Meet Cute or Cute Meat? by Aleah Barley #GuestPost #Giveaway

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When West Virginia wild-child Glory Allen gets caught in the middle of a kidnapping attempt, she has to decide if rescuing the sexy Luke Tanner is worth risking her life. Especially after the high and mighty casino magnate just accused her of cheating in his casino.

Her decision to help, causes Luke to step into her hometown to develop a community that doesn’t need improvement—a community Glory’s gambling earnings were meant to save—and Glory can’t help but question her judgment, because the chemistry between them is about to explode, and it has nothing to do with the Vegas thugs hot on their trail.

Now Glory is stuck helping Luke figure out who set him up and what to do about their own burning attraction…before Glory’s hometown, and her life, are lost for good.

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Length: 250 pages
Release Date: October 28, 2013
ISBN: 978-1-62266-084-1

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The Excerpt

Leaving Las Vegas Cover

Bang. Another gunshot sounded, followed by the sound of a soaring symphony and a bubbling aria as opera suddenly poured out of the car’s speakers. She must have turned on the radio while scrabbling about. Great. Just great.

Her body tensed. One foot went down on the clutch; she slammed the car into gear, shifting smoothly from second to third. The man listened to opera? They shouldn’t be inhabiting the same zip code, let alone the same car. The Vanquish leaped forward, peeling into the alleyway as the sound of seventy-six trombones overrode the radio.

Crap. Either a high school band had chosen that moment to march down the next street over or Glory’s cell phone was going off. The ringtone meant her no-good, dirty, rotten cousin Benji was calling.

Everyone in town liked Benji. They liked his charming manners, his bright good looks, and the firework show he put on at Black Lake every Fourth of July.

Glory knew better. Benji just liked to blow stuff up.

And he was staying at her house. Well, to be technical, her trailer. Vintage 1970s with all original harvest-gold appliances. A nice place, but not built to withstand casual explosions. She could only hope her roof would be intact by the time she got back home.

She flicked a quick glance in the rearview mirror. Was that a black SUV she saw? “What’s the quickest way we can get to the main road?” she asked. “Heading east.”

“No such thing as east. Just Utah or Arizona.”

“Arizona,” she said a little too loud. Like she wasn’t quite sure. “We’re going to Arizona.”

“Wait—‘we’? There’s no ‘we’ here. I barely know you,” Luke said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve never depended on the kindness of strangers, either. But here we are.” She downshifted, slowing the car as she came to the end of the alleyway. Right or left?

“I gave you a car and you saved my life,” he said. “So I suppose we’re no longer strangers.”

“I don’t even know your last name. Seems pretty strange to me.”

“In that case, let me introduce myself. Properly. I’m Luke Morrison,” he said, his voice low, gravelly.

Left. Seemed a good enough gamble. She slowed, turned left onto a side street, and caught his soft smile out of the corner of her eye as she made the turn. Luke Morrison. It was a good name, strong and capable like the man. He’d given her something, trusting her with his name. She could give him the same courtesy in return.

She hit the gas and the car rocketed forward, throwing them both back against the seats, then said, “I’m Gloria Allen. People call me Glory. My father was a preacher. My mama ate MoonPies while she was pregnant. My sisters are crazy as hell. And while we’re driving around yapping, my cousin’s probably blowing my house to kingdom come.”

The Guest Post

“Howdy folks, this is Glory.” The brunette taps on the microphone once, twice.

“And I’m Luke.” The man standing beside her is tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His posture makes it clear that he’s used to being in control. He sticks his hands in the pockets of his tailored pants.

“We’re the main characters of Leaving Las Vegas, and we’re here to tell you about how we met.”

“I accused Glory of cheating at cards. After that it was hate at first sight, but when a showgirl tried to take me hostage, we ended up in the front seat of my Aston Martin Vanquish traveling across America.”

“I was only interested in one thing—“

“My ass?” Luke interrupts, green eyes flashing.

“Getting the money I needed to save my hometown back in West Virginia.” Glory’s wearing a yellow sundress. Her lips are twisted up into a bright smile. “I know you were expecting to hear from Aleah—she is the author after all—but she’s having a bit of a lie down. In her daily life, she’s a researcher with an itty bitty apartment in Detroit and a cat that takes up most of her space. She’s not used to this kind of excitement.” A guilty grin crosses her face. “Especially since we’ve been following along.” She reaches into her bag. “I’ve got her notes here somewhere.”

“Who needs notes?” Luke asks. “The topic is ‘Meet Cute or Cute Meat.’ I’m the cute meat.” He grins, displaying strong white teeth that gleam in the sunlight. Somewhere in the back of the audience, girls are swooning. The way he’s looking at them—smiling at them—a shudder runs through the crowd. Damn, he’s a good looking man. Sex on legs, and used to getting his way. Even if Glory did turn him down a few times before falling head over heels.

Glory rolls her eyes. She’s found the cards. She pulls them out and begins to read carefully. “’Anytime your characters talk to each other their has to be a sizzle. But when they first meet their needs to be a spark. It’s not just about sexual tension and sexual attraction—‘” She drops the cards. “Damn straight. When we met. I wanted to tear your head off. Saying I was cheating at cards—“

“You were cheating at cards.“

“That’s a matter for debate,” she huffs. “Talking about me like you were the most powerful man in the room—“

“I was the most powerful man in the room.” He winks at the crowd, clearly pleased with himself. “I’m always the most powerful man in the room, and I always get what I want.” His hand reaches out, long fingers trailing down Glory’s spine. The reformed billionaire playboy ready to prove that he still has what it takes to be bad. “Want to guess what that is?”

The energy between the two of them is electric. The air practically sizzles. There’s definitely a spark.

What about you? What do you like to see at the beginning of a romance? A meet cute where the characters are instantly in love? Or a rush of different kind of emotions that builds?

About Aleah Barley
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Author Picture - Aleah BarleyAleah Barley is an author of funny (she hopes) contemporary romances. After recently moving to Detroit, she discovered that the rumors are true: it is a post-apocalyptic wasteland full of abandoned buildings, zombies, and hipster coffee shops that don’t open before nine in the morning. It’s also a great place to live.



She spends her days working hard to make the world a better place and her nights writing about kick-ass women who live life to the fullest and the men who love them.

She’ll do anything for a box of chocolates. Or ice cream. Seriously. Try her.

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