Book length - 266 pages
Publisher - Self-Published
Book Depository - www.bookdepository.com
Amazon UK - www.amazon.co.uk
Amazon US - www.amazon.com
ABOUT THE BOOK
A bad boy gambler with a lazy streak and commitment issues:
Owning Kinki, Atlantic City’s first paranormal nightclub, isn’t as easy—or as much fun—as Sam Jackson anticipated. Someone’s trying to shut him down before he opens, he’s on the verge of bankruptcy, and his matchmaking granddaddy has hired a sexy event planner with a mysterious background, bossy disposition, and criminal ties.
A mortician-turned-event-planner with big secrets:
A job as event planner offers single mom, Katie Deluca, her last chance to escape her past. Turns out party planning is more difficult than organizing funerals. Plus, the nightclub owner, although perfect for awakening her sensuality, couldn’t be more wrong for the stability she craves.
Forced to collaborate, they overcome obstacles and fight crime:
Katie is the one person who can salvage Kinki—and heal Sam’s emotional wounds. Together, they tangle with a goofy dog, exploding trucks, an unfortunate synchronized swimming episode, homicidal thugs, a corrupt building inspector, disappearing corpses, a kidnapping, and the threat of live cremation, all to deliver a kick-ass grand opening.
This is the first time I have read anything my Maureen Fisher but it certainly won't be my last. An exciting novel that left me doubled over in laughter, COLD FEET FEVER is a fun, thrilling romance with elements of adventure and mystery, that will keep you hooked from start to finish.
Things are not going to plan for Sam Jackson and when his interfering grandfather lands him with a sassy event planner, Sam's life is about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Katie is strong and independent and is determined to make her career a success, but she didn't count on the inscrutable Sam, or a series of hilarious and disastrous events to place it all in jeopardy, and then there is this annoying connection with Sam himself...
All of the characters in COLD FEET FEVER by Maureen Fisher are well-developed and really likeable and I raced through this story as I couldn't wait to see how it would end. There is something for everyone in this novel which combines romance, mystery, adventure, and comedy effortlessly together and I highly recommend this delightful story.
I write sassy romance with smokin’ hot heroes, kick-ass heroines, tons of humor, and always an animal or two. My goal as a writer is to transport readers into a world of romance, mystery, and fun. Warning: Laughing out loud has been known to smudge mascara and leave some readers short of breath.
Transplanted from Scotland to Canada at the tender age of seven, I’m a voracious reader, volunteer for an addiction family counseling program, bridge player, yoga enthusiast, seeker of personal and spiritual growth, pickleball enthusiast, and infrequent but avid gourmet cook. My husband and I love to hike, bicycle, and travel. I’ve swum with sharks in the Galapagos, walked with Bushmen in the Serengeti, sampled lamb criadillas (don’t ask!!!) in Iguazu Falls, snorkeled on the Great Barrier Reef, ridden an elephant in Thailand, watched the sun rise over Machu Picchu, and bounced from Johannesburg to Cape Town on a bus called ‘Marula’. For more information:
Website - booksbymaureen.com
Twitter - twitter.com/AuthorMaureen
Facebook - www.facebook.com/MaureenFisherAuthor/
I WANT TO THANK THE AUTHOR, MAUREEN FISHER, FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO REVIEW THIS BOOK, AND I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE AN AMAZING GUESTPOST/EXCERPT/PERSONAL POST FOR YOU ALL TO ENJOY. HAPPY READING!!
Thank you for hosting me on your blog, Linda. I appreciate the opportunity to talk about COLD FEET FEVER, a romantic suspense with humor, intrigue, secrets, a dysfunctional family, and one large, goofy dog.
Inspiration for Cold Feet Fever
I first met bad boy Sam Jackson as the younger brother of my hero in Fur Ball Fever. Sam is smokin’ hot, charming, and a serial womanizer. He’s also a deadbeat, gambler, and the bane of his older brother’s existence. I enjoyed writing about Sam so much, I decided he deserved his own story. At the end of Fur Ball Fever, he buys a nightclub with his gambling winnings, triggering the premise for my next book, Cold Feet Fever.
