Talking Dirty (Fortune Colorado #2) Jennifer Seasons - Blog Tour, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway

It’s not like they’re baring their hearts. Right?

Talking Dirty

Fortune Colorado #2

Jennifer Seasons

Released Jan 3rd, 2017

Avon Books

Jake Stone has always been an outsider, even in his hometown. As the misfit son of the town drunk and a descendant of Fortune’s mysterious founders, he’s spent his whole life not living up to expectations. So when Apple Woodman comes poking her pert little nose around his business, trying to sniff out juicy bits for a book she’s writing on the town’s history, he decides he’s had enough. He’ll give her the answers, at a price: one piece of clothing for every question. If the town’s good girl librarian wants the dirt on this bad boy then she’s going to have to bare all to get it.

Nothing is going to stop Apple from achieving her dream of being a published author, not even surly Jake Stone. She’s got a hefty advance to make good on and a looming deadline, and the last bit of crucial information she needs is being held hostage by the infuriating man. But Apple believes in equality between the sexes and she’s not going to be the only one playing along—he’s going to have to take it all off too. They’re only clothes; it’s not like they’re baring their hearts. Right?

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Chapter One

“You know what your problem is?” 

Apple Woodman smiled victoriously; glad she’d finally gotten close enough to Jake Stone for him to hear her from across the short stretch of sidewalk separating them in downtown Fortune, Colorado.  Shuffling the bag of produce she’d just purchased from the local Co-op, she settled the fabric straps on her shoulder and frowned at his broad, muscular back.  Not that she was noticing that it was muscular or anything.  “You’re not a nice person.”

There, she’d finally said it.  That had been floating around inside her for weeks.

Wow, she felt so much better.

“That hurts my feelings.”  The man turned around and had the gall to say with a blatantly fake hurt-puppy expression on his handsome face. 

“You know, if it weren’t against everything I’ve been taught about how a person treated others, I’d kick you in the shins so hard right now.”  Annoyance flooded Apple.  Most of it was directed at the most aggravating male in the entire known universe.  The man had mad skills when it came to driving women crazy. 

She should know.  Jake Stone had been under her skin and scrambling her brains since before the last ice age.  Once, just once, she’d like to have all her mental faculties fully functioning in his presence long enough to tell him exactly what she’d thought of him since kindergarten. 

Or well, mostly everything. 

No way would she ever admit that another tiny little part of her was also currently annoyed at herself for considering him “handsome”.  She should be so over that about him by now.

Turning her attention back to his tall, broad-shouldered form, Apple scrunched her nose against the sun and shaded her eyes with a hand just in time to see the unrighteous gleam in his eye as he taunted her. “I dare you to even try that, woman.  Here, I’ll hold a shin up for you to kick.”  He raised a jean-clad leg and waggled it slowly at her.  She could only scowl at him because she was stuck somewhere between flabbergasted and infuriated, instead of making some fabulously pithy comeback like she’d prefer.  Jake must have taken that as a sign of defeat because a low rumble of humor came from him and he smirked, dropping his leg back down.  “You couldn’t hurt a hornet if it stung you on your ass, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that.”  Apple instantly defended, frowning at him.  She conveniently ignored the fact that he’d called her “sweetheart” and the responding quiver that had darted through her lower abdomen.

Sigh.

Back to the point: simply because they’d known each other since forever didn’t mean he actually knew her.  Not one single bit.   If there’d been a time that she might have wished differently, that time was long past.  Like, ancient as the Indus Valley past.

There was only one thing she wanted from him now—and it was purely business.  One hundred percent.  So on the up-and-up platonic end of things that it was beyond vanilla.

And the damned man wasn’t cooperating.  Hadn’t even budged. 

Which was ridiculous.  It was vanilla, for crissake.   Totally harmless.  Who would be afraid of harmless? 

Jake raked a hand through his hair recently cut hair and sighed, his brown eyes oddly dark and restless on her before they slid away.  “You’re wrong there, Apple.”  His gruff voice held an edge she didn’t understand any more than that look he’d just given her. 

“Nice haircut, by the way.”  She retorted because it was the only thing she could come up with.  Lame, but what else could she expect?  He had a way of reducing her to juvenile, brainless behavior. 

“You like it?”  He shot her a grin and winked, his eyes dancing with sudden humor.  Angsty one minute, amused the next.  She swore the man’s moods shifted faster than the Colorado weather.  “Thought it was time for a change.”

Apple couldn’t help it.  She snorted.  Right out loud on Main Street with pedestrians strolling by.  “Hah! Since when do you do change?”  He might not know her as well as she once might have wished he did, but she for sure knew him.  He hated change. It was like a dirty word to him. Simply look at the women he dated.  They were all exactly the same—and had been since his first girlfriend, Scarlet Floozy from way back in junior high school (Not her actual name, sadly.).

