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Two to Tango # Resenha ARC Review

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Synopsis

Unlikely dance partners. A match made in wine country.

Sexy veterinarian Scarlett Halle jumps at the chance to move home to St. Helena and start over after being dumped by her fiancé. She's determined to break out of her timid shell and go after what she wants, but the fear of failing still stands in her way.

While staying at a friend's vineyard retreat arranging her relocation, she discovers an unexpected roommate. Not just any roommate, but a man she spent an unforgettable evening with years ago.

San Francisco sportscaster Jake Martelli will do anything for his family, but this time his aunt ChiChi has gone too far. After being publicly humiliated by a geriatric mod squad, he’s forced to hide out in wine country. This time the punishment for his loyalty is learning how to tango in order to win a local dance competition. He's not looking for a partner, but when he finds he's hiding out with someone from his past, it would seem fate has other plans.

With Scarlett by his side, will Jake discover a three-minute tango is the dance of a lifetime?

Sinopse

Companheiros de dança improváveis. Um casal unido no país do vinho. A sexy veterinária Scarlett Halle vibra com a oportunidade de se mudar para St. Helena e começar de novo depois de ser rejeitada por seu noivo. Ela está determinada a sair de sua concha e ir atrás do que ela quer, mas o medo de falhar ainda fica em seu caminho.

Enquanto se hospeda numa casa de uma amiga esperando se vai se mudar ou não, ela descobre um companheiro de quarto inesperado. Não apenas qualquer companheiro de quarto, mas um homem que ela passou uma noite inesquecível anos atrás. O comentarista esportivo de San Francisco Jake Martelli fará qualquer coisa por sua família, mas desta vez sua tia ChiChi foi longe demais. Depois de ser humilhado publicamente em um leilão, ele é forçado a se esconder em uma vinícola.

Desta vez, a punição por sua lealdade é aprender a dançar tango para ganhar uma competição de dança local. Ele não está procurando uma parceira, mas quando ele descobre quem está no mesmo local que ele, parece que o destino tem outros planos.

Com Scarlett ao seu lado, Jake vai descobrir que talvez um tango de três minutos pode ser a dança de uma vida?

Gênero Romance Contemporâneo

69 páginas

Idioma Inglês

Two to Tango #Cover Reveal

Marcadores: cover, kate kisset, livro, livros

Two to Tango is my debut release in Marina Adair's best selling St. Helena Vineyard series. In previous posts, I mentioned how I came to write in her series. You'll find the blog post about my experience here.

This is an Amazon, Kindle World exclusive. You'll need a Kindle or Kindle app to read it.

3 Kate Kisset St. Helena Vineyard Kindle World Two to Tango wine country romance copy

An unexpected roommate. An unlikely dance partner. A match made in wine country.

Exclusive Excerpt:

(Veterinarian Scarlett Halle secretly arrives in St. Helena to scout a new job. She’s staying at a friend’s luxurious vineyard retreat and now realizes the intruder she’s just beaned on the head with a container of dried Top Ramen noodles, happens to be someone she knows, Jake Martelli, a man from her past.)

“Sorry I hit you.” Scarlett peered at the ceiling, searching for a stray cobweb, something—anything—to keep her eyes off him. After Regan and Gabe’s wedding, she and Jake saw each other at least a few times a year at family occasions, or during the holidays. Although the timing hadn’t been right, because one or the other was always with a date, Scarlett felt those sneaky tingles of possibility around Jake every time they met.

She didn’t want to look again, and really didn’t mean to, but the sight of Jake’s gorgeous face and moist-from-the-shower, tanned, taut body overpowered any rational thinking. With his towel draped precariously low, exposing the curvature of his pelvis…which was, quite frankly, made to make a woman’s eyes travel down to where the trail of hair would no doubt lead to the happiest place on earth…Scarlett did what any woman would do. She gawked. Mouth wide open.
And…Jake caught her staring. Making a miraculous recovery from his head injury, his dark, sexy eyes flashed across the room in obvious flirt mode. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Why aren’t you dressed?” she demanded.

“Probably for the same reason you’re not wearing a bra.” His eyes locked on her chest, his stare stepping from left to right and back again. “Like I said, it’s great to see you.”

His raspy, deep voice triggered another round of thrills, which didn’t help her concentration. Scarlett hadn’t experienced a solitary, male-driven flutter since her fiancé confessed he'd fallen out of love with her. In fact, she hadn’t seen this much hairless skin on a male animal with two legs in over a year.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” slipped out of her mouth. She contemplated the lock of hair on his forehead, his sculpted chin, his chest, and south. She caught herself at his belly button, feeling heat rush up to her cheeks. Adding insult to blushing, her nipples brushed against her T-shirt, sending a wake-up call below.

Scarlett folded her arms, making a silent promise to kill Regan. This had to be a setup. There was no other explanation.
Three quick knocks on the front door interrupted their stunned silence.

“Expecting anyone?” Unfortunately, Jake still clutched his towel, eliminating the possibility of it hitting the floor or even flying open.
Another round of pounds rattled through the house.

“I’ve got this.” Scarlett bolted, thanking the Lord for a reason to get away from the Jake eye-candy banquet, ready to give Regan a piece of her mind. How could Regan even consider setting her up at a time like this? She straightened her T-shirt and took a deep breath…but every modicum of composure vanished when she turned the knob.

“What’s going on, Regan?” she snapped. “What the hell are you up to?”

“I don’t think your mother would be pleased with your greeting, Scarlett,” Chiara Amalia Giovanna Ryo huffed. Clad in a smart cream pantsuit, she brought a bejeweled hand to her head and patted her stiff gray updo.

Then she turned to a gray-haired woman standing next to her. Their facial features were almost identical, except the other woman’s hair was a mass of gray curls, and she wore a long, flowing blue caftan, gold dangling earrings, and about a pound of necklaces.

“Do you believe this?” she demanded of her as-yet-unnamed friend.

Great. The last thing Scarlett needed was to piss off Chiara Ryo in front of her friend. Scarlett’s family had known the DeLucas for years, and Ms. Ryo raised her son’s children after he and his wife died in a terrible car accident. And although Scarlett wasn’t a close friend of Chiara’s, she knew enough to fear the founder of Ryo Wines, and St. Helena’s self-appointed meddler-matriarch.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Ryo.” Braless, with the matriarch’s half-naked nephew in the kitchen, Scarlett opened the door wider, gesturing for the women to enter. Nice way to make a good impression.