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Hi – I’m Cass Peterson, and One Night in San Francisco is my first novella for Tirgearr. It’s set in one of my all time favourite cities and it tells the story of two people who are in no mood for a relationship but are more than ready for fun. Here’s a brief description of Liam Morrisey, the man who sweeps Nicky off her feet.
Here, Nicky describes Liam, the first time they meet on the night flight to San Francisco:
He smiled at me and my stomach flipped. He was so desperately good looking, this man – deep brown eyes, thin, angular features with that lust-inducing hint of stubble. His lips were full and firm, and his hair flopped over his face, asking to be stroked back into place. I swallowed hard.
Liam was born in Ireland and still has a trace of a very sexy accent. He’s lived in London for the past few years and is now a hot shot literary agent specialising in crime fiction.
His visit to San Fran is one of many recent business trips to liaise with the top publishing company of Taylor, James and Hanson, where he met his previous girlfriend, Virginia. This came to nothing, and Liam is still heart free though, falling for Nicky in a big way when he realises she is pleasuring herself under her blanket in the seat next to his. One of nature’s gentlemen and an accomplished lover, he offers to help out with the job in hand, and they plunge into an intense mile-high experience that leaves them both wanting much more.
When they lose track of each other during their few short hours in the city, both are desperate to reconnect. Can they find each other in time to see if the taster on the plane can be the start of something even more exciting?
Blurb:
Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?
Buy links:
http://casspeterson.co.uk/books/city-nights-one-night-in-san-francisco/
Extract:
San Francisco airport was a blur of activity even in the early morning. As we piled off the plane, already jet lagged and dishevelled, we were herded into lines reminiscent of the ones at Alton Towers – zig zags of queues separated by tapes and metal posts, shuffling tiredly towards the perspex booths of hard-faced officials, ready to check our passports.
By this time I was almost comatose – lack of sleep and too much four-o’clock lust had left me bleary and bewildered by the bustle around me. I tried to keep near to Liam but when we reached passport control we somehow lost each other. I saw him in the distance, trying to charm his way past an official who obviously ate razor blades for a hobby, but we didn’t meet again. I waved to him as I was whisked away to have my bag checked – I must have a dodgy face, this always seems to happen to me at customs – and he waved back, mouthing ‘See you later.’
My heart sank. I’d hoped to have chance to talk to him before we went our separate ways, or at least to give him a hug. Never mind, I had his card safely in my bag. I checked again. Yes, still there, tucked into my purse next to the photo of Simon. I shook myself. Why was I still carrying around a picture of a man who had clearly moved out of my life?
I slid the tiny picture out of my purse and looked at it closely. Simon grinned up at me from his photograph – handsome, cheerful … and a complete and utter tosser. There were no litter bins to be seen but I noticed a man sweeping rubbish nearby. After a moment’s hesitation I ripped up the photo and dropped the pieces into his bin liner. He looked at me as if I’d spat on the floor but I didn’t care. A wave of freedom washed over me – who needed men that treated you like dirt? I’d ring Liam as soon as I thought he’d be clear of his work ties.
I frowned as I shuffled forwards in the queue. For the first time I realised I hadn’t offered Liam my own number. It would have made a whole lot more sense for him to phone me when he was through. Oh well, it was too late now. I’d give him till half past ten – that should do it.
Author Bio:
Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.
She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.
Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.
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