Heartbreaker Blog Hop--One week with a bad boy--Giveaways galore!

Welcome to the Believing is Seeing blog. I’m participating in the Heartbreaker Blog Hop for the next few days. If you don’t know who I am, my name is Sandra Sookoo. I write romantic fiction in multiple genres and heat levels. I’m also a huge Disney fan, a lover of tea, the Big Bang Theory and Finding Bigfoot and a whole bunch of random stuff LOL

So, what’s a heart breaker? Is he a bad boy? An anti-hero? Does he go out of his way to date every woman he sees or does he not know he’s leaving a trail of women in his wake? And if he does, should he grovel in order to win the heart of his lady fair?

Personally, I love it when a bad boy is tripped up by love and romance. There’s nothing more satisfying than seeing a ladies’ man felled by one look or kiss by his heroine. Of course, I prefer to have them work for that love. No happy endings unless they really want it.

Today, I’m sharing my very own favorite bad boy. He’s a pastry chef named Kyle, and you can find him in my recently released short story SWEETER THAN SUGAR. Here’s a blurb and small excerpt:

Blurb:

Kyle Morrison, cake baker extraordinaire, has entered a cake decorating competition—a prize check and a cable show are just some of what’s riding on the first place spot. Despite being in the happiest place on earth, Kyle can’t shake memories of Paige Renfield, the woman who’d rocked his world after a wedding reception hook-up then subsequently dumped him. When she crashes Kyle’s celebratory dinner with shadows, need and something else in her eyes, his world tilts once again.

Can a night of sweet talking and hot sex lead to a permanent relationship? If the chef has his way, it will. He’ll definitely never look at candy the same way again.

You can purchase SWEETER THAN SUGAR for only $1.49 at Amazon and All Romance ebooks.

Excerpt:

“Hi, Kyle.”

His jaw dropped. His stomach bottomed out. His cock jumped. Cold tremors played down his spine at hearing that throaty voice. “Paige?” He couldn’t move, couldn’t remember how to breathe in her presence. Instead, he raked his gaze over her face.

She’d cut her hair. Instead of long, silken strands, it now swung and bounced to her chin in one of those bob-things she’d always babbled about when they’d been together. A blue tank dress showed off her tanned skin and brightened her brown eyes while a few strands of gold beads drew his attention to her tits.

Damn, she looks great. His mouth watered as he remembered how her velvety nipples felt on his tongue. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Paige picked up a spoon and cut into the cake. “I had some vacation time coming to me.”

“And?” He thought he’d have a heart attack when she slipped the bite of cake into her mouth, chewed, swallowed then slowly licked the remainder from the spoon.

Her necklaces tinkled with her shrug. “I caught a blurb online that you’d be competing in the sugar challenge, so I booked a trip. This has always been a favorite vacation spot of mine.” She laid down her spoon and pinned him with a smoldering look—the kind he’d been helpless to resist when he’d first met her at that wedding.

Crap. The feelings he thought he’d locked away so well came hurtling back and mocked him—how awesome it had been having sex with her that first time, how good it had been tooling around town with her on the weekends, at dinner, or showing her off to his friends at the bakery, and how blindsided he’d been when she said it’d been fun but wouldn’t last.

He shoved all of that away. If she couldn’t have been bothered, neither could he. “How’d you know I’d be here, at this restaurant?”

“I figured since this is the competition hotel and you’d be tired afterward, you’d try for a spot here. Besides, it’s one of the best, and you wouldn’t lower yourself to go somewhere else.”

The comment burned. “Clever.”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I needed to see you.”

“Yeah, too bad.” I don’t give a rat’s ass. Kyle pushed his chair back from the table. “You didn’t want me a few months ago. What makes you think you can score this time around?” He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to talk with her again, yet here she was and he had to deal.

Her carefully made-up face crumpled beneath a mask of confusion. “I don’t want to score. I don’t want to hook-up.” She licked her bottom lip and the slick gloss clinging to it.

Ready to hear about those prizes? Comment on as many posts as you can during this blog hop to be eligible for the Grand Prizes (please leave your email address with your comment or you won’t be eligible) Winner of the Grand Prizes will be selected by the blog hop organizer on February 12th.

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! (Only eligible to US residents due to shipping costs). Sorry.

Here’s a picture of what the Grand Prize swag pack looks like:

To find a listing of all participating blogs in this hop: http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/

Giveaway for this post only: A subscription to my newsletter, book swag plus a free digital book from my back list (2013 releases not included).

What do you have to do? Leave your email address and answer this question: If you were stranded on a tropical island with a known heart breaker, what would he need to do to win your heart?

Good luck and happy Valentine’s Day!