A Recipe for a Great Romance–PSST! and a contest!

We’ve all read those romances that struck a chord. The ones that we remember forever. Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester. Even if you’re not a Twilight fan, you know the gist of Bella and Edward’s love story.

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So what makes these romances memorable? In Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre, the couples come from opposite stations in life. The men have money and the women have poor connections and relations. In Twilight, we have the tension of human and predator.

Opposites have been attracting each other since the beginning of time. But what if the two lovers aren’t opposites? What happens if they’re from the same side of the tracks and no one wants to drain the other of their blood? Well, the conflict shifts. Maybe they have varying views of the world. The male is hardened and the female too trusting. This type of conflict still makes for memorable romances. Have you ever seen the movie “You’ve Got Mail”? Joe Fox is a ruthless businessman while Kathleen Kelly is the girl next door who believes the best of everyone until they prove her wrong.

When writing a romance, I always consider these small points. In my latest release UNTOUCHED (book 2 of The Rough Boys series from Ellora’s Cave the heroine is struggling with a dark secret—her late husband embezzled funds from the company she now works for. Her boss falls for her hard, but the tension is amped up as her secret begins to surface and she tries to cover her actions and those of her late husband’s.

Read on for an excerpt from UNTOUCHED rated ADULT!
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Mason choked the engine of his chainsaw and adjusted it until it was purring. Much like Eva last night.

The vibrations of the saw ran up his arms and through his shoulders. He squinted up at the treetop, assessing it once more. Never could be too careful. Loggers died every year. Even those with a ton of experience like him had accidents.

He tried to shift his night with Eva from his mind so he could focus on bringing down this white oak. The top was heavy on the right side but he didn’t want it to fall that direction. If it did, it would take out a solid thirty-incher that could be cut in a second wave.

He wanted this particular tree to shoot the gap he’d cleared to the left, which meant some fancy saw work was needed.

The wind was nonexistent and the air still after his regular faller, Tommy Cook, had just felled a tree. Two hundred yards away, he was busy select cutting too.

Mason approached the tree and set his saw blade at an angle. The teeth cut through the thick bark and wood like a hot knife through butter. He pulled the blade back and dug in again, drawing the saw upward to cut a wedge from the trunk. Wood dust showered his arms and coated the backs of his gloves. It burned his nose and he sniffed deeply, loving the scents of the sap and the pull of exertion in his veins.

Using the point of his saw, he tapped the notch he’d cut. It dropped to the forest floor soundlessly, disappearing into the shallow drift of snow around the trunk. Circling the tree, Mason set his boots precisely, prepared to jump back in the event that the log kicked out.

Then, glancing around quickly to ensure no one was within distance of this tree, he set the blade at an angle on the backside of the cut. As the trunk was severed in two, it tipped. Cracking and popping noises sounded even through his hearing protection. He felt the smile of satisfaction spread across his face.

With a scream, the white oak plummeted, the top branches ripping through the limbs of other trees, brushing them in farewell. It slammed to earth with a resounding wallop.

A cheer went up from across the clear-cut. Mason looked up to find Tommy sending him a wave of camaraderie. He cut the power on his saw and thwacked his hands against his thigh to dislodge the sawdust from his gloves. The cracked brown leather gloves had been his father’s and one of the only things Mason had saved of the man’s personal possessions.

He’d found them on a high shelf in the entryway. Drawing them down, he’d brought them to his nose and inhaled the tang of leather and sawdust. Both scents he associated with his dad.

He set his saw on the fallen trunk and pulled off his glove. A shock tore through him as the sweet aroma of Eva’s arousal struck him. He’d spent all night loving her. Even this morning he’d fingered her to completion before allowing her to climb from his bed. Christ, he could hardly wait to get home to see if his sheets smelled of her.

He’d barely kept himself from begging her to stay longer. Returning her to Osborn’s house to pick up her little car had spurred that deep possessiveness in him again. Osborn had come outside to harass them about where they’d gone. Mason had put a stop to it, but not before Eva was as flushed as a Christmas rose.

