Monday, October 12, 2015
A Love Called Simon by Sandi Lynn Excerpt Blog Tour
A LOVE CALLED SIMON - BLURB:
No more men.
No more rich men.
That was what I vowed when I left New York and moved to Seattle until I met Simon Young, CEO of Young International, one of the largest luxury hotel chains in the world. He desired me and I let him. I was fully aware of his love for women and his hatred for relationships but I decided to play his game. I had a void that needed to be fulfilled and Simon Young was the man who could do it. Entering into a physical relationship only was the plan. No strings and no emotions allowed. But plans are made to be changed and rules are meant to be broken. We grew closer and I was falling in love, but Simon had a secret. A secret that would destroy everything. He was about to lose me and I was willing to walk away.
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Sandi Lynn, A New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, spends her days writing full-time to provide her readers romance novels that will whisk them away to another world. She has a severe coffee addiction and can usually be found hanging out at the local Starbucks with her laptop, sipping lattes, and writing her books.
A LOVE CALLED SIMON by Sandi Lynn
I moved out of the way as the hot gentleman took down my bag. “Get what you need and I’ll put it back up for you.”
“Thank you.” I softly smiled while the feeling of belittlement and embarrassment coursed through my veins.
I unzipped the front pocket and pulled out my Kindle. He picked up my bag and put it back in the overhead with ease.
“Thank you again,” I said quietly as I took my seat.
“Hey, man. Thanks for helping out. She does some stupid things sometimes,” Brendon said.
The man didn’t look at him. He looked at me and quietly spoke, “You’re welcome,” and then proceeded to give Brendon a dirty look.
I turned on my Kindle and flipped to a page in a book I had started reading by the pool in Vegas. I couldn’t concentrate on the words that sat on the page. The only thing on my mind was the hot guy sitting in the aisle seat across from me. The way he wore his sandy brown hair was the exact way I’d wish Brendon would wear his. His piercing blue eyes caught my attention the minute I looked over at him, as well as his perfected five o’clock shadow, which graced his beautiful square jaw line. His dark grey tailored suit screamed high end, with his white shirt hiding underneath, and matching heather grey and black striped tie. I gulped just thinking about him. He was easy to check out while he was reaching for my bag, but it also helped that I had a photographic memory.
After we finally took off, Brendon called for the flight attendant and asked for a bourbon. She nodded her head and then looked at me.
“Can I get you anything?”
“I will have a glass of white wine. Whatever you have is fine.”
“Sure.” She smiled as she touched my shoulder.
She turned to the hot guy across the aisle and asked him. He looked over at me, and his mouth curved as he spoke. “I’ll have a glass of white wine as well. Whatever you have is fine.”