It’s launch day for Sally Clements’ new book, Marrying Cade, and to celebrate, she’s having a Mexican wave of excerpts! You can keep up with the wave’s progress on the twitter hashtag #MarryingCadeWave – and add a tweet with the hashtag to chat with everyone else who’s reading along!
Here’s how to do it…these are the stops, just call in to these blogs to read each excerpt (they start at stop one, and finish at stop ten). Alternatively, start wherever, and click on the next stop link at the bottom of the excerpt. Or just click on the buy link, to get your own copy of Marrying Cade!
Stop One – Talli Roland’s blog http://talliroland.blogspot.com/
Stop Two – Maya Blake’s blog http://mayabauthor.blogspot.com/
Stop Three – Nas Dean’s blog http://nas-dean.blogspot.com/
Stop Four – Joanne Coles’s blog http://joannecleary.blogspot.com/
Stop Five – Romy Summers’ blog http://romysommer.blogspot.com/
Stop Six – Lorraine Wilson’s blog http://lorraine-wilson.blogspot.com/
Stop Seven – Joanne Pibworth’s blog http://joannepibworth.blogspot.com/
Stop Eight – Suzanne Jones’ blog http://suzanne-sj.blogspot.com/
Stop Nine – Lacey Devlin’s blog http://laceydevlin.blogspot.com/
Stop Ten – Sally Clements’ blog http://sallyclements.blogspot.com/
Stop Six’s excerpt…
“Ciao, Cade.” Her low voice caressed his name. Her eyes rose to his and jolted him with a bolt of blue.
It was Melo, all right. He’d know those eyes anywhere.
She leaned toward him, proffering her cheek for the customary kiss.
Cade’s lips grazed the smooth skin of her cheek, and his nostrils filled with the intoxicating scent of her perfume. His fingers smoothed over her upper arms, feeling the shiver snaking through her. She had a tiny mole above the outer curve of her mouth, something else he remembered from the Melo of old.
He stepped back, needing distance.
“Hi Melo. You look great.” The scratchy croak was just about all he could manage. Rosa’s sister had blossomed into the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. Twelve years ago, the gangly tomboy had been the perfect companion for a boy on holiday. They’d done everything together. Well, almost everything. Now he was tongue tied around her, and that was new.