Friday, 18 August 2017

Dirty, dirty xcerpt of HOT & FILTHY

“If I could fuck you every minute of every day, I would.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed, looking out to sea and the horizon; we were in paradise and in James’ arms I was in heaven. “I feel the same.”
“Do you?” he asked, spinning me around so that we were face to face. “So if I tossed you on that deck chair over there and had my way with you for the rest of the afternoon, you wouldn’t complain?” His eyes glimmered with mischief, while his mouth curled up into a crafty grin.
“Your butt cheeks might get a little burned,” I teased.
He gripped me by the elbows and hauled me across the deck to the waiting lounge chair, tossing me down onto the fabric. I’d chosen to wear a skirt, so there was no stripping needed, and before I could blink, he was on his belly and pushing the hem of my skirt up my waist while moving my bathing-suit bottoms to the side.
“I love that you shave,” he said, wasting no time and flicking out his tongue against my clit. My whole body shook. “Nothing between me and your sweet pink pussy, ever.” And then he dove in, lips, tongue and fingers, the whole shebang. Swirling and twisting, plunging and plundering, until I was a mewling, sopping wet mess, and my cheeks were beginning to get warm and probably pink from the ruthless sun.
“I … I don’t know about all day there, stud,” I said, already out of breath. “We might have to take things to the shade for a bit.” I shamelessly pushed my hips up into his face, letting his nose graze my clit, while his tongue fucked me, hard and swift. A curious finger made its way further beneath me, and he pushed, demanding I give him refuge. I arched my back to grant him access, and he slipped inside. I was so wet, so saturated with need that he had zero problems. We rarely used lube these days; we just didn’t need it.
He hummed against my cleft, sending a jolt of pleasure careening through me.
“One quick orgasm for me, baby, and then I’ll save you from the sun and go fuck you down below in our bed.”
“You’re relentless,” I sighed, my hands weaving their way into his hair and gently pulling on his scalp.
“Obsessed is a better word.” And then he closed his lips around my clit, pushed two fingers inside my pussy and started to scissor.
I was close, so damn close. Writhing on the deck chair, with burned cheeks and aching nipples, under the hot tropical sun, close.
“I can feel it, Emma. Let go, baby. You’re right there,” he hummed again, his buzzing lips sending another zing of need through my body.

I fished my hand into the top of my tank top and started tweaking a needy nipple, pulling and pinching, until that sweet bite of pain threw me over the edge of the cliff and I came hard into his unyielding and devoted mouth. Bowing my back against the chair, I pulled hard on his hair, burying his face in my pussy as the pleasure speared through me.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

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Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Pre-order Sultry Nights NOW! First Xcerpt of Quick and Dirty.

Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need. 

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     Nicole Morgan
Jocelyn Dex
     Alison Foster
     Kate Richards
     Linda O'Connor
     Samantha Holt
     Jerrie Alexander
     Whitley Cox
     Krista Ames
     Ursula Sinclair
     Measha Stone
     Tuesday Embers
     Siera London
     Rachel Shane
     Bonnie Phelps
     Misha Elliott
     Alyson Reynolds
     Jenna Bayley-Burke
     Madison Michael
     Pepper Goodrich
     Marcia James
     Destiny Blaine

The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.
Humiliated and angry Parker Ryan is ready to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul. Of course she can be adventurous. Exciting. Sexy. No matter what he said. She needs an exorcism, and Tate McAllister and the island of Moorea in Tahiti are just the man and place to do it. Tate is perfect for the job: billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist and, let’s face it, sex god. So maybe the affair isn’t the wisest move when she has to write her damn feature piece and review the hotel, but if he’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom for the next ten days, the fling will be worth it. Parker can get the job done and have Tate fulfill all her fantasies, and she won’t, repeat won’t fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.

