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A smudge of pink frosting at the corner of Lily’s mouth drew
Dante’s gaze.
He wanted to lick it off. As good as the cupcakes and
cookies were, he doubted they’d beat the taste of Lily herself.
His mind created an image of a tasting session where the
delicacy on offer was the woman beside him. Only, she was laid out on the
marble worktop, as he nibbled his way down her body.
His jeans tightened uncomfortably, as he hardened.
Definitely not the kind of thoughts to have when he was trying to take things
slowly.
Dante forced himself to focus on the remaining samples. The
sooner he got this done, the better—before he embarrassed himself. He picked a
cookie, which was shaped and decorated like a bowl of strawberries, from the
second tray.
Instead of eating it, he held it out for Lily.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
Her gaze lifted to his. Her eyes darkened.
The air grew charged.
His hand trembled, just a little, as she leaned forward.
Her lips parted and she took a bite from the cookie.
Then, she licked some crumbs from her lower lip. The tip of
her tongue swept tauntingly close to that pink smudge.
Dante swallowed hard, before shoving the rest into his
mouth. Through the chocolate-flavored shortbread, he swore he could taste Lily.
He gulped down some water.
Lily reached across and chose a pink, fondant-covered cake,
iced with blossoms, which she held out for him.
“Be careful. This has a liquid center,” she warned huskily,
as he took a bite.
Too late. Raspberry syrup spilled out, over his chin. He
wiped it with his forefinger and was about to lick it clean, when he noticed
Lily’s gaze fixed on his finger.
He extended his hand toward her. He expected her to refuse
his invitation.
She didn’t.
Lily leaned down and sucked his finger into her mouth,
laving off the sticky syrup with her tongue.
Dante took the rest of the cake and offered it to her. His
gaze dropped to her parted lips as she bit into it.
Syrup spilled over her lips. He wiped her chin clean with
the same finger.
He deliberately left the pink smudge.
~~~~~~~
Q&A with Anna Sugden
Welcome, Anna! Congratulations on the release of Hot on the Ice.
Thanks, PJ! I’m so excited to be
back here. Can’t think of a better group to celebrate my new release with.
This book introduces a new hockey team to readers (doing a
happy dance over here). What should they expect from the series, and from Dante
and Lily’s story in particular?
Aww, thank you so much. In some
ways, this is similar to my NJ Ice Cats, in that the team spirit and the
relationship between the guys doesn’t change, nor does my writing of the hockey
- which I hope takes readers right onto the ice! And, of course, what won’t
change are the emotional, heartwarming stories featuring strong, independent
heroines.
But it’s a new team with new
personalities and new issues. With the Dockers, I’m hoping to delve into some
of the problems facing professional athletes, both on and off the ice, and
explore how this affects them both in their career and personally. So, for
example, Dante has to deal with an obsessive fan. And how he deals with her
impacts directly on his relationship with Lily, bringing up old wounds.
How many books are planned for this new series?
I have at least 2 planned, with Noah and Jessie up next
(fingers crossed) and at least 2 more after that. I’m also hoping to do at
least 1 novella and some short stories,
like I did with the Ice Cats.
Is Hot on the Ice a digital-only release or will it also be available in print?
It’s digital first, with Print on
Demand. If sales are good enough, then it could go into print too.
You had me drooling all over my Kindle with your
descriptions of the dinner Dante cooks for Lily. Is that a dish you prepare
yourself? If so, do you have a recipe you’d be willing to share with us?
Lebanese lamb mince curry is something
I make and one of my husband’s favourite dishes 😊. It’s based on a recipe from the Australian Women’s Weekly Recipe
Collection (which is a fabulous source of amazing dishes with easy-to-follow
instructions that actually work). Unfortunately, my AWW books were damaged, so
I no longer have them. But I’ve adapted what I remember and more than happy to
share it (although I warn you, I’m not good at measures, so it is flavor to
taste!).
Lebanese Lamb Mince Curry
1 lb. ground lamb
Also, having a Persian mother, who
was an excellent cook, Persian rice or polow is my specialty. And the yoghurt
and cucumber dish is also a real recipe, which I’ve also included.
Mix together the ingredients and season
with salt and pepper to taste.
Both of those recipes look delicious. Thanks for sharing!
Lily is a chocolatier (I want to be her best friend). What
chocolate treat do you turn to when you’re feeling the need to indulge?
I know it’s sacrilege to admit I’m
more of a savoury girl (like Lily!) … I would indulge in a bowl of hot,
buttered popcorn before chocolate. But if I feel the need for something sweet,
you can’t beat a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk (made in England, of course!)
I'm not ashamed to admit that I stock up on Cadbury's Dairy Milk every time I fly through Heathrow. It's been 15 months since my last flight and I'm feeling the Cadbury deprivation.
What’s next? Will you have any more books releasing this year?
I’m
working on Noah and Jessie’s book, which I hope will also be picked up by
Entangled and out either at the end of this year or beginning of next. There
will also be at least 1 short story and hopefully the Dockers’ novella too. And
I’m planning to rerelease at least 1 more of my Ice Cats series, if the rights
are reverted.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed for all of those stories!
Let’s play a quick round of complete this sentence.
My goal for this year is… to get to
the other side of this lockdown with my loved ones safe and healthy, so I can
cuddle our gorgeous grandchildren, visit family and get back to travelling.
The television show I’m currently bingeing – or want to
binge - is… a British crime drama called Bulletproof.
Not sure how I missed this first time around, but it’s high energy, great fun,
with fabulous writing and a big heart.
