Please all welcome Chanta Rand to the blog! She’s here to promote her latest release, Resisting Cupid!
What do you do for fun?
Collect comic books and attend Comic Cons. Right now, I’m collecting all the Walking Dead comics. I’ve met most of the cast, too. What can I say? I’m sick!
When is your favorite time of the day to make love?
My favorite time is anytime, all the time. I’m waiting on my hubby to come home right now so we can have “funch”. Use your imagination.
What are your pet peeves?
Slow drivers. I’m a speed demon, I readily admit it. I think the speed limit should be changed to 85 on all highways.
What are your favorite types of movies to watch?
Historicals and epic movies involving fantasy, mythology, and dystopian. Think Roots, Odysseus, Maze Runner, and Hunger Games.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
In Oprah’s guesthouse (rent-free). I think I could have a pretty cush life there.
Are you a good wife? Explain why or why not.
I try to be a good wife. I know I’m high-maintenance. My husband says I have a Master’s Degree in Complaining. But I tell him complaints are opportunities. If I don’t complain, that means I don’t care. LOL!
What is your favorite body part on a man?
Seriously, do you have to ask? And yes, size does matter.
Tell me your favorite pick up line, and did it work on you or for you?
Before I was married to my wonderful husband, a guy came up to me at a club and said, “I wrote my number down for you.” I looked at him like he was crazy. Then, he showed me the piece of paper and it had the number 0 written on it. He said he figured he had 0 chance of getting with a woman like me. I thought that was so cute. We didn’t end up going out because I had a boyfriend at the time, but I liked his line.
Finish this sentence: You gotta love a man who…Cooks. I hate cooking, so a man who can throw down in the kitchen is a keeper! And I’m happy to wash dishes afterward.
If your life were a movie, what would it be rated (G, PG, PG-13, R, NC-17)?
Hmm. It’s a toss-up between NC17 and R. But it would have lots of cursing, lots of passion, and lots of excitement.
Kendra Michaels could care less about Valentine’s Day. In fact, she thinks it’s a sham of a holiday designed to make single women feel guilty about not having a man on February 14th. She feels her life is complete, working at her dream job at a travel agency. She’s independent, happy, and successful. Why on earth would she need a Valentine to spoil everything?
Mark Sullivan is Kendra’s boss. He’s been attracted to her for years, but never made a move because of her “no mixing business with pleasure” rule. With the agency in financial trouble, he has six weeks to come up with a Valentine’s Day strategy to increase sales and keep the agency from closing permanently. He immediately knows what he wants to do and who he wants to work closely with. His plan includes a trip to the Maldive Islands to show Kendra the true meaning of Valentine’s Day. The only question is will she open her eyes? Or will she be too busy resisting cupid?
Downtown Houston had a busy nightlife on weekends. Most clubs stayed open until two a.m. Francesca’s was a late night dinner club with a bar offering the finest top shelf liquor and signature crab cakes.
Mark nursed his chilled glass of Merlot. “You should try this.”
Kendra sat beside him at the bar, her long legs dangling from the barstool. “No thanks. I prefer sweet, white wine. “She sipped the Moscato she’d ordered. “I can see why you like this place,” she mused. “It has great ambiance.”
“I spoke with the owner earlier today. He’s convinced Francesca’s would be a perfect sponsor for Escape with Cupid. We could include a local getaway in the package offering dinner and drinks.”
She smiled. “As usual, you have everything planned down to the smallest detail.”
Not everything. No matter how much he planned, he hadn’t been able to get this close to Kendra in the three years he’d known her. He’d convinced her to ride to the bar in his car and he offered to drop her at her condo afterward. She looked good sitting on the smooth, peanut butter leather of his Mercedes. Each time he shifted gears on the stick shift, he had to fight the urge to stretch his fingers over to the passenger seat and stroke the sexy knee that peeped beneath her skirt.
“So, tell me about your Valentine’s Day hang-up. Why do you hate it?” he asked.
She shrugged. The light from the overhead chandelier cast prisms on her silken blouse. “I don’t hate it. But I do believe it makes single women feel bad. Every year, for practically a month leading up to February fourteenth, they’re bombarded with these images of couples celebrating. It makes them feel inadequate because they have no man.”
“Do you feel inadequate?”
