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Ruthie Knox is giving this excerpt release for her book About Last Night. The Adult Romance is about two people from polar sides of most things meeting in the middle to heat one another up in all the ways that romance readers love to read about most in opposites attract stories.\u00a0The title is on sale this week for only 99\u00a2 on Amazon and B&N; you should take advantage of the sweet deal before it goes away!<\/p>\n
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she\u2019s made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.<\/p>\n Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family\u2019s banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine\u2014even her name turns him on\u2014with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.<\/p>\n When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?<\/p>\n Includes a special message from the editor, as well as excerpts from these Loveswept titles:\u00a0Because of You, Ride with Me,<\/i>\u00a0and\u00a0MidnightHour<\/i>.<\/b> Purchase About Last Night:<\/p>\n Amazon<\/a> | B&N<\/a><\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong><\/p>\n Ruthie Knox’s Bio:<\/strong><\/p>\n USA Today<\/i>\u00a0bestselling author\u00a0Ruthie Knox<\/b>\u00a0writes contemporary romance that\u2019s sexy, witty, and angsty\u2014sometimes all three at once. After training to be a British historian, she became an academic editor instead. Then she got really deeply into knitting, as one does, followed by motherhood and romance novel writing.<\/p>\n Her debut novel,\u00a0Ride with Me<\/i><\/a>,\u00a0is probably the only existing cross-country bicycling love story. She followed it up with\u00a0About Last Night<\/i>, a London-set romance whose hero has the unlikely name of Neville, and then\u00a0Room at the Inn<\/i><\/a>, a Christmas novella\u2014both of which were finalists for the Romance Writers of America\u2019s RITA Award.\u00a0Her four-book series about the Clark family of Camelot, Ohio, has won accolades for its fresh, funny portrayal of small-town Midwestern life.<\/p>\n Ruthie moonlights as a mother, Tweets incessantly, and bakes a mean focaccia. She\u2019d love to hear from you, so visit her website\u00a0and drop her a line.<\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong><\/p>\n Ruthie Knox’s Web Tracks:<\/strong><\/p>\n Website<\/a> | Facebook<\/a> | Twitter-Ruthie Knox<\/a> | Twitter-Robin York<\/a> | Google+<\/a> | Goodreads-Ruthie Knox<\/a> | Goodreads-Robin York<\/a> | Amazon Author Page<\/a> | Pinterest<\/a><\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong><\/p>\n Robin York on All The Things Inbetween:<\/strong><\/p>\n Book It – In News Today: Robin York’s DEEPER only 99\u00a2 right NOW!<\/a> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong><\/p>\n About Last Night Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n Cath leaned against a table strewn with crumpled tubes of paint and jars full of brushes, pressing her damp palms against the surface and willing her heart to stop pounding.\u00a0You\u2019re not really attracted to City. You\u2019re just looking for your clothes, and then you\u2019re going home. A blip, remember? This is a blip.<\/i><\/p>\n Dimly, she realized he\u2019d spoken. \u201cSorry, what?\u201d<\/p>\n His lips twitched, and the dimple made another appearance. \u201cI only said \u2018Good morning.\u2019 Are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n She\u2019d been on the money predicting he\u2019d have a posh accent, anyway. Maybe she could blame the hangover for her reaction to the smile. She needed to eat something. Or get laid.<\/p>\n It had been a while. Could you still say that when it had been two years? It had been a\u00a0while<\/i>.<\/p>\n \u201cThat depends,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u201cOn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOn what I did last night.\u201d<\/p>\n He pursed his perfect lips, a frown line appearing between his eyebrows. \u201cYou don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot much.\u201d She drew her index finger along the surface of his worktable, as if checking for dust.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you remember refusing to tell me your name or where you live?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe talked?\u201d Funny, she couldn\u2019t resurrect any memories of speaking to him. Only his hand, warm and solid, guiding her. Only the way he\u2019d made her feel.<\/p>\n The way he was\u00a0still<\/i>\u00a0making her feel, come to think of it. She was bare-legged in this strange man\u2019s apartment, asking him to reveal the details of what she\u2019d done while drunk last night. The situation ought to have been intimidating. She ought to have been queasy with remorse.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t, and she could only conclude the reason was City. He projected calm.<\/p>\n \u201cYou kept calling me \u2018City,\u2019\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Cath nodded. \u201cYep. That\u2019s what I call you.\u201d<\/p>\n He gave her a wry smile, and she held on tight to the edge of the table. Maybe\u00a0calm\u00a0<\/i>didn\u2019t quite cover it. Not when he smiled, anyway.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s precisely what you said last night.\u201d<\/p>\n His voice wasn\u2019t at all what she\u2019d expected. It was low and warm and soothing, and it took the edge right off his fancy accent.