Blog Tour + Giveaway - Emergency Attracion by Samantha BeckFriday, May 05, 2017
Book Title: Emergency Attraction
Author: Samanthe Beck
Release Date: April 17, 2017
Ten years ago when Shane Maguire chose the Marines as his escape from some trouble of his own making, he only regretted one thing—leaving Sinclair Smith behind. Despite his best intentions, she ended up as the one that got away. Now he’s back, determined to reclaim everything he gave up, including Sinclair. Sinclair is immune to Shane’s charms. She’s immune to stolen kisses behind the gym. And she’s definitely immune to that maneuver he did in the back seat of his car… Okay, maybe her hormones are susceptible, but she has absolutely no desire to risk anything on the bad boy who broke all his promises. When a little emergency lands her at his mercy, he offers her a deal she can’t refuse. And this time, she’ll show Shane what it means to be left wanting…
I always listen to music when I write, but I don’t usually create a particular soundtrack for a story. The tunes are just white noise to block out distractions. My new release, however, is an exception to that rule. Emergency Attraction didn’t just have a playlist. It had a song at its heart—Miranda Lambert’s The House That Built Me.
Why? Well, the book is a reunion story on two counts. Shane Maguire is back in Magnolia Grove for the first time in ten years, and he’s determined to reconnect with Sinclair Smith—the girl he’s always considered the one that got away. But there’s another part of him that needs to reconnect with his hometown. Whether he likes it or not, the place he grew up helped shape him, and he can’t be the man he wants to be until he accepts his past.
In The House That Build Me, Miranda Lambert sings about knocking on the door of the humble home where she grew up and asking the current owner to let her take a look at the little back bedroom where she learned to play guitar, and the old oak tree where her favorite dog is buried. Something inside her is missing, and she can’t get it back without those reminders of who she is and where she came from. The lyrics just nailed Shane for me.
There’s a scene in the story where Sinclair takes Shane on a tour of his childhood home, because she realizes he needs to reclaim a sense of belonging. I tried hard to capture the emotions of that song in the scene, by weaving Shane’s bittersweet memories with tangible evidence of his history, and giving him a chance to (literally!) measure how far he’s come since those days.
Other songs that went into heavy rotation while I wrote this story include:
Sam Hunt’s acoustic version of Make You Miss Me – Acoustic version…very important! The album version is great, but the acoustic version is downright haunting. Even better on Vevo, ‘cause…scruffy-faced Sam Hunt, in a t-shirt and backward ball-cap, playing a keyboard and singing his heart out. That shit needs to be seen! I give the song a little shout out during a scene where Shane and Sinclair make out in his car.
Rihanna’s Love On the Brain – This song captured Sinclair’s drama from the moment Shane walks back into town. To paraphrase, ‘The man is no good for me. I should keep my distance, or he’ll break my heart again, but daaayuuum!’
All of Me by John Legend – The story actually starts with this song. Sinclair looks across her sister’s wedding reception to see Shane cutting through the crowd toward her. She hasn’t laid eyes on him in ten years, and isn’t real excited about breaking the trend, but I liked the juxtaposition of the ‘we complete each other’ message in the song and her ‘stay away from me’ reaction to his sudden reappearance in her life.
In My Life by The Beatles – This song is playing when Shane holds Sinclair in his arms for the first time in ten years. They dance at her sister’s wedding, and there’s a lot of chemistry there—and a lot of stuff not being said—while in the background Paul McCartney is filling the silence with simple, profound words about finding the love of your life. It was another chance to foreshadow everything Shane’s about to come to realize about the woman standing in front of him.
Admittedly eclectic, but hopefully effective! Enjoy the story and the tunes!!
“Not a mark on the car.”
Shane turned and walked back to where Sinclair stood with her skirt caught in the car door. “Or you?”
Her chin came up as he drew near. “That goes without saying.”
“Does it?” He dropped his gaze, and took a slow tour of some territory he’d once been intimately familiar with, starting at her bare shoulders and continuing to where satiny skin disappeared beneath blue silk. “I remember finding some extremely creative places to leave marks.” He ran his finger along the neckline of her dress. “So you wouldn’t get in trouble. You didn’t need to be as cautious with me.”
“I”—she broke off and swallowed—“I don’t remember…”
Oh, yeah. She remembered. He took the gift bag out of her hand and set it on the roof of the Mercedes. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Sinclair.”
“What?” The word barely qualified as a whisper.
“I’m still extremely creative.” With that, he dropped to his knee, and peered behind her.
Her hand smacked his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if I can find a creative solution to your little predicament.” The position gave him an up-close look at the tangle of her skirt in the car door, the torn seam that rendered the dress un-wearable—he turned his head slightly—aaand the tiny, lacy, black panties that left mouthwatering portions of her ass bare to his view. Without doing any sort of motive check, he let his cheek brush the smooth flesh.
Muscles quivered in response. The hand on his shoulder switched to the top of his head, but she didn’t push him away. He trailed his lips across her thigh, automatically following the line of her panties where it hugged her hip and arrowed around front.
Her shuddery exhale triggered his inhale. Her scent stormed his senses, achingly familiar, and dangerously arousing. The molecules infiltrated his brain, coated the back of his throat, and left him dizzy from need. Balancing before her on both knees, taking a hip in each hand, he slowly closed in on the sheer triangle covering the prize.
He took another hungry inhale. The tip of his nose skimmed the lace. “Yes?”
Those slim fingers slid down until her palm cupped the back of his head. Her thighs parted.
A car alarm shattered the silence and broke the spell lust and memories had woven around them. She jerked away, shoved her skirt down, and glared at him. “That’s not part of our deal.”
He stood, intentionally taking up the space she’d tried to carve out for herself. “Don’t kid yourself, Sinclair. That’s always been part of our deal.”
USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering husband, their turbo-son, and a furry ninja named Kitty. When not dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-after, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.