Hey everyone! I'm excited today as I get to be a part of Evie Drae's debut novel's cover reveal!!!
Why am I so happy? Well, Evie is one of my Squad members and a most wonderful human being! She had a kick ass 2018 that included several RWA (Romance Writers of America) contest wins which resulted in her not only landing an agent but also a contract for this book. Gah! Happiness abounds!
Anyway, you're not here to hear me gush, you want the good stuff so without further ado...
Title: Beauregard and the Beast
By: Evie Drae
Release Date: August 20, 2019
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance
Blurb:
His greatest prize can’t be won in the octagon.
Champion MMA fighter Adam Littrell needs no distractions as he approaches the fight that will determine whether he retires. But when he opens the door of his swanky Las Vegas home to his new personal assistant, Bo Wilkins, staying focused becomes a struggle.
Aware of Adam’s surly reputation, Bo doesn't expect to like his new employer, let alone fall for him. But the man surprises him. A shared love of books leads them to study for their GEDs together and plan for a life after their current careers. Adam won't be able to fight forever, and Bo wants a relationship on equal footing.
But just as that relationship is getting off the ground, the sister Bo raised needs his help, and he drops everything. With Adam’s final match looming and Bo in a different city, reuniting will be the real challenge.
Excerpt:
The smell of fresh
laundry mixed with strong cleaning chemicals assaulted Adam’s senses the moment
he walked through the garage door after his morning training. He scrunched his
nose in protest. The clean linen smell was pleasant, but what the hell kind of
biochemical warfare was Bo waging on his home? The pungent scent of corrosive
bleach and all manner of other caustic solutions burned his nostrils and left
his head spinning.
He headed for the
laundry room to drop off his gym bag and found Bo on his hands and knees in the
hallway, scrubbing at the stone tile flooring.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bo,
you’re gonna asphyxiate from all these fumes.” Adam tossed his bag down the
hall in the general direction of the laundry room. “Why don’t you take a break?
We can grab lunch somewhere and hit the grocery while we’re out.”
Bo sat back on his
haunches and swiped a wrist over his brow. “I’m almost done here any—” His eyes
bugged, and he scurried to his feet, the sponge dropping from his hand. “Holy
crap on a cracker, what the heck happened to you?”
Adam froze when
Bo’s soapy fingertips grazed his jaw. A jolt of electricity fired under his
skin at the connection. He followed the tingling path of Bo’s touch with his
own fingers, marveling at the intensity of the impression that brief contact
left behind.
“Did you get
jumped?” Bo’s brows pinched, his lips turning down at the corners. “Did you
call the police? Are you hurt anywhere else?”
A laugh bubbled up
Adam’s throat at the unexpected barrage of questions and the look of genuine
concern twisting Bo’s face. When was the last time anyone cared he’d been hurt?
Hell, unless they bordered on life-threatening, even he failed to notice his injuries
more often than not. So was the life of a mixed martial arts fighter. Sparring
was the best way to train, and sparring equaled wounds. Rarely as intense as
those suffered at an official fight, but colorful and bloody nonetheless.
“I’m fine. Just a
few scratches.” Adam tried to grin, but the act tugged at his already split lip
and fresh blood trickled down his chin.
Bo gasped and
clamped a hand over Adam’s wrist. “That’s more than a scratch. Where’s your
first aid kit?”
“First aid kit?”
Adam cocked a brow. He didn’t keep anything like that at home. If his injuries
required mending, Eddie, his coach, would tend to him after he hit the showers.
Today, the damage was minimal, so he’d left without patching up.
Gaping, Bo shook
his head. “Don’t tell me you get beat up for a living and don’t keep basic
first aid supplies around the house.”
Adam knuckled the
blood off his chin and shrugged. “It’s a split lip. I’ll be fine.”
“A split lip, a
black eye, and a gashed eyebrow. That is not fine.” Bo scowled and dropped
Adam’s wrist with an adorable little huff. “I’m adding medical supplies to the
grocery list. If you’re going to come home looking like roadkill on a regular
basis, I’m going to need some necessities. In the meantime, will you at least
let me put some ice on that eye?”
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