Mid Week Tease: It’s not too late for your SUMMER CRUSH with @SashaHibbs

It’s the last Wednesday of August. How did that happen? If you’d like to stretch your summer to the very end, join me in a sweet SUMMER CRUSH!

SUMMER CRUSH is a collection of wonderfully romantic stories written by today’s hottest YA authors. Here’s a *SURPRISE* tease from one of my favorite YA authors, Sasha Hibbs. Here story, Sutton Summer, headlines this fantastic box set of YA Romance.

SUMMER CRUSH

Summer is the time for lazy days at the beach, sun-kissed hair, flip-flops, and sizzling nights with a new crush.  Those stolen glances and first kisses can quickly spark a flame. However, the road to love isn’t always a smooth ride.

Every Summer has a story, whether it’s a second chance on love, seeing a friend in a different light, or taking a step in a new direction with someone special. Love and long days create endless possibilities, but can a summer crush really last?

The Tease from Sutton Summer by Sasha Hibbs:

 

Wiping off the counter, McKenzie caught a glimpse of Abigail sashaying up to Dylan’s counter. McKenzie looked away as Abigail was planting a kiss on him. She could deal with it, but she wasn’t going out of her way to watch it any more than necessary. A thought pricked her in the mind. Would’ve Abigail been this interested in Dylan last year as what she seemed to be this summer? But then that rational voice grabbed hold of McKenzie, the one she didn’t like to hear. It told her that she was no different. She looked at Abigail and couldn’t help but feel how shallow she was, but then again, McKenzie had been no better. Funny how things could change so drastically in the course of one year, inside and out.

 “Hey, Kenz?” McKenzie’s head snapped up in Dylan’s direction. He hadn’t called her by that nickname since last summer, pre-disaster.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Cover for me? Ten minutes?” Dylan asked, hopping over the counter in an all too cool way landing perfectly on the other side.

 

As McKenzie watched Dylan swoop up a squealing red bikini clad Abigail, she answered, “Yep.”

Dylan’s side of the office was vacant, all the boaters that were going to rent already had for the day. But as she watched Dylan and Abigail run down to the shore and jump into the lake, McKenzie’s line was stacking up.

 

Ten minutes her butt! While Dylan and Abigail were frolicking in the lake, McKenzie spent the last forty five minutes serving Skittles, nachos, and coke to a line of hungry kids. From across the counter she heard Dylan’s phone ring.

 

Maybe it was her Aunt Jenny.

 

McKenzie ran through the door over to Dylan’s side. Snatching the phone up, she recognized her Aunt Jenny’s number flash across.

 

“Hello,” McKenzie said. “Hello….”

 

Shoot! She’d just missed her. McKenzie slid the off button to get to the home screen to call her back when she froze in place.

 

McKenzie stood there, paralyzed by the image on Dylan’s home screen flashing up at her.

It couldn’t be….

 

After all her painful words, ones she’d regretted since they slipped off her tongue, Dylan still kept the picture of her he took all those long months ago.

 

Shaking herself out of her stupor, McKenzie quickly laid his phone down and ran back to her side of the office.

 

Her mind was racing. What could that mean? Did Dylan still care for her? In that way? Did he feel the way about McKenzie as he apparently felt about Abigail? Why else would he have saved her picture? Was there hope?

 

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Mid Week Tease: PUSHED by @AuthorAFCrowell #MWTease

Howdy, Teasers! A.F. Crowell is my guest today. She’s sharing PUSHED, the first book in the Torn series. A.F. was creative with her tease and provided the sexy little graphic below. Enjoy!

 

PUSHED (Torn Book 1) by A.F. Crowell

Trauma RN Leila Matthews has seen it all and nothing phased her anymore. Until that morning. Her whole world came crashing down around her when she entered Trauma 3. In the midst of that chaos, an unfamiliar, yet drop dead gorgeous, face appeared.
Leila had no time for relationships, not that she wanted one to begin with. Her parents’ example left her with serious trust and commitment issues. She hadn’t wanted anyone enough to let down her guard. Until he walked into that waiting room.

