Pamela Hearon Dishes Out About His Hotness. Comment to win big!

Welcome to my Spring has Sprung Blog Event. This week I’ll be chatting with ‘fantasy-adventure’ romance author Pamela Hearon. She’ll be dishing out about her latest release, His Hotness. Interested in a chance to win an Ecopy of His Hotness and a $4.50 gift certificate to The Wild Rose Press? Be sure to leave a comment!

His Hotness

Jade Bartholomew spent ten years perfecting her 100-point scale that will determine the ideal man for her — His Hotness. Although reality has her re-evaluating some of her dreams, she refuses to give up on two: financial independence and the existence of His Hotness.

Kai Malone lives the American dream. From a middle-class upbringing, he has reached the pinnacle of success as the CEO of a software company which is about to sell for millions. But success has a downside that brings out Kai’s greatest faults: he’s too honest, gives too much of himself, and is too indulgent with the women in his life. He has to change; Techtron’s sale may depend on it.

Jade and Kai meet when she shanks a golf ball into his most vulnerable spot. Not the ideal way to start a relationship — but no one ever said attaining the title His Hotness would be easy.

SKY: Welcome Pamela, thanks for joining me this week!

PAMELA: Thank you so much for having me, Sky!

SKY: Tell me, what inspired this story?

PAMELA: My husband and I met on a golfcourse, and I always thought it was a unique place for a relationship to start. Our meeting wasn’t nearly as dramatic as Jade and Kai’s, of course, but all of us end up with our happily-ever-after.

SKY: What makes your heroine fly off the pages? I’d love a glimpse of who she is!

PAMELA: Jade Bartholomew’s family is wealthy and they love to spoil her—especially her doting Gram, whom she adores. But Jade wants to be her own person and will go to any lengths to prove she can be independent.

Here is a short excerpt that shows Jade and Gram together:

“What you need, Chickie-boom, is a good old-fashioned, head-banging, sheet-fisting, toe-curling orgasm.” Gram snatched up the journal with the worn, floral cover and waved it toward the nightstand. “And by old-fashioned, I mean one that involves a man, not one that requires a battery-pack and a warranty.”

Jade closed her laptop on the Regency she was editing. “What I need is a job with a great publisher, so I can quit sponging off my precious-but-nosey grandmother.” With her toe, she nudged her closet door closed before Gram could see the empty spaces that once housed her vast collection of Pradas and Guccis. She slid the check from the consignment shop into her desk drawer and raised a questioning eyebrow toward Gram. “How did you know where I keep my, um, toys?”

Gram shrugged. “Lucky guess. And it’s the same place I keep mine.”

SKY: Loved that! *Wide Grin* What makes your hero worth knowing─lusting over?

PAMELA: Not only is Kai Malone a gorgeous hunk of a man, but he’s also as nice as he is hot. The oldest child (and only son) in a family of five children, Kai takes care of the women in his life—whether they want it or not!

Here’s an excerpt that gives a little taste of Kai’s ministering:

“Obviously, you spent the night.”

He nodded toward the living room. “On your couch. My car’s still at the club.” He paused while he studied something outside the window. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

There was no way he would ever know it, but that comment earned him big points on the Hotness scale. Tall, dark, handsome, easy to talk to, a gentleman, and caring. A purebred hundred pointer. Jade wasn’t at all sure she could wait until Beth’s five-fifteen flight arrived from New York to talk to her. “What time is it?” Maybe she’d slept most of the day away.

“A little after nine.”

Jade sighed. “Well, I’ll get dressed and take you to your car.” She raised up and made to throw the covers back, but he moved quickly to the side of the bed and flipped them back on her.

He gently pushed her back into the pillow. “You need to rest today. Doctor’s orders. Gram’s going to take me back to the club.”

Jade shot up straight. “Gram?”

“Yes, Gram.” His eyes squinted when he smiled, but it didn’t hide the mischievous gleam.

“How did Gram get into this?” The words sounded more like an accusation than a question, even to her ears.

“I knew I was going to have to leave this morning, and I didn’t know if you’d be awake yet. Somebody would need to check on you.” He pushed her back into the pillow again. “You said your elderly landlady loved you, so I figured she was my best choice. And I was right.”

“But …” she protested.

“No buts. You should’ve just told me your landlady was your grandmother.”

