#Blitz: 'Boiling Point' by Alison Henderson #Snippet #giveaway
I write romance because that's what I like to read. The world provides more than enough drama and tragedy. I want to give my readers the happily-ever-after we all crave.
I haven't always been a writer, but I have always embraced creativity and relished new experiences. By the time I was twenty-one I had traveled the world from Tunisia to Japan. Little did I suspect I was collecting material for future characters and stories along the way.
I've been married to my personal hero for more than thirty years. After decades of living in the Midwest, we heeded the siren call of sun and sea and moved to the most breathtakingly beautiful place imaginable - the gorgeous central coast of California. I look forward to the new stories this place inspires.
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Zoe Hargrove’s first solo assignment as a bodyguard is off to a rocky start. On the way to her client’s lakeside estate, a pair of kamikaze bikers nearly runs her off the road. Upon arrival, she learns she’s expected to work undercover as a personal chef—a potential disaster since she can barely burn water—while secretly protecting the client’s pregnant wife from a potential assailant. To top things off, her culinary assistant will be the client’s latest invention—a robotic sous chef named GRAMPA.
And if that isn’t enough, the couple’s dangerously handsome chauffeur, who looks more like a prize fighter than a car jockey, glowers at her as if she’s about to steal the silver. Zoe soon suspects he’s hiding secrets of his own, but can she uncover them in time to stop the escaped criminal who threatens them all?
And if that isn’t enough, the couple’s dangerously handsome chauffeur, who looks more like a prize fighter than a car jockey, glowers at her as if she’s about to steal the silver. Zoe soon suspects he’s hiding secrets of his own, but can she uncover them in time to stop the escaped criminal who threatens them all?
SNIPPET
He eyed her closely. “Where did that move come from? It didn’t look like any martial art I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s not. Over the years I’ve learned to improvise, when necessary.”
“Like when you’re flat on your back under your opponent.” One corner of his mouth tipped up with classic, testosterone-fueled smugness. “They probably don’t teach that in the dojo.”
Her stomach tightened at his graphic description, but the echo of her earlier fear faded quickly, leaving only a residue of prickly irritation. “You didn’t need to flatten me, you know.” She bent to brush her pants with both hands. “I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“I was just demonstrating the correct technique.”
“For what? Knocking me on my butt?”
“No, although I admit if things had gone right, that would have been the end result.”
He crossed his arms and set his jaw. “And I was supposed to stand there like a chump and let you show off?”
“That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do.”
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