Drew Evans is a winner. Handsome and arrogant, he makes multimillion dollar business deals and seduces New York’s most beautiful women with just a smile. He has loyal friends and an indulgent family. So why has he been shuttered in his apartment for seven days, miserable and depressed?
He’ll tell you he has the flu.
But we all know that’s not really true.
Katherine Brooks is brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. She refuses to let anything - or anyone - derail her path to success. When Kate is hired as the new associate at Drew’s father’s investment banking firm, every aspect of the dashing playboy’s life is thrown into a tailspin. The professional competition she brings is unnerving, his attraction to her is distracting, his failure to entice her into his bed is exasperating.
Then, just when Drew is on the cusp of having everything he wants, his overblown confidence threatens to ruin it all. Will he be able untangle his feelings of lust and tenderness, frustration and fulfillment? Will he rise to the most important challenge of his life?
Can Drew Evans win at love?
Tangled is not your mother’s romance novel. It is an outrageous, passionate, witty narrative about a man who knows a lot about women…just not as much as he thinks he knows. As he tells his story, Drew learns the one thing he never wanted in life, is the only thing he can’t live without.
Okay so I don't know about you but I am dying for this book and when Emma asked me to post a teaser I dam near died! First the cover screams READ ME and second the blurb had me at Drew seduces New York's Women with a smile! So without further ado here is a teaser from Andrew.
Being Snarky and for the Sexy Teaser please go to Kaidans Seduction http://kaidansseduction.blogspot.com/2013/04/teaser-from-tangled-by-emma-chase.html
And with that, he’s out the door. Leaving Kate and I sitting on the couch, our expressions dazed, like survivors of a nuclear blast.
“‘No, Mr. Evans, of course not,’” I whine. “Could you be any more of a kiss-ass?”
She hisses, “Shut up, Andrew.” Then she sighs. “What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“Well, you could do the noble thing and bow out.” Yeah—like that’ll happen.
“In your dreams.”
I smirk. “Actually my dreams involve you bending over something…not bowing.”
By day, Emma Chase is a devoted wife and mother of two who resides in a small, rural town in New Jersey. By night she is a keyboard crusader, toiling away the hours to bring her colorful characters and their endless antics to life. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.
Emma is an avid reader. Before her children were born she was known to consume whole books in a single day. Writing has also always been a passion and with the 2013 release of her debut romantic comedy, Tangled, the ability to now call herself an author is nothing less than a dream come true.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
I’m a lucky guy.
No—that’s not quite right. I actually don’t believe in luck.
Luck is for losers, who need a mysterious and unseen force to blame when shit doesn’t go their way. I don’t hope or wait for good things to happen to me—I make them happen. I put myself in the right place at exactly the right time.
So, what I really mean is…I’m a fortunate guy. Like the song says, life’s been good to me so far.
I’m grateful for what I have, and I enjoy what I’ve earned. And I think it’s important to give something back. Every superstar does. Some build inner-city youth centers, others start summer camps or provide scholarships. They have their pet projects, I have mine.
Which would be all of you.
See, there’s a lot I know about…well…everything. Sex, business, how guys think, why women don’t make sense, life, sex, love, the best way to raise children, relationships. Did I mention sex?
True, my first-person familiarity with the relationship category is a little thin—but in case you haven’t heard, I’m an observant guy. Which means even if I haven’t experienced it myself, I’ve seen the drama of relationships play out around me enough to know what makes them work and what fucking kills them.
And because I have such a vast array of knowledge, I feel it’s my moral and patriotic duty to pass that on to all of you. To aid the little people, help the less fortunate. No offense.
But—keep in mind—I’m probably not going to be nice about it. It’s just not my style.
If you want someone to hold your hand and tell you you’re a perfect little snowflake and all your problems are everyone else’s fault, just keep on clicking that mouse. I don’t sugarcoat or gloss over; the only time I kiss an ass is during foreplay. I tell the straight-up, how it is, you may frigging hate me afterwards, but you’ll be better off in spite of yourself—truth. No apologies, no goddamn regrets.
And don’t expect any wink-winks or stupid fucking smiley faces either. Do I look like a teenage girl to you?
So, here’s how it works: You write in, down there in the comment section. Cry me your rivers, ask me your questions—and I will give you answers. Don’t be shy. I’m certainly not.
We’re all friends here.
Okay, that’s not exactly true. But this is the Internet—it’s anonymous. You’ll never actually frigging meet anyone who’s reading this in real life. So feel free to ask even your most embarrassing questions, expose your deepest fears or worst experiences.
I won’t make fun of you for it. Scout’s honor.
But seriously, you should take advantage of this opportunity. If you’re a woman—this is your chance to finally figure out what men are thinking and why we act like we do. If you’re a guy—this is your opportunity to learn from a man who’s never struck out and who always leaves them smiling.
So don’t be a fucking moron. Ask me. Use me. I’m at your service.
Ladies—feel free to interpret that last sentence any way you like.