Tattered Pages welcomes Suzanne Rose, the heroine from Love Potion Me, Baby! the latest, fabulous release from Amie Louellen! I was lucky enough to receive the following letter from Suzanne, who shares with us a little bit about her story and the delicious Brice Van Sant! Please do leave us a comment. I heard Suzanne may take a break from her busy schedule to stop by for a visit! In the meantime, here's a little bit more about her...
A Letter From Suzanne Rose
Is it wrong to believe in fairy tales? I don’t think so. I grew up hearing stories of handsome princes and snowy white steeds. But I had almost given up on ever finding the man made just for me until I met Brice Van Sant.Multi-millionaire, sullen attitude, fabulous kisser, Brice is definitely in the prince category, but it’s more complicated than that.
I guess I’d better start at the beginning. I was visiting my sister at her job. Christy works for Johnston Carmichael Pharmaceuticals which just so happens to be Brice’s family business. I’d brought Christy a bottle of my homemade herbal shampoos.
How was I supposed to know Brice would drink it? And I definitely had no idea it would act as a love potion. So how was I to know that his proposal was made in a drug altered haze? He swept me off my feet. So of course, I’d thought I’d found my own true prince. And I married him. Except the next day he couldn’t remember my name, much less that we’d gotten married. And that’s when my handsome prince turned into a toad.And it got even worse. He decided that he needed the formula for his company and didn’t believe that I never write them down. Brice is nothing but persistent and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse—stay married to him and pretend to be happily married while I recover the shampoo’s ingredients, or he’d fire my sister. Big, fat toad.
I learned a lot about Brice in those first few weeks. And the man I thought was an ogre turned out to be a man with dreams and desires just like the rest of us. Except Brice’s dreams had been crushed long ago. He said he didn’t believe in love, but I couldn’t let it go there. After all, I was half in love with him even before we met.Now I only have until I discover all the shampoo’s ingredients to make him see that love truly is a chance worth taking. And with any luck, I won’t lose my heart to him forever. Not only to the Brice that everyone sees, but to the wonderful prince he really is.
—Suzanne
Okay, y'all, here's the blurb and the excerpt!!
Suzanne Rose never intended for Brice Van Sant to drink a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo. And she certainly didn’t expect an impromptu marriage proposal from the hunky CEO. After an incredible wedding night, Brice wakes unable to remember his bride’s name or why he proposed.
Too late they realize the bright blue shampoo is responsible. Almost like...a love potion!
Brice doesn’t believe in love. But as chief executive of the area’s largest pharmaceutical company, he needs that formula. He strong-arms Suzanne into reproducing it for him, demanding that she pretend they are happily married until it's recovered.
As Suzanne struggles to remember the shampoo’s ingredients and forget their perfect wedding night, she finds herself falling for her husband. Can she convince Brice that love is a chance worth taking before she loses her heart to him forever?
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She smiled, and Brice felt the warmth go straight through him. She had a home-town, girl-next-door look that somehow made a man forget things he was better off remembering. Like the promises Brice had made to himself when his father left. Like the fact that if he made love to Suzanne again it would be disastrous for everyone involved.
Let her go, his internal voice commanded.
Brice’s legs started to move, his feet taking step after step until he reached her side.
“I had fun,” she replied.
Tell her goodnight. And walk away.
“You’re a natural,” he said instead. “You should play more often.”
“Maybe I will."
He could see questions in her eyes, questions he didn’t want to answer.
Without permission from his brain, his hand reached up and loosened the towel covering her hair. Damp, copper-colored curls, sprang free from their confinement and bounced across his fingers. “Maybe you will,” he repeated.Turn away. And whatever you do, don’t kiss her.
“Tell me to stop,” Brice demanded in a husky whisper as his head lowered closer and closer toward her luscious mouth. “Tell me.”
"I can’t,” she said and raised her lips to meet his.Brice could no more prevent the kiss than he could re-route the sun. The caress was destiny or fate or serendipity. Kismet. It was out of his control. Never before had anything taken such complete command of his mind and body. Nothing except for a cup of blue shampoo and its redheaded maker who haunted his every waking moment.
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Love Potion Me, Baby by Amie Louellen
Available now from the Wild Rose Press
