This weeks Spotlight is Anita Clenny's upcoming new series Guardian of Stone! I'm super excited about this book because its describes as an Indiana Jones meets Stephanie Plum. How can that not sounds like a fun read! I'm a huge Indiana Jones fan and I love Stephanie Plum, so I know I'm going to have a blast reading it. Tell me what you think and hmm I'm not sure who sounds more interesting Nathan or Jake? :)
Indiana Jones ~meets~ Stephanie Plum. A feisty heroine with a sixth sense and two sexy heroes, a mercenary and a dark, eccentric billionaire, are on a hunt for four powerful relics that could change their lives…and the course of history.
EXCERPT:
She parked in front of the mansion and started up the steps.
Nathan met her at the door, dressed in a suit that probably cost as much as her apartment. His light brown hair was cropped close and, as usual, his handsome face tense. In the months she’d worked for him, he never laughed, rarely smiled. He was all mystery and no clues. If she wasn’t so busy working on his relics, she’d turn her talents to decoding him. He raked her over once with dark, smoky eyes. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”
“Just a date.” Since she’d started working for him, she hadn’t had one that he hadn’t interrupted. Maybe he was spying on her.
“My apologies.” A muscle twitched in his jaw. He hadn’t shaved and the faint shadow made him look sexy. He escorted her inside, through the elaborate atrium that led to his library, adorned with first editions, priceless historical documents, and rare art. If Aunt Edna got a glimpse of this place, she’d be hearing wedding bells. Maybe that would stop the barrage of personal ads for Hillside, Virginia’s finest bachelors that Kendall had started getting after her aunt discovered e-mail.
Two men on Nathan’s technical security team were just leaving the room. Fergus stood behind them, his face worried.
“…trace the data security breach,” one of the men said.
Nathan pushed back his sleeve and looked at his watch. Not a Rolex as Kendall would have expected, but a worn silver watch on a leather band. “Meet me back here in two hours with an update.”
The two men left and Nathan motioned Kendall inside. He took her jacket and handed it to Fergus, who nodded his head as if she were royalty. Every inch the proper butler. “Miss Kendall, I hope you’re well.”
“Yes, Fergus. Thank you.”
“Lovely dress. Were you at dinner?” He glanced briefly at Nathan, and Kendall thought she saw the barest hint of a frown. He probably realized Nathan had interrupted her meal. Sometimes she wondered if Fergus had his own sixth sense. He seemed to know everything. A good trait for a butler, she supposed.
“Yes, I had dinner.” And had been looking forward to dessert.
“I’m sorry if you had to cut your evening short—” Nathan’s apology was interrupted when the front door slammed. Fergus hurried out, as footsteps rang across the floor.
“Larraby, this had better be good. I left a nice warm bed and a hot…” The man entering the room stopped short when he saw Kendall. “Meal,” he substituted. She knew that wasn’t the word he would have used had she not been there.
Her senses started tingling as she sized the intruder up. Dangerous. A rebel. Steel-gray eyes met hers—intelligent, calculating, cool. A mask for the anger and insolence lurking inside. She blinked, distancing her mind. She didn’t pry without good reason. After all, she wouldn’t appreciate someone digging around in her thoughts. The stranger’s gaze dropped to her slinky red dress, lingering longer than it should. Kendall squirmed under his appraisal, which was every bit as intrusive as her evaluation had been.
Rumpled dark hair and clothes—black T-shirt and faded jeans—backed up his claim that he’d been in bed.
“Kendall, I’d like you to meet Jake Stone. Jake, this is Kendall Morgan. She’s my relic expert.”
Kendall nodded a greeting. Was that lipstick on his neck?
Nathan met her at the door, dressed in a suit that probably cost as much as her apartment. His light brown hair was cropped close and, as usual, his handsome face tense. In the months she’d worked for him, he never laughed, rarely smiled. He was all mystery and no clues. If she wasn’t so busy working on his relics, she’d turn her talents to decoding him. He raked her over once with dark, smoky eyes. “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”
“Just a date.” Since she’d started working for him, she hadn’t had one that he hadn’t interrupted. Maybe he was spying on her.
“My apologies.” A muscle twitched in his jaw. He hadn’t shaved and the faint shadow made him look sexy. He escorted her inside, through the elaborate atrium that led to his library, adorned with first editions, priceless historical documents, and rare art. If Aunt Edna got a glimpse of this place, she’d be hearing wedding bells. Maybe that would stop the barrage of personal ads for Hillside, Virginia’s finest bachelors that Kendall had started getting after her aunt discovered e-mail.
Two men on Nathan’s technical security team were just leaving the room. Fergus stood behind them, his face worried.
“…trace the data security breach,” one of the men said.
Nathan pushed back his sleeve and looked at his watch. Not a Rolex as Kendall would have expected, but a worn silver watch on a leather band. “Meet me back here in two hours with an update.”
The two men left and Nathan motioned Kendall inside. He took her jacket and handed it to Fergus, who nodded his head as if she were royalty. Every inch the proper butler. “Miss Kendall, I hope you’re well.”
“Yes, Fergus. Thank you.”
“Lovely dress. Were you at dinner?” He glanced briefly at Nathan, and Kendall thought she saw the barest hint of a frown. He probably realized Nathan had interrupted her meal. Sometimes she wondered if Fergus had his own sixth sense. He seemed to know everything. A good trait for a butler, she supposed.
“Yes, I had dinner.” And had been looking forward to dessert.
“I’m sorry if you had to cut your evening short—” Nathan’s apology was interrupted when the front door slammed. Fergus hurried out, as footsteps rang across the floor.
“Larraby, this had better be good. I left a nice warm bed and a hot…” The man entering the room stopped short when he saw Kendall. “Meal,” he substituted. She knew that wasn’t the word he would have used had she not been there.
Her senses started tingling as she sized the intruder up. Dangerous. A rebel. Steel-gray eyes met hers—intelligent, calculating, cool. A mask for the anger and insolence lurking inside. She blinked, distancing her mind. She didn’t pry without good reason. After all, she wouldn’t appreciate someone digging around in her thoughts. The stranger’s gaze dropped to her slinky red dress, lingering longer than it should. Kendall squirmed under his appraisal, which was every bit as intrusive as her evaluation had been.
Rumpled dark hair and clothes—black T-shirt and faded jeans—backed up his claim that he’d been in bed.
“Kendall, I’d like you to meet Jake Stone. Jake, this is Kendall Morgan. She’s my relic expert.”
Kendall nodded a greeting. Was that lipstick on his neck?
AUTHOR BIO:New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Anita Clenney writes mysteries and paranormal romantic suspense novels, including the bestselling Connor Clan series. Clenney grew up an avid reader, devouring Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books before moving on to mysteries and romance. It was only after several successful but wildly different careers—including work as an executive assistant, a real estate agent, a teacher’s assistant, and a brief stint in a pickle factory—that Anita discovered her untapped passion for writing. She lives with her husband and two children in suburban Virginia. You can learn more about her writing at www.anitaclenney.com
Sounds like a fun read for either sex.
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