Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Hot Summer Book Tour

The calendar says the month is December but for today it's summer, as in the Hot Summer Virtual Book Tour hosted by Bewitching Book Tours. Our featured author is Judy Powell and her latest title is entitled Hot Summer. That cover certainly makes me want to put away my coat and gloves. The author has provided us with a holiday-themed guest blog and an excerpt. Happy reading!

Hot Summer by Judy Powell
Genre: sizzling romance 

Blurb: A hot-tempered spitfire and a strong-willed, arrogant man – put them together and sparks fly!

After her first embarrassing encounter Summer Jones vows to stay away from suave, sexy and oh, so arrogant Lance Munroe. But then she ends up working for the man. Her quick temper and sharp tongue keep landing her in hot water with him but no matter how hard she tries she can’t deny her growing attraction for him. Then they go on a business trip to Jamaica – and that’s when things get really hot.

Lance is intrigued by the feisty woman who practically tells him off the first time they meet. When they begin working together he realizes how much he enjoys the challenge of taming the little tigress. But, before he knows it, he’s the one caught in the snare of passion. The tables are turned – the tigress has tamed the lion.

For a sizzling romance, follow Summer and Lance from Chicago to Jamaica and be swept away in the thrill of their hot summer.

Guest Blog by Judy Powell

Christmas time and romance. What a great combination…the two things most likely to lift the spirit!

As we celebrate the festive season I’d like to share my version of a song that marries Christmas and romance, ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’. Mine will be called ‘The Five Days of Christmas’. Now, corny or not, sing along with me. After all, it’s the Christmas season!

“On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A boat cruise on a blue sea. 

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me 
Sexy lingerie and a boat cruise on a blue sea. 

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 
A steamy romance novel, sexy lingerie and a boat cruise on a blue sea. 

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 
Champagne in a bottle, steamy romance novel, sexy lingerie 
And a boat cruise on a blue sea. 

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 
Five diamond rings!!!! 
Champagne in a bottle, steamy romance novel, sexy lingerie 
And a boat cruise on a blue sea…” 

Now go sing this for your partner. You never know, you may get some or all of the above. 

Happy holidays!

Hot Summer Excerpt

Almost forty minutes later they arrived in Linstead. They turned off the main road and onto a narrow track that led to a small house almost hidden by the trees. Derrick drove into the yard and immediately three dogs rushed out, barking madly.

A stout woman ran around from the back of the house, shouting, “Rex, Prince, get out of here. Go on.” She picked up some small stones and threw them at the dogs. “Lady, go look after your puppies.”

She broke a switch from a nearby tree and hit them on the rump. They dashed away, still barking. She bent to pick up her hat which had fallen off in the flurry of activity and, with a broad smile on her face, approached the vehicle.

“Well, finally, Mr. Dunn. Courtney called and told me you were coming so I was looking out for you over two hours ago. What happened?”

“Traffic backed up on the road, Mrs. Kitson.”

She peered into the vehicle. “And this is the nice lady who going to do the interview?”

Derrick nodded. “Yes, this is Summer Jones.”

“Welcome to Linstead, mam,” she said, smiling, and took the hand that Summer stretched out to her in greeting.

Derrick and Summer came out of the vehicle and walked with her up the pathway to the little blue house.

“I was planning to prepare breakfast but when it get so late and I don’t see you I change me plan.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “I was jus’ aroun’ the back trying to catch the chicken but it give me quite a chase, you see.”

“Why were you chasing a chicken?” Summer asked, confused.

“For the lunch.” Mrs. Kitson looked at her as if she should have known.

“But you can’t kill a chicken now.”

“Why not? You don’t eat chicken?” She looked perplexed, then nodded as if in realization. “Oh, you are vegetarian.”

“No,” Summer said, feeling a little stupid. “It’s just-”

“Good.” The woman cut in. “You too skinny to be vegetarian; you need some meat on you bones. Come on to the back with me. Let’s get a nice, big one and I’ll cook a sweet lunch for you.”

Before Summer could say another word Mrs. Kitson grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off to the back of the yard with Derrick in tow. As they walked the woman kept up a constant chatter. “I tell the little boy from next door to catch one for me, you know, but him been running around the yard and not catching a thing, not even fly. Anyway, make we see what him up to.”

They walked along the dirt path to the back of the house just in time to see a small boy, no older than eleven years old, holding a chicken down on the ground with a metal basin covering its body, its head and neck exposed. The chicken was flapping violently under the basin and squawking wildly.

He had a large knife in his hand and was just about to swing it down onto the bird’s neck when Summer screamed.

“Stop!. Leave the chicken alone!”

The boy stopped, his eyes wide, then got up from his knees and backed away. Summer ran towards him knowing she must have looked like a mad woman, but she didn’t care. She grabbed the basin off the chicken. It flapped wildly and flew off into the bushes.

“But what you doing?” the woman exclaimed, indignant. “That was your lunch.”

“It’s okay,” Summer said, panting. “I don’t need any lunch. I’m fine. Just leave the chicken alone. Please.”

“Well,” the woman threw up her hands in frustration, “if that’s what you want. But I don’t see how can come into my house and I don’t give you something to eat. The only other thing I can offer you is some soup.”

“Yes,” Summer said, relieved. “Soup would be fine.”

“Alright.” She turned to the boy. “Orville, go light the fire under the pot with the goathead soup. Quick, quick.” She turned to Summer. “It won’t take long. Just ten minutes to heat it up.”

“Goathead…soup?” Summer asked, feeling her stomach go queasy. “Ah, thank you, but it’s okay. I’m really not hungry.”

“Not even a little of the soup?” The woman almost looked offended.

“Mrs. Kitson, I thank you so much for your offer,” Summer said quickly in an effort to appease her, “but I’m fine.”

“Alright, mam,” she sighed. “You are a strange one to come to somebody’s house and want to go away on an empty stomach but, if that is what you want…” She put her hands up as if in resignation.

Derrick smiled and put his arm around the woman’s shoulders.

“Mrs. Kitson, it’s okay. We’re in a hurry right now, but next time we pass through we’ll stop and eat. Promise.”

About the author: Judy Powell is a writer and marketing consultant living in Ontario, Canada. Her first romance novel, Hot Summer, placed second in the Toronto Romance Writers Contemporary Romance Competition. She has two additional romance novels in stores: Hot Chocolat, which is the sequel to Hot Summer and Some Like It Hot, her sensual romance. An excerpt from Judy's first novel, Hot Summer, is featured in Canadian Voices – An Anthology of Prose and Poetry by Emerging Canadian Writers.

Judy loves to learn, and has Master’s degrees in Spanish, Marketing, Literature, and Creative Writing and a BA in International Business/Foreign Languages. She loves to travel, and has lived and worked in various countries including France, Puerto Rico, the USA, Canada and Jamaica. She has also travelled extensively throughout the Caribbean and Latin America. International cultures are always featured in her work.

Judy shares information on her books and learning resources at www.judypowell.com

We thank Judy Powell and Bewitching Book Tours.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for having me. Happy holidays to you and your readers!