Hey Everyone! Earlier this week I got the news that Priceless had been translated into German! The release date is Nov 25th. Yay!
Funken sprühen, als Amor seinen Pfeil auf zwei Sterbliche in Las Vegas richtet: Randy Jones, ein ganz normaler junger Mann im Wochenendurlaub, schaut am Würfeltisch in Garretts Augen und es ist um ihn geschehen. All seinen Prinzipien zum Trotz lässt er sich auf ein leidenschaftliches, zweitägiges Abenteuer mit Garrett ein – und stellt erschüttert fest, dass er sich verliebt hat.
Der zynische Milliardär Garrett Shiffler hat alles, was man sich mit Geld kaufen kann. Da ihn andere Menschen vor allem als Geldquelle betrachten, hat er den Glauben an Unschuld und Liebe schon vor langer Zeit verloren. Doch als Randy verschwindet und ihn mit unerwarteten Gefühlen zurücklässt, nimmt er sich vor, Randy für sich zu gewinnen – und diesmal muss er mit seinem Herzen anstatt seinem Bankkonto kämpfen.
Währenddessen fragt sich Amor, was geschehen ist. Seine Pfeile verfehlen niemals ihr Ziel, es sei denn, das Schicksal selbst greift ein. Wenn Garrett Randy zurückgewinnen möchte, ist er auf sich allein gestellt, denn jetzt kann ihm selbst Amor nicht mehr helfen.
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And now in English lol -
Blurb:
Sparks
ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an
average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table
and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in
a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s
fallen in love.
Cynical
billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his
dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and
love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with
him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important
battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart,
not his bank account.
Meanwhile,
Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates
interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on
his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.
Excerpt:
AFTER being carded yet
again, the young-looking man entered the casino. Turquoise eyes sparkled with
mischief as he searched the mob of people. He brushed his curly blond hair out
of the way, looking for a certain type of person this time. Now he just needed
inspiration to strike and he had his trusty arrows ready to go. Moving through
the crowds, he looked this way and that. So many lonely humans to choose from,
so many needed love in their life.
He was known by many
names, but he preferred Cupid, the name his mother had given him. Greek
mythology, Roman mythology… he shrugged. Little did the humans know just how
badly they had messed up the pantheon, not that it mattered. He knew the truth,
as did others of his kind.
His eyes searched the
casino once more… there. There was what he was looking for. That man. With a
grin he moved through the crowd.
WITH a lazy, bored air, Garrett scanned the casino crowd
at the Palms in Las Vegas, his eyes not seeing anything around him. He was
restless, and even the usual thrill of gambling didn’t interest him. Idly, he
bounced the dice in his hand, uninterested in the high-stakes game of craps he
was playing. The crowd around him gasped when his luck took a turn for the
worse, and he lost more on one roll than what some people made in a year. But
even that didn’t snap him out of his current mood. Suddenly his luck changed
with the next roll of the dice.
A shiver rolled through
his body, and the hair pricked at the back of his neck. Something, a shift in
the atmosphere maybe, caught his attention. Once again he scanned the crowd
around the craps table, searching for… something. His eyes snapped back and
focused on the man across the table from him. Time shifted and slowed, and the
annoying noise of the casino floor receded into the background until all he
could see was him.
Garrett’s heart shifted
into fourth gear, revving wildly, then kicked in and took off at a pulse
pounding pace. His mind conjured up a series of Technicolor scenes that
required the man across from him to pose, bend, and stretch into any number of
erotic and explicit positions. Garrett’s eyes traveled up to startled molten
silver eyes, and another shiver raced through his body.
Those eyes shone with a
sweet innocence Garrett rarely saw and doubted existed anymore. His mind
crackled with disbelief. No one was that innocent, no one. But a long-buried
part of his soul whispered in his ear… what if? What if the guy wasn’t a player
and was what he seemed? Surprised by his body’s reaction, he decided to find
out. He pinned the man across the table from him with his cold stare. A slight
smirk hovered around Garrett’s mouth as he motioned the guy over next to him.
RANDY listened to the crowd cheer a player at the craps
table. He strained to see, but being neither exceptionally large nor tall, he
was at a distinct disadvantage. Then there was a break in the crowd and Randy
wedged himself closer to the table. Dead center of the insanity, the very
picture of male perfection stared at him intently.
He was taller than Randy
by several inches, and his hair was the color of coffee, with silver streaks
around the temples. It was cut above his ears with the back touching his
collar. The top was teased a bit to stand up. He had a goatee and a dimple in
his cheek, giving him a seductive, chiseled look. His eyes were the most
amazing shade of minty green.
Muscular broad
shoulders and a nice expanse of chest were wrapped in a desert sage dress shirt
from the Prada’s line and matched with, oh yes, what was surely a tight ass
poured into a pair of Botticelli’s handmade Italian jeans. He had to be in his
early forties, a few years older than Randy.
His fingers, long and
narrow, idly shifted through a huge mound of chips. Randy’s startled eyes
landed on the fortune in front of the man. His eyes widened at the amount of
chips, then shot up to the other man’s eyes. Randy trembled as chills ran up
and down his spine as they made eye contact. The man across the table lifted
his hand and motioned to Randy. Randy glanced around, then pointed at his chest
in question. Again the man nodded and motioned Randy to join him.
“Me?” Randy mouthed at
him.
“You,” he mouthed back.
