Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, Winter Solstice, Yule, Festivus—whatever you celebrate, now’s the time to party it up. There are many great things about this time of year. There are the decorations that add a little special something to our homes. There’s the food (oh, the FOOD) that overflows our plates and fills our stomachs to the point where all we’re good for is grunting in front of the tv while wearing elastic waistband pants. There’s the coming together of family and friends, whether to laugh and enjoy everyone’s company or to complain how Aunt Edna brought her hard-as-a-brick rum cake *again* and how the family still hates the guy Cousin Andrea married five years ago even though he seems to make her happy.
But one of the best things about this time of the year? The gifts.
I enjoy giving people gifts. To watch their faces light up is the best feeling in the world. I’m one of those people who will remember in September that you said that you wanted to read the new best seller that everyone’s talking about, and then I’ll get that for you for Christmas. But to be honest, since I love to shop (hey, I said I was being honest here), I love this season because I can use it as an excuse to buy a nice gift…for myself. Because you know what? I don’t really need an iPad, but hey IT’S CHRISTMAS, AND I TOTALLY DESERVE IT.
’Tis the season.
In ADVERTISING FOR LOVE, book one of my Ebony Nights series, Greg uses the money he makes as an escort to buy a nice gift for himself—a culinary school education. Ever since he was a boy, he wanted to be a chef, but life got in the way. After graduating from college, losing his job as an investment banker, and becoming an escort for Ebony Nights, an all-male escort company, he decided that for his 30th birthday he was finally going to do something he always wanted to do. So in between seeing clients, he sautéed, pureed, and fricasseed his way to a culinary degree.
But with the economy on shaky ground, is now the time to quit his lucrative job of heating up women’s nights? And is the passion that burns between Greg and his client Aisha real enough to convince her to take a chance on a man who has stoked the fires of half of the women in Chicago?
ADVERTISING FOR LOVE releases today--December 11.
In the kitchen, in a tux—and out of it—he’s got the skills to crank up the heat.
Ebony Nights, Book 1
When Aisha Anderson hires a professional escort for her company’s gala, it’s not because she can’t get a date. Her fast-track career at Hansen Advertising doesn’t give her the time—and it’s the only way to avoid dancing with her creepy, inappropriate co-worker.
To her delight, Greg Williams plays the role of charming, attentive gentleman so well, she could almost believe the sparks between them are real. When he takes her home and demonstrates—with considerable sexual skill—that the heat is not her imagination, she can’t say no to his request for her number in lieu of payment.
Their hot night continues into a warm breakfast at Greg’s favorite back-street diner, where Aisha feels something she hasn’t felt for a long time. Part of a couple.
Later, though, when she runs into a former client of his who seems eager to compare notes on his erotic bag of tricks, the sizzle begins to cool in shadows of doubt. Long-term could be a stretch for a man who’s dated half the women in Chicago.
Especially when there’s the possibility that demand for his services could take him away right when she needs him most…
This book contains a sexy black man with mad culinary skills, an ad exec with a hunger for something well-cut and lean, and an escort service that knows how to satisfy every woman’s appetites.
Elisabeth Roseland spends her days dreaming up ways to throw sexy heroes and strong heroines together. Her characters explore the wonderful, agonizing, joyful, heartbreaking and complicated human experiences that are sex and love. She also hopes to inspire readers to grab the nearest consenting adult and do something fun. She lives in Chicago with her very own Happily Ever After.