Blog Tour: Delicious Complication by Sabrina Sol
Delicious Complication by Sabrina Sol Publication Date: September 28, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis: A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...Temptation is a dish best served hot... Event planner Daisy Robles can't remember a time when celebrity restaurateur and celebrated playboy Brandon Montoya didn't make her nuts. His infuriating arrogance, his hotness...his undeniable sexual energy. One night and whole lot of expensive tequila later, Daisy's self-control is AWOL. And Brandon's making her crazy in all the right ways. When their tequila-fueled make-out session hits the tabloids, Brandon is furious. At least until he realizes his "relationship" with Daisy is his chance to get his ill mother to Los Angeles for treatment. All he has to do is convince Daisy to be his pretend fiancée for two weeks... The deal? No sex and no falling in love. But all it takes is a little heat to find themselves in a deliciously compromising position...
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EXCERPTS- Delicious Complication by Sabrina Sol
Brandon noticed her still standing there and waved his hand. “Hello? I thought you were leaving?”
Daisy dropped her shoes and quickly slid her stool out of the way so she could reach to pull his hand down. That’s when Luis caught her eye and waved. “Great. Just great,” she muttered. “Now he knows I’m here.”
“Who knows?” Brandon moved as if to turn his head to see who Daisy was staring at.
“No. Don’t look.”
But it was too late. Brandon looked and then Luis awkwardly waved at him, too. He whispered something in Ginger’s ear and she nodded. Daisy watched as her ex called the waitress over. Her stomach sank. They were going to come over for a chat. She knew it. It had been awful enough to have to fake a smile every time she ran into them during the reception. But now, with a few tequila shots in her, Daisy doubted she could playact one more time. She was fired up from the last rumble with Brandon, in more ways than one. There was no telling what she’d do if that witch waved her gaudy ring in front of her again. It would be bad for her to make a scene, or worse, get thrown out for making a scene. How could she hope to plan another wedding at the hotel if the owners had a restraining order against her?
She needed a buffer. Something or someone to make sure that she didn’t make a complete ass of herself.
That’s when the most ridiculous idea popped into Daisy’s head. So ridiculous she had to cover her mouth to stifle the giggle threatening to erupt. The man was dealing with the news that his mom had cancer. He’d probably never go for it. But as she watched Luis pay his tab, her ridiculous idea started sounding better and better.
“Kiss me,” she blurted to Brandon as Luis and Ginger stood up from their table.
Brandon choked on the drink he’d just taken. “Excuse me?”
“Look, I hate being that girl but, screw it, I am. So kiss me.”
“You just said there wasn’t enough tequila in the world.”
“Yeah, well. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Kiss my lips. Now.”
“Desperate? Forget it. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to kiss you after you just insulted me.”
“Oh my God. Would you do something useful with that tongue of yours for once and kiss—”
Brandon pulled her toward him and kissed her—hard—and his mouth swallowed up the rest of her sentence. At first, she was too shocked to kiss him back. Her eyes had been focused on Luis and Ginger walking toward them. But as Brandon’s warm tongue pressed forward, seeking entry, she no longer saw anything or anyone. She opened to him and he released a low groan that weakened her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he pulled her further into his chest. Her heart thumped madly as the rest of her body hummed with desire.
Holy hell. She wanted Brandon. Bad.
The doors opened. A group of rowdy college kids—based on their licensed sweatshirts and baseball caps—fell inside. Drunk, every last one of them. Brandon moved again.
This time, he stepped behind her and pulled her with him against the back wall of the elevator.
“If you really don’t want this, tell me and I’ll get off on the next floor,” he whispered against her ear. “We’ll pretend none of this ever happened and go back to the way things were before you walked into the bar tonight. Tell me you don’t want this. Say the words.”
She stared at the floor numbers as they ticked away on the display screen above the elevator doors. Time was running out.
Tell him Daisy. Say it before things go to far.
The elevator lurched and she stumbled backward until her ass grazed his upper thigh. The hard bulge in his pants jerked against her, and she knew at that moment she didn’t want to fight this anymore. His arousal and need thrilled her, filled her with a sense of power she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe she wasn’t good enough to impress one of his famous friends, but she was sure as hell good enough to make him lose control. So what if it was only one night? She’d make sure it was one night he’d never forget.
This time, Daisy pushed herself further into him on purpose. Her breath hitched as his right arm reached around and his fingers slightly brushed the side of her breast before encircling her waist.
She clamped her lips tight before a sigh escaped. The doors opened again and the group of drunk college kids spilled out. The doors closed again but Daisy and Brandon didn’t move.
By floor number seven, his lips were on her neck and she fell into him more, if that was even possible. He moved his hands to both of her breasts, cupping and caressing them through her dress. By floor number eight, her hands were on the side of his thighs and she was purposefully grinding against his crotch.
Floor number nine. He’d had enough. With a grunt, he spun her around and found her mouth, open and waiting for his total consumption.
Floor number ten. He pulled her into the hallway, murmuring and asking her for her room number. She tried to gain perspective even as his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks. Taking his hand, she led him down past four or five rooms but before she could reach for the keycard in her purse, he pushed her body with his against the door and captured her mouth in another all-consuming kiss.
