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Exclusive Excerpt: “Sweet Southern Betrayal” by Robin Covington

Jan 15
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Sweet Southern Betrayal

I have a real treat for you today!

An exclusive excerpt from Robin Covington’s sexy new novel, SWEET SOUTHERN BETRAYAL

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Sweet Southern BetrayalBlurb:

Privileged and ambitious attorney Teague Elliott is on the fast-track to getting everything he wants. Until he wakes up naked with a Vegas showgirl… Risa Clay has worked hard to put her troubled past behind her, but she owes ten grand to the wrong people.

To pay off her debt, she agrees to betray a stranger. . .ending up with a husband and a guilty conscience. Savvy and determined, she double-crosses the mob, goes on the run, and turns up on Teague’s doorstep armed with a dangerous secret, a marriage license, and the power to ruin his well-planned future.

Now Teague has to choose between the future he’s planned for all his life, or the one with Risa that he can’t turn away from.

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EXCLUSIVE Excerpt:

Elvis was wearing a diaper. Teague Elliott clamped his eyes shut and groaned with the pain of those who realize they did this to themselves with a bottle of tequila and bravado fueled by the most evil Mr. Cuervo.

He wasn’t sure if the image of the King of Rock ’n’ Roll was more or less painful than the percussion section practicing in between his ears, but both made him equally queasy. Taking another peek at the mural of the music icon dressed up as Cupid painted on the ceiling over the bed, he decided this was a question best solved in the bathroom.

Navigating his way through the large gold fake-Italian furniture and Elvis memorabilia, he didn’t think it could get any worse until he flipped on the light switch and was blinded by the leopard-print wallpaper and metallic gold toilet, shower, and sink. Fighting down the decor-induced wave of nausea, he emptied his bladder and shuffled over to the sink to throw cold water on his face. “What the hell were you thinking?” he asked his reflection.

The answer was simple—he wasn’t. The combination of his sister’s wedding and the VIP concierge at the Gold Coast Casino was just too much for him to resist after the crazy fucking year he’d had. He’d known something like this was coming. A year of busting his ass to become the youngest partner at Harrison & Duff, coupled with the added burden of fixing the mess his father left in the wake of his mid-life crisis, made this kind of night inevitable. Tequila and his three best friends in the city of sin made this detour to the wild side imperative.

He glanced down at his blessedly bare left-hand ring finger. At least he hadn’t married a stripper. Leland would be pleased. Now he just needed to figure out where the hell he was, locate his friends Beck and Jack, and make sure he didn’t miss his flight back to Virginia.

Leaning over to wipe the excess water off his face with a towel, he spied the waste basket, his fuzzy brain taking a few seconds to process what was in there. Condom wrappers. Empty condom wrappers. He counted quickly – four to be exact – and he reached out to steady himself on the counter.

Pride at being able to get it up four times last night battled with the realization that he had taken someone to bed and didn’t remember it. Oh hell. On shaky legs, Teague walked back into the bedroom and over to the bed, wondering how he’d missed the human-shaped lump still there.

He walked around the huge, heart-shaped bed and took a look at the woman sleeping there. Hair the color of flame, skin the color of cream, and long, finely boned limbs. She was gorgeous. Teague leaned closer.

The scent of her perfume—something citrus and spicy—flooded him with memories of just how well he knew this stranger. Heated bodies. A husky laugh. Hair like silk gliding along his abdomen as she covered his skin with kisses, making her way down to the part of him that was even now responding to her. Eyes the color of moss—deep green shot with silver.

“Holy hell.” Teague stood up, the fuzziness lifting from his brain with the realization of what he’d done. The risk he’d taken with a stranger. The risk he’d taken with his career. Fuck.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Robin Covington

Robin Covington, who NYT Best Selling authors, Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips, said was their new “auto-buy author”, writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance.

A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut novel was named a 2012 finalist in the RT Book Reviews Reviewers Choice Awards, earned 4.5 stars and was touted by RT Book Reviews as bringing a “fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping — sex and danger”.

When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Mangianello. Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America, the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today.

Robin lives in Maryland with her hilarious husband, brilliant children, and two dogs.

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