He made it sound like a normal occurrence in LA. “Right,” she answered. “How fast could you have run with sore testicles?”

SKY: Great excerpt! Thanks so much for visiting and sharing!

PAMELA: I’ve enjoyed being here with you today. Thanks again for this opportunity!

Interested in learning more about this fantastic author? Visit Pamela at her website

Can’t wait to read this? Purchase His Hotness here.

Sky here. *smiles* Because I can’t help myself, I’d like to point out (being a time-traveler writer myself) that Ms. Hearon has another story that looks fabulous. It’s titled, The Timestone Key. Here's a bit about it...

The Timestone Key

Can a modern heart entwined with an ancient mystery prevail against a terrifying future?

When she was three, Halley Winsted was given a mysterious family legacy and told to follow her heart. But now that she’s thirty-three, love and commitment don’t come easy, even in the arms of sexy Tom Rutledge. A trip to England seems the perfect chance to sort out her feelings, and to indulge her obsession with the Arthurian legends.

But the legends are true. Arthur is alive in Avalon, teetering on the brink of madness, unable to fulfill his role in mankind’s terrifying future. Can the legacy Halley bears heal Arthur’s mind in time? Can she trust her heart to lead her to her destiny?

A taste…

453 A.D.
Salisbury Plain, England

Morning mist enshrouded Geileis as she approached the hateful circle. That the mist gave her cover should have eased her mind, but it did not. Being caught here by the priests would certainly mean death. She knew of their ways. Had heard tales of their rituals. The sacrifices.

Fear gripped her heart even tighter than she gripped the stone. Warm and smooth against her palm, its heat brought no warmth to her heart.

Why this place permeated with evil magic?

She stopped just short of entry. One step more would take her beyond return. She meant to raise her voice in introduction, but the mist pushed against her words keeping them close to her mouth. “I am Geileis, the vessel, daughter of Edana and Lughan.”

Wind danced its way among the giant stones, whispering acknowledgement, bidding her enter.

The next step took her through the perimeter. Her breath grew more ragged when she realized she had not died. The tangy salt of blood ran along her tongue as her teeth chewed her lower lip.

A faint blue glow pulled her attention to the far side of the circle. When the stone in her hand answered with its own pulsing blue glow, her heartbeat doubled.

Her mind rebelled against every movement forward. The bloodstained dais in the center of the ring caused her knees to buckle, but she scrambled again to her feet, stumbling backward blindly, away from the heinous sight. A cold, hard surface brought the retreat up short. She froze. The ring itself had stopped her. Perhaps it wanted to see this endeavor through as much as she did.

The glow came from the knee-high stone now only a short distance away.

Her entire body a quivering pulse, she covered the final distance. She mouthed a quick prayer for protection and stretched out her arm. Her hand shook so violently, she fairly dropped the stone, but it landed well in an indentation clearly meant for its housing.

The sound of massive winds filled her ears and an expanse of blue appeared before her eyes.

A portal.

To what?

She muffled a cry with the back of her hand and stepped forward tentatively. Heat enveloped her. The heat of a hundred summers … or … a thousand hearths … or … or hell itself, surely! This evil place held the gateway to hell!

She turned and fled.

Her mind raced faster than her legs, admonishing … shaming. Mother would not have sent her into danger. Deathbed promises must be kept.

But had not Mother been in and out of the clutches of fever when she extracted the vow? She could not have known what she was asking.

Geileis gained the outside of the ring and only then slowed her pace, becoming aware of the odd weight that filled her hand. The rock! She had snatched it, unthinking, as she ran. She turned back to face the hellish circle, fighting to bring her breathing back under control.

The blue portal had vanished.

So would the key that opened it.

With all of the strength she could muster in her small frame, Geileis heaved the rock through the mist toward the giant stone looming nearest her.

She smiled in satisfaction at the pop and watched two blue sparks fall in opposite directions.

Interested in purchasing The Timestone Key? Click here.

Thanks so much for joining us this week. Don’t forget, for a chance to win a free Ecopy of His Hotness and a $4.50 gift certificate to The Wild Rose Press, be sure to leave a comment by 12 PM EST Saturday, May 1st!

Please note: Even though BLOGMANIA arrives at this blog on Friday, April 30th, you can still comment to win Pamela Hearon's, His Hotness through Saturday.

~Sky