the way to his heart really is through his stomach. 
“Can I keep this?” He retrieves the recipe from the countertop. “I might have Erma make a big batch for some friends of mine.”
“Mmhm.” I’m temporarily stunned from the way he’s openly watching my mouth. Our faces are close enough to touch. 
Erma is his housekeeper and she’s an amazing cook. I’d be jealous of her but she’s sixty and looks like Mrs. Doubtfire so I don’t think she’s Jonah’s type. 
“Thanks. Don’t give the dogs any of my muffins,” he teases. 
Zeus gave up long ago but Achilles is still staring longingly at the muffins.
He moves to exit the kitchen and my brain resumes full function once he’s out of my personal space. 
“Jonah, wait.” 
He turns, his hip bones doing that sexy V thing that make my mouth water. 
“I actually need that recipe back.” My body shifts into panic mode as he regards me warily with the recipe in his hand. “I’ll type you up a better copy. I need to make a few adjustments anyway and I can’t remember what website I got that one from.” 
My heart is racing and my words are coming out on top of one another.
Jonah’s expression says I’m acting as crazed as I feel. 
He doesn’t make a move to give it back. 
“Jonah, seriously. I need that one. Please.” 
I have no poker face. I’m practically begging and that is not like me. 
“You need it?” He cocks his head to the side, amusement dancing in his eyes. 
For a few seconds, I worry he’s going to pull some big brother crap on me—hold it over my head and make me jump for it or something. I get enough of that from Mikey and Tony. I definitely don’t need it from Jonah. 
Thankfully he just shakes his head and starts to hand it back. 
Until his eyes catch the writing on the back. 
“What’s this?” He glances at me then back at the list. “Your Christmas wish list on here, Rossi?” 
“Give it back, Jonah. I’m serious.” I can’t breathe. 
I reach for it and he steps backward. “Hang on a minute. I need to know what to get you for Christmas.” 
His eyebrows shoot up as soon as he makes out the words. His lips move as he reads. I never noticed that before. 
I give myself a mental slap. I’m losing sight of what’s important here. 
“Adult toys, lingerie, and law breaking?” Jonah nods appreciatively. “Aren’t you a busy little elf this holiday season?” 
“Shut up. My sister-in-law wrote that. She thought it would show you that I deserve the job.” I sigh heavily. “You’ve had your fun. Now give it back.” 
He hasn’t made it to number six yet. 
Please, sweet baby Jesus, don’t let him make it to number six.
“Hang on,” he says, reaching out and keeping me at arm’s length. “What else have we got here?” 
“Jonah!” I make a grab for the list, swiping my hand wildly, hoping to at least tear it. 
I miss, catching his towel instead. 
In one split-second, my entire universe takes a hard left. 
Jonah’s towel falls and he is naked, holding a piece of paper that suggests I sit on his face. 






Author Bio


Caisey Quinn is the bestselling author of over 15 romance novels.

 Her books have been both traditionally and independently published and have ranked in the Amazon Top 10 on half a dozen occasions. Her Neon Dreams series (HarperCollins - Avon/William Morrow) has been translated into multiple languages including French and Italian and distributed world-wide.

You can find her living out her very own happily ever after with her husband and two children in a small town in Alabama.


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