I met Erin at the Romantic Times Convention this year, after which Lexxie and I stalked her to the airport and talked her ear off for quite some time while she was probably hoping to wait quietly in the queue and decompress from the conventions. Oh well, better luck next time, Erin.
Her books are fun, sweet and sexy, a little quirky and satisfyingly emotional. Here she is to tell you a little about her latest release:
Just For Fun is the fourth book in the Bradfords series and I’m so excited that it’s out! The first three books were released in 2010 and since then I’ve had lots of readers emailing to reinforce my desire to write these last two books! The original three followed the Bradford siblings—Jessica, Sam and Sara. But we also meet the other members of Sam’s paramedic crew—Mac, Dooley (Doug) and Kevin. After meeting the guys (and seeing Mac get his happily ever after with Sara) I wanted to give Dooley and Kevin their perfect women. And I finally did it! Dooley finds his true love in Just For Fun on July 24th and Kevin’s story, Just A Kiss, comes out in October! Finally!
There’s having fun… And then there’s falling in love.
The Bradfords, Book 4
It was a chance meeting, a spontaneous, hot moment, a never-to-be-repeated encounter. So when the gorgeous redhead he knows only as Sugar walks into the bar and heads straight for him, Doug “Dooley” Miller knows he’s in trouble. But he’s sure not going to mind.
She needs a date to some swanky something-or-other. He’s a fish-sticks-and-denim guy, but for a woman who’s not afraid to get naughty in an elevator, he can stand a couple days of smoked salmon and Armani.
Morgan James admits she doesn’t really knowDoug, but she needs him to keep her mind—and hands—off her ex. A man who, despite the fact he stole her ideas, she’s afraid could charm her into repeating her mistakes. Only Doug can make her forget the weasel exists. Besides, it’s just this one time.
What started as not even a one-night stand has Dooley feeling things that he’s never felt before. And that’s outside of the bedroom. Don’t even get him started on what’s happening between the sheets. Why does he have a feeling that, as far as flings go, they’re doing something wrong? Then again, if they’re falling in love, they might just be getting that right.
Warning: Contains a woman who knows what she wants, a man who knows what he doesn’t want, and a proposition that shows them both that they’ve never really wanted anything like this before.
You can purchase this latest story from Erin at Samhain Amazon and all the best e book outlets. And don’t forget the other books in the series, they’re fantastic 🙂
“I need your help. And you owe me.”
“You need my help?” He faced her fully for the first time. He’d been avoiding it because he knew the moment he looked into her eyes, he’d feel like he’d been punched in the stomach.
He was right.
She was stunning. Her auburn hair fell to her mid-back when it was down. She had a killer body with generous breasts and curvy hips, enough for a man to have something to hold onto. But her legs were long and toned and her butt was tight.
She should have been a stripper. It wasn’t fair to humankind to not share every glorious inch.
She had a redhead’s pale, creamy skin, but there hadn’t been a freckle in sight. At least as far as he could tell. The lighting in the elevator had been good, but he hadn’t gotten her completely undressed. Just enough.
Her startlingly bright green eyes could have easily been mistaken for contact lenses, but they were real. They’d looked at him as if he could give her the world. Which had been exactly what he’d wanted her to think that first night. It was supposed to have been their last night as well.
She wasn’t looking at him like she thought he was a big shot hero right now.
He was dressed, as usual, in a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. His tennis shoes had seen better days, which made them his favorite shoes. They’d just come off a twelve-hour shift and he had some stubble going and knew his eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep he’d had last night.
He looked nothing like the man she’d met five weeks ago.
He did look great in a tux.
“Believe me, I’m not thrilled about it either,” she said, referring to needing his help. “But, as unbelievable as this may sound, I need your sophistication and—” she looked him up and down in obvious doubt, “—charm.”
There was a moment of shocked silence and Dooley braced himself.
Then his friends let loose with three equally delighted and loud whoops of laughter.
Sophistication and charm were not adjectives most people would assign him.
But Sugar—well, she’d seen his best side for sure. The side he’d almost forgotten he had.
Dammit, it had been fun.
Suddenly Kevin Campbell, another of his friends, bumped into her. Sam and Mac had shoved him forward.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, with the goofy grin that always had girls making goo-goo eyes at him.
“This is the best we can offer in the sophistication and charm department,” Mac said, slapping Kevin on the shoulder. “There are no promises here either, but he goes to church and eats with utensils.”
Dooley rolled his eyes. He deserved all of this. Had any of his friends been on the receiving end of the gorgeous redhead’s attention he would have been doing the same exact thing.
He had to get her out of here.
But before he could tell her that, she turned and looked Kevin up and down. “The next time I need to pray or have dinner I’ll keep him in mind. What I need right now, though, I need from him.” She pointed at Dooley.
Mac, Sam and Kevin raised their eyebrows in unison.
“You sure?” Sam asked.
“Oh, yeah.” She said it in a husky, seductive voice that had Dooley’s blood pumping harder.
There were only three things she knew he was good at: dressing up, playing Blackjack and giving her orgasms.
(Blackjack and orgasms–sounds like my kinda night)
And now for a little fun before we have to say goodbye to Erin.
1. If you knew your next meal would be your last, what would you have?
Pizza. No doubt. Not very exotic or exciting but absolutely my favorite! (Now, if you asked what dessert would be my last… that would take a lot more thought and angst!)
2. Tell us about the worst day job you ever had
I was a motel maid for one summer in high school. One summer. In high school (ie, desperate for money and not qualified to do much). My BFF and I worked together, which made it tolerable. But we found *huge* messes (peanut butter smeared all over the sliding glass door, for instance) and everything from yes, condoms—used and unused—nude photos, money, jewelry (which we, of course, turned in) and dirty magazines (which we did not turn in… took those with us to the next beer party! 🙂
3. Describe your writing in 3 words
Impossibly frustratingly addictive (for me… not necessarily anyone else! :))
4. Imagine you had a time machine—oh let’s just call it a Tardis. What time period would you travel to and why?
Regency England definitely—but only if I was part of a family with money and one of those huge beautiful houses.
5. Favorite comic book superhero?
Spiderman. He’s so human while still having super powers. And they always depict him as a bit of a nerd… which is a soft spot for me.
6. What is your worst vice or habit?
Coffee. And not just the coffee part… that sugar and creams and syrups and stuff I love to add!
7. Best writing advice ever received
Just do it. Even when you don’t feel like it. It’s easier to fix words than a blank page.
Thanks so much for visiting with us today Erin!
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Now go book shopping 🙂