CONTEST WEEK!!

This week, Love In Electric Blue releases from Samhain. It's the third and final book in my Westlake series, at least for the foreseeable future, and I'm totally excited to see it come alive. 

To celebrate the release, I'm having a week-long giveaway. Each day will be a different prize, winners announced daily. 

For Monday...
For a chance to win an e-copy of Love In Electric Blue, read the excerpt, then answer the following question. 

What is Remy's uncle's name?

Leave the answer with your email address in the comments section for a chance to win. Winner announced Monday night, 8pm PST.
 

EXCERPT
Arriving to work a half hour late, she darted past security with a wave and gave the elevator a little extra juice to move faster. Exiting onto her floor, she brushed past Cole Sainte, her boss’s nephew and one of the firm’s top investigators, and ignored his raised brow.

Like he’d never been a few minutes late. Of course, she’d made it a habit of always being early, doing her best to earn her keep. But she thought she’d done a fairly decent job as Buchanan Investigations’ IT rep.

She hurried to her office and stopped short at the sight of a yellow sticky note. A summons from her boss. Terrific.

Racing down the hall and up the stairs, she made her way to his office. At a nod from his secretary, she knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he barked, not sounding at all happy.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, trying to catch her breath, and gave him a hesitant smile.

As always, Max Buchanan looked dashing, his dark hair threaded with bits of silver, his features enhanced by the power that caged him like a living thing. He could read minds and influence thought. But, frankly, he was a hot mess when it came to network security, spreadsheets and databases. She hoped her skill with electronics would compensate for her miss today.

He gave her a half smile, as if reading her mind. And with Max, who knew? Then his gaze shifted to the man seated on the couch along the far wall of his office. “Our guest specifically asked for you.”

Surprised, because for the duration of her time at Buchanan Investigations she’d made sure to stay out of the limelight and away from anyone but Max and his employees, she turned.

Remy watched as Jurek Westlake stood and came toward her, holding out a hand. She hadn’t seen him in years, not since the fire that had changed her life. Like Max, he had an aura of competence and power he wore like a second skin. A thick head of dark hair framed a masculine face any woman would have a hard time denying as handsome. He had to be close to Max in age, yet like her boss, he seemed almost ageless. His perpetual smile—as well as the ability to charm the skin off a snake—had enthralled more than one bad guy into turning himself in to the police. As the brains behind Westlake Enterprises, Buchanan’s rival investigative firm, he made an odd guest for a Friday morning.

She wondered what he thought while they shook hands. As she’d expected, she read nothing from his face he didn’t want her to see. A pleasant smile, a polite greeting. But no hint of loathing, disgust, or the dismay he must feel at being near Dr. Benjamin Carter’s niece.

The door opened behind her and a deep voice apologized, “Sorry I’m late, I…”

Ripping her gaze from Jurek, she turned to see who’d joined them, stunned by the familiarity in his voice.

A handsome blond man stood in silence, a grown version of the boy she’d once loved and ten times as overwhelming. He stared back at her with eyes wide with shock. But when he spoke, he said no more than what she could have expected.

GOOD LUCK!