Brody Davis was an attractive, wealthy, bed-hopping player. No woman would ever conquer his heart. After losing the only two people he loved at an early age, he built a wall. A cold, heartless, love ‘em and leave ‘em wall. As a real estate developer and mogul, Brody traveled and never sat still. He didn’t need or want anything more than a quick conquest. That all changed the moment he laid eyes on his best friend’s baby sister.

Can Leila trust Brody with her heart? Can Brody stay faithful and make his best friend see, that to him, she’s different?

Or will she be pushed too far.

Tease~

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Amazon / Smashwords / Boroughs Publishing

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Mid Week Tease: Take a Trip to #Rio with Sabrina Sol and #DuranDuran #MWTease

Hey, it’s Wednesday and time for another Mid Week Tease! Okay, so who remembers Duran Duran? Hungry Like the Wolf, Rio, Girls on Film, The Reflex? You can thank me later  for the ear worms because you’ll be humming those tunes all day!

Well, I have something even better…romances inspired by the music of Duran Duran. Really, how cool is that? Check out my Mid Week Tease guest, Sabrina Sol, and her contribution to the collection, Rio…

COME UNDONE:

Romance Stories Inspired by the Music of Duran Duran

Once upon a time in the 80s there was a band, whose members stole the hearts of many a young girl. With their guyliner, unique fashion and music that struck through the heart, Duran Duran changed how we hear and see music. Today nine hot romance authors bring you stories inspired by their music. 

 

RIO by Sabrina Sol

When workaholic CFO Chase Simon is forced to take a tropical vacation, he sure as hell doesn’t expect to enjoy it. But when he finds out that he’ll be spending the next seven days with Rio, a sexy celebrity dancer from his past, his doubts begin to fade. Will life in the real world ever be the same for Chase again after discovering paradise in Rio’s arms? 

Tease:

She didn’t want to want him.

Yet when he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb and moved his face closer to hers, her resolve to push him away nearly evaporated.

Nearly.

 “You said it yourself. We’re too different. We don’t work well together,” she whispered and met his gaze head on.

He pulled her against him fully, and she felt his growing arousal.

“I was wrong. There’s one thing we both know that we do together pretty fucking well.”

Chase whispered the last few words against her mouth. When she didn’t protest, he pushed in for a kiss. Warm, soft, and tentative.

It was nice, but nothing she couldn’t walk away from. That is until his tongue swiped her bottom lip and jolted alive every sense, every nerve, making the rest of her resolve shatter in his arms. Sighing, she grabbed his shirt with both hands and kissed him back with fervor. His arms wrapped around her body, hugging her as if she might be carried away by the ocean breeze.

Their kisses turned hard and demanding, almost punishing. As if each of them had a price to pay for withholding such pleasure for so long.

“God, I almost forgot how good you taste. So fucking sweet, like cherry,” he mumbled in between kisses. “I want to taste you everywhere. Please tell me you’re going to let me?”

Amazon link: http://amzn.to/1hwIgJA

Bio:

Sabrina Sol is the chica who loves love. She writes steamy romance stories featuring smart and sexy Latinas in search of their Happily Ever Afters. She lives in Southern California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one Bulldog, and is part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are NOT the source of inspiration for her characters. Or so she tells them.

Website: www.sabrinasol.com

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Mid Week Tease: Cait Jarrod shares her #GirlCode #MWTease

Happy Mid Week Tease Day! Today’s tease is from Cait Jarrod’s short story, FAITH, in the charity anthology, GIRL CODE. Cait was sweet enough to make this pretty graphic for the tease and here’s a message from Cait:

Hi Everyone!

Writers In Crime gals and me had a great time writing stories of friendship and romance. Below is a snippet from FAITH.

All proceeds from sales are going to the Wounded Warriors Project.  Introduction by Julie Ann Walker.  

Happy Reading!

 ~Cait

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Amazon

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All Romance eBooks

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Mid Week Tease: “Do you want me to stop?” STIRRING UP DIRTY by Kacey Hammell #MWTease

Happy Mid Week Tease Day! I’m on business in San Francisco this week but wanted to take a moment to dedicate the tease to Kacey Hammell’s newest release, Stirring Up Dirty. I love the cover and this sexy tease. Enjoy!

 

Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell

Stirred by Love, 1

Shaken and stirred with a splash of dirty…. 

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist. 

Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her…on so many levels.