What could be more fun than tormenting a player like Sam by including a woman who would drive him crazy while breaking down all his barriers? So I threw in a bossy event planner his eccentric Granddaddy Hiram (who also happens to be his business partner) hired to keep him in line. Since I delight in torturing my protagonists, I then proceeded to make Sam’s life a living nightmare by adding as many roadblocks to a happily-ever-after as I could think of.
“I love that you’re nervous.” His voice had roughened to a husky growl. “It makes what we’re about to do extra special.”
She twisted her neck to assess whether or not he was mocking her, and found herself staring at his mouth. Her breath hitched in her chest. “I might disappoint you.”
His fingers stilled. “Why on earth would you think that?”
“I … um … may not have the skill you expect in a date.”
After a long pause, he said, “Excuse me?” The two soft words reverberated in the quiet kitchen.
She chewed her lip, then said, “I’ve only done it twice, well two and a half times to be precise, and it didn’t work out so well.” She clamped her mouth shut. Luckily she’d caught herself before divulging her partner’s jackrabbit ejaculation.
Sam remained utterly still.
Afraid to turn around, she nodded. “Uh-huh. I was too young to realize it wasn’t normal. I thought it was my fault. There’s no need to worry, though. I’m sure I can satisfy your needs. I’m a self-trained expert on sexual gratification.”
Warm breath stirred her hair. “Self-trained?”
Had she said something wrong? “Yes. I’m a voracious reader. I’ve read tons of how-to books on sexual intercourse, everything from The Joy of Sex, to Kama Sutra.” She hoped her sincerity would reassure him.
“I also studied the Fifty Shades Trilogy and other erotic novels. I have a subscription to Cosmo, too. There’s a huge amount of educational help available, so I’m certain I’m competent.” Was it her imagination, or did his fingers fumble?
“That’s, commendable and, uh, extremely proactive of you,” he said in a choked voice. “But right now, I’m as far from worried as a man can get.”
Some of my Favorite Things
Favorite alcoholic drink: Piña Colada and Pino Grigio, though wine is no longer my friend.
Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Naranjada (similar to limonada, but made with freshly squeezed orange juice).
Favorite candy: Barley sugar, vanilla fudge Coffee Crisp.
Favorite actor(s): Johnny Depp, Gerard Butler, Hugh Jackman.
Favorite author(s): Diana Gabaldon, Jill Shalvis, Kristan Higgins, Karen Robards, Stephen King, too many more to list ….
Favorite flower: Masses and masses of rhododendrons, lupines.
Favorite something I never buy myself because it seems silly, but I secretly crave it: Tanzanite jewelery (way too expensive) and stiletto heels (I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to walk in them).
Favorite TV show: Big Bang Theory, Madame Secretary, The Good Wife, Bones.
Favorite snack food: Salt & vinegar chips, caramel corn.
Favorite dessert: Rhubarb pie with ice cream (see below).
Favorite ice cream: Haagen Dazs dulce de leche (vanilla with swirls made from caramelized condensed milk)
Favorite bit of geekery (obsessive interest/enthusiasm): Travel and fine dining.
Three Little-Known Facts About Me
1. Once upon a time, long, long ago, I was a chocoholic. That lasted until my ninth birthday, when I devoured 10 Jersey Milk chocolate bars in one sitting. I puked brown for two days. Even now, I prefer vanilla or caramel. Please don’t tell anyone. All romance writer love chocolate. It’s mandatory.
2. I once drank paint thinner in an oil painting class. Not on purpose. I thought it was my water. Hey, both bottles had blue labels. Sadly, I’d already glugged it down before realizing my mistake. An ambulance carted me off to the hospital, where a doctor warned me I’d be really, REALLY sick for 48 hours. He wasn’t kidding.
3. I’m an introvert. I need my alone time. If a genie granted me three wishes, one of them would be that I could enjoy networking at writers’ conferences.
*MY THANKS AGAIN TO MAUREEN FISHER FOR THIS WONDERFUL POST 😀
Hi fellow bookworms. My name is Linda and I'm a reviewer & blogger from Ireland. Oh and also a wife and mother!
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