Exclusive excerpt: Crazy Over You by Daisy Prescott

Coming next week is Daisy Prescott’s new second-chance romance, Crazy Over You. I love Daisy’s feel-good romantic comedies and so excited to give you a sneak peek at this second standalone installment in the Love With Altitude series.

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About Crazy Over You

My savior isn’t prince charming.

I’m not that lucky.

He’s my worst nightmare.

He’s my one-night stand from two years ago.

And he doesn’t remember me.

What happens on vacation doesn’t always stay on vacation. Especially in a place like Aspen. I moved to the mountains for my dream vet job. I never expected to run into the man of my dreams. Again.

I never thought I’d see her again.

My Cinderella didn’t leave me a shoe to find her.

Not that I’d need random footwear to recognize her.

Her kiss is something I’ll never forget.

Work hard. Play hard. I’m paid to be a nice guy on the slopes, but what I do in my off time isn’t always about making good choices. That’s the fun of living in a ski town. I stay while the women come and go.

Excerpt

“I was okay until the top of this run. I survived the road of certain extinction with rocks on one side and death on the other. Figured I was safe. Then I hit the top of this section and too much adrenaline hit me. I shouldn’t be here. I’m not this kind of girl.”

His shoulders lift with amusement. “Not what kind of girl?”

The kind of girl who would notice the drop in his voice and how the words come out sounding less like a question and more like hopeful lust. I wonder if women create fake reasons all day long to meet cute ski patrol on the mountain. How far would some women go?

All the way. They’d go all the way.

They’d do whatever it takes to meet a cute guy.

“No, not that kind of girl. I should’ve stayed with the blue runs. I’m comfortable with blue. Blue is a great color. The sky, the ocean. They’re both blue. And water. Like snow.”

His shoulders shake. “Thanks for the science lesson.”

“Stop laughing at me. I could’ve died.”

“Not on my watch. I haven’t lost a skier yet. I woke up in a good mood this morning, so I know today’s not the day to have that record broken by a beautiful woman who likes to take risks.”

My cheeks heat, but I let his compliment slip away without commenting. Is this all part of the snow bunny and skier dance? Or is he distracting me with praise?

It’s working.

“I don’t suppose there’s a way off this side of the mountain that doesn’t involve the words black or diamond?”

“Sadly, only one. Do you need the toboggan?”

Oh, hell no.

I duck my chin. I can feel the giant pom-pom on my hat droop forward. “Maybe.”

“I have another solution.”

“Does it involve further humiliation?”

“No, of course not. I can ski you down to the lift. You’ll have to go back up to get to the village, but you’ll have your choice of green and blue runs down to Fanny Hill. Or I can call for the toboggan …” His words trail off as he grabs the radio strapped to his chest.

Images of him skiing with me in his arms flash through my mind. “You’d carry me?”

He releases a surprised chuckle. “I would if necessary, but I’m thinking you’ll ski down with my help.”

The picture of him lifting me into his arms as if I weigh nothing and the two of us swooping off into the distance fades.

“How?” I peek at his profile.

“I’ll ski and you’ll hold onto my pole.”

Mara, do not make this dirty.

He shifts to stand and holds out his hand. “Think you can manage that?”

“You want me to trust you with my life?” I eye his glove, but don’t reach for it.

“I do. I’m more than qualified.” He points a gloved hand to the cross emblem on his sleeve. “See? Want a list of my credentials?”

I remain sitting. “Shouldn’t you have a St. Bernard with a barrel of whiskey around its neck to revive me?”

“First of all, my dog’s a Norwegian duck tolling retriever mix, and Fern’s too young to drink. Second, St. Bernards carry brandy.”

“Get a lot of ducks up here needing rescuing?”

“Only chicks.” He fights a grin and a dimple of suppression reveals itself on his left cheek. Dimples are the sprinkles on top of chocolate cake, and his reminds me of someone.

I narrow my eyes at his bad, and pretty sexist pun. Since he literally holds my life in his hands, I decide to stick to the safe subject of canines.

“You have a work dog? Like an avalanche dog?” I accept his hand to be lifted up.

“Not like. Is. Hardest working member of ski patrol.” He lets go of my hand to position my skis.

“I don’t suppose you have a flask in your backpack?” I gesture at the black bag I’m pretty sure is filled with first aid supplies.

