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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Launch Party for Deanndra Hall - Giveaway #4 with Piper Malone


Now we have Piper Malone with us!! 

You got to check out an excerpt from Diesel, but how about a little one on one with the main men of Eden? I decided to jump into the story and spend a little time with Elliot, Mike, and Bain. Enjoy!

Tucked in the back corner of Rosie O'Grady's, Elliot is anxiously awaiting the arrival of his dinner guests, the keepers of Eden. From the bar, I can see how restless he is, clearly anxious for this meeting. I feel bad, but he is adorable when he’s bent out of shape. I leave my seat at the bar and walk toward a man so engrossed in his thoughts, he doesn’t see me until I’m next to him.

“Hello, stranger. Buy a girl a drink?”

He jumps, ripped from his ruminations. A scowl crosses his face before he realizes it’s me. His tension eases once he is focused on me and no longer chasing the scenarios flying through this head. He leans back and shoves a hand roughly through that unruly tangle of browns and red before signaling the waiter. He’s not cracked so much as a smirk, I hope I’m not in for a public execution for this one.

“Merlot, Miss Malone?”

“Today and every day, Elliot.”

He orders, his British lit warming me as his tongue curls around the simplest of words.

The waiter leaves and, true to form, I pounce. "Okay, spill it. You look like you're ready to heave your lunch."

His irritation is back, accompanied by an eye roll and derisive snort.“How could I not be ready to throw? This job means everything. I don't get access to Eden, I'm screwed. Who are these guys I'm meeting with?”

Yikes. “They are the owners of Eden.” As I sip my drink, his eyes implore me to elaborate. “They don't bite, Elliot.”

“And Diesel? Will he be here tonight?”

He? “Of course. Isn't that why you're here? To talk about your assignment with Diesel? That's what Bain said, right?”

“Is that who I met today? The beast that almost slammed the door in my face?” He takes a drink before glaring at me. “He almost tossed me on my ass two minutes after meeting him.”

I do my best to cover the giggle, but Elliot’s eyes narrow, clearly irritated with me. “Bain struggles with pleasantries sometimes. He's the walking embodiment of ‘bull-in-a-china-shop.’”

“Well, he can be a crackpot for all I care, I need to talk to Diesel and seal this deal.”

“And if you don't?”

He huffs. The frustration is back, creasing his forehead. “I'm out of a job. My boss, who I'm convinced is Lucifer's girlfriend, has me by the balls. No Diesel, no story, no job. I like my apartment and I'm a big fan of eating.”

Elliot is so freakin' cute when he's irritated. He makes me want to wrap him up and smooch the grouchy away. He really is too handsome to be irritable. I reach across the table to and cover his hand with mine, offering an encouraging squeeze. “Elliot, have a little confidence.”

He traps my hand between both of his before popping an eyebrow and pulling me a little closer. “I think you know how confident I am when I'm not in precarious situations.”

“Yes, Mr. Archer,” I laugh, “I'm fully aware of your prowess when it comes to being self-assured. Don't worry about tonight, I have faith in you.”

“I just don't trust this whole set up. I feel like I'm being made.” He surveys the restaurant. “This guy is going to show, right?”

“Who?”

“Diesel.”

I thank all things holy my glass covers my smirk. “You'll meet everyone when they get here. Until then, just get your thoughts together and pitch your story. Despite Bain's behavior, I think they will listen.” I finish my drink and get up from the table. “Good luck tonight.”

“Thanks,” he raises his glass to me. “I think I’ll need it.”

I give him a quick wink before heading out the door. No sooner do my feet hit the concrete, I see two of the hottest men I've ever had the pleasure of spending time with. Mike sees me first, thumping Bain in the chest and pointing a finger my way. Before I can politely wave, Bain is charging toward me. He wraps me up, spinning us in the middle of the bustling New York sidewalk.

“Hello, darling!"

"Hello, stud muffin!" Of everyone in Eden, Bain and I have known each other the longest. With him, I see a mirror of myself, a twin who is in no way an opposite.

Once Bain puts me down, I get a gentle hug from Mike before he starts peering in the windows trying to sneak a glance at Elliot. “Is he in there?”

“Yes, I just spent a little time him.”

“Can I shut him down now?” Mike’s normally calm mien is edgy, defensive. “I want to make sure we aren't getting screwed by this guy.”

“No, you may not.” I huff. “You can listen to him and hear him out. He's a decent guy, Mike. Go easy on him, please.”

“Even if you did shut him down, he's persistent,” Bain offers. “I tried to push him out this afternoon and threw his body in front of the steel door.”

“Yeah.” I smack Bain's shoulder. “And I hear you didn't introduce yourself or anything. When you get in there, how about you shake his hand and tell him who you are?”

Bain shrugs. “He was all I need to talk to Diesel so I figured he didn't care who I was.” He gives me a sad puppy dog face. “Nobody cares who we are, Piper.”

“Oh, please, Bain. Let's not ruin my beautiful shoes by letting it get too deep in here. And, Elliot is caught on Diesel being a guy.”

Bain's eyes widen, his smile is radiant and completely devilish. “I know! He totally thinks she's a dude. I can't wait till he sees her. I told her to wear something hot tonight. I hope she glams it up good for him. I think she'll really like him.”