“You know,” he started, making my head snap up, “I don’t see why we can’t make the most of your time here. Make one another feel good for the next ten days. You said you’re coming off a rough breakup, and I’m unattached. Isn’t it pretty much necessary to have an endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex after you break up with someone?”
An endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex?
No matter how hot the sauna was, my cheeks were hotter.
He moved over on the bench and pushed himself up, his forearms flexing with the weight of having to hold up his body. A second later, he was next to me on the bench.
“I mean, if you say ‘no,’ I’ll obviously respect your decision and back off.” His lips twisted, and he reached out and fingered a strand of my damp hair. “But something tells me you’re not totally sure if you want to say ‘no.’ Am I right?” His voice was dark and low, almost gravelly. It kissed across my skin, licking and biting, tasting and teasing and I wasn’t even touching him.
I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together, biting back a whimper from the ache I felt deep in my belly and my swollen clit.
“Quick and dirty, wasn’t that what you said?” His voice now tortured me. Every word, every syllable sent shards of need directly to my erogenous zones and made them spark alive.
All I could do was nod as I watched a sinfully delicious bead of sweat emerge on his sculpted upper lip. I wanted to lick it off; I wanted to lick every damn inch of the man.
“Well, ten days is quick, and what I’d like to do to you is all kinds of dirty, so . . . ” His eyes flicked up to mine while his hand landed on my bare thigh and squeezed. I inhaled abruptly from the heat of his touch. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t control it, they had a bloody life of their own; my eyes drifted down once again to his crotch. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as the bulge in his Speedo started to grow, lying thick and eager against his pelvic bone, desperate to break free of its Lycra prison.

Monday, 14 August 2017

Please welcome my friend, the very talented Bonnie Edwards and her heartwarming story, Whole Lot o' Love!

Ashlee Branton’s lottery win is giving her and her son a new, settled life back home. Except that returning to Blaine, Washington means facing her son’s father, Brick Harcourt, in a most unsettling way. Ashlee deserted Brick and his less-than-accepting family when she’d become pregnant. Refusing to be just a statistic, she worked hard to raise their baby on her own. But as luck would have it, she has a chance to repair what she broke back then. Dare she take one more chance on love? But Ashlee has two pasts now, one with Brick and one with an ex who wants to crash their reunion. Will she run again or stay and sacrifice money for love?