<\/p>\n \u201cDid I say why I wouldn\u2019t tell you my name?\u201d<\/p>\n The smile widened, and she decided it ought to be classified as a misdemeanor. Grinning with Intent to Discombobulate.<\/p>\n \u201cYou told me you were sad and quite tired, but you didn\u2019t require my help, and all you needed to set yourself to rights was a cup of coffee and something to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo how did I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He raised one finger to prevent her interruption, his eyes twinkling with amusement. She\u2019d never noticed how unusual his eyes were before. They were green over brown, both exotic and warm.<\/p>\n \u201cThen,\u201d he continued, \u201cwhen I tried to introduce myself properly, you covered my mouth with your hand and insisted we remain strangers, because you could tell I was a very nice man\u201d\u2014he pronounced the word\u00a0nice<\/i>\u00a0as if it were a razor blade he was carefully spitting out\u2014\u201cand I\u2019d be far better off not knowing you.\u201d<\/p>\n Cath was impressed. Her drunk self had more sense than she\u2019d given her credit for.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s true,\u201d she offered. \u201cI\u2019m not really your type.\u201d<\/p>\n He cocked an eyebrow but let the comment slide.<\/p>\n \u201cSince I\u2019m here, I guess that means you took a pass on the opportunity to hop the next train and leave me to my own devices?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was nearly\u00a0midnight,\u201d he said, defensive. \u201cAll the shops were closed, there were no cabs to be found, you wouldn\u2019t tell me where you lived or let me see you home, and you could barely stand up. So yes, bringing you here seemed like the right thing to do.\u201d<\/p>\n A thought distracted her from the question she\u2019d been forming. \u201cWhat were you doing at Canary Wharf at\u00a0midnight\u00a0on aFriday?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTrolling for prostitutes.\u201d<\/p>\n He delivered the line in such a dry, remote tone, it took her a second to get that he was joking, but when she did, she couldn\u2019t prevent herself from teasing, \u201cYou must have been so disappointed with the selection.\u201d She glanced down at her small, decidedly unvoluptuous body in the oversized shirt.<\/p>\n \u201cI wouldn\u2019t say that, love.\u201d<\/p>\n The dimple appeared again. She lost a few seconds gazing at his mouth, and then she came to and let her eyes slide down his torso to alight on his hand, which still held a paintbrush.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t expected the smile. Or the paintbrush.<\/p>\n She definitely hadn\u2019t expected him to flirt with her.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d been to see a film,\u201d he explained.<\/p>\n \u201cI passed out,\u201d she replied, attempting to steer the conversation back toward the safer ground of her humiliation so that she could get the details she needed and scurry home.<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose you did. You were terribly tired. I made a pot of tea, and by the time I\u2019d finished you were asleep at my kitchen table. I tried to rouse you, but you said, \u2018Leave me alone,\u2019 and then something that sounded very much like, \u2018Don\u2019t murder me.\u2019\u201d He reported all this matter-of-factly, as if drunk women passed out on his kitchen table every\u00a0Friday\u00a0night.<\/p>\n Which, for all you know, they do.<\/i><\/p>\n \u201cNice of you not to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI seem to have convinced you I\u2019m a nice man.\u201d<\/p>\n Cath nodded her agreement, though he didn\u2019t look all that nice at the moment. The gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn\u2019t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry about the stripping part,\u201d she mumbled, partly because she\u00a0was<\/i>\u00a0sorry but mostly because she wondered what he\u2019d say.<\/p>\n The smile he gave her made her toes curl, it was so wicked. \u201cYou do remember,\u201d he said in that low rumble.<\/p>\n \u201cYou were very, uh, gentlemanly about that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou were very intoxicated.\u201d He turned away to set the paintbrush down on the tray at the base of his easel.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at her toes until they uncurled. This was her cue to ask what he\u2019d done with her clothes. She would have, only City asked, \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d and so she had to keep talking to him. She tried to mind it but failed. The man was proving to be an enjoyable conversationalist, and he was remarkably easy on the eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m fine, thanks. I have a little headache, but the shower helped. And the toothbrush.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGlad to hear it. Would you like breakfast? I fried up some bacon.\u201d<\/p>\n The mention of bacon made her stomach rumble.<\/p>\n \u201cThat sounds like a yes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do have a weakness for the bacon-sandwich hangover cure,\u201d she admitted. \u201cBut it seems a little lowbrow for you, City. I can\u2019t imagine you drunk, much less hungover.\u201d<\/p>\n He took a few steps closer and studied her, an unabashed appraisal that should have been rude or even scary but instead sent syrupy heat creeping through her abdomen. \u201cConsidering you don\u2019t know my name, you seem to have a lot of ideas about me.