Tuesday, February 19, 2013

#Blog Tour: Falling for Water @Arlene Webb

Please welcome my guest, Arlene Webb. And don't forget to leave a comment for a chance win an ebook copy of her new book Falling for Water.

Hi. My name is Arlene Webb and I’m a water snob.
I have done things I’m not proud of.
One time, in Paris, I distracted my nephew’s seven year old son by telling him to go shove his little brother off the swing, and then filled his water bottle from a public drinking fountain, keeping the sealed bottle of water for myself. I didn’t feel so bad after I noticed my nephew doing the same to his wife’s water bottle behind her back. I guess these types of sicknesses run in families.

When Decadent Publishing came out with an ingenious romance line geared toward preppers (people who think ahead in order to be self-reliant when natural or man-made disaster strike), I knew I had to work my obsession with H2O in, and Falling for Water came to life.

Not wishing to use something as clichéd as Paris for a romantic background, a fantastic author, D L Jackson, built an imaginary city based on an actual locale with underground bunkers built by the military for her prepper romance, Finding Mercy, and it was such fun tying in my story to connect to this city.

He stared at her, his expression wary. “And I’m thrilled you’re so into evolution, variation, and moving toward different things. I…er…just wondered, do you have a problem with saliva?”

“Saliva? What the hell are you talking about?”

He smiled. Not slow and lazy, not sweet and gentle, but the wolf smile she’d seen at the bar. “You admitted a thing with water right away. So what I’m hearing is no, I love saliva. Go ahead and slap me, and…maybe I’ll stop.” He grabbed her, yanked her up, and took her lips with his.

Ray tried for gentle and slow, but the moment his lips locked onto hers it felt like he had to make this the kiss of a lifetime or she’d slip through his fingers and disappear. She’d either run screaming from yet another bully who took advantage of a vulnerable state, or she’d fall through the cracks of the justice system and out of his reach.

From his mouth to hers, he yearned to dive in fast and hard, plundering with his tongue until she opened more than her heart to him by confiding an intense trauma. He wanted the supple and beautiful body rolled over him as well.
He deepened the kiss, and his heartbeat pounded faster and faster as the tension left her shoulders. She melted into him, soft and sweetly yielding to his aggressive hardness, and she began kissing him back.

His careful exploration, the tip of tongue easing along the seams of her mouth, forced his lust into an easy, steady climb as lips meshed, escalating on the roller coaster scale to maybe a five, a first-time kiss like when a boy walks a girl to her door.

Forget that. It was no-hold-back time. He was too into the taste and feel of this woman to strive for less, and he had to bring her over the edge with him. Plunge down and down into the world-is-about-to-end type kiss. A kiss that’d stay with her, marking her as his own.


What Cassi thought was a simple obsession with clean water has taken over her life. When she orders a distiller online to replace the one smashed by her abusive boyfriend, she gets more than she bargained for.
Enter a man with a badge, hunting a terrorist, and Cassi is his number one suspect. Not only is she struggling with her fixation on pure H2O, she has to prove she’s not the one he’s looking for—only she kind of wishes she was. Before she knows it, Cassi is in over her head.


Ray had everything, until a random crime ends badly and he’s left to hold to his grief or make changes in his life. Charming his way into people’s personal business—slapping on the cuffs as needed—gives him reason to get up in the morning. When he falls headfirst into another chance at love, he must take the plunge without hesitation or risk losing more than his heart.
As the pair join hands, sparks fly as well as bullets, leaving Cassi and Ray to wonder if the universe could right itself. Will the past reach out and drown their chance for happiness?

Please comment and let me know what you’re addicted to and what lengths you’d go to for the last bar of chocolate. Leave your email address for a chance to win an e-copy of Falling for Water.

Thank you so much, Gale, for hosting me.
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Barbara Elsborg said...

Hmm - I always knew you were tricky, Arlene!
What I'm addicted to?? Foodwise - it would be bread. I love bread!
Chocolate I like but I'm very picky and far less bothered about it than I used to be.
No need to enter me in the contest. I've read the story and LOVE it.

Cate Masters said...

Great excerpt, Arlene! I can relate to the water obsession - growing up, the well at my parents' house gave us water that smelled like rotten eggs. Absolutely horrible, definitely not drinkable unless boiled. Might explain my obsession with hot tea. :)
Congrats on another release! Planning to buy this, so don't enter me.