Whole Lot O’ Love
Bonnie Edwards
Chapter 1

Life had a lot of peculiar twists in it for the Branton clan. Cousin Tyce married an heiress who turned out to be his first love, but their other cousin Teri Branton was ditched at the altar and married a stranger within weeks.
Yes, Ashlee decided, the Brantons were given different, unusual paths to walk, and now Ashlee had one, too. Considering she was only twenty-three, she’d already been handed some doozies. A teenage pregnancy made her run off alone to take on single motherhood. After a short stint in school, she’d landed a decent job that paid the bills if not much more. Lost that job and started waitressing at a diner and lived broke—very broke.
And now this. The biggest, weirdest twist she could imagine.
She stretched out on the bed, propped her head on her hand and stared at her lottery ticket again. The numbers blurred on the strip of paper as she blinked through tears. Fearful she somehow had the numbers jumbled, she checked the screen of her phone again. Not jumbled. There they were; her birthday, Cory’s birthday, and Tommy’s.
She fisted a hand into her mouth to stop a shout of triumph? Fear? Excitement? With Cory asleep on his side of the bed, she had to be quiet. No shrieking, no giggling, no wild crazy joy. Her son would be cranky if he didn’t get a full night’s sleep.
Tracing the numbers on the ticket with a fingertip, she checked the screen on her phone again. She’d used Tommy’s birthdate out of habit, though they’d broken up last week.
The shakes began when she formed the amount in her mind. Half a million dollars. Half a million.
Five hundred thousand. Dollars. Real dollars.
Okay, that part had to be wrong. Luck like this didn’t happen to people like her. People from the La La Land Trailer Park did not win big. Not in the money department.
Except her cousins Tyce and Teri had won the game of love. And Tyce’s wife, Lisa, had inherited a ton from her husband, so in a way Tyce and Lisa had won in the money game.
Why couldn’t Ashlee win money? Maybe it was her turn.
Tommy, that’s why. He’d want half, if not more. But Tommy was gone, wasn’t he? He’d walked out of their lives a week ago because she wouldn’t let him move in. But she had Cory to consider and he’d never understood that.
He didn’t get that being with him for six months wasn’t long enough to take a chance. Not with Cory. And she hated the idea of living with a man just for the shared rent. That path led straight downhill to dependence and no way would she get talked into being dependent on a man. She’d been stuck there too often as a kid.
She was better off without Tommy, even if it meant she and Cory had to stay in this crappy motel until one of her job prospects panned out. She was an experienced administrative assistant and soon she’d leave the diner behind.
Soon, meaning first thing in the morning. She didn’t have to wait for a new job.
Because life had just taken another strange turn.
And she and Cory had to get the hell out of town. She’d walked away from her life before and she could do it now.
~ ~ ~
At seven a.m. she showed up at work to get what pay Luis owed her. He cursed her out when he learned she was leaving him short a server. “I can do the breakfast rush. Sue-Ellen needs the help. But I’ll be gone right afterward.” Luis snorted his acceptance and got back to the griddle.
Cory waited silently behind her. He knew something big had happened and he seemed scared. No wonder, she’d had all their belongings packed and stowed in a corner when he’d woken.
It wasn’t until she’d seen his worried face that she realized she could leave everything but their clothes and his toys behind. She gave him a coloring book and crayons out of his pack and set him up at a stool at the counter.
Two hours later, Cory was bored, well fed and ready to leave. So was she.
Sue-Ellen called her over after Luis headed into his shoebox of an office to get her pay. “Is Tommy hurting you? Did he come back and do something?”
“No, Tommy’s gone for good,” she said and shook her head for emphasis, “but he’s not a bad guy and he’d never hurt me or Cory.” She smiled at Sue-Ellen. Behind them she heard Luis grumbling about undependable people. The sound of his shuffling feet drew close.
“I have family stuff to see to and I have to leave right away.” They hugged and Ashlee took her pay from her boss and left the diner for the last time. She held Cory’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “I’ll never have to sling burgers again.”
He smiled up at her. “Good. I didn’t like that job. I liked your old one. Are you going back there?”
“No, sweetie, I’m not. We’re going to live better than that motel, though. I promise.”
If she were wearing a hat, she’d toss it in the air and twirl. Here she was, Ashlee Branton, single mom from the La La Land Trailer Park, completely free to do whatever she wanted when she wanted. She picked Cory up in her arms and swung him in a circle. “We’re moving away, Cory, and we’ll be happier than ever before, you’ll see.”
She staggered under his weight. He giggled, as he was meant to. “When did you get this big?” She dragged in a breath and set him down.
 “When you feeded me.” Their private joke made her laugh. “I’m five, Momma, not a baby,” he explained as if she needed to learn something important. She supposed their joke had grown old for Cory.
“So you are.” She held his hand to cross the street for the bus stop. Cory’s mittens were sodden from rain. February in Tacoma could be wet and miserable. Maybe they should go somewhere warmer instead of home to Bellingham. But Cory should have the benefit of more family, and she missed her mom and her cousins.
The bus arrived and she and Cory climbed on. She pulled his mittens off and warmed his hands in hers. She needed the anonymity of the bus, so she’d left her car behind the diner. Heading to the state lottery office to collect her win, she wanted her privacy. She did her mental checklist again.
