Monday, November 15, 2010

Giveaway #1: Unguarded by Tracy Wolff

Hi everyone :) I'm kicking off giveaway week with a copy of my December book, Unguarded, which won't be available in the stores for another month. This is the third book in my Superromance series (following From Friend to Father and Beginning with Their Baby). It is Rhiannon's story (Matt's sister) and is my favorite of the series, if I'm being completely honest.

Rhiannon, if you remember, is a rape victim who has shut herself off from life since her rapist went free and her marriage fell apart. This is the story of her reawakening, of her coming back to the strong, confident woman she once was-- in the arms of a younger man. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (though I admit I did cry in a couple parts).

Here's an excerpt for your reading enjoyment :) Let me know what you think!


"Rhiannon." Shawn rose and extended his hand, his blue eyes warm and his smile welcoming. "I'm so glad you could make it today."

"Me, too. I've been excited about hearing the details of this party you want to throw since you called the office on Monday." It wasn't a lie, she told herself, if she only told half the truth. She was excited about planning the party, so it was perfectly acceptable to leave out the fact that she'd been up half the night worrying about seeing him again.

Obviously, this was stupid, as he wasn't looking at her with anything more than polite interest—the same interest he would show any woman charged with creating a fantastic party so that he could impress a bunch of Hollywood types. She must have imagined the way he'd looked at her the other night—which wasn't much of a surprise. Her radar was way off when it came to men these days, and had been for much too long.

"I'm glad. I need someone who's excited about this thing, since I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about throwing a formal party."

She pulled out her laptop and booted it up so that she could take notes while they talked. "You don't like formal parties?" she asked, culling about half of the options she'd come up with that morning from the mental list she wanted to run by him.

"I'm more a beer-and-nachos kind of guy. But I figure if I'm going to do this, I need to do it right— formal, sit-down dinner, monkey suit, the works."

As if his way with words wasn't enough to clue her in, just looking at him gave her a good idea as to why the formal approach probably wasn't the way to go. With his shaggy brown hair and easy smile, Shawn Emerson looked like every footloose, slacker guy she'd ever run across—the kind who was more comfortable with a bat in one hand and a beer in the other than he ever would be in an office or behind a desk.

Even his meeting attire—a football jersey and a worn pair of jeans—screamed immature male out for a good time. It was just one of the many reasons she hated that her hand was still warm from where his had clasped it.

But then, she was an idiot when it came to men. Life had certainly proven that in the past three years.

"So, your usual party style is ultra-casual yet you're thinking about throwing a completely formal gathering?"

"It's actually my agent's idea. He thinks I should have a really impressive gathering, kind of knock those Hollywood types' socks off. I'm just trying to follow along with his suggestions."

"What's the occasion?" she asked, trying to gauge which direction he really wanted to go in. For some people, formal meant black tie, while for others, it was just a step or two above beach attire. She had him pegged for the latter.

"Endeavor Studios just optioned the rights to my graphic novels. They're rushing to write a script based on the first two with hopes of starting filming in about eighteen months if everything goes as planned. A bunch of the guys involved in buying my project are going to be here in Austin for the film festival in March, debuting a new movie and Anthony thinks I should have a no-holds-barred party to welcome them to Austin and show my appreciation. It's not every day a guy's told his character is going to be made into a major motion-picture franchise, after all."

So much for a step above bathing suits—she'd been wrong again. Big surprise. This guy was definitely in need of a party with a big wow factor.

But a huge Hollywood-style party meant pulling out all the stops and the film festival was only—she pulled the website up on her computer—six weeks away. He wanted her to do a major party like this in six weeks? Was he kidding?

Trying to get her thoughts straight, Rhiannon pulled up a list of questions she needed to ask, then turned to him with the first one. "Who is Shadeslayer?"

Shawn grinned, an excited, happy smile lighting up his whole face and causing a weird flip-flopping in the pit of her stomach. Rhiannon did her best to ignore the feeling—the guy was at least ten years younger than her—probably closer to fifteen. Just the idea that his smile was directed at her specifically was absurd, not to mention pathetic.