The Tease:

“Damn it. Who let the door close? Drew, fuck, you know better.” The masculine voice from somewhere in the back startled her. Thankfully she recognized the voice or she’d have been screaming bloody murder about being locked in a room with a stranger.

“Sorry, Eric. It’s Candy. I closed the door.” She moved further into the room and around one large utility shelving unit.

“Christ, what the hell are you doing in here?”

She found him near the back wall, piling boxes of what looked like the nuts she had to find on a small cart.

“I was giving Melissa a hand.” She pointed at the item in his hand. “I was going to take them out for her, for after closing, and give her a hand.”

He snorted, set down the case and reached for another one. “I don’t think a woman like you would be into this type of work. Don’t want you breaking a nail or anything like that.”

“Oh shut up, dickhead. You’re so pompous.”

He raised his head and glared at her.

“Don’t look at me like that, either. I’m no stranger to hard work.” She scanned the room. Jesus, wasn’t there air-conditioning in this little closet? She pulled at the neckline of her scoop neck top. “Anything else I can help with?”

Eric set aside the last case and leaned against the shelf. His arms crossed over his chest, and Candy tried to ignore the bulging biceps that stood out beneath the sleeves of his grey t-shirt.

Ah, hell.

Her heart skipped and her pussy throbbed. Just when she thought she’d shoved the need for him aside, he had to go and look all manly and tasty standing there.

“I thought you were here to whisk my sister off somewhere?” She hated that he could see right through her plans. “Or are you here for a job? No longer young enough for those crazy sharks in magazines these days?”

Oh the bastard knew how to cut her to the quick. She wasn’t a washed-up has-been, but her time in the fashion and modeling limelight had come and gone. “You really need to let go of that high-and-mighty attitude. You know nothing about me. Now,” she waved her arms, “anything here need to be taken out front?”

He smirked, and she wanted to slap him. But he shrugged and pointed to the shelf above her head. “I need that red box there brought down. The blue one beside it too. They aren’t heavy, just napkins.”

She nodded and lifted her arms. In her six-inch heels it was hard to reach so high, and she widened her stance for better balance. The tips of her fingers eased the red box closer to the edge for her to grab the sides. She lowered it and set it on the stack of cases he had on the cart.

“I’m glad I can help. Melissa looked a bit frazzled out there. She is a hard worker.”

He coughed. “We all grew up working hard.”

Candy reached for the blue box and nodded. “It seems like a great family unit that you all have.” Crap, this one was a bit farther back. She felt a breeze cross her skin as her top rose, baring her midriff. She wobbled on her heels. Shit. That’s all she needed was to fall on her ass while in a skirt and look like a fool.

Warm hands suddenly circled her waist. Gasping, she drew in a deep breath and grabbed on to the shelf with both hands as he touched her.

“Easy there, darlin’. Those heels aren’t exactly made for working.” His searing breath washed over her neck. Electric currents spread along her skin, igniting and firing to life. Goddamn, goddamn.

This wasn’t on the agenda tonight, or when she planned to come here. She didn’t have time for distractions. Especially not a sizzling hot attractive man who made her want to scream to fuck her.

“Umm, I guess I hadn’t planned on working tonight. But uhh…” Frig, she sounded like a bumbling idiot. “I could almost reach this one.” Eric moved in closer against her, his right hand easing across her stomach while the left closed over hers on the shelf. 

“You’re not exactly the type of woman to be back here working like this.”

“I’m not?” Her question came out squeaky, and she hated how weak she sounded. She gritted her teeth as his palm burned through her skirt. She wanted to close her stance and rub her thighs together. Need coursed through her, warming her from the inside out.

“No, you’re not.”

“I don’t mind hard work.”

“You’re a woman who shouldn’t get her hands dirty. Nor lift anything too heavy. You should be catered to and worshiped.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Hardly. But I don’t think that’s how you really see me, is it? You see me as a weak female who needs a man to take care of her.”

She glanced his way. He inched forward. Jesus, why wouldn’t her feet move? They seemed glued to the floor and she couldn’t handle him any closer.

“Oh you need a man to take care of you, all right.” His chin skimmed along her shoulder. She shivered and gripped the shelf tighter. “You think I can’t smell your arousal in here?” he ground out on a harsh whisper.

