Book Tour: Too Good to Be True by Deanna Wadsworth

Author: Deanna Wadsworth

Title: Too Good To Be True

Series: 1Night Stand

Book: This is Deanna’s 5^th offering in this series. Characters from her previous stories have cameos, but book can be read as a standalone.

Release Date: June 17, 2016

Pages or Words: 36,000 words

Categories: Light suspense, M/M Romance, Romance

Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4264579.Deanna_Wadsworth

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Cover Artist: Fiona Jade

Disgraced former FBI agent Tim Burkhart desperately wants to reclaim his life and find happiness. Relocating his fledgling private security company to Miami—where his ex-wife moved their two daughters—hopefully is a start. When he’s hired to provide protection for an antiques dealer on his way to Scotland to sell a priceless ancient dirk, Tim believes the break he’s been waiting for has finally arrived. Maybe now he can make enough money to hire a lawyer and get shared parenting of his little girls.

Elliot James runs the antique shop he inherited after his grandfather’s death. Lonely and swimming in debt, he longs for a way to turn his life around but keeps making one mistake after another. Then he finds the ancient dirk tucked away among junk as he’s cleaning out his grandfather’s home. Placing it up for sale, he is thrilled when an out of country buyer purchases the priceless antique. The buyer wants the dirk immediately and sends Tim to ensure Elliot safely delivers it on time.

The moment Tim and Elliot meet, however, everything falls apart. Between break-ins, shoot-outs, stalkers, totaled cars, and the cops, it seems Tim and Elliot will never get to Scotland by the deadline. Despite all the obstacles, an unexpected attraction pulls them together, offering each man a glimmer of hope. But if they don’t deliver the dirk on time, they won’t get paid and neither of them will be able to pick up the pieces of their lives.

Will they complete this job and find a happily ever after, or is all of this really too good to be true?

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Staring down the sights of his Colt 1911 and into the panicked eyes of the young man, Tim said, “Keep your hands where I can see ’em. I want to know where Mr. James is and why you’re in his store.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw a flash of metal. Instinctively he dropped to the floor. The sharp crack of a bullet shot through the store, shattering something on his left.

The guy behind the counter made a run for the door.

Tim rolled behind the armoire, gritting his teeth when the door slammed shut and the first guy got away. Careful to stay out of sight, Tim assessed the shooter who’d come from the back room. He looked as young and inexperienced as the one who’d run. Tim recognized the weapon in his hand—a 9mm semi-automatic Beretta. Though Tim’s .45 could out-shoot the little pea-shooter at the range, he had no interest in finding out who was the better shot in real life.

“¿Adónde vas? ¡Esperame!” the shooter yelled to his retreating friend.

Wait for me. Tim knew enough Spanish. The guy planned to make a run for it, too. He clambered to his feet. Before he could tackle and subdue him, the kid aimed his Beretta in the general direction of the armoire and fired off a volley of shots.

“Shit!” Tim dove behind a stack of rugs to dodge the bullets.

The gun went silent.

Tim rolled fast onto his back, his 1911 aimed, only to watch the kid flying out the door behind his friend. The door bounced a few times until it closed, the bells clanging.

“Shit! Shit!”

The scraping sounds in the back room, louder than before, drew his attention once more.

As fast as he could, he crept around the counter, his heart pounding. Both hands on his gun, trigger finger resting on the frame and trigger guard, he took a quick peek into the room, ducking back before a possible third perp could make him.

In less than a heartbeat, his brain registered what he’d seen. He exhaled. Keeping his gun lowered but at-the-ready, he entered.

In the center of what looked like a storage room sat the man Tim had been hired to escort to Scotland. He’d been gagged and duct-taped to a chair.

Elliot James.

“Is anyone else here?” Tim murmured.

Mr. James shook his head wildly.

With a relieved sigh, he rushed over to the man and yanked the gag out. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He gasped for air. “I’m fine.”

“Were there only two?” he clarified, eyes still peeled for danger.

“Yeah,” he managed, his face flushed and startling green eyes wide. Sandy-brown curls fell across the brow of a very frightened but very beautiful man. He took a few slow, ragged breaths, obviously trying to calm himself. “Just the two of them.”

