About
the Book
Title:
I Don’t Date in December
Author:
Darcy Delaney
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Successful
Sydney-based consultant Blaise Lee is on the cusp of securing a
partnership and a coveted office with harbour views. But it comes at
a price.
It
means she can’t date in December. Any time she tries, work
interferes and men
drift away like the memory of a bad Christmas present.
When
Blaise is sent on a last minute business trip to Cairns in December,
she meets Jonty Lucca. Tall, dark hair, rippling muscles and a
smattering of stubble, Jonty is the sort of man she’d date in a
heartbeat—if it wasn’t December.
Army
Captain Jonty Lucca has just secured a dream job with the Australian
SAS. His itinerant army lifestyle has played havoc with his
relationships before, so he’s not looking for a girlfriend before
he posts out to Perth.
But
when he meets Blaise he falls under the spell of
L'incantesimo.
The enchantment. And
he’s not about to let Blaise walk out of his life, regardless of
her rule about not dating in December.
Author
Bio
Darcy loves history,
fabulous food and old movies. A fan of British home shows, Darcy
dreams of one day restoring a Georgian mansion, if she can pay
contractors to do all the hard work for her.
Links
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Book
Excerpt
I take the keys and
roll my case out across the pedestrian crossing, searching for the
black sports car Mel has booked for me. That girl has a dreadful
sense of humour. Black cars in this heat will be like ovens. But she
is forgiven when I see it. Sleek, shiny and tiny, it makes up totally
for the last minute nature of the trip.
Take that,
Simon,
I think as I open the car and pop my suitcase on the floor of the
front passenger side. I slide into the driver’s seat and open the
windows to let some heat escape, closing
my eyes as I inhale the smell of fresh leather, with a whiff of de
rigueur car scent. ‘Mmmm.’
I hear a
footfall outside, but I’m so engrossed in
soaking up the car that I give it little attention.
‘Suits you.’ A
gravelly male voice by my window makes me jump.
I turn, frowning so
hard I can feel a headache starting. But my desire to admonish
diminishes as my eyes caress the well-formed
biceps of a dark-haired
man with just the right amount of stubble –
two day’s worth by my estimation. And
hazel eyes, too. I love hazel eyes.
‘Thanks.’ I
raise my eyebrows and he smiles, revealing straight white teeth.
Another tick.
He opens the door of
the car beside me, and I crane my neck as he leans over to put his
case in the back seat. I can’t see what his butt looks like in his
jeans because it’s obscured by the bright blue door of the
hatchback. A girly hatchback. Seriously?
I wind down the
window and lean out as he closes the door. ‘Um, not sure I can say
the same about your car suiting you.’ I grin, and hope I haven’t
got any eggplant from the plane’s gourmet snack stuck in my teeth.
His mouth curves
slowly into a smile. Even with my sassing him, he doesn’t get
flustered. Another tick. I like a man who can engage in some verbal
sparring.
‘I like to feel
the curves as I drive.’ He glances at my cleavage before cocking
one eyebrow.
I shake my head and
laugh. Men are such simple creatures.
But unlike other
guys who ogle me, this one isn’t annoying.
In fact, I’m
starting to smoulder under that hazel-eyed
gaze.
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