(Just a little note before you start reading. Yes, I have cheated. I’ve copied this post directly from International Heat. Apologies, but I am lazy that way.)

We have a very exciting evening headed our way this Saturday.  It’s the Australian Romance Readers Association Award night. Which means a few things:

1) It’s time to dress up all fancy shmancy and bring out the bling. (Cool, I haven’t had a chance to do this for a while.)

2) We get to see heaps of old friends we haven’t seen since the last conference. There’ll be romance readers and writers alike, and even friends coming in from out of town for the event.

3) Our hearts will be pumping like crazy!

So, who am I referring to when I say “we” and why will our hearts be pumping? The we would be fellow Divas, Lexxie Couper, Rhian Cahill and myself. (Oh, and our hubbies.) And the reason our hearts will be racing? We’re all nominated for awards. (Although I think Lex may have been nominated for 25 or more.)

Here’s what we were nominated for:

EROTIC ROMANCE:

1) Lexxie Couper – Agent

2) Lexxie Couper – Triple Dare

3) Lexxie Couper – Endless Lust

4) Rhian Cahill – All Of You

5) Jess Dee – See You In My Dreams

CONTINUING ROMANCE SERIES:

1) Rhian Cahill  – Coyote Hunger series

AUSTRALIAN ROMANCE AUTHOR OF 2011:

1) Lexxie Couper

So, think of us on Saturday night, and please, wish us luck.

🙂

In honor of the evening, I’m gonna post a little excerpt from my nominated book. See You In My Dreams is a hot, contemporary romance with just a hint of fantasy.  Rock star, Jamie Speed – AKA, Nathan Pace –  quite unexpectedly falls for the cleaning lady, Sophie Butler. Nathan doesn’t want Sophie to discover his alter ego, so he hides it from her, as long as he possibly can…

See You In my Dreams: An Excerpt

Sophie froze.

The breath left her lungs in a whoosh.

She stared at him, open-mouthed. God, he didn’t just look like Nathan, he could be Nathan!

No, impossible. He couldn’t.

Sophie chastised herself for being a fool. Of course he couldn’t be Nathan. They were two different people.

The last time she’d seen Nathan, he’d been naked, his longish blond hair mussed from their lovemaking, and the whiskers on his chin had scraped her cheek as he’d given her that one final kiss goodbye.

Jamie wore a pair of faded Levi’s and a trendy, white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. His cheeks and chin were clean-shaven and his light brown hair neatly trimmed to frame his beautiful face. His mouth was half hidden by the microphone.

Sophie didn’t need a clear view to see his lips were delectably full and lusciously kissable. Just like Nathan’s.

Exactly like Nathan’s.

So much like Nathan’s that when Jamie dropped the mike from his face, Sophie’s heart smashed against her ribs. Her legs wobbled, her knees buckled and she collapsed back into her seat.

It’s not Nathan. You know it’s not.

Logic told her it couldn’t be. Instinct told her just the opposite.

The eyes were too different. Jamie’s were impossibly green, Nathan’s nut-brown.

She stared at Jamie, watched him dance and sing, watched him seduce the crowd, flirt, throw his head back. Watched him lift his head again, look straight at her and smile.

Dear God.

Jamie Speed had just smiled Nathan’s smile. At her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Or ten.

Impossible. He wasn’t smiling at her. He wasn’t even looking at her. And if he was, it had to be a coincidence. No way would he be able to pick her out from a crowd of forty thousand.

Then why did she feel his gaze all the way down to her toes? Why did his smile send a million shivers across her skin? Why did he…

…blow me a kiss?

No! He didn’t. Hadn’t. She was imagining it. Going crazy.

Tasha grabbed her arm. “Fuck, Soph. Jamie just blew you a kiss.”

“Nathan,” Sophie whispered.

“What?” Tasha asked.

Sophie just shook her head and stared at the stage, her heart pounding frantically.

Could it be?

Impossible! No way. Not in a million years. Nathan and Jamie? The same person? No.

Yes!

Fuck, how did she reconcile what her body knew with what her brain told her?

Could the man up there possibly be the same one she’d shared an afternoon of decadent sex with?

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🙂

Jess

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