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Monday, May 26, 2014

Blog Tour: Heat by Jamie K. Schmidt (Excerpt + Giveaway)

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About the Book:
Style and seduction collide in Jamie K. Schmidt’s Heat—sure to please fans of Fifty Shades of Grey—as the world’s best-dressed men and women shed their clothing . . . and their inhibitions.
On the run from her abusive fiancé, ER doctor Mallory Bryant arrives at her sister’s Connecticut resort desperate for a place to restore balance to her life. But Club Inferno is more than a haven for the rich and fashionable. Beneath its elegant facade is an erotic playground where dominants and submissives play out their fantasies. At first, Mallory is wary of Max Spencer, the martial arts trainer acting as her bodyguard—until he introduces her to passion so intense she wants nothing more than to surrender to his touch.

As one of Couture’s most skilled doms, Max enjoys taking Mallory to the limits of pleasure. It’s a dangerous proposition, and as their sensual games draw them into a relationship beyond the boundaries of pupil and master, Max starts spiraling out of control. But when Mallory’s violent past catches up with her, Max knows what he must do: draw her closer than ever before, even if it means risking a surrender of his own.

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The scene: Max, Mallory’s new martial arts instructor at Couture, shows her around

“Come on, let’s go for a walk. Colleen tells me you’re a doctor—what do you specialize in?” Max gave her an easy smile that took the starch out of her spine.
Mallory was glad to scoot out of the room, away from the flavored condoms. Did they really taste like grape? Rubber grape? David wasn’t very adventurous in the bedroom. His idea of a wild time was her on top. He felt threatened every time she tried to bring up something new, so after a while she just stopped trying. Couture seemed to be all about trying new things and taking chances. Maybe she was in the right place at the right time for once in her life? She realized Max was patiently waiting for an answer and she turned her mind firmly back to her career.
“Yes, I work in the ER.”
“That’s got to be stressful.”
“There’s never a slow night, unfortunately.”
They walked through the hotel-like area. “Do you want to work out?”
“No, not really,” Mallory admitted.
“Want to go get something to eat?”
“Definitely. I could go for a greasy cheeseburger and a plate of fries.”
At his horrified look, Mallory amended her choice. “Or a salad, because that’s what I normally eat.” When I’m not hungry.
“If you’re going to be training with me, we probably should work out a nutrition plan.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“What? No. You’re not fat. How . . . ?” he stuttered. “I just thought to maximize your energy levels, we’d get more protein and less carbs. You’re going to need a lot of fuel to sweat through my workshop, so I wanted to make sure you’re eating right . . . and I’ll shut up now.”
“I hate to exercise.”
Max clamped his mouth shut.
Mallory waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “I don’t have a lot of experience in hitting people. I fix them, not break them.”
“I can teach you to disable them and get away. The only time you want to stand and fight is if you don’t have any other choice.”
“I could just get a Taser.”
Max looked relieved. “That’s probably a good idea. I’ll let your sister know in the morning.”
“Have you guys been together long?”
“I was one of her first hires.”
Mallory looked at him out of the corner of her eye when they headed to the restaurant. “So it’s a business relationship?”
“Yeah, she’s my boss. I’m not sleeping with her.”
“Good.” The sign read “Seat yourself,” so Mallory slid into a comfy booth.
She reached for the bread basket, but before her hand could grab a roll, he moved it out of the way. “White bread is empty carbs. No nutritional value.”
“But it’s tasty.” She didn’t tug the basket back, though she wanted to.
He gave her a grin that had her forgetting all about warm dinner rolls slathered in butter. “So what are you going to do with your time at Couture?”
“I was hoping to hole up in my room and read.”
“Sounds exciting,” he deadpanned.
“It’s not like I really fit in.” Mallory caught herself before her nails went into her mouth. She reached for her water glass instead.
“Why is it good that I’m not doing your sister?”
Mallory coughed as the water went down the wrong way. “I don’t know,” she gasped. Clearing her throat, she gathered her thoughts. “I think it’s a relief, actually. She’s gorgeous and rich. Has her shit together, owns her own business. It just didn’t seem fair that she would have you too.” Even though you’re a carb Nazi. “As for me, I’m coming off a really bad breakup. I’m past the ‘all men suck’ phase, but I’m not out of rebound territory.”