Her lottery ticket was signed, her identification up to date, and she had a void check folded neatly in her wallet. Since she’d never actually used a check before, her mom had told her how to fill it out correctly. Unsure what to expect once she got to the office, her nerves jangled at the thought of her picture in the paper. But with it being a secondary win, and not a big jackpot, maybe they wouldn’t badger her about going public. Winners’ names may be public, but if it wasn’t a major jackpot then there shouldn’t be much fanfare.
She had enough money to pay for a nicer hotel than the dump they’d called home for the last three weeks. Once the money was hers, she’d go to a financial advisor at her bank and make decisions.
And then, in a couple of days, they’d go home to the La La Land Trailer Park and her mother. Tommy would never look there. But then, maybe he wasn’t looking. He hadn’t returned in the week since he’d left. Maybe she was concerned for no reason. If he didn’t care to come back then the money was hers, free and clear. He’d already left when she’d bought the ticket anyway.
Two days to gather her thoughts, make some plans and get advice. Easy. For once, her coming days would be easy.
~ ~ ~
Brick Harcourt took one last walk through the bungalow that would finance his dreams.  It had been a long hard road to get to this stage, but the house was ready. The stagers had done a good job. The furniture was cool and sophisticated, the knickknacks and pictures perfectly placed. He’d worked his butt off on these renovations and he wanted to be the one here on open-house day.
Now all he had to do was put some cookie dough on a tray and slide it into the oven. The house would smell homey and welcoming, and small touches helped on open-house day. At least that’s what his buddy Kyle McNamara told him. Everything he’d worked for hinged on this house selling, and the sooner, the better.
He pulled the tube of dough out of the grocery store bag and sliced it the way the instructions told him to. He should have pre-heated the oven first, but he did it now and had to wait. No problem; if this was the worst thing to happen today, he’d be a happy man. He could afford to be patient for a few more minutes.
He’d wasted a lot of years hiding from life, doing nothing, being angry and spinning his wheels. These last two had been spent on hard work and dreams. Patience had been key to this project.
He’d grown up next door to the McNamaras and Kyle’s dad had given Brick his carpentry apprenticeship. Once he was licenced, Kyle had opened up a place for him in his renovation business. Working with Kyle had forced him back into life and this house was the culmination.
Selling the house was also the beginning of the next phase of him putting his life in order. It represented success and moving forward. For the first time in years he felt free of loss. Free of anger and rebellion and all that rebellion meant. It was his time now and he would make the most of it.
He walked to the front door to check that the flags were flapping in the light breeze. The sun was out, rare in Bellingham in February. The day looked perfect. He heard a ding from the kitchen and guessed the oven had heated to the right temperature. He slid the cookie sheet inside and closed the door just as he heard a young voice coming from the front door. “Can we go inside now?”
“I think so,” came a woman’s voice in that singsong they used with kids.
His first prospect was here. He rounded the corner and stood in the hall, a welcoming grin on his face. There stood a boy and his mother. They were both young.
She had dark-blonde hair and wide, frightened blue eyes. Her mouth hung open in shock.
“Ashlee?” He looked from the woman to the boy who hopped through the front door like a frog. Shock rose, causing his mind to stall out. And then some other emotion grew near his heart as he gaped at the boy. He thought he’d never get the chance to feel this warmth as he looked into the eyes of his own son. She’d run off pregnant, and now here she stood, with a kid who looked just like him. The boy rose to full height and blinked at him, not like a frog at all.
The boy had his eyes, brilliant blue, and his hair, midnight black. Ashlee put her hand on the boy’s shoulder and meant to pull him backward out of the front door, but Brick strode straight for them. The boy must have felt the tension, the shock, the tangle of fear, anger and raw pain because his eyes widened and stopped Brick in his tracks.
He fell to his knees to meet the boy’s eyes dead on. To show him he’d never need to be afraid, not of Brick, not ever. He worked to soften his expression.
“Don’t leave.” It was all he could come up with. The rest of whatever he wanted to say flew out of his head.
The boy looked up over his shoulder at his mother. “Momma?” He shrugged the shoulder Ashlee Branton was holding. “You’re hurtin’ me.”
He wanted to snatch up the boy, grab him to his chest and bury his nose in his neck to smell him, to know him. How he felt, how he smelled, how much he weighed, how soft his hair was, how deep his soul was, how fast his heart beat and how strongly. “Will you tell me your name? Please?” he addressed the boy.
Ashlee drew in a sharp breath but released their son from her grip and rubbed his shoulder where she’d pinched. “Go ahead, it’s okay,” she said, her familiar husky voice icily calm.
“I’m Cory,” he said.
“I’m Brick Harcourt, Cory.” And I love you already. “I’m pleased to meet you,” he said solemnly. Cory. His name was Cory. He blinked back tears.
Ashlee got a strange look on her face and then went board stiff. She tapped Cory on the head so he’d look up at her. When he did, she spoke softly. “Cory, you’ve asked about your dad, right?”
“Yeah, the other kids in school have dads.”
“Well,” she said, “Brick Harcourt is yours.”