"I was hoping you'd ask." He reached down to the seat beside him and picked up a few thick comicbook-style novels that he slapped on the table between them. "He's the superhero I created when I was in college. Now, he's the star of my twice-yearly graphic novels."

She blinked at the garish covers staring up at her. All three had a strong, muscle-bound guy in a gray-and-black superhero suit looking out of them, although he was in a different kind of peril on each cover. The artwork was absolutely gorgeous, but— "You write comic books for a living?"

"Graphic novels. It's not quite the same thing."

"Right, of course." She couldn't help wondering what the difference was, but didn't want to ask, in case the question offended him. He had made a point of correcting her when she'd called them comic books, after all. "What does Shadeslayer do? "

"All kinds of things, but mainly he keeps shades— dead people who are trapped on Earth—from using their powers to enslave humans." He held the books out to her. "Here, take them. They're for you. I figured they'd give you a sense of who I am, what the deal was about."

"Oh, okay. That's very nice of you." She reached out to take the books, her hand trembling just a little as it brushed against his.

She had no idea what she was supposed to do with three comic books, but it was a sweet gesture. She opened the cover of the first one, began to flip through it and was shocked when she came to the title page. Scrawled between the title and his name, were the words, "To Rhiannon, because a party is so often just the beginning. Shawn Emerson."

She stared at the inscription a moment, unsure what to make of it. Were the words a threat? A promise? A suggestion? Her back stiffened and she closed the books without comment, even as she tried desperately to figure out Shawn's agenda.

"Do you like them?" he asked, and she looked up to find him watching her closely.

"Of course I do," she answered, ignoring the confusion inside that told her very clearly that she wasn't sure how she felt about the books—or about the man who had given them to her. "They're an interesting gift."

Interesting?Nice? Shawn barely suppressed a shudder. Obviously, he'd struck out big time with his gift—he'd been an idiot to think Rhiannon would be interested in his graphic novels. He almost hadn't brought them—he didn't give them away very often anymore, and rarely signed them now that he was no longer busting his ass on self-sponsored book tours to promote the things— but this morning he'd been struck by a sudden desire to show her what he did. To give her a glimpse of himself, and of Shadeslayer, the greatest character he'd ever created.

But from the way she placed the books on the table like they were a cross between poison ivy and rotting meat, he figured he probably should have gone with flowers instead—for some reason, women always seemed to like those more. Leaning back in his chair, he studied Rhiannon and tried to decide what kind of flower she was.

Not a rose, though she was long-stemmed, beautiful and surprisingly fragile, if the delicate hand she'd put in his was any indication.

Not a daisy, because she was much too quiet and self-possessed for the cheerful white-and-yellow flowers.

Carnations were boring, and while she was doing her best to blend into the woodwork in her bland gray suit and white blouse, he had a feeling she was anything but boring underneath. Not with those intense coffee-colored eyes and that fiery red hair.

No, carnations would never do—and neither would orchids. They were too temperamental. Which left him drawing a blank. He shoved the dilemma to the back of his mind, with a quick reminder to get back to it later after they'd talked more. Because he'd meant what he'd said when he'd signed those books—this party was just the beginning. He'd been thinking about her since they'd met Saturday night and couldn't wait for a chance to get to know her.

The waitress chose that moment to come up for their orders, and he watched as Rhiannon smoothed a self-conscious hand over the tight bun of her hair. He wondered if she ever let it down.

"You know, they make a killer margarita here. I'm partial to their plain ones, but Lissa swears by their sangria margaritas." He deliberately brought up the name of his best friend Robert's wife to put her at ease—Lissa was the one who had introduced them at the party the other night, and it had been obvious she and Rhiannon liked each other very much. "I swear, she can drink three or four of those in a sitting."

She stared at him. "It's one o'clock in the afternoon."

"One-fifteen, actually," he corrected her, reaching for a chip.

"Either way." Her voice was drier than the martinis his mother used to make—and gulp down by the half dozen. "I try not to drink during business hours."

"Right. Business. I can see that about you."

That got her attention. She looked away from the waitress, eyebrows furrowed, lips pulled into a deep frown. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just that you seem like a really responsible person." He barely succeeded in hiding his grin as Rhiannon's teeth snapped together with an all but audible click.

