Welcome to my stop on the Blurb Blitz Tour for Mona Lisa's Room by Vonnie Davis. Please be sure to leave a comment or question below for Vonnie as she will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to one random commenter during her tour. You can follow her tour stops here, the more often you comment, the better your odds of winning. I was going to have a review posted for this today, however, I am still reading the book. I can tell you that so far I find it delightful and my full review will be posted soon.
Mona Lisa's Room
by Vonnie Davis
The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: October 15, 2012
Length: 342 Pages
You won’t believe this email. I’m sitting in a French safe house, eating caviar and drinking champagne with handsome government agent, Niko Reynard. He’s wearing nothing but silk pajama bottoms and mega doses of sex appeal. I’m in big trouble, little sister. He’s kissed me several times and given me a foot massage that nearly caused spontaneous combustion. I'm feeling strangely virginal compared to the sexual prowess this thirty-year-old man exudes.
When I came to Paris for a bit of adventure, I never imagined I’d foil a bombing attempt, karate-kick two men, and run from terrorists while wearing a new pair of stilettos. I met a German musician, a gay poet from Australia, and the most delightful older French woman.
Don’t worry. I’m safe…the jury’s still out on yummy Niko, though. The more champagne I drink, the less reserved I feel. What an unforgettable fortieth birthday!
When Niko ended the mind-blowing kiss, he pulled her closer, if that were possible, and whispered in her ear. “We’re being followed. Hold my hand and run.”
Run? Melting came to mind, but running? How could she run when he kissed her until the bones in her legs turned to jelly? Plus, she was wearing new high heels.
His arms squeezed her for an instant. “Now.”
He grabbed her hand, and they took off. They dodged throngs of pedestrians and at one point, Niko hurtled over a poodle, its protective owner shouting in French outrage, calling him a fool. “Fou! Fou! Mon chien, mon chien!”
Alyson had done her fair share of running, especially after her break up with Chaz. Running was a stress reliever; so were the Stair Master and martial arts. Still, those activities were done in sneakers or barefooted, not high heels. Stilettos, no less. Oh, and the thong. Let’s not forget the damn thong chafing her in places she didn’t want to think about. She’d kill Gwen when she got home.
“You put me in three-inch heels and expect me to run fast? You bossy Frenchman with a foot fetish.” She stumbled, and he caught her.
“Typical woman. Kiss her once and she figures she has the right to bitch at you.” Niko’s head turned, evidently scanning the area as they ran.
She tried jerking her arm free of his ironclad grasp. “So help me, God, if that terrorist doesn’t kill you, I will.”
He pulled her around two uniformed nannies pushing toddlers in strollers. “Promises. Promises.”
“Yeah, well look how nice my hips sway now, nutso, running in these damned heels.”
Niko quickly glanced up and down the wide tree-lined street and evidently seeing a slight break in traffic, ordered, “To the other side. Now.”
They bolted across the four-lane boulevard and its well-manicured median. Two motorbikes rumbled past, nearly hitting them. Horns blared as several Renaults and Smart Cars barreled down the street.
Niko shoved her out of the way and she fell, her hands and knees scraping on the asphalt. Brakes screeched and there was a dull thud behind her. She glanced back over her shoulder just as Niko rolled across the hood of a silver car. He never broke stride. “Run, dammit!”
“That must account for your great legs. Which reminds me—” he slid the ottoman back and picked up her foot “—I promised you a foot massage.”
Oh, good Lord. “That’s really not necessary.” His thumb pressed into the ball of her foot, and she wanted to whimper.“Your feet have taken a beating today. Running in those new high heels couldn’t have been comfortable.”
His magic fingers rubbed and kneaded the muscles of her foot and toes. She sighed in pure pleasure, or purred. God bless magic fingers.
“Yet you never once complained. You’re a strong woman, Aly.” He bent and placed a gentle kiss to her toes and then to the instep of her foot, as his warm hands continued kneading her flesh.
“I…I’ve never had my toes kissed before.”
His dark head rose and chocolate eyes stared at her before he tilted his head to the side, as if regarding every nuance of her expression. “I have so much I could teach you, cherie. You deserve to be cherished.” He bent and kissed her ankle as his large hands moved slowly up her leg, rubbing her sore calves. “Your skin is so soft. A man could die happy after touching you and feeling you respond to him. Men dream of such a reaction from a woman.” His fingertips played a sonata on her skin. Feather-light touches hummed promises. Her body sang its own sultry reply.
“Your calf muscles are tight. Did you use bath salts when you bathed?” He seemed intent on rubbing her muscles into submission. Her womanly muscles had already succumbed by this point.
Alyson cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn’t give her away. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
“Good.” One warm hand slid behind her knee, slowly raising it. “Are these scrapes from when you fell this afternoon? He kissed first one and then the other, slow, sensual kisses. Oh, good Lord! How much more can I take before I haul him to me and beg him to end this thing?
His palms slowly rubbed her thighs, then stilled. “What do we have here?” A finger pushed the hem of her sleep shorts higher. “A tat?” His dark gaze swept to hers and his voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “I never imagined you would have a tattoo. You know I never cared much for butterflies—” he placed a kiss on the blue and purple butterfly “—but my opinion of them has suddenly changed.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Vonnie Davis holds a degree in English with a concentration in technical writing from Penn State. She is retired and has traded in her technical writer’s tailored clothes for the feather boa of a romance writer. Her debut novel, Storm’s Interlude, was awarded the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit in two categories: Best book by a Virginia author and Best Mainstream Single Title. She lives in southern Virginia with her husband, who is also a writer.
Website ~ http://www.vonniedavis.com
Twitter ~ https://twitter.com/vonniewrites
Please be sure to leave a comment or question below for Vonnie as she will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to one random commenter during her tour. You can follow her tour stops here, the more often you comment, the better your odds of winning.