Welcome to the Bliss Kiss and Tell Booth where you will get to meet the heroes from our Bliss books and get a taste of what kissing them may be like.
We are pleased to have Cane Robicheaux from Rachel Harris’s Seven Day Fiance with us today!
Name: Cane Robicheaux
Height: 6′ 2″
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Distinguishing features: Tattoos include a koi fish swimming up my ribs, flames licking up one arm and a cross with angel wings and my mom’s name on the inside of the other, a yin-yang of a tiger and dragon on my chest, and a fleur de lis on my calf.
Standard wardrobe: Battered black leather jacket, well-worn jeans, and motorcycle boots.
Profession: Restaurant owner and weekend bartender. I’m also a musician.
Hometown: Magnolia Springs, a suburb of New Orleans, Louisiana
Favorite kind of music: Classic Rock and country
Special skills: Singer/Songwriter/Guitarist
His biggest regret: Not protecting my sister from the truth about our father’s infidelity.
His darkest secret: I fear I could be like my father, so I try to keep people at a distance.
Favorite food/dessert: My sister Colby’s beignets
Boxers or briefs: Boxer briefs
Favourite pastime/hobby: A Friday night behind the bar, strumming my guitar after a long-ass day, grabbing a beer with my best friend, or even watching a stupid teen movie with my godchild because it made her smile.
One thing that no one knows or could never guess about Cane: I have mad skills with numbers, balances budgets for kicks, has an addiction to Sudoku, and watches way too much Discovery Channel.
Biggest pet peeve: Dishonesty
Favourite sports team: Gotta be the Saints.
Thanks so much Cane for joining us and telling us more about yourself. Now that we are all swooning over Cane ready for that ultimate kiss?
Brushing a lock of auburn hair away from Angelle’s face, Cane said, “This charade isn’t going to be easy. I’ll learn everything you want me to know, everything we have time for during the drive. But darlin’, there’s one thing we don’t need to work on. And that’s this.”
He lowered his forehead to hers, feeling the soft pant of her quickened breath hit his opened lips. He skimmed his nose across hers and closed his eyes as he breathed deeply. Sunflowers. A hint of vanilla. Cherry-scented lip gloss. And Angel. His angel, at least for the next week.
Angling his mouth so their lips were barely touching, he said, “Desire, Angie. Attraction. We have it. We don’t have to fake that. And since we’re alone, and that’s my ring on your finger, it seems only fair I get to steal a kiss.”
Anxiety mixed with excitement entered the emotional gumbo of her gaze, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. It brushed over the seam of his mouth, and he growled low in his throat. “Our first kiss of many.”
Then, closing his eyes, pretending he didn’t see the sudden flash of affection in hers, he dropped his mouth and kissed her.
He kissed the shit out of her.
That desire he’d said they had, well, it damn near set off an explosion in his truck. Fire, heat, panting breath. Thoughts that had no place in a cramped cab alongside a busy highway, at least not in the light of day. But hell if he wasn’t wishing he’d stopped at a hotel instead.
Angelle was soft—soft hair, soft lips, soft sighs of pleasure. And she tasted sweet. So damn sweet. This was his bit of heaven, right here, and while Cane had no right to keep her long, now that Angel was in his arms, he knew one night would never be enough. To get this woman out of his head, he’d have to extend his plan. It’d take at least a week with her in his own bed, stopping to refuel only when it became an absolute necessity. But he couldn’t rush this. This was Angelle. She required an entirely different game plan than the women he was used to. She needed to be wooed.
So, with his lips and tongue, Cane began showing her exactly what he wanted to do to her body. Everything he hoped to do before the week was out. And when her tiny, tentative hands reached out to grip the fabric of his shirt, he grinned.
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Are you all picturing Cane in your heads right now? Well, here is how author Rachel Harris envisioned Cane:
About Seven Day Fiance:
One bad boy. One good girl. One unforgettable week.
Angelle Prejean is in a pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancé—a fiancé who doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning him at a charity bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancé problem.
Cane Robicheaux is no one’s prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet, sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little fiancé game can finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once their seven days are up, so is their ruse.