The clattering of glasses and plates from just a few feet away pulled her away from total surrender. She opened up her eyes just in time to see a hotel employee pushing a cart out of a nearby room. The stark realization of what she was doing and who she was doing it with was as sobering and shocking as a slap across the face.
Madre de dios. Brandon Montoya’s hand is on my ass.
While she hadn’t expected him to jump on her in the driveway, his continuing silence and physical distance made her wonder if he’d changed his mind. She stopped in the middle of the foyer after hearing the door close behind her. “So we should talk about what—”
He grabbed her left wrist and spun her around to face him. Then he grabbed her other wrist, making her drop her small clutch purse on the floor, and walked her backward until she was up against the front door, pinning her hands on each side of her head. “I think we’re done talking.”
He claimed her mouth in one long, brutal kiss, finally giving her the physical contact she’d been waiting for. She surrendered to him and their tongues dueled in a desperate dance to taste each other, feed on each other. Brandon moved his lips to her neck while his hands still pinned hers.
“God, I’ve thought about touching you like this for so long. So damn long.”
So had she. It wasn’t until he kissed her at the party that she’d realized just how long she’d been waiting. She was a starved woman who’d been tricking herself into thinking she wasn’t that hungry. His kiss blasted through any remnants of self-control, and she was ready to finally indulge in her cravings. “I want you, Brandon,” she confessed.
He lifted his head to look at her. “And I want you, Daisy. Necesito. You know that. I’m ready to take you, but I need to know for sure. I need to know you’re ready for this. Because if you’re not, I’ll let you go right now.”
The thought of Brandon not touching her again was inconceivable. She met his darkened eyes. “I’m sure. Make me yours, once and for all.”
It was the permission he needed. He let go of her wrists and encircled her with his arms. She threw hers around his neck and pulled him down for another consuming kiss. He groaned and it thrilled her to know that she had caused him to do that. Their passion became a hurricane of heated energy, and she was swept up in its vortex, hurtling toward a place of raw sexual need that she’d never experienced before. If this is what it meant to become lost in another person, then she didn’t want to ever be found.
“I’m going to go crazy if I don’t touch you, Daisy. Dejame tocarte.”
“Yes…touch me, please.”
Brandon dropped to his knees and lifted the hem of her cocktail dress, pushing it up around her waist. “Careful,” she whispered. “The dress is rented. I have to send it back tomorrow.”
He hooked a finger under the waistband of her black thong. “Is this rented too?”
In one swift move, he ripped the flimsy material off her body and spread her lips open.
Part of him wanted to ask if he could take another kiss as repayment. It surprised him just how much he still savored the first one. Not just because it was so hot, but because for those few seconds against her lips, all worry about his mama was pushed to the back of his mind. He’d become lost in the taste and feel of her, and he desperately needed to get lost all over again. That was why he hadn’t gone home right away after the reception. Brandon had walked into that hotel bar looking for some sort of remedy for his pain, something to help him forget about what he’d have to deal with tomorrow and in the coming weeks. The tequila mixed with some Daisy could be the potent antidote he was looking for.
He reached for the bottle of tequila but she grabbed it before he could and examined the label. “Damn. This must’ve cost you a pretty penny.”
He shrugged. “Some things in life are worth it.”
“Sure. Things like food and a house or a car. Only a rich person could justify spending a small fortune on a bottle of alcohol that, based on the amount of shots we’ve done so far, isn’t even going to last one night.”
“Why must you always over-analyze things?”
He saw her bristle at his accusation. “I’m not. All I’m saying is that money can’t buy you happiness.”
“Sure it can. Money bought me this bottle of tequila which is making me very happy.”
She studied him for a second before shaking her head. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”
“And you’re killing my buzz. God, Daisy, for once in your life can you not worry about how much something costs or why someone is offering it to you? Can’t you just drink and enjoy?”
Man, she was getting under his skin tonight. In more ways than one. He could blame the tequila and the rotten news he’d received. Although the truth was, the woman knew how to push his buttons. When she wasn’t making him crazy hot, she was making him crazy. Especially when she criticized his lifestyle. He worked his ass off to get the things he had. So what if he liked to indulge now and then? Who was she to judge him?
He expected her to either argue with him again or get up and leave. So he was surprised when she did neither.
“Fine,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll sit here and enjoy your expensive tequila. Although I think it would be ten times better with some salt and limes.”
“Aye Daisy, this isn’t some race where the goal is to drink as much as you can as fast as you can. No, you need to take your time with this tequila. It deserves to be savored and tasted thoroughly.”
As if she wanted to taste it again, she licked her lips. The memory of those lips against his made him shift in his seat. Brandon snuck another look at the way her tanned cleavage strained against the fabric of her pale-colored dress, and the way wisps of her dark hair framed her smooth neck. He couldn’t deny the very hard effect she was having on his body. He wanted her. Correction. He needed her.
Because anything that made him forget about his trip to Puerto Rico the next day—even if only for a few hours—was a welcomed distraction. He needed Daisy Robles naked and underneath him as soon as possible.
Easier said than done, of course. He’d already pissed her off once tonight. If he had any chance of convincing her that she, too, wanted to be naked and underneath him, then he had to play nice.
Nice now. Naughty later.