She gasped and tried to pull away. No. He wouldn’t weaken her. Not in here. But his chest aligned with her back, pressing his dick against her ass.

His breath warm against the back of her neck, she closed her eyes. Warm, hard, strong, his heat protected her while it held her captive.

“The moment I saw you in this cloth of a skirt and tight shirt, my dick got hard, Candy.” He pushed forward, confirming his words. “And I knew I couldn’t let you out of here without touching you.” He slid his fingers up her thigh, pushing beneath the hem of her skirt and brushing back and forth. “Your skin is so soft.” He nipped the back of her neck with his teeth.

She trembled. This was a very bad idea. Being in here with him, allowing him to explore her further, couldn’t—wouldn’t—do her any favors.

But it had been so long since she let anyone close like this. Not that it was any excuse. He was the first man in ages to stir deep desires from within her. And he was the last man she should allow too close.

“You’re shaking.” Sliding his right hand to her hip, then to her ass cheek, he squeezed it and groaned. Delving further, he inched his way beneath her skirt until skin met skin.

Candy panted, her limbs on fire and pussy throbbing.

“So responsive.” He explored the globe of her flesh, fisting it. “I need to see where else you want to be touched.”

“Eric,” she moaned. The yearning almost choked her. At the same time, she wanted to walk away before she made a mistake.

“Do you want me to stop?” His other hand joined the first in kneading the flesh of her backside. Air wafted across her skin when he lifted her skirt to her waist, baring her completely, sending a chill down her spine.

Desperation clawed at her. Craving his touch, even with doubts clouding her mind and urging her to call a halt to it all, she wanted his hands all over her.

He shifted his hands, and his thumbs slid into the crack of her ass, feathering lightly over her thong before sliding around to her clit. Her grip tightened on the shelving in front of her and she widened her stance. There would be no turning back. 

Stirring Up Dirty is now available here:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon / AllRomance eBooks

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Mid Week Tease: King Stud by Liv Rancourt

Happy Mid Week Tease Day! 

Surprise to Liv Rancourt! This surprise is for you!

King Stud by Liv Rancourt

Faced with the drafty interior of a big box store on a Sunday evening, Danielle did what any other single woman would do. She whipped out her cell phone, scrolled through her contacts, and sent up a prayer to whichever god was listening. She’d been back in Seattle exactly three days, just long enough to have figured out things at her grandmother’s house were a lot worse than she’d anticipated.

Maeve picked up on the third ring. “Why aren’t you here?”

Relief trailed out on a sigh, and Danielle eyed the rack of lumber, each six foot piece as wide as her hand. Those boards wouldn’t fit in her Mini Cooper, which might not matter since she wasn’t sure they’d fix the problem. “Because I’m here.”

“Where?” The brew-fueled babbling on Maeve’s end of the call made her location obvious: her favorite hang-out, the Pig N’ Whistle.

“Home Depot.”

“You nerd,” Maeve said, then hollered ‘Home Depot’ to the crowd around her. A surge in the general hubbub gave Danielle’s location a big thumbs-down.

“Do I want to know what you’re up to?” Maeve’s voice dampened, as if she’d cupped the phone to cut out the background noise.

“Well, the kitchen floor’s kind of a problem.” It topped the list of challenges at Danielle’s late grandmother’s house, right ahead of ‘no heat’ and ‘intermittent electricity’.

“That whole house is a disaster.”

“Shut up. There’s nothing a little elbow grease can’t fix.”

“Wishful thinking,” Maeve said over a swell of crowd noise. “You don’t believe that any more than I do.”

Danielle scratched the hairline at the back of her neck, wanting nothing more than a long, hot shower. “Guess I got a couple months to prove us both wrong, then.” Maeve had been her best friend since high school, her go-to phone call when things turned to shit in L.A. In the three days Danielle had been back in Seattle, Maeve had been her rock.

She rested against one of the orange metal stepladders employees used to reach the top shelves. The whole thing shifted, zapping her with fear the top boxes would come tumbling down on her. Why not? The oversized store, the oversized project, hell, the oversized change in her life could very well squash her flat.

If Maeve had been at home, painting her toenails or paying bills, Danielle would have invited her down to the ol’ Home Depot right off. But now? No way could she interrupt Happy Hour.