“No. But I have a lot of self-confidence.”
“I can see why.” She glanced sideways at him, a smirk hovering near her full lips. He clarified. “What I meant was you’re smart and you take care of business. You’re the best at what you do. And you look good doing it.”
“Coming from a man who’s always dressed to the nines, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He grinned. “So, you’ve been sneaking peeks at my wardrobe, huh?”
When she laughed, it was contagious and he grinned even harder. His ego was buoyed by the fact that she’d been checking him out.
“Just because I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a sharp-dressed man,” she said.
He watched her drain her wine glass. The way her lips cradled the glass was erotic. He wondered what else those lips could do. The bartender, a busty blonde, refreshed Kendra’s drink without being told. “I think you’re being too hard on this holiday, Kendra. It’s not about guilt. Or suckering people into buying something. It’s about the thought that went into the gift. Valentine’s Day is merely a physical way for people to manifest their feelings for each other.”
“That was so smooth how you broke that down.”
He chuckled. “It’s easy to be smooth when you’re telling the truth.”
“Um hmm. Okay, your turn. Why are you so into this holiday? Just using it to pick up chicks?”
He swallowed a mouthful of Merlot. “I believe in romance.”
“You cannot be that cynical,” he declared.
She pursed her lips. “You don’t know me. Trust me when I say I’m jaded.”
He dragged his eyes from her glossed lips to her hazel eyes. Up close, he could see they were a mixture of green and tan, with flecks of chocolate thrown in. Beautiful. “I bet I know a lot more about you than you think.”
“I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.”
Mark signaled the bartender. “Two shot glasses and a bottle of Grey Goose, please.” He turned to Kendra. “You ask me a question. If I give the right answer, you’ll take a shot. If I’m wrong, I’ll take a shot.”
He filled their shot glasses with the top shelf vodka. “Question. Number. One,” he prompted, slowly drawing the words out and building anticipation.
Kendra playfully rolled her eyes at his dramatics. “What makes me laugh?”
“I rarely see you laugh, so my first inclination would be to say nothing makes you laugh.”
He squeezed her hand as it sat atop the bar countertop. “Just kidding.”
Their eyes met and he saw the spark of interest in her irises. Had he imagined it? He’d like nothing more than to test the theory, but he had to tread lightly with Kendra. If he misread the signals, he’d end up looking like a fool.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
“I’m appreciating your beauty. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
She boldly gazed back, not bothering to hide the desire in her eyes. Yes, he was right. She was feeling it too! “I’m waiting,” she breathlessly entreated.
“And I’m ready and willing,” he answered.
She cracked a smile. “I’m waiting for you to answer my question. What makes me laugh?”
“Oh! I got the feeling we were talking about something else.” He’d only had one glass of wine, but he was drunk on the euphoria of sharing his evening with Kendra. Every time he looked at her, his body temperature rose a degree. Another twenty minutes with her and he’d be running a fever. Even now, the muscle between his legs stirred thinking about what he wanted to do to her luscious body. “I believe I can show you better than I can tell you what makes you laugh.”
He leaned over and tickled her where her blouse was neatly tucked into the belted waistband of her skirt.
She burst into a fit of giggles. “Stop!” she pled. “I’m ticklish.” She doubled over with laughter, catching the attention of a few men who threw envious stares his way.
Mark grinned. “That’ll teach you to doubt me again.”
Here’s the info on the giveaway!
Prize: A complimentary eBook copy of Resisting Cupid.Three eBooks to three winners.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to the RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: Tell me the most creative thing a man has done for you on Valentine’s Day.
Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on February 20th
Note: By participating in this contest, the winner has given permission to RNIC to share his/her name and email address with the person conducting the contest so they can forward the prize(s). Prizes open to U.S. entrants only.
About the Author
Chanta Jefferson Rand is an Emma Award winning Debut Author of the Year, a multi-published, best-selling author of sizzling-hot romance, and the former host of The Chanta Rand Show. An avid reader of all genres, she stepped onto the scene in 2010 with her first published historical romance, Pharaoh’s Desire.
Chanta is a history junkie, a Walking Dead fan, and a recovering shoe addict. She never met a stiletto she didn’t like! She’s making it her mission to warn consumers about the dangers of GMOs and high-fructose corn syrup.
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