Tagline: He’s the last thing she wants…but the only thing she needs.
Willa Peet isn’t interested in love. She’s been there, done that, and has the shattered heart to prove it. Ready to shake the breakup, she heads to Dublin, Ireland. But there’s a problem. A dark-haired, blue-eyed problem with a bad attitude that rivals her own. And he’s not doling out friendly Irish welcomes.
Shane Claymore just wants to race. The death of his father forced him off the Formula One circuit, but he’s only staying in Dublin long enough to sell the Claymore Inn and get things in order for his mother and younger sister. He never expected the sarcastic American girl staying at the inn to make him question everything.
But even as Willa and Shane’s fiery natures draw them together, their pasts threaten to rip them apart. Can Shane give up racing to be with the woman he loves, or will Willa’s quest to resurrect the tough-talking, no-shit-taking girl she used to be destroy any hope of a future together?
How I was Shaped by Romance by Tessa Bailey
When I was fourteen, I was a massive tomboy. I played on the basketball team, I rarely wore anything but a hoodie and converse. Friend-zoned does not even begin to describe what my love interests did to me. I was so far from the friend zone, I couldn’t even see it. As of freshman year of high school, I hadn’t yet become comfortable with my own body. I felt things for boys, but I didn’t know what they meant. Probably because my mother found sexuality uncomfortable and never discussed it with me. Still hasn’t, actually, although she probably assumes I have it figured out, being that I’m married with a three year old. Oh, and I’m an erotic romance writer.
So. Freshman year of high school rolled around and I was informed I would be spending Spring Break in Maine. A family reunion, with a side of the family I’d never met. Girl’s only. What the f#$%? I was not happy. As teenagers are known to do, I simply had to make my displeasure known. I grabbed a book of my grandmother’s shelf and locked myself in her guest room. That book was Hidden Fires by Sandra Brown. I didn’t come out of the room for two days.
I remember every word of that book. Set in Texas in the 1800s, Jared and Lauren were the characters. There was an evil mom, too. I’m only just wondering if that’s where I got my habit of creating evil maternal figures. Hmm. And most importantly – there was sex! I think I reread the sex scenes about ten times each. Those aren’t the only parts I read more than once, though. There was an amazing grovel scene, a scene where the hero thinks the heroine might die. Oh, the feelings! It felt like something inside me had been let loose.
As crazy as it sounds, romance novels played a major part in me being comfortable with my body, accepting the feelings that I’d possibly been a little unsure of, or even ashamed of, up until that point in my life. People always ask me what I’m going to do when my daughter grows up and wants to read one of my books. I tell them I’m going to throw a party. :-)
Author Bio: Tessa lives in Brooklyn, New York with her husband and young daughter. When she isn’t writing or reading romance, Tessa enjoys a good argument and thirty-minute recipes.