Multi-published author Bonnie Edwards lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She believes life should be lived with joy and humour. You can find both in her earthy, irreverent, love stories. Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending.

With three ongoing romance series (steamy paranormal, sexy contemporary and heartwarming Christmas) and contemporary family novels, she rarely spends a day without writing. She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Kensington Books, Harlequin Books, Carina Press, and Robinson (UK) although now she publishes her work herself. Look for more exciting releases throughout 2017 and 2018…

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Sunday, 13 August 2017

Now I blindfold you so you have no idea where I’m going to strike or when

Emma Everly didn’t know true love or happiness until she met enigmatic millionaire James Shaw. He turned her world upside down, all for the better, possessing her heart, body, and soul. He brought her over to the dark and dirty side and opened her eyes to the wild and kinky sex Emma didn’t even know she craved.
Now they’re married and ready to start their life together, and Emma realizes all her dreams are coming true. With a romantic honeymoon planned on a live-aboard boat in French Polynesia with nothing but her handsome husband and the fishes, Emma is positive James will take her body to newer and more extreme heights of pleasure. But James has other ideas, and even in the middle of their sexy sea adventure, their relationship is put to the test. Emma must find a way to come to terms with James’ demands or risk ruining their first holiday as husband and wife.

He had me naked in seconds. My chest heaved while my throat felt dry and my pussy was saturated; I’m sure there was a big damp patch on the bed beneath me. And then he went to work. Methodical and precise, like he was with everything, he’d wrap a strand of the elastic around my thigh to measure and then measure again before he cut.
A master craftsman in the woodshop, my man could make anything, be it an armour, a bed, a table, or a naughty spanking bench that we pulled out on weekends, he was a pro. So to see him put the expertise of measure twice, cut once, into play here, in the bedroom, made me smile.
He put two around each thigh, one around each bicep, one around my back and across my breasts, another around my stomach and then the final one lower across my hips so that it rested on the top of my pubic bone. By the time he was finished and I looked down at his handy work I felt more like a zebra than a blushing bride.
“God, you look sexy,” he said with a growl. “So fucking sexy.”
I licked my lips and looked up into his eyes. “Now what?”
“Now?” he leaned over to the nightstand again and grabbed a black sash. “Now I blindfold you so you have no idea where I’m going to strike or when.” And then he wrapped the soft sash around my head until I couldn’t see a thing.

Friday, 11 August 2017

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When Darcelle Lebeau throws off the invisible chains that keep her bound to her family, she discovers a new vocation. Tempted to enter the illegal playground of a man she nicknames Matou, she becomes a cat burglar in training. Deeply ensnared with each task he entices her to fulfill, she fails to discover his identity and true intentions.
Sebastian St. Croix, a wealthy businessman, has a dark side. He’s a thief, a cat burglar who steals art and historical objects. For one year, he trains Darcelle to become his assistant, remaining incognito, observing her from afar. His admiration grows along with his desire for her with every phase-one challenge she completes. Phase two will test the limits of his control. Hands-on personal training? Yes. Sex? No. With his sister’s happiness at stake, nothing, not even the tempting Darcelle Lebeau, can interfere with accomplishing the biggest break-in of his career.

