Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Fixer by Helenkay Dimon - Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway

The Fixer by HelenKay Dimon is out now! Check out this sexy romance today! Follow the tour and grab your copy today!

He’s known only as Wren. A wealthy, dangerously secretive man, he specializes in making problems disappear. A professional fixer, Wren hides a dark past, but his privacy is shattered when Emery Finn seeks him out—and what she wants from him is very personal.

Some people disappear against their will. Emery’s job is to find them and bring closure. Wren is the only person who can help solve Emery’s own personal mystery: the long-ago disappearance of her cousin. Just tracking down the sexy, brooding Wren is difficult enough. Resisting her body’s response to him will prove completely impossible.

Anonymity is essential to Wren’s success, yet drawn by Emery’s loyalty and sensuality, he’s pulled out of the shadows. But her digging is getting noticed by the wrong people. And as the clues start to point to someone terrifyingly close, Wren will have to put his haunted past aside to protect the woman he loves.

She spied him at the coffee shop table in the back by the bathroom. He sat with two cups in front of him, looking at something on his phone.
She should have figured he’d top off a night of expert going down on her with coffee. The man did savor his caffeine.
As she walked through the line of people and got closer, she tried not to think about how her body had moved under him. Or that tongue. At least he proved one thing—he was not all work and no play. The man knew his way around a woman. Understood pleasure and was not one bit selfish in bed.
She pulled out the chair across from him, wincing when it screeched across the floor, and sat down. “You’re here.”
He put the cell down. One button click and the screen went dark. “Where should I be?”
“Excellent question.”
He looked delicious. The bright green tie perfectly matched his eyes. He had the dark suit on and wore a slight smile. He looked more relaxed than during their usual meetings. A little more approachable, maybe.
When the conversation stopped, he sat back in his chair and watched her. His gaze never wavered. “I’m not clear what’s happening right now.”
That described most of her relationship with him. “How does it feel to be lost in the conversation? Strange, right?”
“Maybe we should start over.” He pushed the one coffee cup closer to her. “This is for you.”
Every movement, every time he shifted or his fingers wrapped around something new, something inside her crackled. She felt every gesture as if he were touching her.
“Is that what you want? After last night, I mean.” She hadn’t really meant to say that. To just bring up the evening without the customary chatting and flirting first.
His smile faded a bit. “I feel as if I missed a text.”
She was starting to think she was the only one walking around in a haze today. If this whole crackle thing only ran one way she was going to be really embarrassed. So, she tried again. “I wondered if you’d do that whole hard-to-get thing.”
“Does that really strike you as something I’d do?” His eyebrow lifted as he took a sip from his cup.
She conducted a quick glance around. Some people waited in line. Others pushed and shoved their way around the congested shop. No one seemed to notice them, but she leaned in and dropped her voice anyway. “Some men get weird after sex.”
He leaned in, meeting her halfway across the small table. “Technically, we didn’t have sex.”
The teasing words eased some of the tension zipping around inside her. “How would you describe it?”
Part of her really wanted him to describe it. To go into great detail and maybe foreshadow what other bedroom tricks he possessed. The rest of her wanted to push him. There was something about him sitting there, all proper and businesslike, that made her feel extra naughty.
“From the look on your face I assume you don’t think I’ll talk dirty in public.” He slid his arm across the table and turned his hand palm up. “You are absolutely wrong.”
She wanted to take the dare and reach out and touch him. “Doesn’t seem to fit with that fancy suit.”
“Don’t let the jacket fool you.”
“Oh, really?” She gave in and traced her fingertips over the lines on his palm.
His fingers curled around hers, but he kept the touch light. “Underneath is an actual man.”
“Do tell.” And she meant that in every way. He’d shared something so personal, so difficult, for him. Now she craved more.
“Who wants to see you naked again.”
All the air left her body. She could almost hear the whooshing sound. “Subtle.” 

HelenKay Dimon spent the years before becoming a romance author as a...divorce attorney. Not the usual transition, she knows. Good news is she now writes full time and is much happier. She has sold over forty novels and novellas to numerous publishers, including HarperCollins, Kensington, Harlequin, Penguin Random House, Riptide and Carina Press. Her nationally bestselling and award-winning books have been showcased in numerous venues and her books have twice been named "Red-Hot Reads" and excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine. She is on the Board of Directors of the Romance Writers of America and teaches fiction writing at UC San Diego and MiraCosta College. You can learn more at her website:

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