Release Blitz: Dr. Stanton by T L Swan
Title: Dr. Stanton
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2017
If happiness is a gift.
Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.
I can’t tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him.
Only that I did.
With every glance, every touch, every minute…. he stole a little more of me.
They say that all men are created equal.
Well that’s a blatant lie!
I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas,
I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.
He took our fake marriage seriously and it became his personal goal to consummate.
He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German.
His laughter was addictive.
But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas.
Until it didn't.
Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me.
The attraction is palpable.
The secrets unchangeable.
I need him more than air.
I frown as the man covered in perspiration clings to me once more, oh for heavens sake. “Do you mind?” I frown as I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I am waiting at the bar.
“Not at all.” He slurs.
Oh god, my eyes flick over to my group of friends and they all smile and raise their glasses to me in jest. Damn them. This hens weekend away is reminding me why I am eternally single. I fake a smile, bitches.
“I mean it baby, let’s dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone, you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he asks. Oh give up, pushy bastard.
A tall and dark haired good looking guy walks past and I grab him by the arm, he frowns as he turns back toward us. “This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip at his competition.
My eyes scan up and down the guy I have just grabbed, oh, he’s gorgeous. I planned that well.
The guy raises an eyebrow in question as his eyes flick between us.
“This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like a nice guy, I’m sure he will save me.
The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my …….wife?” He questions as his eyes flick between me and them man.
I nod. “Aha.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “You have met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice, I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over and grabs the back of my head and pulls me towards him, his tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth, his tongue takes no prisoners as it swipes deep into my mouth….what the frigging hell? His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my god, this was not in the brochure.
He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and back up to my face.
I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes flick back to the other guy as I lick my lips, holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Tall dark and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off mate, she’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd, what, wait, where are we going? My eyes flick over to my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for, this guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit, we arrive over to his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls my body close to his.
“Boys.” He acknowledges his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married en route from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”
Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you.” One man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as his hand tightens around my waist. “
“About time.” One guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations mate, what’s your wife’s name?”
His eyes flick to me and he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down and smile and then go back to their conversation as if this is a common occurrence.
His eyes drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes are up here.” I reply, he can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up his beer and drinks it down. “So?”
I frown, of all the nerve. “So, you keep looking at my boobs.”
My mouth drops open in. “Well, I’m not imaging it.”