That thought had her frown deepening.  Why couldn’t he just do what she wanted so she could stop harassing him?  Stalking wasn’t her most flattering behavior.  But darn it, the blasted man had reduced her to it. 

Jake braced his long, heavily muscled legs apart and crossed his arms, his biceps flexing in a rather flattering, masculine way—she supposed.  She’d barely noticed.  Her eyes were firmly glued to where the ponytail he’d worn for the past twenty years had been.   Now his sun-bleached light brown hair was a lush, tousled mass that stopped just short of his collar.  She had to admit that it was a little shocking to see him with the short hair.  If she’d thought his features rugged before, the new haircut made them even more so.

His brown eyes were locked on her, his expression unreadable.  “You’d be surprised by what I can do, Apple.  You’ve always underestimated me.”

It's been a while since I read the first book in the series where I was first introduced to Jack and Apple. They've never been anything but friends, but they sure know how to push each others buttons. I was really surprised that no one in town realized that all of their bickering was actually them fighting their feelings and all that chemistry between them. Things start to change between them when her quest for Jake to give her his family's history turns into a game of strip questions. Apple is a forever kind of girl who dreams of the perfect husband and lots of babies, while Jake is known for jumping from one girl to the next. Apple is the only woman who has ever made him want more, but his family secrets may cost him the woman he loves. There was fun and laughter, hot and sexy moments, and lots of feels in this one. I enjoyed coming back to Fortune, Colorado and the Bachelors of Fortune.

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.

Q&A with Jennifer Seasons

Describe yourself in five words or less. 

My daughter just wrote an essay about me for school and used the words “kind-hearted, friendly, charming, calm and cheerful” to describe me.  I’d say that’s pretty accurate (and super sweet of her).

Can you tell us a little about your book? 

I would love to! TALKING DIRTY is a fabulous friends-to-lovers story about two people who’ve been driving each other crazy for forever.  Apple is a big-hearted, shy librarian who dreams of being a published author. There’s only one thing standing in the way of her making that dream come true: Jake Stone.  Fortune, Colorado’s bad boy pub owner who’s holding hostage the key information she needs to finish her book. To get him talking, she agrees to one seriously revealing arrangement.

It’s a story full of fun, heart, steamy sexy times—and big love.  You don’t want to miss it, trust me.

What 5 things should readers know about you?

1. I will fight you—and fight dirty—for chocolate. MINE. Enough said.

2. I love baking.  It’s my happy place.  If I’m stressed, sad, restless, anxious, or having a bad day, baking up a batch of cookies or bread makes me feel enormously better.  It’s hard to stay glum while munching your way through a freshly made batch of blueberry muffins.

3. The hardest thing about being an author for me is that I’m an incredibly shy person—a true introvert.  Getting out there on social media and mixing it up takes a lot of energy. As such, my kids are more popular and social than I am.  Heh. J  Have patience with me, all.

4. Every weekend when my husband takes the minivan to the store to buy groceries, I pack the garbage and drive the SUV to the dump.  How’s that for empowering gender role reversals? J

5. I can ride a horse, speak Spanish, dance the waltz, sing Latin requiems, paint like Matisse, build a wooden fence, rope a cow, run a backhoe tractor like a pro, and hold conferences with Rwandan officials without breaking a sweat.  But I can’t—and I mean I can’t—whistle. That skill is way beyond me.    

Do you have any advice to give to aspiring writers?

Ha! Boy, do I. You ready?  Here it is: Not everyone is going to get your work, or like it.  That’s okay. It really is! Diversity of thought is a good thing.  Don’t ever internalize criticism you receive as some measure of your self-worth or ability. It isn’t.  It just isn’t.  You created something.  From nothing, and your own imagination.  That’s freaking amazing!  So write the stories you want in your way, with characters who you can appreciate, and let the rest be.  Trust me, it’s easier this way--and you’ll keep your sanity. ;-)

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans? 

Thank you so much for reading my stories! Because of you all, I get to do what I love—and that’s create stories filled with characters I truly adore.  It’s a wonderful thing to know you adore them too. 

JENNIFER SEASONS has been a lifelong writer and reader. She lives with her husband and four children in the mountains of rural New England. An enormous, yet lovable dog and the world’s coolest cat keeps them company. When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family outdoors exploring her beautiful new home state, learning the joys of organic gardening-and if she’s lucky, relaxing in her hammock under the trees with a really good book. You can find her online at Facebook. 

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