October 11, 2014

BOOK BLITZ: Love Me Later By, Libby Rice

Love Me Later

Scarlet Leore enjoys a glittering existence amongst society’s elite. Ethan Blake is a prizefighter knocking his way through school, counting on his winnings to bankroll the dreams that won’t fit in a boxing ring. When the two meet, neither can deny the instant attraction that wells between the hulking fighter and the heiress who is miles and millions out of his league. But a vicious attack leaves Scarlet physically and emotionally battered, and for Ethan, her allure crumbles along with the rest of his life after she accuses him of wielding the knife.

Years later, Scarlet has abandoned the high life for that of a hard-working lawyer, while Ethan has clawed his way to the pinnacle of a business empire. Drawn into his world of high-stakes tech mergers, they dance to a tune of revenge, desire, and finally, redemption. But their world won’t tolerate an attorney falling for her client. They’ll need more than lust and forgiveness. They must bridge the chasm of a tormented past to understand who they are today. Only then can they forge a future in the face of the resurging enemy who once tore them apart.


Exclusive Excerpt:

Ethan’s irritation spiked at what his dinner companion coaxed him to reveal. He let his eyes roam from the top of Scarlet’s shining head to her well-displayed breasts and back again. She exuded old-school sex. The costly vintage dress and outrageous jewels conjured up images of the glamorous pinup girls of a bygone era. Women didn’t look like her anymore. Too many dieted down to nothing before purchasing globular breasts of the man-made variety. She appeared to be a utopia of au natural. And he liked it.

Her back shot straight, and she reached behind her. In a blink, a black cardigan covered her assets.

His stomach, already grasping, clenched at the loss. “Think a woman like you would like a street fight, where the loser bleeds in the gutter until he gets up and drags himself home?”

She stiffened despite the cheerful conversations buzzing around them, and her once-coaxing voice dropped in open challenge. “A woman like me?”

Flawless. “Rich. Spoiled.” He took another long pull from his beer. “Ever seen a street fight, Empress? If you do, nix the earrings.”

Her flirtatious smile faded, replaced with a wary look. One hand rose to skim nervously over a huge diamond stud flashing at her ear. She looked to have an idea about where he might take the conversation, and she wasn’t willing to go along. But she surprised him when she said breezily, “Quite the tough guy, huh? A fighter out of necessity and all that? Never had a thing handed to you and resent people who did?”

His eyes narrowed. Few people mocked him. And Scarlet had recently seen him beat a man unconscious for money. Her words stung, a little because of the sheen of disdain that threaded through the thinly-veiled joke, but mostly because she was right. Well, well

She ignored his look and went on. “I suppose that makes you smarter, more worthy than someone like me? Because I was born wealthy, I’m stupid? Lazy? Dangerous in some way?”

No, he thought, obviously not stupid. And her brand of head-to-toe perfection couldn’t be lazy. But dangerous put it mildly.

Already fascinated, it only got better as she decided to give him a run for the money he didn’t have. She stretched languidly and pulled the cardigan off her shoulders. Then she leaned forward—far forward—over the table. Her golden eyes were a couple shades darker than her hair, and she smelled like anything but the onions and green chili that saturated the air of the restaurant.

“Tell me,” she whispered, heat simmering in her appraising gaze. “Other than being poor and able to hit really, really hard, why are you so special?”

Ethan stared back. The answer was simple. He excelled at doing a lot of things really hard.

Scarlet’s taunt had ended just as their food arrived. Before they could be interrupted, Ethan leaned in to meet her. She didn’t pull back, and his lips brushed her diamond earring when he said softly, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Libby Rice Bio:

LibbyRicePhoto-WebResolutionBefore becoming a writer, Libby was first a mechanical engineer in the data acquisition industry (voltmeter anyone?). Preferring writing to technical design, Libby headed to law school and eventually practiced patent law for several enterprising years (patent application covering a voltmeter anyone?). Finally realizing that technology just wasn’t her bag, she traded the voltmeters for alpha heroes and the women who love them.

Today, Libby writes contemporary romances from the foot of the Rocky Mountains, where she lives with her husband, a bona fide rocket scientist (he stuck with the voltmeters!). When not writing, Libby loves good food, even better wine, and traveling the world in search of the next great story.

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