He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. His balls clenched instantly at the scent of her he caught there. He’d promised to call her later tonight, but he felt like a goddamn teenager, dying to pick up the cell and call her now. Immediately.

What was she doing? Now that he knew she had a child to care for, he envisioned her in several different scenarios—the boy nestled on her lap as she read a story or seated on the floor building a block tower with him.

Why hadn’t he seen it before? She wore her motherhood like she displayed her femininity. She was always caring for people. Even hand-feeding Osborn a tartlet last night.

Mason wanted to jump in his truck and race to her house right now, and that scared the hell out of him. He’d never known such longing, even with his ex-wife. Eva and his ex were like heartwood and rotted wood though. One was strong and beautiful, something wood connoisseurs prized. Mason knew heartwood when he saw it.

Trouble was, he wasn’t going to stick around Salzburg Springs for long. He’d already contacted the company he’d left when his dad died a year ago and been told he always had a job with them. In fact, they wanted him as soon as possible. His roots weren’t firmly entrenched in western Pennsylvania, but they were plunging deeper after last night.

He mentally kicked himself. He never should have toyed with Eva. She deserved much more than a bachelor with a bent for rough play in bed.

Fires flared in him at the memory of her response to that heavy hand. She’d come unglued when he pinched her nipples so hard. And her skin had lifted to him when he tugged on her hair. How far could he push her?

Thanks for reading! Check out more of UNTOUCHED.

I’d love to hear from you. Leave a comment and one lucky person will win a copy of BLOWN DOWN–book 1 of The Rough Boys series!

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
http://www.empetrova.com

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21 thoughts on “A Recipe for a Great Romance–PSST! and a contest!

  1. Cherie Clark

    Love that the story has a thread of forestry in it. i am from New Zealand and we have a fairly large Forestry Industry. I even took a chainsaw course one year, I love power tools. Story sounds fabulous..

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    • There is a lot of forestry in my area too. While getting stuck behind a log truck on a hill isn’t any fun, I do love to think about the rugged men doing the work! Thanks for stopping by~

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  2. Wow!!! What a way to leave a girl hanging! That has me panting for more……..Thanks!

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  3. Linda

    I love the references and comparison between Eva and his ex as heartwood and rotted wood and how Mason could tell the difference.

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  4. “How could he push her so far?” Indeed. *breathless* You are such a tease! Love the nature thing. This sounds great!

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  5. I’ve always loved the guys who are tough and get their muscles through hard work. Loggers have definitely been at the top of my yummy guy list.
    I also love a romance that has some edginess and rough-and-tumble. 😉

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  6. Wow….what a tease…I want so much more….thank you 😉

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  7. Amanda

    Sounds great as usual, Em!

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  8. Pure goodness!!
    Can’t wait for me. Sounds fantastic!

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  9. Haha…
    See how excited I got???
    Maybe I should have said Me can’t wait for more 😉

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  10. Oh my gosh!! This sounds wonderful! I’ve been to the lumberjack competitions in the northern part of my state so I definitely will be reading this one!!

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  11. Hot stuff! Can’t wait to read more. Thanks for sharing! 🙂

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  12. Trix

    I always like the subtle differences between characters…makes the dynamic more interesting and unpredictable!

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  13. girlfromwva

    great excerpt! definitely will need to read more now based on it!!! whew…is it hot in here???

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  14. lisagk

    Beautiful cover. Thanks for the post and hot excerpt. lisagk(at)yahoo

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  15. Sounds like an awesome book! Looking forward to it.

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  16. Love the visuals that your excerpt conjured up in my mind. I wanted to keep reading to find out more.

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  17. Congrats to TISS81!!! You’re the winner of an e-book copy of BLOWN DOWN! Email me please at em(dot)petrova(at)live(dot)com to collect! Thanks for stopping by, friends~!

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