He shakes his head. “Not even a thermos of cocoa.”

I finally meet his kind eyes. The irises are a surprising light, warm caramel brown with darker brown near the edge. They remind me of crème brûlée. Chocolate cake might be my favorite, but I wouldn’t kick a nice crème brûlée out of bed.

His eyes are also vaguely familiar.

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Exclusive Excerpt: Next to You by Daisy Prescott

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Next to You by Daisy Prescott is out today! It’s a standalone romantic comedy about a rugby player and an heiress in Aspen and I’m so excited to share with you a never-before-seen excerpt to whet your appetite!

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Synopsis

“If you want to date me, all you need to do is say the word. I’d never let you go.”

I added Sage to my rugby club’s annual list of women who are off limits thinking I could protect her from the gorillas I play with. Aspen’s a small town in the off season when the dating pool shrinks to the size of a melted snowflake. Never did I think I’d be the one to break the code and date her.

Even if it’s all for show. A wager between friends. An excuse to hang out with her more.

Nothing more than that.

Right?

***

Who agrees to date their best friend over a green smoothie? Apparently this girl right here.

Now the man-bun-sporting South African rugby god next door is my fake boyfriend. I need to rebuild my confidence after some poor dating decisions. Who could be better to fluff my ego than Aspen’s hottest bachelor?

This situation is a win-win.

Right?

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Now tell me about this soft core porno you’ve been watching while I’ve innocently napped like a babe beside you.”

It’s not porn! You really must think I’m a pervert with all of your porn references tonight.”

When I opened my eyes, there were naked people on screen having sex. I might have missed the beginning, but as far as I could see, none of the important bits were shown. Therefore, not full on porn, but soft core. Like on French television.”

It’s a drama about time travel and eighteenth century Scotland.”

Ah.”

What?”

Gotcha. It’s intellectual. My apologies.” He puts a big chunk of meat into his mouth and chews while watching me.

You might enjoy it. Lots of naked breasts. Plus all the guy stuff.”

Aren’t naked breasts guy stuff?”

You know what I mean. Wars, fights, swords, espionage, and naked breasts.”

It sounds like James Bond in kilts.”

Better.”

Maybe I should watch from the beginning.”

I nod. “We can start tonight if you’re awake enough for it.”

He fiddles with the remote and brings up the on demand feature. “Ready?”

I fluff his two lonely throw pillows and make myself comfortable on the other end of the sofa. “Do you need anything?”

I’m good.”

I’ve read all the books and seen the show repeatedly. I’m a little obsessed and can probably recite chunks of dialogue verbatim at this point.

Stan tosses half of the throw blanket over my legs. 

I can feel his body warmth a few feet away. “This is better than Netflix and Chill.”

We should have our own tagline. Stew and Stare? Soup and Kilts?”

Those are both terrible.” I laugh at the idea of stew being part of a casual hookup.

Demand and slurp?” He winks.

Gross! Sounds like a bad date asking for a blow job.”

His easy smile fades. “Has that happened to you before? A date demanding oral sex?”

I give him a sidelong glance, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Um, all guys?”

His head jerks back. “All guys do not do that. I’ve never done that.”

Probably because you don’t have to. Women willingly and speedily offer to pleasure you all the time. Which is fine. I’m not judging your opportunities.” I so am. “But in the real world where the rest of us live, most women don’t drop to their knees and open their mouths with one look. Those women are often being paid for their enthusiasm.”

I’ve never asked, forced, or paid a woman to do anything she’s not keen to do. Ever.” His brows are lowered in a serious expression. I swear his eyes are a darker shade of pale, too. “Perhaps you’ve always dated terrible men.”

Neither of us say Logan’s name again.

No need to repeat the conversation.

It’s different for us regular people.”

Define regular?” 

I sweep my hand down my body. “Normal.”

He leans over and tugs a strand of my hair. “There is nothing regular or normal about you, my pink-haired flower.”

My hair’s not the only thing pink now. My cheeks flush from his words or his proximity. Maybe both.

I point at the TV. “Focus on the wonder of Outlander, Mr. Sweet Talker.”

I wonder how I’d look in a kilt.”

I’m never going to survive with an image of him wearing a kilt, and only a kilt, in my head. 

Terrible. Obviously, you have weak ankles.”

You’ve found my one weakness.” 