DARCELLE STEELED HERSELF before entering the study. She’d been shocked to discover her own clothes laid out for her. This stranger had insinuated himself deep into her life, and she was determined to find out why.
He was seated at a large desk, hands behind his head, long legs stretched before him, and feet propped on the desktop. Arrogant man. Before her strides brought her to stand across from him, he pointed at a chair positioned at an angle to the desk. It was straight in line with his gaze, so he could study her at his ease.
“Sit there.” He returned his hands to the back of his head.
Darcelle ignored the command, stopping at the edge of the desk. “Who are you?”
A glimmer of heat flashed. “If you want your questions answered, you will sit. Do not defy me. There will be consequences.”
Unmoved by the threat, she pressed her lips in a tight line and narrowed her eyes. If it was a battle of wills he wanted, she’d be happy to oblige.
He stared pointedly at her. “Do you want answers?”
She balled her hands into fists. He had her. Without looking at him, she sat.
“Good girl.”
She shot her gaze up to him. Gods. I’d like to wipe that smirk from your face. Or kiss it away. What the hell was wrong with her? She should look out for herself not sink deeper under his thrall.
He abruptly dropped his feet to the floor and sat forward, his gaze aimed so sharply at her that she jerked back.
“There’s a price for my services. It’s time for you to pay.”

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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Well if that’s how you orgasm we’re going to have some issues

He was her addiction; she was his everything…
Emma Everly is ready for her happily ever after. James Shaw doesn’t know happiness. But Emma knows that there is more to the brilliant and sexy millionaire project developer. Yearning to experience the world of pleasure that James is offering her, with no strings and no future, Emma agrees to the parameters of his proposition. No love, just sex  —and lots of it. After only one weekend, Emma feels her heart begin to bind to the man, and she knows she needs more, only James’ walls are up and he remains guarded and distant. He’s hiding something. As Emma falls hard and fast, into his intoxicating world of sex and passion, she fears that her own checkered past and James’ secrets may be what’s keeping their happily ever after just beyond their grasp.

…I took a bite of my salad and closed my eyes as a harmonious blending of flavors burst across my tongue. A vinaigrette like I’d never tasted before; spicy, grainy mustard with a hint of maple and smoky notes finishing with a citrus bite that had me all but licking the bowl by the time I’d finished. I looked up from my plate and saw James staring at me with a curious half smirk, the flash of his grin making my heart stop for just a moment. Did I have food on my face? Was I inhaling it like I came from a family of twelve wrestlers? Was I eating too much? What?
“Do you like it?” he asked with genuine curiosity and perhaps even a bit of hope in his voice.
“It’s unbelievable. Delicious doesn’t do it justice, it’s… orgasmic.” I used my finger to wipe my bowl clean, licking off the dressing.
“Orgasmic? Well if that’s how you orgasm we’re going to have some issues. I’ll never know when you’ve climaxed; you just sat there and ate the salad with your eyes closed and a tiny smile on your face. Is that how you come?”
I  spat my wine out everywhere. “T-that’s not what I meant,” I stammered, wiping my lips and the counter top with my napkin. “I just meant that the salad was pure pleasure; it was wonderful, thank you.” I could feel my face getting hot; it was probably as red as the Malbec.
“So, I will know when you come?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I had my head down staring into my wine glass; this was a very weird start to our impromptu date. I dared to peek a look at him out of the corner of my eye and he was finishing his salad with a shit-eating grin on his face. Oh this man.

Monday, 7 August 2017

These nights are HOT! I'd rob the cradle for Duncan in a heartbeat. Don't miss Bohemia Nights by my good friend Lucy Lakestone!


Thea McKay likes her quiet, private life well enough. She creates pop-up paper art that no one ever sees, hangs out with her friends and admires men from afar. But then, at a play premiere, she meets gregarious video blogger Duncan Flyte. An incorrigible charmer with dubious motives, he’s handsome, hilarious and overwhelming. When he says he won’t stop showcasing her to his legions of fans unless she agrees to spend seven nights with him, her world turns upside down. The offer is both outrageous and tempting. Those seven nights don’t have to be passionate, but what if Thea wants them to be? Can she raise the stakes with this adorable Scottish import — especially when Duncan’s cheerful campaign to woo her may be just one more spectacular lie that will break her heart?

