Spotlight this week is the delightful Tracey Rogers.
Dating
in the Dark by Tracey Rogers – Promo Doc
Hello and thank you for hosting me today.
When I’m writing it often involves the consumption
of calories, as words and food are the perfect combination. Or is that just me?
So when I decided to tackle a new project it seemed only right that I should
bring words and food together and decorate them with a sprinkle of romance.
Welcome to the Sweet Delights Bakery, where the
kitchen gets hot and there’s tastiness aplenty! First to sample the delights of
the bakery are Sophie and Damian. Secrets are laced with sugar in Dating in the
Dark, book 1 of the Sweet Delights Series.
Blurb
Can you find what you need hidden within the dark?
Hiding out in his sister's bakery to recover from a recent injury isn't an
ideal solution for newly unemployed meteorologist Damian Trent. Especially
since he doesn't like cake. But hiding anywhere is preferable to facing the
media frenzy revolving around his life. He has no intention of being seen by
anyone. That is, until he hears a honey-toned voice over the phone.
Public relations agent Sophie Rose has a boss who makes her working week a
hellish one. He drives her to her need for sugar, so the recently opened Sweet
Delights Bakery is perfect for her much needed Friday treat. But one day when
she calls to place an order, she gets an unexpected surprise.
Sophie's keen to dump her V-plates, though only the right man will do.
Damian, with his sexy, yet familiar sounding voice, seems the ideal person for
her to gain some much needed experience with. But why do they need to date in
the dark?
Content Warning: contains sensual sex
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Excerpt
Damian rested his arm across his forehead and sighed, trying to blot out the
ringing sound and failing. Sleep wasn't happening. He ached from his walk after
pushing it to a run. With each step he'd remembered Sophie's voice. He had very
little else to occupy his mind, so she was an easy focus. Every stride had
gathered pace, and before he knew it a walk had become a jog; a jog becoming a
run.
And her voice was still inside his head.
Stretching out on the creaky sofa bed, he winced at the movement. Irritated,
he tugged the sheet down from his bare chest to lean over and grab the phone.
He placed it to his ear and muttered something unintelligible.
"Hi, sorry—did I wake you?"
"Sophie?" Or was he asleep and dreaming?
"Oh, crap. I did, didn't I? I'm so sorry. I couldn't sleep, so I
thought… Anyway, my apologies. Pretend it never happened, and goodnight,"
she said, speeding over her words.
"Sophie, wait!" he called out, wanting to stop her before she hung
up, needing to listen to her voice for a little while longer. "I couldn't
sleep either," he reassured her as he heard her soft breaths. He shuffled
higher against his pillow and propped one hand behind his head. Why couldn't
she sleep? Because of him? And how had she gotten his number?
"Really?" Her relieved sigh made him smile. If he wasn't careful,
smiling could become a habit of his. "When you left your number in the
box, I thought…"
Left his number? He had no idea what his number
was.
"What did you think?"
"I thought you might want me to call?" she asked hesitantly, as if
she was worried about his response. She wouldn't be worried if she could see
the stirring going on beneath the sheet. Or maybe she would be? Though she
seemed confident, he still detected a shyness behind her words.
"And did you want to call?"
"I did."
His jaw clenched at her immediate response, a muscle flickering in his
cheek. Interesting. Her honesty was evoking things inside that he was starting
to like. A lot.
"I like hearing your voice."
Christ, what was she doing to him?
"What do you look like?" he asked, without thinking about the
repercussions of his question.
Silence.
"Does that matter?" she said quietly, the warmth in her tone
dropping a degree or two.
"No, no it doesn't." He frowned, the admission taking him by surprise.
"Tell me what you're wearing instead."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't tell me you're wearing something hideous, I won't
be sleeping for the rest of the night either."
She laughed then, the sound not helping his libido whatsoever.
"Damian."
"Yeah."
"I'm not wearing anything hideous." He groaned then, obviously out
loud because Sophie was laughing again. "I'm not wearing anything."
Oh, hell. A sudden spike of desire sliced through his veins, making him
regret his impulsive words. "Then I'm now very grateful I don't know what
you look like."
"You could. Know what I look like I mean."
"You
want to tell me now?"
"No. I want to show you. On a…date?"
Damian lifted a hand to his face, massaging his fingers above his brow, then
lower to scrub over his jaw. His breath felt restricted by his tightening
lungs. As much as he wanted to see her, to touch her, to have someone touch him
in a way that wasn't clinical or trying to fix him—he couldn't do it. How could
he see her, without her seeing him?
Author
Bio
Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a
contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very
attractive accessory.
A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I
spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical
snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t
searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the
world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still
in that world and I refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children.
An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the
world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a
page. I hope I can sweep you away too.
I love to hear from readers! You can find me here:
Email – traceyrogersaut@gmail.com
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