"Well, we can't all have the intellectual and emotional makeup of a thirteen-year-old boy. More's the pity."

"Touche." He inclined his head, offering her the verbal point. As he did, he let his eyes linger on her full upper lip and the dimple that kept flirting with her left cheek. He'd been fascinated with both from the first time he'd seen her—and the story they told.

Even at the party, she'd looked so prim and proper. Long sleeves, long skirt, blouse buttoned up to her throat. He'd wondered at first if she was channeling someone's maiden aunt. But then she'd opened her mouth and that voice—low and smoky and incredibly sexy—had curled around him. And he'd wondered how he could have ever failed to see the fire.

So, since Thanksgiving is coming up and fall is finally in the air here in Austin, Texas, I thought I'd ask-- what's your favorite thing about this time of year? I love the crispness in the air and drinking hot apple cider with my boys. Happy Monday!


  1. Hi Tracy!

    Great excerpt, I can't wait for this 3rd book, awesome series!! :)

    We don't really get a huge change in season here, we have cooled down to the 70's though!:)I do love this time of year though, everyone seems to be getting excited about the holidays (that could change pretty quickly though when everyone has heard Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer on the radio for the bazillionth time...yes they are playing Christmas music here!)Our little city has started putting out the huge wreaths and getting ready for the holidays. So to make my long post short....I look forward to spending time with my kids and hubby enjoying the season!

  2. I look forward to getting things done. Summer is so busy with friends and family, but our house "clutters up" in the meantime. I get at it now, keeping Christmas in mind as a motivational tool. Once January comes and on through till April, I don't get as much done as I'd like (probably Seasonal Affective Disorder). It is dark here in Canada when getting up and dark when finishing work, which is depressing at times.

    Well ... that response certainly took a nosedive. Sorry about that! Tell you what: I'm going to set some chocolate aside as a treat for my dessert today. I hope you all have lots of treats in life too!

  3. Turkey sandwiches with mayo and green olives!

  4. Fabulous - can't wait to read it. Congrats on the 4 1/2 star review it got in Romantic Times magazine. They even featured the cover!

    I'm a summer person, so I'll stop right there. It's closer to Christmas, the only positive LOL

  5. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the cool weather and drinking hot chocolate and reading a good book, nothing better.

  6. Great excerpt! Shawn is more knowledgeable about flowers than the average man, that's for sure. I agree with him; comic books are not the same as graphic novels (although I haven't read any american ones for a long time.

    This time of the year is great for all the holidays that get families together.

  7. It's so great to see you guys again-- I've missed you! Thanks for stopping by :)

    Blanche-- I know. I was shopping yesterday and every store had Christmas music on. Crazy, right?

    Tetewa-- never tried them with green olives. Might have to remedy that this season.

    Mary G.--Thanks! Squee! I was thrilled with the review, especially since this book is so close to my heart.

    Laney4-- I do the same thing. Winter is the time I clean out closets and other stuff.

    Lina-- I know. I love rainy dys to sit by he window under a blanket with a cup of tea or hot chocolate and a good book!

    Sheree--You should see which flowers he finally decides to send her ;) The graphic novel/comic thing runs through the book with them, at least until she finally reads one of his.

  8. Great excerpt. What I like about this time of year is making comfort foods and wearing warm sweaters.

  9. Rhiannon's story ?? I think it's been too long since I've read your last Superromance because I had totally forgotten about it. I'll have to go and update by to-read list on Goodreads because I most definitely don't want to miss it.
    Now, we don't have turckey day in my country but we do bake tons of good things because of the chilly weather and all Just yesterday I made "pecan-pie-cupcakes" and the house smelled awesome... absolutely what I prefer this time of the year.
    Congrats on your new release and thx for the giveaway week !!

  10. Emmanuelle, Pecan pie cupcakes? Those sound awesome. Yummmm! And Rhiannon is Matt's sister, from Beginning with Their Baby.

    Crystal-- I love my sweaters, too. I was so happy when it finally turned cold this week. I have a new sweater I've been waiting months to wear!