Dear Reader—
I guess I’m partially to blame for the predicament that my
Brice found himself in. My name is Jancy Van Sant, and I’m Brice’s mother. See,
I’m the reason he doesn’t believe in love. Or that he thinks he doesn’t. But I ask you, how can a person not believe in
love? Love is beautiful and if done right, brings out the best in a person. But
that’s not what Brice has seen of love. After this father left me, Brice became
jaded about the fairer emotions. He felt that love--or rather the loss of
love--had changed me. All he could see was that afterwards I wasn’t the same.
Love’s fault? Not at all.
But then something incredible happened to Brice. He met with
a cup of blue shampoo. Now, I’m not exactly sure how Brice managed to drink
shampoo, but I can tell you, I would have given anything to be able to see his face
that day as the unsuspected love potion took hold. That was just the catalyst
he needed to get him to fall in love and get married--two things he said he’d
never do. Now, I know what you’re thinking, he didn’t remember much about his
own courtship, ah, but he got there.
See, Brice would have never made the step on his own. He
definitely needed something to lead him in that direction, and for that I thank
Suzanne Rose, unemployed chemistry teacher and creator of the shampoo. Love
Potion.
Suzanne’s a good girl, honest and sweet natured, even with
all of that fabulous red hair. And even though she might not be from Brice’s
social class, she certainly keeps my son on his toes. But a marriage is just
what Brice needs--even if it’s all a ruse--to show him that not all
relationships should be left behind. And that
he might
need to give love at chance after all.
Blurb—
Suzanne Rose never intended
for Brice Van Sant to drink a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo. And she
certainly didn’t expect an impromptu marriage proposal from the hunky CEO.
After an incredible wedding
night, Brice wakes unable to remember his bride’s name or why he proposed.
Too late they realize the
bright blue shampoo is responsible. Almost like...a love potion!
Brice doesn’t believe in
love. But as chief executive of the area’s largest pharmaceutical company, he
needs that formula. He strong-arms Suzanne into reproducing it for him,
demanding that she pretend they are happily married until it’s recovered.
As Suzanne struggles to
remember the shampoo’s ingredients and forget their perfect wedding night, she
finds herself falling for her husband. Can she convince Brice that love is a
chance worth taking before she loses her heart to him forever?
Excerpt—
She smiled, and Brice felt the warmth
go straight through him. She had a home-town, girl-next-door look that somehow
made a man forget things he was better off remembering. Like the promises Brice
had made to himself when his father left. Like the fact that if he made love to
Suzanne again it would be disastrous for everyone involved.
Let her go,
his internal voice commanded.
Brice’s legs started to move, his
feet taking step after step until he reached her side.
“I had fun,” she replied.
Tell her goodnight. And walk away.
“You’re a natural,” he said instead.
“You should play more often.”
“Maybe I will.”
He could see questions in her eyes,
questions he didn’t want to answer.
Without permission from his brain,
his hand reached up and loosened the towel covering her hair. Damp,
copper-colored curls, sprang free from their confinement and bounced across his
fingers. “Maybe you will,” he repeated.
Turn away. And whatever you do, don’t kiss her.
“Tell me to stop,” Brice demanded in
a husky whisper as his head lowered closer and closer toward her luscious
mouth. “Tell me.”
“I can’t,” she said and raised her
lips to meet his.
Brice could no more prevent the kiss
than he could re-route the sun. The caress was destiny or fate or serendipity.
Kismet. It was out of his control. Never before had anything taken such
complete command of his mind and body. Nothing except for a cup of blue shampoo
and its redheaded maker who haunted his every waking moment.
Author Bio—
Amie loves
nothing more than a good book. Except
for her family…and maybe homemade tacos…and shoes. But reading and writing are definitely high
on the list.
Fun and
contemporary, whimsical and sexy Amie’s novels are true love stories with a
guaranteed happy ending.
Born and bred
in Mississippi, Amie is a transplanted
Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma
with her deputy husband, their genius son, a spoiled cat, and one very hyper beagle.
When she's not
creating quirky characters and happy endings, she’s chauffeuring her prodigy
to little league baseball games, guitar
lessons, and boy scout meetings. She also loves gardening, cross stitching, and
generally anything that can get her out of housework.