“She's going to kill you.”

“It won't be the first time.”

“Wait, you think she's going to like him like him? You didn't tell me that.” Mike looks mildly offended that Bain kept him out of the loop.

“Well, let's see.” Bain taps his chin, contemplating the possibilities. “He’s a good-looking guy. I’m mean, he’s not me, but he’ll do.”

“He’s hot,” I offer to Mike before turning back to Bain. “I know we’re outside but it would be good if you could get that big head through the door at some point this evening.”

He continues without missing a beat. “Let’s also add in the facts that we all know Diesel’s affinity for all things English, and she’s not dated anyone in years.” We all take a moment, reflecting on our girl’s difficult past before Bain lightens the mood the only way he knows how. “I vote she's melting in her panties before the end of dinner. Maybe she'll have him as dessert.”

Mikes groan collides with my, “Oh, my…okay…that's it…I'm outta here.” I hug and kiss both of them on the cheek. “Please be nice to him. Give him a chance?”

“Anything for you, Piper. But, just for the record, it's not us you have to worry about, it's Diesel.” I can see Bain’s concern, she has the capacity to make or break everything that enters into her club. This could be over before it even starts.

“Trust me, guys, I know.”

I bid my boys goodbye and merge into the flow of people trapped in their own worlds. I offer a hopeful prayer to the universe as I walk away from Rosie O'Grady's and the meeting that has the potential to open the gilded gates of Eden, and Diesel, to the world.

New Adult


Is he a snake in the garden…
Diesel guards her loyalties and her privacy fiercely. In order to protect both, she never wavers from her ironclad shell of self-control. So when intrepid entertainment blogger Elliot Archer breaches the gates of Eden, the nightclub sensation over which she reigns, her defenses heighten. Is Elliot here to document her kingdom, or tear apart her paradise? 

Or the key to her salvation… 
Just as she feared, Elliott begins to break down her walls. Her desires stir, ignited by his sinful body and heated stares. With his tender words, strong heart, and quest to make her whole, Elliot opens her soul as no one ever has. 

Or the push to her downfall? 
When Diesel finally releases the last pieces of herself to Elliot, her kingdom is set ablaze, scorching the heart she safeguarded for years. Can Elliot’s love be enough to heal her wounds before it is too late? 



The dimly lit hallway is illuminated by a single open door. From the hallway, I see her sitting on the bed, attempting fasten the ankle strap to her high heel. Her hair falls down over her face as she fumbles with the tiny buckle, fingers fighting with the thin piece of black leather. 

“Need help?” 

A gasp escapes from her lips as she is snapped from the focused work. I see the blush rush across her cheeks. 

“I,” she tries to regain her composure as quickly as she’s lost it. “I love these shoes but they are a bitch to get on.” 

“Here,” I walk into the room and kneel at her feet. “Let me help you.” 

“Elliot, that’s really not necessary. I can get them.” 

I ignore her. My hand on her body in any way is better than standing in the doorway. I’ve always loved heels on a woman, but these on Diesel are beyond anything I could have fantasized about. I pull her leg to rest on the side of mine, holding her ankle with one hand while fastening the leather strap with the other. I run my thumb over the delicate bone of her ankle before releasing her. Her breath is audible and hitches when I move to her other shoe. With both beautifully fastened, she stands and looks nervously around the room. 

“Thanks. The bathroom is through there,” she waves absently toward an open door and she teeters on the heels ever so slightly as she walks toward the door. “I’ll be downstairs.” 

“Don’t go.” 

She stops and looks over her shoulder at me before turning to face me. Her obvious anxiety about this situation is at war with the sexual tension clinging to the air. Her breath causes her chest to heave as she bites her bottom lip and fumbles with her hair. The pink flush of her cheeks calls to me. I can’t wait anymore. This has gone on for too long. I take two strides toward her, leaving mere inches between us. She’s not retreated or offered any type of resistance. I wrap my arm around her waist, closing the gap between us and kiss her lightly, testing my theory. I pull back and she exhales, her lips parting. 

I need no other cue. I slant my mouth over hers, pushing all the pent-up emotion from the past several weeks and the stolen glances from today into her. She runs her hands up my arms before snaking them around my neck. With our bodies melded together, I roll my hips into her belly, pressing my desire upon her, and am rewarded with a low moan. The moment is a mess of roaming hands, frenetic kisses, and ragged breaths. It is blazingly clear that both of us are involved in this purging of restricted emotions. 

The call of our names from downstairs breaks us from each other. Though our mouths are no longer touching, we still cling to each other. Our foreheads are pressed together as we attempt to collect our breath. 

“We’ll be there in a minute,” Diesel forces out. I can hear the strain in her voice. 

We look to each other, not knowing what to say. We release each other and move in opposite directions. 



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Piper Malone lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, beautiful child, and the world’s loudest cat. She became passionate about the written word as a teenager and was never without a journal to capture her thoughts and musings. To this day, the pile of her lovingly abused journals in among her most prized possessions. Her passions include the arts, enjoying the great outdoors, and embarking on adventures with her family and friends. 





Piper is giving away three copies of  
Diesel
to three random commenters. 
Just comment below with your email to enter. 

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