Release Blitz : Excerpt + Giveaway - Fool For You by R. C. Martin


Fool For You

by R. C. Martin 
A Made for Love Novel 
Publication Date: June 17, 2016 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance



Judah St. Michaels is a man who seeks pleasure, not love. Never love. By rule, satisfaction is guaranteed while in his bed—yet, his women are always dismissed still begging for more. His frequent flyers are few, but variety breeds a challenge on which he thrives, and loneliness is not a burden he shoulders. But when he happens upon an exquisite, little redhead—whose shy demeanor he’d like to shatter in one night of passion—her reluctance to accept his offer changes his game completely. Teddy Fitzpatrick doesn’t trust easily. The scars that define her cut deep, and love is a dream she’s afraid to chase. When a tall, dark, and gorgeous man enters her world, she knows right away that he’s the type to break hearts. Yet, try as she might, his persistence is hard to ignore, and her ability to resist soon dwindles down to nothing. Against her better judgment, she opens her heart, surrendering to the dominate force that he is. But happily-ever-afters are not easy to come by, for assholes aren’t born, they’re made… And falling in love is a fool’s errand. 

*Series STANDALONE. Written for audiences 18+ years of age, due to language and sexual content.



Right away, I hear Andrew—his voice coming from up above. I look upstairs and see him talking to someone, and I wonder if it’s a buyer or an artist. Knowing that Geoff will know, I head to the reception desk. When I see him, a devilish smile is plastered on his face. I furrow my brow, silently expressing my confusion, and his grin grows wider. Then, he reaches for something. I gasp when he places a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the raised counter of the front desk.

“These came while you were out,” he says, standing so that I might see him from behind the large floral arrangement.

“They’re for me?” I ask, pointing at my chest.

“They sure as hell are not from Reeve—cheap bastard.” He mumbles the last bit under his breath. “Baby girl, move your ass. There’s a card. I haven’t opened it, but if you leave me in suspense another minute, I will.”

My stomach flutters with nervous butterflies as I make my way behind the desk. “You’re sure they’re for me?” I ask, setting down my purse and my phone.

“The card says Theodora.”

I frown at him. If I was a little confused before, I’m even more confused now. Nobody calls me Theodora. Reeve did, but he wouldn’t send me flowers. Even my parents call me Teddy, except for when I’m in trouble. Besides—my birthday isn’t for another month and a half, so these flowers wouldn’t be from them.

“Dammit, Teddy!” Geoff yanks the card out of the bouquet and hands it to me. “Stop trying to guess and just open it.”

“Okay, okay!” I giggle.

There’s a slight tremble in my hands as I open the little envelope and pull out two rectangular cards. The first card is handwritten—the script neat and masculine. My heart races after I read his note. It’s short and to the point, but I find myself reading it again and again.

Dine with me.

Thinking of you, Judah

I sit back on the edge of the desk, my mind too distracted to worry about keeping me upright any longer. After I’ve read his message a ridiculous amount of times, I take a moment to look at the second card. It’s his business card. I discover that his full name is Judah D. St. Michaels. He works at Eddalyn’s Interiors as a managing partner.

“Bitch—I’m going to kill you in approximately two seconds.”

“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head clear. “Here.” I hand him both cards, but I don’t look at his face—not wishing to see his initial reaction. He’s a romantic, and whatever his face says, it’ll sway my opinion on this whole situation.

Then again, as I admire the bouquet, I can honestly say that I have no idea what to think.

The arrangement is beautiful, the vase full of red and peach roses, dusty orange lilies, and greenery to complete the full ensemble. I’m not an expert when it comes to flower deliveries, but I’m smart enough to know that this is no small gesture.

“This is the guy from Monday, isn’t it? This is the asshole who asked you out.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and force myself to meet Geoffrey’s eyes. I offer him a nod and he smirks at me.

“Maybe he’s not as much of an asshole as you thought. This looks a little bit like an apology.”

I scrunch my brow, thinking back to my encounter with the handsome man two days ago.

I remember the look in his breathtaking, grey eyes, I remember the way he touched me without the tiniest bit of hesitation—and I remember his blunt proposal. I shake my head at Geoff, taking the cards from him.

“No. I don’t think that’s what this is. Looks like more of a bribe than an apology. Besides, he didn’t say he was sorry in the note,” I remind him, holding up the card.

“Oh, come on, Teddy. Don’t pretend that you aren’t at least a tiny bit interested.”

I open my mouth to respond, but when I go to speak, the lie that I’m not gets stuck in the back of my throat. The truth is, I still remember the way he looked at me. And the flowers?

Thinking of you, Judah.

I’m officially flattered.

About R.C. Martin

R.C. Martin
I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When I’m not writing I’m reading; when I’m not reading I’m writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I’m an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.


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