The book I’m most eager to read is…
ack you expect me to pick just one?! Is it cheating to say the next book by one
of my favourite authors? If I have to pick something completely different, I’m
looking forward to Dangerous Women by Hope Adams, Sisters of the Resistance by
Christine Wells and The Codebreakers by Alli Sinclair.
I'm so excited that Sisters of the Resistance is being published in the U.S. I have it on pre-order!
The first destination I want to visit post-pandemic is…Italy - we have a trip to Sicily planned this autumn, so
fingers crossed. Next up after that is back to the other half of my heart - the
US.
The real-life hockey player most likely to inspire my book hero is… also difficult to pick just one! There are so many who are inspiring. But, I can say that he would have to play/have played for my beloved New Jersey Devils 😊
Thanks for visiting with us today, Anna. Would you like to add anything else or ask the readers a question?
I mentioned that my mother was a
fantastic cook - was your mother a good cook or not? What was her specialty
dish?
Readers, if your mother didn't enjoy cooking but you do, feel free to share one of your specialty dishes (I'm always on the lookout for new recipes to make).
One randomly chosen reader who posts a comment before 11:00 PM (EST), February 23 will receive a signed book and bar of Cadbury chocolate from Anna (and, yes, I am jealous). 😉
*Must be 18
*Open internationally
Witty, vivacious Messalina Greycourt has her
pick of suitors, so when her uncle demands Messalina marry Mr. Hawthorne, she
is appalled. But Gideon offers her a devil's bargain of his own: protection and
freedom in exchange for a true marriage. Messalina feigns agreement and plots
to escape their deal. Only the more time she spends with Gideon, the more her
fierce, loyal husband arouses her affections. But will Gideon's final deed for
Windemere destroy the love growing between them?
Hellie’s Heeds
Elizabeth Hoyt is always a must-read author for me, her stories filled with dark, redemption-seeking heroes and bold, clever heroines--and sex hot enough to make a girl blush and dog-ear the pages for referencing later. She kicked off a new series, the Greycourt series, with Not the Duke’s Darling (December 2018), which I thoroughly enjoyed and which introduced some subplots (notably the Wise Women group) that I was excited to see carried through the series. This book took a bit longer to come out (set for a December 2019 release, but arriving in December 2020). I was so excited to read this book! My expectations were unbearably high.
For these reasons, or possibly others, I did not
enjoy reading this story as much as I have other stories from Hoyt’s Maiden
Lane series, or even the Soldiers series. I couldn’t pinpoint why--because her
writing is the same, very readable and fast paced, sensuous, but the characters
themselves, something seemed to be lacking for me. I couldn’t quite buy
into the characters or that they were in love with each other. When we meet
Hawthorne, he is already in love with Messalina. He is the “fixer” for her
uncle and as such, he’s low-born and unsavory in reputation, which are usually
aspects Hoyt manages quite successfully in winning us over to, but he was
already in love with her so he felt a little stagnant in his character arc. The
heroine, for her part, hates his guts--so here we have enemies to lovers in a
marriage of convenience. And her character arc--her hating to loving him--feels
a bit rushed.
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Bloody hell. Not a wife. His wife.
God, how his sister would have cackled to see the great
Winter Vance leg-shackled.
I shall never marry! His twelve-year-old self had puffed his chest. Girls are annoying, just like bratty little sisters.
Prue had paid his male posturing no mind. Then I shall curse you, my favorite brother, to marry the most beautiful angel in the world!
And here he was.
Married to exactly that.
Winter forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He couldn’t go to his private estate, Rothingham Gable, for obvious reasons. For one, that particular abode was not prepared for a Lady Roth, given the week-long house party that had just been hosted there.
He had not even been in residence. Rutland and Petersham and the rest of their fast set had run the show, desperate for some wild country fun to offset the terminal boredom of the season. While he missed them from time to time, those days of endless dissipation were over. They had been for since Prue’s death. Not that anyone actually knew…or had noticed. People believed what they wanted to believe.
Winter slanted his new wife a glance. Her attention was
caught outside the small window, her face held in pensive thought. Her profile
was exquisite, perfect in its symmetry from the classic line of her forehead to
her delicate nose and pink rosebud pout. Isobel was young, fresh out of the
schoolroom, but he couldn’t deny her exceptional beauty…or his irritating and
inconvenient attraction to her.
Christ, he wanted to debauch that mouth right there on the balcony—take it from virginal pink to passionate red. The urge had taken him by surprise. The honeysuckle scent of her satiny skin had been an aphrodisiac. When he’d grazed the corner of her mouth and seen her undisguised longing, the bolt of lust tunneling through him had nearly brought him to his knees.
Just like it threatened to do now.
Ripping his gaze from her tempting lips, he let it drift down the elegant line of her throat. He imagined tasting the skin there, nuzzling her fluttering pulse beneath his lips, and inhaling more of her sweet, flowery smell. Winter bit back a groan. He would no doubt sample both later…when he’d be expected to do his marital duty. Hell. He’d have to hold himself in check. Make it perfunctory. And most of all, quick. The act was a necessary obligation, nothing more, because he had an inkling that this woman could be the end of him.
“Did you enjoy seeing your sister?” he asked, his voice rough edged. They’d called in at Beswick Park after leaving Lady Hammerton’s. Her rousing entertainments had gone well into the dawn hours.
His wife startled, attention flying to him. “Yes, of course, my lord. Thank you for arranging the visit.”
“Call me Winter,” he said.
She flushed. “Winter.”
His wife turned the full force of those ice-blue eyes on him, and for a moment, it felt like his skin had been seared by lightning. But that gaze also shone with no small degree of infatuation. It didn’t take much to interpret the shy glances and the soft blushes whenever she thought he wasn’t looking.
This was why it could never work.