Praise for USA Today bestselling author Nancy Warren!
âCleverly written with wonderfully drawn characters, humor and great sex all make Under the Influence a winner.â âRT Book Reviews Top Pick!
âToo Hot to Handle is funny, sexy and romantic. I loved it.â âRT Book Reviews.
âToo Hot To Handle is a great read. Nancy Warren is firmly on my must-read-more-by-this-author list ⦠If you want to read romance with a contemporary feel, try Blaze®.â âRike Horstmann All About Romance. Desert Isle Keeper review
âUnder the Influence is a fun, sexy and refreshingly modern version of the classic tale of opposites attracting.â âKatie Mack, All About Romance, Desert Isle Keeper review
âNancy Warren is definitely on âmy authors to watchâ list. Karen and Dex are characters that you instantly fall in love with. Dex is the man you want in your bed. Ladies, he knows his woman wellâher likes, dislikes, wants, and needs. Now thatâs a man we want.â
âFresh Fiction review of The Ex Factor
âThis wonderful story has everything the reader could wantâhot sex, laughter and truths that hit home.â
âRT Book Reviews on Powerplay
Dear Reader,
Back when I used to be a freelance journalist, one of my jobs was to interview every one of the Vancouver Canucks for a feature in their magazine. It was a great gig. I got to meet the players and often their wives and families in their homes and really got a sneak peek at what their lives are like off the ice and out of the spotlight. The truth? Most of them were nice family men who happen to have a really great job. Oh, yeah, they were also fit, tall and hot!
When I came to write Face-Off I wanted to give a sense of a hockey family, so I created two smoking hot hockey-playing brothers and a sister whoâs always had to be a little bit tough to keep up with them. Naturally, each of them will be challenged both on and off the ice as they face their fears and find loveâwhether they are looking for it or not.
I hope you enjoy Face-Off. As always, I love to hear from you. Come visit me on the web at http://www.nancywarren.net
Happy reading,
Nancy Warren
âONE MORE TIME, BIG J, scrape that blade down your face and look into the camera like this is the greatest shave of your life,â the enthusiastic director instructed him as though this was the first take of the shaving commercial and not the eighth.
Jarrad McBride experienced a flash of annoyance. He knew the guy was only doing his job, but he hated being called Big J. It was a hockey-player nickname, and he wasnât a hockey player anymore. What he was, was a guy who peddled shaving cream and toothpaste on TV. He had no idea why anybody would buy shaving cream âcause a guy who used to shoot pucks down the ice appeared on their flat screen and told them to, but heâd long ago worked out that the world was a crazy place, and L.A. was the epicenter of crazy.
âIf you keep him lathered up much longer heâs going to get a rash,â Lester Salisbury said. Lester was his manager and the reason for all these âpromotional opportunities.â He was smart and knew Jarrad well enough that heâd picked up on the annoyance, even if heâd misinterpreted the cause.
âThatâs okay, Les. If I got paid this much money every time I shaved, Iâd be a wealthy man.â
âYouâre already a wealthy man,â Les reminded him as the young woman whose job it was to display the cream to best advantage on his face danced up and smoothed the edges with careful finger swirls as though she was icing a cake.
She was pretty, with flyaway blond hair and innocent blue eyes. Jarrad should hit on her, he knew that. Partly because of his reputation and also because of the way sheâd shot a couple of half scared, half hopeful glances at him; she obviously expected it. He didnât want to let her down, but he really didnât have the energy.
Still, he didnât want to hurt her feelings. âThanks, Jill,â he said.
Her eyes widened. âYou remembered my name?â
In fact, he had a great memory, he remembered the names of a lot of people heâd like to forget as well as his near and dear, and when people drifted in and out of his lifeâas an astonishing number seemed to doâhe tried to pay attention at least while they were in his orbit.
Jill seemed like a nice enough girl, but he could see sheâd bore him in an evening. He suspected that if she didnât get hit on by a guy of his reputation, sheâd take it the wrong way. âHow could I forget someone who takes care of me so well,â he said, smiling. Then, for the ninth time, he picked up the razor and stared into the movie camera.