Monday, February 1, 2010

28 Days of Heart Guest Author--Cat Johnson

I'd like to welcome Cat Johnson as the first author on my whistle stop of the 28 Days of Heart Blog Tour! And now, here's Cat's post and excerpt from her book!


I have some friends who only read "important" books. You know the ones. They have to have Oprah's stamp of approval and at least one person has to die or suffer irreparably in some way. I don't write those kinds of books but I would argue that my February 19th release, Private Lies, is just as important as any bookclub pick. I have the nerve to say that because my story is part of All Romance eBooks' 28 Days of Heart charity campaign to benefit the American Heart Association. Every one of the 28 novellas, which will release one each day for the month of February, was donated by the author, with all proceeds going to the AHA to help fight the number one killer of women—heart disease..

If you agree that this cause is just as worthy and important as any of "those" books, check out the entire series being offered as individual eBooks exclusively on and I promise you they are hot and fun—the perfect treat to buy for yourself during the month of love, and you know your books dollars are going to a worthy organization.

Enjoy the following excerpt for my 28 Days story, Private Lies, and remember, "important" is not necessarily synonymous with "serious". Life is short, read something fun!


PRIVATE LIES by Cat Johnson

Sex.. Lies. It's all in a day's work.

Jax Monroe is ready to swear off both sex and men forever. Then she meets the new hot bartender Shane Reynolds and the only thing she can think about is sex and him.

Why not have a little fun? After all, she deserves it, and Shane proves he can provide what she needs. Only Jax doesn't realize something. Shane the sexy barman is far more than just the stud he appears to be.

Excerpt (PG 13)

The depth of Giovanni's cries spoke his passion. 

That didn't surprise Jacqueline Monroe Scarpelli one bit. Her husband Gio was a passionate man. Sultry, foreign, vibrant, and the most brilliant painter she'd ever seen. His artist's temperament made him ardent and sensitive, but also sometimes moody and reclusive. Though he'd never stay that way long and would make it up to her in the most incredible and inventive, toe-curling ways. 

Jax closed her eyes to fully absorb each and every vocal nuance, recognizing as the volume rose, the resonance that signaled Gio's impending orgasm.

She should be familiar with the growing crescendo. In their ten-month marriage, and during their short three-month courtship before eloping, she had experienced the symphony of his lovemaking more times than she could count. His progression from the words of love whispered in heavily accented English, which grew into shouts in Italian that she couldn't understand but still knew instinctively their meaning.

Mouth dry, Jax's stomach tensed and her heart rate sped in reaction to Gio's lovemaking.

This time, however, was different than all the others. Very different. Tonight, Jax stood outside of Gio's art studio, and the feminine cries of pleasure answering Gio's inside were not hers. 

Hand frozen on the doorknob, Jax listened to her husband skillfully screwing another woman while he thought Jax was still at a Junior League meeting. It was obvious to Jax that she was the one being screwed here, and not in a good way. But the main thought dominating her spinning brain, more than anger, hurt, or jealousy, was this—her mother had been right and she would likely never, ever let Jax forget it. 

Jax pulled her hand back from the knob. Hearing her husband's affair was bad enough; there was no way she wanted to see it too. Considering what to do next, Jax ran all ten manicured fingers through her straight, perfectly cut and highlighted blond hair and tried to think. Tiptoeing her designer, kitten-heeled, alligator slides away from the door,

Jax pulled her cell phone out of this season's hottest new bag and reluctantly dialed the number of the one man who could help her.

When he answered, she whispered, "Daddy? I need your help."

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