We are very excited to share the cover for Burn For You, by Marquita Valentine!
Title: Burn For You (Boys of the South #5)
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 21, 2014
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations
Hosted by: Wordsmith Publicity
Book Description:
Beau Montgomery is not the typical single dad for three reasons:</
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1. He’s rich and famous.
2. He needs a nanny, like yesterday.
3. He has no idea if eight month old, Mia, is actually his daughter.
Only, number three doesn’t matter to him at all, because he’s determined to give up everything to be
a standup dad, including racing, partying, and his very favorite vice, women. Until that is, he’s invited
to race at Monaco—a dream he’s always had. Now, all those things he’d sworn to give up are at his
fingertips, including the very inconveniently hot nanny, Landry Basnight, who’s travelling with him.</
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Landry Basnight is the typical college graduate for three reasons:
1. She’s broke and in debt up to her eyeballs.
2. She needs a job, like yesterday.
3. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life.
Only, number three is about to change, because she’s been hired by Beau Montgomery, son of NASCAR
Racing Royalty. Landry’s parents are big fans of the Montgomerys, while she couldn’t care less—all she
wants to do is make a dent in her student loan bill. However, that doesn’t stop her from falling in love
with her little charge, nor does it make it easier to resist Beau’s charms. In fact , she doesn’t
resist at all.
Lines are crossed and then forgotten as Beau and Landry grow closer, but when Beau’s ex-girlfriend,
the woman he’s loved since high school, and Mia’s mother shows up, everything starts to fall
apart for the new couple.
Will their love weather the storm, or will Beau abandon Landry for the family he’s always wanted?
** Burn For You can be read as a stand-alone**
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EXCERPT
Teaser #1
He immediately lets go of me and I wobble, falling forward and placing my hands on his chest.
It’s broad and warm under his shirt. My pinky finger inches out, close to where it could slide under
the placket of buttons and touch the bare skin underneath. Never in my life have I wanted to touch
someone so bad.
“You don’t have to ask for permission.” Then he bites his lip on one side and worries it, like it’s a
habit. This close I just can make out two small holes in his bottom lip. He has a piercing? “But it’s damn
sexy if you do.” His hands cover mine as if he’s going to push me away. But that doesn’t happen, not at
all.
Instead we lean into one another, like planets tilting toward a shared sun. Heat pools low, a sort of
slow burn that starts between my thighs and works it way up my stomach, sliding over my breasts and
further still until even my shoulders are tingling. It’s like he’s the one touching me. I want him to touch
me. I want him to follow the path of the heat he’s ignited, until we’re both hot and sweaty.
The scent of him drifts to me, all expensive cologne with an underlying of pure male.
“I… that is…” I lick my lips and his steel colored eyes follow the movement. His mouth is so close
now that if I were the type to just go for it, I would nibble on his lip like he’d just been doing.
Teaser #2
I give her a look. “Explain ‘not really’.”
She looks down at our hands instead of answering me. “Let go of me and I’ll be happy to.”
“Maybe I like holding your hand,” I reply, rubbing my thumb along her skin. That familiar feeling of
falling comes over me.
“What you like and what you should be doing are two very different things, Mr. Montgomery,” she
says, slipping her hand from my grasp. She crosses her arms in front of her and pins me with a glare.
The wind picks up, chasing a strand of wavy light, brown hair around her beautiful, angry face. I
tuck it behind her ear, like I did that night, unable to help myself, like the first time we met.
“What I want to do is criminal, Ms. Basnight,” I say softly.
She sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushing again. No act, far as I can tell. She’s all out of her
element. Satisfaction roars. She wanted me then at Kings, and she wants me now.
The knowledge sends a shot of pure lust straight to my cock.
Jesus, I’m in trouble.
He immediately lets go of me and I wobble, falling forward and placing my hands on his chest.
It’s broad and warm under his shirt. My pinky finger inches out, close to where it could slide under
the placket of buttons and touch the bare skin underneath. Never in my life have I wanted to touch
someone so bad.
“You don’t have to ask for permission.” Then he bites his lip on one side and worries it, like it’s a
habit. This close I just can make out two small holes in his bottom lip. He has a piercing? “But it’s damn
sexy if you do.” His hands cover mine as if he’s going to push me away. But that doesn’t happen, not at
all.
Instead we lean into one another, like planets tilting toward a shared sun. Heat pools low, a sort of
slow burn that starts between my thighs and works it way up my stomach, sliding over my breasts and
further still until even my shoulders are tingling. It’s like he’s the one touching me. I want him to touch
me. I want him to follow the path of the heat he’s ignited, until we’re both hot and sweaty.
The scent of him drifts to me, all expensive cologne with an underlying of pure male.
“I… that is…” I lick my lips and his steel colored eyes follow the movement. His mouth is so close
now that if I were the type to just go for it, I would nibble on his lip like he’d just been doing.
Teaser #2
I give her a look. “Explain ‘not really’.”
She looks down at our hands instead of answering me. “Let go of me and I’ll be happy to.”
“Maybe I like holding your hand,” I reply, rubbing my thumb along her skin. That familiar feeling of
falling comes over me.
“What you like and what you should be doing are two very different things, Mr. Montgomery,” she
says, slipping her hand from my grasp. She crosses her arms in front of her and pins me with a glare.
The wind picks up, chasing a strand of wavy light, brown hair around her beautiful, angry face. I
tuck it behind her ear, like I did that night, unable to help myself, like the first time we met.
“What I want to do is criminal, Ms. Basnight,” I say softly.
She sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushing again. No act, far as I can tell. She’s all out of her
element. Satisfaction roars. She wanted me then at Kings, and she wants me now.
The knowledge sends a shot of pure lust straight to my cock.
Jesus, I’m in trouble.
Book one
of the series, Live For You is currently on sale for $0.99.
About the author:
New York
Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy
heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland
Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South.Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn't work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.
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