Tim took a steadying breath of his own and slowly released the hammer on his Colt and flipped the safety up, never taking his gaze off Mr. James. “What happened?” He holstered the weapon then tore the duct tape from the man’s wrist.

“Aarrghh!” Mr. James jumped, the chair bouncing.

Tim winced when he noticed the arm hairs stuck to the tape in his hand. “Sorry ’bout that.” He paused over the other strip. “This one’s gonna hurt, too.”

Mr. James pursed his lips and nodded bravely. He let out a tiny hiss when Tim freed his second arm. That one didn’t take as much hair because a silver bracelet had protected most of the skin. Obviously, those punks had been amateurs in restraining.

“Sorry,” Tim said again.

Rubbing his wrists, he let out a breathy laugh. “It’s okay. Thank you for saving my life.”

“I believe that’s what I was paid for. I’m Tim Burkhart, your private security detail.”

Mr. James’s smile made his heart flutter. No, probably just the adrenaline. Tim didn’t get butterflies.

“Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Burkhart.”

“Call me Tim.” He stood and withdrew his phone. He gestured toward his bound legs. “You okay to get those? I gotta call the cops.”

“No!”

Tim almost dropped his phone when Mr. James shouted. He gaped at the man. “What do you mean no?”

Prying tape off of his khaki pants, the man paused. Those big green eyes grew even wider. “You can’t call the cops. My whole life depends on it!”

Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and with Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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Today I’m chatting with Deanna Wadsworth about writing, life, and their current project. Welcome! Let’s talk a little about TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE .

What inspired you to write this story?

Well, I kinda wanted to write a character who had a foot fetish LOL But actually, my writer friend WENDY BURKE and I have been writing 1NightStand books for Decadent Publishing with overlapping characters for several years. It started out with my book BEAR IT ALL. The “bear” in that book was John and he had a sister named Grace who Wendy “stole” for her book THE ONE HE CHOSE. I, in turn, “stole” her hotel concierge Martin for my book ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL. Total we have nine overlapping books and we kinda brainstorm them together. TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE is just the latest installment, alluding to more books to come.

Is there a character you feel especially connected to? Why?

I really like Tim because he reminds me a bit of my hubby—excluding the foot fetish lol—because he’s kinda grumpy but deep down he’s a big softie.

What was the hardest part of writing this?

Badgering my husband to read the scenes involving guns for accuracy LOL He’s quite knowledgeable about firearms and safety.

Choose a favorite line or short passage. What do you like about it?

Every time I read this scene I giggle! They’re holed up in a cheap motel for the night and Tim just walked out of the bathroom.

Clearing his throat instead of staring like a fool, Tim asked, “What are you doing?”

“Giving myself a pedicure,” Elliot answered absently.

“What for?”

He looked up from his task, chewing his lower lip. “Sorry, I thought you’d take longer in the bathroom. But I put a towel down.” He indicated the towel spread across the bed below those perfect podiatric specimens. “Do feet gross you out?”

Far from it.

“No, you’re fine,” he muttered, hurrying over to sit on one of the chairs by the window. “Do whatever you want.”

Elliot went back to work on his toes, and Tim flipped on the TV. He surfed a few channels, trying to ignore the other man touching his beautiful, perfect feet.

Damn, the man was pushing Tim onto the fast-track of spending the next seventy-two hours with blue balls. When Elliot began to rub lotion into the soles, he had to look away, arousal burning through his groin.

Doesn’t he have any decency? Why doesn’t he just grab a pair of clippers and start trimming his pubes while he’s at it?

Tell us a little about any upcoming projects.

I was working on a contemporary novel, but the muse is all but kicking and screaming at me to start a new project which is a city mouse country mouse kinda story….we shall see.

Word Sprints!

Plotter or pantser? I plot but sometimes the characters veer off track and I just go with it LOL
Coffee or tea? Both! Why have just one?
Cats or dogs? Dogs, especially cocker spaniels
Musical theater or rock concert? Rock concert
What’s your favorite movie? The Princess Bride
What’s your favorite of your published works? Probably WRECKED. Sometimes I look back an d read a scene and I’m just amazed that I wrote it LOL