I take solace in your imperfections. Now pay attention. This part’s important.”

He’s snoring again by the middle of the second episode. I finish and quietly clean up without waking him before going home.

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Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway: We Were Here by Daisy Prescott

We Were Here

Daisy Prescott has a new standalone romance and if you love the 90s like I do, it’s a book that shouldn’t be missed!!! I’m thrilled to share an excerpt with you from We Were Here, which is now available! Make sure you scroll down to the bottom to enter to win a signed copy and an Amazon gift card!

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Synopsis

In the 90s …

texting involved paper and a pen …

our selfies were Polaroids …

our favorite music was on mix tapes.

Sex was dangerous, music was raw, and falling in love felt nostalgic.

We were friends and lovers.

We thought we knew everything.

We knew nothing.

We were here.

This is the story of seven college friends, falling in and out of love, and discovering who they are. Set in the early 1990s, a time before the internet, social media, and smart phones, We Were Here is the prequel to Geoducks Are For Lovers. 

Excerpt

“We were freshmen when we agreed to be filmed every year for his documentary. I was barely eighteen and hadn’t voted in a presidential election yet. I believe that means I wasn’t an adult, and therefore incapable of giving consent.” Maggie picks at her salad.

“Come on, guys, think of how fun this will be. Our lives and friendships captured on VHS for eternity. Owen could become the next Spielberg and we’ll all end up in the Smithsonian.” Quinn’s blue eyes dance with dreams of fame and notoriety.

“What’s going to be fun?” Gil sits down at the far end of the table. Maggie’s glance flicks over to him for a second, then returns to her salad plate.

“Owen’s documentary is showing tonight,” Jo explains.

“The one we started as freshmen?” Gil shakes his head. “No way. Lived it. Don’t need to watch it.”

“Really?” Maggie focuses her attention on him.

“Don’t you remember my glasses?” He draws large circles around his eyes.

“Didn’t you have a mullet, too?” Selah runs her hand over his dark shoulder-length hair. He’s the poster boy for grunge music in his thrift store cardigan and faded Levis. Today’s shirt is one of those old golf shirts with the little penguin over his heart. I remember my dad wearing them.

He leans away to escape her petting. “It was an awkward period all around. You try growing out your hair and not have a mullet at some point.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re all going. We’re almost done with college. The time for nostalgia and reminiscing is upon us. These are the days …” Quinn sings the last sentence, and we all groan.

“I’ll go.” Ben finally joins the conversation. “We all should go. Quinn’s right. It’s the end of an era. We’ll never be this young and stupid again. We might as well enjoy it while we can.”

“Ben speaks.” Quinn pats him on the back. “Okay, we’ll meet outside the theater at seven-thirty sharp.”

“The documentary doesn’t start until eight.” Selah pulls the invitation out of her satchel and points at the time.

“I know, dear, but some of us are always late.” He nods toward Maggie.

Maggie glares at him. “I’m not always late.”

“Okay, Caterpillar.”

“You mean the White Rabbit. Quit mixing your metaphors.” Selah corrects him.

I smile at the use of her nickname from our first year.

It’s highly probable I might be the only one looking forward to seeing our friendships and lives as they evolved over the past four years. The same good-hearted bickering that’s seen us through countless dramas, failed love affairs, growing pains, and endless nights talking continues around the table.

With graduation a few weeks away, I’m trying to capture every moment and save them away for later. Who knows where our lives will take us or what fate has in store for us in the future. I want to stay in the present for as long as possible.

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Review: Missionary Position by Daisy Prescott

My Thoughts

A thoroughly entertaining romance packed with effortless humor, captivating banter and a whole lot of Dutch sexiness!

4stars

Synopsis

missionary position coverSex? Absolutely.
Love? Not my thing.
I didn’t do love or butterflies, but I loved him.
I was screwed, and not in a good way.

Selah Elmore is a smart, independent woman who knows exactly who she is and what she wants. She loves her life being a professor and popular pirate erotica author. However, when she leaves the Pacific Northwest to spend six months studying sculpture in West Africa, she learns she doesn’t know a thing about love.

Cocky, suit-wearing Gerhard charms her during a stopover in Amsterdam, but dashing, adventurous Kai sweeps her off her feet in Ghana.

Sparks fly on three continents when perpetually single Selah discovers there’s more to love and life than she ever imagined.