“Colleen told me a bit. I’m sorry.”
Mallory shrugged. “Me too.”
“You should concentrate on relaxing and healing. Couture is going to be your haven. I know you’re not really a prospective member, but you should try and get the benefits out of it.”
“You mean sex?” she squawked.
“I wasn’t talking about sex, actually. Couture has massage therapy, a pool and sauna. Stuff like that. And if you’re into it, you can take some fashion courses. We’ve got everything from beginning sewing to 3D design programs.”
“Oh, I see.” Mortification flooded into her. It wasn’t his fault that he made her think of sex. Sex had been pretty much nonexistent for her lately. If she wasn’t working, David was too high to get it up. Whenever he was sober, she was too tired. No wonder they self-combusted. She should call him. Maybe if he got help . . . Mallory closed her eyes and shook her head. She knew better than to indulge in that fantasy. “Can I ask you a favor?”
“Do you have a car?”
“Yes,” Max drew out the word and looked at her quizzically.
“I need to pick up stuff from my apartment. David is there. I’m going to call him and have him meet me at a restaurant somewhere far enough away that I can get in and out before he knows he’s been tricked.”
“Not a good idea,” Max said.
“I’m not actually going to meet him, but it will get him out of the apartment long enough so I can go in, grab my things, and get out.”
“How will you know he actually goes to the restaurant?”
“That’s where you come in.”
“I’m not tailing your ex.” Max folded his arms across his chest.
“No, we’ll drive to my apartment in your car and park a block or so away. I’ll call him, and when he leaves we can go in.”
“I’m going to have to clear it with Colleen.”
“Can we do it tonight?”
“Let me run it by her. Wait here.” He wiped his mouth on his napkin and slid out of the booth.
Mallory flagged down the waiter to borrow a pen and started to make a list of the things she needed to pick up. With Max as a bodyguard, she wouldn’t feel uneasy about going back for the vintage Lancel purse that she had worked two jobs the summer of her sophomore year to afford. Plus it would make getting started up on her own that much easier if she had her own things. Mallory marveled at the changes inside her. It felt good to be heading back toward normal.
Max came back a few minutes later.
“That was quick.”
“She said no effing way.”
“But . . .” Mallory started to protest.
He held up his hand. “She said give her a list of the things you want and where they are and your house keys. She’ll send a security team in to get the items and deal with David if he’s there.”
Mallory blinked. That was a much better and safer idea. Leave it to her sister. Still, she felt a little deflated at having the situation so easily handled. “Colleen’s not going to the apartment herself, is she?”
“I got that impression.”
“David can’t stand her.”
“The feeling’s mutual from what I gathered. For what it’s worth, Istvahn is having her stay in the car unless David is there.”
“Istvahn is the doorman?” Mallory asked.
“He’s the head of security.”
“What if David is there? I should call him and pretend I want to meet up with him.”
“I don’t think Colleen wants you to have any contact with him.”
Mallory chafed at Colleen telling her what to do. She wasn’t a kid. Besides, she felt safe to talk to David when she was in a gated community with a guardhouse. “What can he do to me over the phone? When are they leaving?”
“As soon as they get the list and your keys.”
“Let’s go, then. I’m sick of feeling like a victim. This might not solve my relationship problems, but I won’t feel like such a refugee.”
Max reached across the table and held her hand. “It can wait until after you’ve eaten.”
She blinked back tears. “I’m fine.” But she wasn’t really. She was shaking.
“You need to take time for yourself. I see a lot of doctors come through here that forget that they need to take care of themselves as well.”
He rubbed his thumb across her knuckles in what he probably thought was a soothing gesture. Little did he know that was the most erotic contact she’d had in months.

Author Bio’s
Jamie K. Schmidt has published more than thirty short stories in small-press journals and e-zines. She’s an active member in the Romance Writers of America, serving as the president for her local chapter in Connecticut. When not writing, she relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry. She sells her handcrafted items at the Dudley Farm during the summer.

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