This is the fifth novel in the award-winning Bohemia Beach series, each a steamy standalone romance set among a circle of young artists in the enchanting Florida city they call home.



“Do you have a headache, love?”
Damn it. I opened my eyes. He was still there, now standing in front of me. Beams from evening’s golden hour poured through the windows and cast him in the kind of glow a Hollywood lighting director only dreams of.
“I’m fine,” I ground out, trying to ignore his beauty. “What was that all about?”
“They came over with pizza, and I thought you might like some, since we had a date anyway.”
“Not a date.”
“Oh, Thea.” He sat on the couch next to me, almost rocking the furniture. Somehow he seemed even bigger sitting down, his body large and warm next to mine. “Look, I can tell you’re annoyed. They’re my peeps. Like a third arm. I didn’t think you’d mind. Please forgive me. Can we start over?”
“Start what over? The torture session?” I found one of the few remaining beers and opened it, dropping the cap on the coffee table. I took a sip and glanced up at him. To my surprise, he looked hurt. Genuinely hurt.
“I’m not that bad, am I?” he asked.
“Well, I — ”
He leaned closer. “You’re gorgeous tonight. Your hair, it’s like a sunrise. And the rest of you . . . ” His gaze unabashedly slid over my body and back to my eyes.
My mouth dropped open in stunned silence, whether at his brazenness or the compliments, I wasn’t sure.
He closed it with his lips.
One moment I was staring at him as he leaned close to me, and the next, he’d captured my mouth with his.
And it was like fireworks going off. Lightning, thunder shaking me to my toes, a storm under my skin. And he was only tasting me, sipping my lips as one arm slid up and around my shoulder to cradle my neck. With his other hand, he smoothly took my beer bottle and set it on the table, never losing contact with me.
He tilted his head to take more of my mouth, and I melted like a puddle of butter. I should have pushed him away, but I moaned instead, and he answered me with an “Mmmm” tinged with amusement. He deepened his kiss. His tongue touched mine, teasing, and his mouth opened, hungry, devouring me. His free hand slid to my knee, squeezing, caressing. He drew his lips over my jawline, my neck, sucking and tonguing my electrified skin as I leaned against the back of the couch, feeling his big, hard body bending into mine.
Stop this! I told myself.
But I didn’t want to. But I had to. Oh, my God, Duncan Flyte is kissing the hell out of me. It was a disaster in the making. But it was so delicious.
His hand moving up my thigh brought me to my senses. Too much, too fast.
I sat up, interrupting his kiss. Not that I wanted to. Damn it.
“Thea,” he whispered, moving in to kiss me again.
I held up a hand in front of his face. He pressed his lips lightly against my fingers.
I couldn’t help a tiny sound, somewhere between a whimper and a groan. He smiled.
“Let me,” he whispered.
“Just wait. I need to think.”
“Don’t think.” He grasped my wrist, freezing the hand I’d put up to stop him, and sucked on the tip of my index finger, slowly, his eyes closed, turning it into an erogenous zone I didn’t know I had. Heat blossomed between my legs, in places that hadn’t been touched by a man in two years, as his other hand slid around my waist, slipping up under my shirt, caressing the warm skin of my back. I arched into his touch, and his mouth moved to the next finger, and the next, each digit a gateway drug to the high I wanted most of all: Duncan Flyte.

Lucy Lakestone lives on Florida’s east central coast, among the towns that serve as an inspiration for the hot romances of her award-winning Bohemia Beach Series. In addition to writing novels, she’s been a journalist, photographer, editor and video producer. She loves lightning and can’t resist a road trip. She is also the author of a novel of romantic suspense, DESIRE ON DEADLINE. You can learn more about the author, connect with her on social media and sign up for her newsletter (and get a free story) at