About Me
- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
The Proposition
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Teaser Tuesday from Drop Dead Sexy coming October 2014
Today's Teaser Tuesday comes from Drop Dead Sexy. Here's the blurb in case you missed it.
For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a four letter curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn’t warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn’t help matters either.
Attempt number one with her first love ended barely before it got started with a horrific latex allergy hospitalization. Attempt number two had him coming and then going with an undiagnosed heart condition. For the past three years, Olivia has closed up shop for fear of what might happen next in the bedroom.
After being forced to go single to her mother’s lingerie shower, Olivia stumbles into an out of town bar with one intention: find an able bodied stud to go home with to end her losing sex streak. Enter Holden Caulfield Mains aka Catcher, who earned his nickname not just from the book he was named for, but for the fact he was sure to catch the attention any woman who came within a five mile radius. Waking up after a night of the most mind blowing sex she could have ever imagined, a horrified Olivia runs away thinking she’s left Catcher behind.
When Olivia’s small town is wracked by its first murder, she never could have imagined her one night stand would reappear in the form of the GBI’s lead investigator. To her mortification, Catcher isn’t ready to let go of their sizzling chemistry, and he doesn’t understand the meaning of no. As things start to heat up between them, the body count starts to rise, and they’re led on a wild goose chase from back woods mountain Nudist Colonies to altercations with the Dixie Mafia. Can Olivia and Catcher survive to solve the murder while also not succumbing to their explosive passion?
And here's the snip from Olivia's POV.
As I rounded
the sharp curve, what appeared to be my salvation loomed in the distance. Oh sweet heavens, it was a bar. Gunning the accelerator,
I couldn’t seem to get there fast enough. I feared it was just another mirage in
the desert of my datelessness that might evaporate the closer I got. But then
it stayed a shining beacon of hope as I whipped into the parking lot on two
wheels.
That’s when
I got a good look at my alleged salvation, which at best could be classified as
something from Nightmare on Hee Haw Street. I exhaled the breath I’d been
holding in one frustrated pant that came off more like a grunt. Multicolored
Christmas lights ran the length of the ramshackle roof that hung over a long,
rectangular building. A giant sign hung
over the top of the bar with some of its bulbs burned out, so instead of
reading The Rusty Halo, it said the Rusty Ho.
See, this is exactly what happens
when you go off half-cocked searching for cock. Shaking my head free of my
self-deprecating tirade, I glanced in the mirror to survey my reflection. Okay,
so the Rusty Halo/Ho wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned on my quest to end my
long suffering sex drought. It was the epitome of every backwoods dive of a
honky tonk. But tonight, it was going to be Club 54 or whatever the hell the
most happening hotspot was now. I was Dead Woman Walking when it came to sex—it
was going to go down tonight and so was I.
Throwing
open the car door, I grabbed my purse and then stumbled along the gravel
pavement. Just as I passed a rusted-out Ford pickup, a hound dog bellowed in my
ear, causing me to jump out of my skin and almost piss my panties. “Jesus!” I
cried, glancing over at the long-eared, brown hound dog. Sitting behind the wheel, it
looked like it was waiting to drive its inebriated owner home at the end of the
night.
Once I got
my wits about me again, I made it to the door. Smoothing down my hair and dress, I drew in a
deep breath. Okay, Olivia Rose Sullivan, get a grip and get in there and get some!
With that
internal pep talk, I pulled open the door and took a determined step inside. The
moment my heels slid through the sawdust and peanut hulls that covered the floor,
I knew I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. The happy hoots and hollers of
the patrons brought my attention up from what had to be a blatant health code
violation to the small stage across from me. As a Skynyrd cover band blared out
the opening from Free Bird, lighters
appeared out of the pockets of faded Wranglers and overall bibs, cutting
through the hazy smoke rings. The firelight helped to illuminate the room,
giving me a good look at my male choices for the evening.
My raging
libido instantly shriveled at the sight of what had to be the reunion cast of Deliverance. Instantly the tune of Dueling Banjos started to play in my
head. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. I could not bring myself to go
home with a hillbilly, regardless of the state of tumbleweeds blowing through
my nether regions.
And then the
crowd parted, and the banjo music playing in my head screeched to a stop. Sitting
at a table alone was the living and breathing embodiment of my fantasies. Even
though he was sitting down, I could tell he was tall because his knees bumped
against the tabletop. His wavy dark hair fell across his forehead, which seemed
to cause him great irritation because he kept pushing it back with his fingers.
Instead of
Wranglers or overalls, he had on suit. The jacket was draped across one of the
extra chairs while the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up at his elbows.
His tie sat a little askew as if he had been itching to rip it off. Multicolored
folders littered the table along with the foamy beer he was nursing.
Even though
people bumped and jostled me in the crowd, I stood frozen to that spot,
undressing him with my eyes. A wet spot formed on my chin, and I brought the
back of my hand up to swipe it away. Oh yeah, I was drooling. After thinking of
having to bed Toothless Joe, this was a dream come true.
As if Mr.
Tall, Dark, and Sinfully Handsome sensed someone staring at him, he jerked his
head up, meeting my gaze. Then the most panty-melting smile imaginable
stretched across his drop-dead-sexy face. And in that bright and shining moment,
my poor, male-neglected vagina, which for so long had been flat-lining on
life-support, coughed and sputtered back to life. The same jolt of electricity
shuddered through its long dormant walls as if the paddles from a crash cart
had been administered and a doctor yelled “Clear!” Through a miracle I had actually found the
Dr. Feelgood who was going to end my long suffering sex drought.
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Clear!! I think my heart just stopped after that teaser. Can't wait!!! I like this Olivia Rose.
ReplyDeleteIs this book out yet?!?! I'm excited to read it
ReplyDeletePlease tell me when is it coming...????
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