Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Blog Tour for Blossoming Flower (Wildflowers, #1) by Vivian Winslow

In the wake of the collapse of her father’s business empire, Flor, the gorgeous twenty-one year-old daughter of disgraced former Brazillionaire Gustavo de Lima, is forced to forge her own path in life. Flor decides that none of it—the private jets, the vacation homes and the luxury cars—were real. Or at least they really didn’t matter. The only thing that’s real for Flor is her love of horses and her desire to go to veterinary school. Heading into her final year of college, Flor seeks out the help of an unlikely benefactor to secure a summer internship working with horses. Arriving at the secluded Belo Horizonte ranch, Flor is awed not only by the majestic beauty of the place, but also by handsome cowboy and skilled horse trainer, Collin Taylor. Yet nothing is quite as it appears on the surface. When the hidden past is revealed, will love end up blossoming for Flor? 

Flor throws herself into work the next week, trying her best to forget about 

that touch. She does what she can to keep Paco and his inviting eyes at arms’ length 

as well. What for? She chides herself. In case Collin accepts her invitation for coffee? 

Even she has to laugh at that. But what then? 

It’s only ten weeks until she leaves for Smith. Ten weeks isn’t a lot of time, 

but when you’re young, it’s certainly long enough to try to get to know someone.

“Are you interested in coming over tonight?” Paco asks Flor as she helps him 

sort out semen samples in the lab.

She closes the door to the small fridge and smiles. “To watch a movie?” 

He chuckles and removes his gloves. Leaning toward her he says, “I was 

thinking along the lines of wine and music. But if you prefer a movie . . . .”

Flor shakes her head. 

“No to the movie?” Paco asks, running his hands through his thick hair. 

Flor watches, mesmerized by his smooth manner. 

“I don’t get it, Flor. One moment, I think you’d like to get to know me, then 

the next, you act like you don’t.” He steps toward her. She remains frozen, his gaze 

holding her in place, her eyes watching his gorgeous lips move. 

What did he just say? 

“Usually I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, but you, I get mixed 

signals.” He reaches out and runs a finger along the back of her hand. 

Nope, not even a flicker of electricity. Flor looks down and doesn’t answer. But 

still she’s extremely attracted to him. Her panties are wet, and it’s a struggle to 

control her breathing. 

The Argentinian draws his long finger up to her chin. “You are incredibly 

beautiful, Flor,” he whispers. His face inches closer to hers, his blue/gray eyes 

searching hers. He wants permission and a part of her is screaming to give it as 

much as it’s screaming for her to leave. She closes her eyes and parts her lips, 

knowing it won’t feel right. She wants him to realize it too.

Paco’s lips are as soft as she imagined them to be. He reaches his hand 

around her neck and pulls her body to him, his tongue entering and searching for 

more. It feels better than Flor even imagined when she lay awake touching herself, 

picturing him covering her body with his mouth and tongue.

All of a sudden she’s on fire. Flor reaches up, her hands on either side of his 

face. Their kiss deepens as his hands begin to roam, slowly unleashing the desire 

she’s felt since she first laid eyes on him. 

The kiss feels incredible. He’s truly an expert at reading a woman. His tongue 

traces her lips before biting down softly on her bottom lip. The sensation travels 

straight down to her sex, pulsing with need. That’s what this is now. Pure, 

unadulterated need. He sparked it in her, and now he’s stoking the fire with every 

touch, every kiss. 

As Paco’s lips travel down her neck, she catches their reflection in the 

window. The image of them together with her in his arms, makes her stop. She 

wrenches herself out of his embrace.

“I’ve got to go,” she whispers. 

Before Paco has a chance to respond, she’s already out the door. When Flor 

nears the house, she stops and leans against a large magnolia tree, slides down the 

trunk, and hugs her knees to her chest. Flor tries to push the image of her and Paco 

out of her head. He’s not the one she wants. It’s Collin.

Why these men and why now? She laments. In the few short weeks she’s been 

here, she’s allowed herself to be consumed by longing for one and being pursued by 

another. Is this karma? Flor wonders. The moment she determines she doesn’t want 

to fall in love or become entangled in anything the universe puts not one, but two 

desirable men in her path. Although one doesn’t seem to want her back. 

Flor stands slowly, watching bees flit from flower to flower on the low 

hanging branches. No one thing or person is worth the energy at this point, she 

resolves. She’ll do as she pleases and let the chips fall where they may.       

Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job and her incurable wanderlust. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of fashion, the arts and especially food. If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her eating at the newest restaurant in her beloved Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach.  

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