\u201d<\/p>\n Oh, she had ideas. She had a whole slew of new ideas about him, and she needed to find an exit strategy quick, because none of them was on the list of things she was supposed to be thinking about.\u00a0Banker,<\/i>\u00a0she reminded herself.\u00a0He\u2019s a banker, a very boring banker. Enough already. Just, whatever you do, don\u2019t flirt with him.<\/i><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t need to know your name. I\u2019ve seen you around, and I know your type.\u201d<\/p>\n Aaaand she was flirting with him.<\/p>\n It won her a smirk. \u201cWhat\u2019s my type, then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor starters, you come from money. You went to expensive boarding schools, graduated from either Oxford or Cambridge, and now you work at a bank in the City\u2014thus the name.\u201d<\/p>\n He frowned and wiped his hand over his mouth. What a mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cJust let me know when I get something wrong,\u201d she offered.<\/p>\n \u201cBy all means, carry on. You\u2019re doing a brilliant job so far.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich was it, Oxford or Cambridge?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCambridge. Trinity College.\u201d<\/p>\n She resisted the urge to gloat. Gloating was well outside the range of acceptable responses to City on this particular morning.<\/p>\n So is flirting with him.<\/i><\/p>\n Right. But it was so much fun. She hadn\u2019t flirted in ages.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s see,\u201d she said. \u201cI know you like to jog. Judging by those shoulders and arms, I\u2019d say you also row, yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSome. I play rugby, too.\u201d He gave her half a smile, and she made an effort to suppress the image of City in a rugby jersey with pink cheeks and dirty knees, tussling over a ball. A human orgasm.<\/p>\n Her good sense was now officially yelling\u00a0Mayday!<\/i><\/p>\n She was now officially ignoring it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do I do for fun, then?\u201d He stepped even closer. This flirtation had turned into a two-way party. She needed to find a method of steering the conversation back toward bacon sandwiches and, say, the location of her skirt, because it probably wasn\u2019t good that she could smell him now, and on this man linseed oil was an aphrodisiac.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you go to the symphony, spend weekends in the countryside, and date women who wear twinsets and have names like\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Without the least bit of warning, he kissed her. Not a preamble sort of kiss, either. No, he really\u00a0kissed\u00a0<\/i>her, one huge hand cupping the back of her neck, and his warm, firm lips knew exactly what they were doing, which was driving every single thought from her head. Only the man remained, the mouth, the sensations coursing through her, heating her up from the inside. Heating her up\u00a0fast<\/i>. Could all bankers kiss like this?<\/p>\n Cath rose on her toes, angling her mouth and pressing closer, but he pulled back a few inches. Then a few feet.<\/p>\n She wanted to say something. The only word that came out of her mouth was a shaky \u201cWhoa.\u201d<\/p>\n She tried again. \u201cWhat was that, City?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou tell me, Yank.\u201d His lips curved into that sexy smirk again.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure you just kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, I did. Shall I apologize?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat for?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was terribly impolite. I didn\u2019t ask your permission.\u201d<\/p>\n Cath leaned back against the table, crossed her arms over the tight peaks of her nipples, and tried not to smile like a girl who\u2019d just been kissed silly. She failed. She was failing a lot around this guy. It ought to have been worrisome, or at least embarrassing, but his lips had liquefied her brain.<\/p>\n First kiss in two years would do that, she supposed.<\/p>\n \u201cI was much more impolite than you. What with the passing out and all. You\u2019re being very nice about it.\u201d<\/p>\n City scrubbed his hand over his jawline, pensive now. \u201cI would appreciate it,\u201d he said after a moment, \u201cif you would stop calling me \u2018nice.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n He took a step closer, and her heart rate spiked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are nice.\u201d Her voice came out all weak and wavery. This was how Little Red Riding Hood had felt when she\u2019d discovered the Big Bad Wolf wearing Grandma\u2019s bonnet.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he replied. \u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n Another step, and his eyes traced a path over her arms, down her stomach to her hips. The brightly lit art studio made her purple underwear visible through the white T-shirt. She could tell that City noticed, and that he was enjoying the view.<\/p>\n She sat down on the edge of the table. \u201cYou brought me here with impure motives?\u201d The idea gave her a stupid thrill.<\/p>\n He shook his head. \u201cNo. I developed them after you arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n Cath fingered the hem of the shirt where it hit her mid-thigh. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t admit to that sort of thing. It\u2019s perverted to lust after half-naked drunk girls.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot perverted.\u201d He stepped closer until his thighs brushed her knees. \u201cOnly male. And at any rate, you didn\u2019t get me lusting with the strip show. Though it was . . . fetching.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo?\u201d It was a wonder she could speak at all, considering there was a tall, hard, hot man crowding her and using up all the oxygen. \u201cWhat irresistibly attractive thing did I do, then?\u201d<\/p>\n One more step, and he was between her legs. \u201cYou talked. Rather a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll sorts of nonsense. You\u2019re not very fond of my country, I gather.\u201d<\/p>\n Cath shrugged, sheepish. \u201cSometimes I miss Chicago.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d never heard you talk before. You ought to do it more. It\u2019s charming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPeople who talk to themselves at the train station are generally understood to be crazy. Especially in your country.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou could talk to me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hardly know you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m superb,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re going to like me.\u201d Big, warm hands covered her bare thighs, and she shivered. \u201cThough I should probably reiterate, I\u2019m not at all nice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI\u2019m a very good person. Not the kind of girl who gets drunk and has to be rescued from train stations.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d He moved his hands up a few inches to the crease where her thighs met her hips.<\/p>\n \u201cOr who makes out with strange men on tables. I\u2019m a thoroughly respectable woman.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t kiss like one.\u201d He smiled that shark smile again.<\/p>\n New Cath had a death grip on the tattered vestiges of her willpower, but she\u2019d lost control over her body. Her palms smoothed over the muscles of his forearms, and her butt scooted her closer to the edge of the table by an inch or two. Or four.<\/p>\n At least her mouth still worked. \u201cI\u2019ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t reform. I like you bad.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want to be bad.\u201d But her arms had reached up and twined around his neck, and she had to murmur the last part against his lips.<\/p>\n \u201cI do,\u201d he said, and took over.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/strong> (Follow all the updates for this blog by visiting and liking the All The Things Inbetween<\/a> Facebook page.)<\/strong> All The Things Ali Web Tracks:<\/strong> Google+<\/a> | Twitter<\/a> | Pinterest<\/a> | Instagram<\/a> | Shelfari<\/a> | Goodreads<\/a> | Last.fm<\/a> …And I am always looking for new friends on Bingo Blitz, everyone but kittens need apply.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ruthie Knox is giving this excerpt release for her book About Last Night. The Adult Romance is about two people from polar sides of most things meeting in the middle to heat one another up in all the ways that romance readers love to read about most in opposites attract stories.\u00a0The title is on sale […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[2],"tags":[53,372,583,1142,1151,1327,1328,1430,1450,1459,1488],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2087,"url":"https:\/\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/index.php\/2014\/02\/26\/book-it-in-news-today-ruthie-knoxs-about-last-night-flash-giveaway\/","url_meta":{"origin":2157,"position":0},"title":"Book It - In News Today: Ruthie Knox's About Last Night Flash Giveaway","date":"2014-02-26","format":false,"excerpt":"I was lucky enough the other night to be one of the first 40 Bloggers to reply to an InkSlinger PR email about a Ruthie Knox promotion for her new release, About Last Night. 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\nA 2013 finalist for the RITA award in contemporary single-title romance from Romance Writers of America
\nA 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award nominee in the “Contemporary Love and Laughter” category,\u00a0Romantic Times\u00a0<\/i>magazine
\nA\u00a0Library Journal<\/i>\u00a0Best Ebook Romance of 2012
\nA Reviewers Choice Award 2012 Pick, All About Romance
\nA Best Contemporary Romance 2012 nominee at The Romance Reviews
\nA 2013 DABWAHA nominee<\/p>\n![\"Add](\"https:\/\/i1.wp.com\/havecoffeeneedbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/goodreads-badge-add-plus_zps5d68ec23.png?resize=130%2C41&ssl=1\"){kind=icon}
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\nBook It – In News Today: Ruthie Knox’s About Last Night Flash Giveaway<\/a><\/p>\n
\nIf you are an Indie author and you would like to be part of the All The Things Inbetween Weekly Indie Word Slinger Project 2014<\/a> I\u2019d love to hear from you! Contact me via email<\/a> after reading the requirements and details on the Just The Facts, Ma\u2019am<\/a> post. All dates are scheduled on a first collected, first claimed basis. Get your packet into me early to claim your slot to be a Word Slinger!<\/strong><\/p>\n
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