Today I have two very special guests…Katy Simmons and Noah Hilton from Her Last Fling by Jana Mercy
He was her last fling. She was his first.
Tired of dead-end relationships, Katy Simmons is determined to find her forever man. Only problem is, every time she thinks she’s found him, he turns out to be a dud and she no longer trusts her instincts where good-looking men are concerned.
After years of walking the straight and narrow while caring for his ill mother and building his career, Noah Hilton has earned the right to let loose. He’s ready to taste the wilder side of life. However, his matchmaking mother has other plans.
When Noah’s mother and Katy turn to the same computer dating service, the embers of Katy and Noah’s not-so-forgotten encounter spark to life in a flame that threatens to devour Katy’s best intentions and Noah’s worst.
Jennifer: Thank you, Katy and Noah, for joining me today.
*Katy & Noah sit on my proverbial couch, snuggled close together, and smiling–mostly at each other* “Thanks, Jennifer. We’re excited to be visiting with you.”
Jennifer: How are you? What have you been up to lately?
*Katy glances at Noah and smiles proudly* “With the successful Men Who Make You Smile campaign, Noah & Jordan’s practice has boomed and they’re interviewing candidates for adding a new partner.”
Jennifer: That’s wonderful. So, I have to ask, how do you feel about your story being published?
*Katy grimaces* “Oooh, do we really have to tell about all the mistakes we made on our journey to our happily-ever-after? I still can’t believe I placed that ad at that computer matchmaking service or that I didn’t figure out that sweet little Bertie Hillman was Noah’s mother. And all those cow dates.” *Another wince*
*Noah takes Katy’s hand in his* “We both have our regrets.”
Jennifer: *Rubs hands eagerly* Regrets? Do tell.
*Noah grins* “Come on, Jennifer, do you really want me to tell our secrets? Truth is, we all have regrets. Fortunately, mine didn’t cost me Pinky, uh, I mean Katy.”
“Yeah, we’ll leave it at that,” *Katy agrees, pressing a kiss to his cheek* “Rather than tell the world my hare-brained plan at finding my Mr. Right.”
“Not hare-brained,” *Noah defends* “Cow-brained.”
Jennifer: *laughs* Good one. So, have you read it? Did the author capture your story?
*Katy nods* “In the following scene from where Noah & I meet in a Memphis club, Jana gives a great glimpse at my frustration with being free milk when I really just wanted to be some great guy’s bought cow.”
Lindsey didn’t bother hiding her interest. Katy wanted to flog her friend when Lindsey suggestively ran her fingers along her collar and smiled back at the grinning man. Darn it. Katy had seen him first.
Wait a minute, she wasn’t looking for another good-time guy-which was all some lounge lizard hanging out in a bar on a Saturday night could ever be. Lindsey could have him.
Needing a drink, she reached for her non-existent beer and wished the waitress would hurry. Another waitress walked by carrying an order of delicious-smelling hot wings. Katy’s stomach growled and she grabbed another nacho.
“Yeah, well, he’s looking at cow woman like she’s the finest thing he’s ever seen.” Stacey’s comment broke into Katy’s carbohydrate haze.
She dared another peek. He was looking at her like she was the sweetest soda pop and he wanted a long swig. She smiled. No. It hadn’t been her that smiled. At least, not the new, improved, serious about her future Katy. The old, live-for-the-moment and you’re-only-young-once Katy smiled. The Katy who shouted she wasn’t ready for the pasture quite yet and why was she foregoing her lust for life?
She was giving up free milk girl ways.
So why the goofy grin on her face?
It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact he said something to the black-haired hunk sitting next to him, picked up his beer and sauntered toward their table with the sexiest swagger she’d ever seen.
Whoa. He was hunkier than she first thought.
She’d love to run her fingers through his silky hair. Maybe she should offer him a free cut at her salon? His green eyes shamed the richest of fields. A slightly crooked nose added character to his otherwise perfect features. His full lips lifted at the corner. And those dimples. Katy bit the inside of her lip. He would have dimples.
She visually traced wide shoulders and his flat abdomen covered by a black polo shirt tucked into snug but not painted-on jeans. She gulped and continued her assessment. Hips, narrow hips. Her gaze lingered in that vicinity until she realized the owner of the enticing package now stood about two feet from her. Busted.
Her, not his pants. No way could he not know what she gawked at. Grimacing, she looked into his amused eyes.
Feeling more than a little guilty but barely able to resist the excitement everything about him promised, she started to smile.
Darn it. She wasn’t supposed to smile. Or even almost smile. Before she lost herself in the lushness of his eyes, she averted her gaze to stare at a cardboard Elvis plastered to the wall. “Love me tender, love me true.” That’s what she wanted.
Stacey’s elbow nudged her with obvious enthusiasm.
“Remember, you’re a cow woman these days. I want him since you’ve taken a predilection to lactose intolerant men,” Lindsey whispered. “Men with milk mustaches don’t bother me in the slightest. Especially when they look like sin on a big stick.”
Stacey snickered. Katy cringed. Had he heard? She looked up. Laughter shimmered in his eyes.
Heat scorched her cheeks. Regardless, he wouldn’t have a clue what the cow words meant. He flashed another grin. Katy’s heart flip-flopped and her mouth betrayed her by curving upwards in a returning smile.
Doubt niggled in her stomach. She shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t even look at Mr. Milk Mustache and his adorable dimples.
He nodded his head. “Hello, ladies.”
His voice reached inside and stroked at her misgivings.
“Hello yourself.” Lindsey’s long lashes swooped down over her cheeks.
Puh-leeze. Katy considered kicking her under the table but didn’t want to risk scuffing her favorite heels-hot pink, strappy and as impractical as a pair of shoes could be.
For a brief second he acknowledged Lindsey’s greeting but almost immediately returned his attention to Katy. How could a gaze feel so.tangible? Like a blanket of warmth on a cold, rainy night? Yowzars, he was hot. So hot his heat pooled inside her. Or maybe that was lust sending her up in flames?
Think-what was that animal she was trying to be again?
*Noah’s eyes darken* “That’s what you were thinking that night?”
*Katy’s gaze drops to his mouth* “More feeling than thinking went on really.”
“Uhm, Jennifer, hate to cut the interview short, but,” *Noah leans in toward Katy, his eyes focused on her lips* “But something has come up. Something…urgent.”
*Clears throat as Katy and Noah leave*
Um, sorry, folks, but unfortunately Katy and Noah are otherwise occupied, but if you’d like to find out more about them, check out www.janamercy.com or go here to buy your copy of Jana Mercy’s HER LAST FLING.
Also, Jana will be giving away an autographed coverflat of Her Last Fling, a deck of 2008 Ellora’s Cave playing cards, and a screen cleaner to one lucky person who comments today. The more comments, the more times you’re entered. 🙂
Edited to add: Winner will be randomly selected and announced here on the blog tomorrow.