My Review

“I wouldn’t go quietly into middle age.”

I knew Selah’s story would be a bolder, wittier tale as compared to the rest of this endearing group of friends, and I was right. It was funny and super sexy, captivating me from the very beginning with Selah’s uniquely sassy wit. Selah isn’t a fan of warm and fuzzies, she is, however, a big fan of sex. She owns her sexuality, and now in her 40s knows exactly what makes her happy in and out of bed. She’s smart and independent, loving her life, her job and her obsession with pirate smut. Her story is one of finding love with whom she least expects, finding happiness in the “normal” and finding that there’s so much more in life than what she originally thought. Selah was a person that thought she had it all figured out, knew what made her happy and was feeling fulfilled with the course of her life… but everything changed when she met a charming Dutchman in a suit.

“Gerhard Hendriks was a Dutch enigma, much like the Flying Dutchman.”

When Selah’s research takes her abroad for a brief stay in Amsterdam, followed by a six month trip to Ghana, she expected the trip to be fun and insightful. At the airport, she meets a woman, Anita, who recommends she look up her brother, Gerhard while in Amsterdam. When she arrives, she decides to text him and set up a meet. Fate intervenes and she finds herself gawking at a tall, beautiful blond man clad in a fancy suit. So. Not. Her. Type. But as she gets to know him, tossing her sexually charged banter at him, she finds he can take it. He’s charming, humorous, intense, but easygoing as well. He’s also younger. Without expectations of anything, she’s ready to take on the Dutchman. Literally. After all, isn’t that the fun in traveling?!

“What was the point of traveling the world if it wouldn’t include international relations?”

Selah wasn’t looking for love despite all her friends falling into the throes of domesticity and romance. She was happy for them, but it wasn’t for her. But spending time with Gerhard, who was actually fun, affable and rather mysterious, was something she began to want. She wanted to hang out. Wanted to be around him. Frankly, she just plain wanted him. In every way. And being so enamored by a man even in this way wasn’t something she was used to.

“I typically wasn’t this woman — the woman who waited for the man to pursue. If I wanted someone, I had them.”

Knowing their time together was limited, she threw caution to the wind and decided to go with it.  There’s so much she still didn’t know about Gerhard, but somehow despite their differences, they fell into an easy togetherness. Selah had always separated love and sex, and she promised herself she would enjoy the scorching hot passion that this gorgeous man had to offer.

“We had a week. Maybe a month. I wouldn’t waste time thinking about what everything meant or the future. We had now. Carpe vir! Seize the man!”

Gerhard, on the other hand, was smitten by Selah. She was so different than anyone he’d ever known. She said what’s on her mind. She was funny. Smart. Everything with Selah was unexpected and he couldn’t seem to stay away. Their story is one that entwines in a way they didn’t anticipate. Selah certainly never thought she would fall in love. They both have issues they need to work through to understand what has blossomed between them and how and if they would be able to transform their short-term escapade into a long-term thing they could make work. With the clock ticking away until they went their separate ways, Selah needed to come to terms with what she wanted. Could she let him go? Could she really be that person that needed a man… this man… to make her as happy as she had been lately?

“Falling in love was the last thing I expected to happen. Kai was the last person I expected to fall for. But I had. Somewhere and sometime over the past weeks, I’d fallen. hard. Those butterflies schoolgirls had in their stomachs took up residence in mine. It was silly. I didn’t do love. Or butterflies… I was screwed. And not in a good way.”

This latest standalone in the Geoducks series didn’t give me the same warmth I experienced in the first two books. It wouldn’t have fit with a story centered around a fiery character like Selah.  Their story is definitely a romance, but it’s a sexier one which touts its own unique twists, imparted with its own unique style. Their coupling is first fueled by desire, and then gradually, unexpectedly, these two people fall for each other. Their relationship is full of adventure, banter, humor. Before Selah truly realized it, being with Gerhard showed her there was so much more to what she thought was certainly not for her. I loved the way Selah owned who she was and was not afraid to speak directly about what she wanted. Ultimately, she did undergo a transformation, learning that sometimes the very things she rejected (and feared) could bring her life-altering happiness, while still staying true to who she was. Daisy Prescott delivers a fast-paced story full of vivid travel, sassy wit and a whole lot of sexy… I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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