And to make things even more special, Christy is here to tell us a bit about her hot new book, One Hot Knight. Take it away, birthday girl!
It’s My Party!
Before you get carried away with the tunes of Leslie Gore ringing in your ears, let me preface this by saying No Crying will be allowed. Today is my…ummm…thirty-somethingth birthday and also marks the first week of my latest release, One Hot Knight. So today we’re celebrating the fact that I’m another year young, and The Little Book That Could is spreading its wings.
It’s been a long journey to get here. No quips about my age either. (I’m still young at heart.) I’m talking about my journey as a writer. From notebooks filled with the passionate yearnings of a pre-teen, to steamy novels that make even my cheeks turn crimson, I’ve spent years at this gig. It’s been a rough ride at times, but there’s truly no greater joy than having someone read your book and tell you how much they enjoyed it.
One Hot Knight is my first book with Entangled Publishing. I ventured out of my comfort zone, left the nest you could say, to bring this book to life. What started out as a romp eventually turned into something a bit more serious. Even though I probably drove my editors bananas, we finally got it out.
Today I’m giving away a special gift to one lucky commenter. All you have to do to join is comment on this blog (or any of the others scheduled for today) and be entered into a random drawing. The winner will be announced tomorrow, so check back to see if you’ve won!
For a list of the tour stop or more info on my books, please drop by http://christygissendaner.webs.com. And now, for an extra fun surprise, a teaser excerpt from my latest release. Enjoy, and happy birthday to me!
Excerpt from One Hot Knight by Christy Gissendaner, available now at Entangled Publishing, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.
She’d lost her mind.
That was the only excuse. Why in hell had she agreed to bring Yves home with her for two weeks? She didn’t even know the man. Not to mention he was cursed with some ancient voodoo that may or may not morph him back into a canine.
Oh well. It was much too late for recriminations now. A nine-hundred-year-old knight had plopped down on the couch in her living room like he owned the place.
Gripping the bathroom sink with both hands, Regina leaned forward and studied her reflection in the mirror. A towel was wrapped turban-style around her damp hair. Her face was cosmetic-free and glistening from the moisturizing, age-rejuvenating lotion she’d just rubbed on it.
Was that another laugh line?
Regina prodded the side of her eye and grimaced. In one day, she’d gained an entirely new wrinkle while a centuries-old man resided in her living room as fresh as a daisy. The world was so unfair! She was twenty-eight and perilously close to looking thirty, while Yves didn’t look a day over her own age.
Her gaze dropped to the reflection of her body in the steamed mirror. At least her body was still pretty decent. Due to the treadmill, she kept in shape as much as possible. Her breasts could be a bit perkier perhaps, but the rest of her was okay.
Why was she even studying her body? She knew what she looked like. Just because she had an attractive man in her apartment didn’t mean she needed to ogle herself.
It wasn’t like she was going to jump in bed with him. Yves was her good deed for the year. She would help him break the curse, and then he was out of there. No strings. No sad good-byes. Certainly no sex. He was too big, too bold, and too outspoken. Definitely not her type.
Who was she kidding? He was everyone’s type.
Something about the way he moved, the curious gleam in his eyes when he looked at her, the delicate way he touched her even when he was manhandling her was intriguing. She practically melted at the memory of how she’d felt pressed up against him earlier.
“Regina, get a grip. You can’t be attracted to him.” She wagged a finger at herself in the mirror.
Her reflection was no help.
“He’s just an overgrown ape of a man you can’t wait to be rid of, remember?”
This time, her reflection turned thoughtful.
“He’s a dog for goodness sakes! Literally.” The corner of her lips turned down.
The mirror was cool against her skin as she dropped her forehead against it. “Oh boy, I’m in trouble.”