Cassie Sheppard has never gotten over her crush for the green-eyed, charismatic wrestler, Lee Harris. Now fate puts him within her reach. She is assigned to be his live-in physiotherapist. Despite his coldness toward her she finds herself falling for him more each day. She is determined to break through his stubbornness to help him regain his mobility, sexuality and self-esteem. Even if it costs her a broken heart.
Friday, May 5, 2017
Blurb Blitz + #Giveaway: Driven By Passion's Destiny by Bobbi Cole Meyer @colecolemeyer @GoddessFish
Driven By Passion's Destiny
by Bobbi
Cole Meyer
GENRE: Erotic, Contemporary Romance
BLURB:
Lee Harris’s life of championship wrestling, gorgeous women and
trekking all over the world to manage his chain of gourmet restaurants is over.
A spinal injury puts him in a wheelchair. Despite a will of steel that has seen
him through numerous injuries, there is no getting up and walking away from
this one. Confused, bitter and angry, Lee resists all efforts of rehabilitation
to help him adjust to his new life. Frustration is added to the mix when he
meets Cassie, the first woman he wants since his accident. Wants and can’t
have.
Cassie Sheppard has never gotten over her crush for the green-eyed, charismatic wrestler, Lee Harris. Now fate puts him within her reach. She is assigned to be his live-in physiotherapist. Despite his coldness toward her she finds herself falling for him more each day. She is determined to break through his stubbornness to help him regain his mobility, sexuality and self-esteem. Even if it costs her a broken heart.
Excerpt:
The
wrestling crowd exploded in a deafening, reverberating chant, “Wild Man Harris”
as Raymond Lee Harris sauntered toward the ring.
His
red, white, and blue cape swung backwards, caught in the draft of wind
generated by two huge, rafter-mounted fans, turned on per his instruction. He
stood with a slight smile, eying the crowd from lowered lids, his green eyes
made more noticeable by the dark eyeliner he’d applied. It was all part of his
signature presentation, hyping his motto of “Wild Man Harris, always ready to
fly into action.”
His
skin-tight purple trunks hugged his six-foot-four frame, leaving little to the
imagination, emphasizing the obvious—Lee “Wild Man” Harris was definitely well
endowed.
He
lifted a hand in a wave. The gesture exposed the perfection of his muscled
upper torso, his broad chest, ripped abs, and perfectly tapered body. He
flashed his famous, white-toothed smile to the ladies in the front row, pausing
briefly to tease them by flexing his pectorals before blowing them a kiss.
One,
a pretty, blonde girl he guessed to be in her late teens, struggled to unhook
and wiggle out of her bra. She surprised him by tossing it to him as he drew
near her. Laughing, he caught it mid-air, kissed it, and gave her a sexy wink
before tossing it back to her.
This
kind of over-the-top accolade still astonished him. Ever since he’d won the
championship title the year before, it had been this way. Drinking in the
adulation, he wondered what his rabid fans would say if they knew this on-stage
persona, which he’d worked hard to perpetuate over the years, was contrary to
his true personality.
He
was actually shy in his everyday world. He preferred reading a good book and
cooking a gourmet meal to enjoy at home with his family—his three best friends,
or “co-husbands” as he liked to refer to them, and the one lady they all loved
and shared in their polyandry nirvana, Kayla.
Yet
here, in the midst of this adoring crowd of strangers, his shyness disappeared.
He preened as was expected of him, donning that unrestrained personality as
easily as he had his cape, to give his fans the show they anticipated. The show
he knew they had paid to see. And tonight, he wanted the show to be the best
ever, because after this performance, he was retiring from the ring.
He
executed his usual agile and flamboyant flip over the ropes to enter the ring.
He smoothed his long, chestnut-colored hair back from his face, unhooked his
cape, and tossed it to his designated corner before bowing low to the audience.
With
his second glance at the upturned faces, he frowned as he spotted Kayla and her
other “husbands”—Harm, Luke, and J.J. He wasn’t surprised to see Luke and Harm
because he knew they enjoyed wrestling, but Kayla and J.J.? This didn’t make
sense. He knew that J.J., the youngest to have been invited into Kayla’s home
as part of their alternate lifestyle, preferred ice hockey or boxing or any
other sport to wrestling. And Kayla had said more than once she considered
wrestling to be barbaric.
Something
was wrong—very wrong! He knew it as the bell rang. He stood confused, not
moving as the bell rang again.
This
time, the ringing was followed by a jarring rendition of his adopted theme
song, Hail to the Chief. Everything began to waver as that pulsating,
persistent ringing morphed into a sharp pain.
Shaking
his head, he glanced down at his friends again, only to discover they had all
vanished. Even the crowd was gone. Nothing was left but that damnable ringing
and the pain that throbbed behind his eyes.
Lee
awoke from the dream with a start, his heart rate accelerating with anxiety.
Struggling back to the present, reality hit him with brutal force.
His
glory days in the wrestling ring were far behind him. As was his life with
Kayla, the woman he had loved. And he no longer was even in contact with the
men who had once been not only his co-husbands with Kayla, but his best friends.
The
final kicker, the hardest blow of all in this stark, awake reality was that he
was now living in the aftermath of a plane crash he had miraculously survived.
But that survival had carried a high price.
He
was paralyzed.
AUTHOR BIO:
Bobbi Cole Meyer is the pen name for Barbara Meyer, who
relocated from her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, to Nashville, Tennessee to
pursue a career as a lyricist. Over the years Barbara has had numerous songs
she co-wrote cut by major artists such as Tom Jones, Loretta Lynn, Barbara
Mandrell, Barbi Benton, Stella Parton, The Soul Shakers, the Poppies, Bandana,
Mason Dixon, the Wright Brothers and several others. She also co-wrote the
theme song for the Italian movie, Summer Affair, with well-known guitarist and
composer, Bucky Barrett.
Now
residing in a small town outside Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband, Hank,
Barbara is busy pursuing a second career, writing fiction, which she claims is
her first love.
Barbara’s
slogan is, “grab them with the first paragraph and don’t turn loose until the
last period.”
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