There's an excerpt... Enjoy! Oh, and there is a giveaway from the author.
Them. Touch the pants. The fabric. She wanted to touch—oh, crap. She was totally standing there gawking at him while he was looking right at her. How many margaritas had she downed? She could feel the heat of a blush rising up her cheeks, but she had a good tan, too, and hopefully he wouldn’t notice.
Except—she was still standing there staring at him.
A slow, wickedly delicious smile spread across his ridiculously beautiful face and his eyes were positively sparkling with amusement, if the way his sensual lips—sensual lips, omigoodness—started to curve up.
"Hey, she's back!"
The shout came from behind her, and she chanced a glance back over her shoulders to see that the frat boys hadn't forgotten about her after all and were about to assault what they probably considered to be a charm offensive.
She had no time to think, only to act, so she took the last three steps across the floor until she was standing right in front of the gloriously gorgeous man occupying her bar stool. She brazenly reached out and touched his arm.
"Quick," she said breathlessly, in a seductive voice she didn’t think she'd ever heard coming out of her mouth before. "Act like you're with me, so those boys leave me alone."
His smile deepened. "Sure."
Then he wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close, and kissed her.