To her right, a man pushed one of the store’s big dollies up the wide aisle. He wore a black knit cap pulled down almost to his brows, allowing just a fringe of dark curls and long sideburns to show.

“Just come have a pint with the rest of us,” Maeve said. “The floor will be there when you get home. Tomorrow’s Veteran’s Day and the place is packed.”

“Honey, it’s the kitchen floor.” Danielle gave Mr. Sideburns a ‘privacy please’ grimace, then almost made a fool of herself double-taking his return smile. His dimples and blue eyes had a familiar feel.

“Don’t ‘honey’ me,” Maeve said. “You can’t cook there anyway. Nothing works. Did you call my brother yet?”

“Not yet.” Danielle rubbed her forehead, pushing back the headache that wanted to take over. Focus. She was in no shape to play with Mr. Sideburns, no matter how sexy he looked in his paint-splattered UW sweatshirt. “Last time I saw Ryan O’Connor he was a ten-year-old with a dirty face and holes in the knees of his jeans.”

“Call him. He knows his stuff.” Maeve said. “And you’re family, babe. There’s nothing more important than family.”

Danielle had to smile. Maeve’s family – her rowdy brothers and generous, loving parents – had been Danielle’s ideal since she was a kid. In comparison, her own mother had relied upon a principle of benign neglect when it came to raising Danielle, her carelessness contradicted by a perverse inability to approve of any of Danielle’s life choices.

“You’re a good sport to help me out like this,” Danielle said.

“I figure if I’m nice enough, you’ll stick around.”

“Yeah, my boss’d love that.” Right now, her job was the best part of life in L.A.

Mr. Sideburns pulled a couple sticks of lumber from the rack, angling them across the top of the bags of concrete and box of tiles already in his cart. He lifted them with no more effort than if he was pulling a box of cereal off the shelf in the grocery store.

Danielle dragged her eyes down to the floor. No more ogling the other shopper. The buffed and gorgeous other shopper. Who probably had all kinds of women admiring his dimples and sideburns and whatever was hiding under his worn-out jeans.

Danielle convinced Maeve this wasn’t a good night for drinks with the gang and tucked her phone away. Like any L.A. woman worth her yoga studio membership, her usual approach to home improvement meant calling a local contractor. She could have done the same thing this time, except she’d given in to the impulse to get her hands dirty.She refused to look too deeply at that decision, because it probably meant something significant. Why else would someone with a great job, a gorgeous condo, and a busy life drop out for a three-month leave of absence?

When the project was done, she ought to take a long vacation and figure out why she’d chosen to come home to Seattle, why she wanted to do the work herself. Until then, she needed to leave off the introspection and go ask one of the orange-vested employees for some help.

“Must be bad to get you into Home Depot on a Sunday evening.” Mr. Sideburns leaned on his cart and gave her an appreciative once-over, his almost-cocky baritone mellowed by a hint of laughter.

Hitting on me? Not until I’ve had a shower, dude. Danielle jumped up from the ladder, ready to run. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Got that right,” he said, mostly to himself. “Sounds like you need a carpenter.” A wry grin tweaked the corner of his mouth, just enough to show a dimple. “Ryan O’Connor.”

“Ryan?” The wheels in her head burned rubber tracking back through the conversation with Maeve. How much did he hear? “It’s been what? Fifteen years?” She raked a strand of hair out of her face, torn between embarrassment over her woefully unwashed state and stupidity for blushing like a teenager. “Danielle Jacobsen.”

“Figured.” He smiled wide enough to show both dimples. Yep. Definitely related to Maeve. As a kid he’d had freckles and a snub nose. His nose was still rounded at the end and it looked like he’d broken it at least once, and his jeans had the kind of shredded wear at the knees that L.A. hipsters paid big dollars to copy. Her reserve melted until it warmed parts of her anatomy that had no business heating up in a Home Depot store.

“So … um … you’re Maeve’s little brother.” Danielle offered her hand, covering her momentary fluster with a glossy SoCal smile.

He wrapped her in a grip so sure and strong she didn’t want to let go. “Yep. I heard you were back from L.A.”

Danielle loosened her grasp to keep from giving him the wrong idea. Or to keep from giving herself the wrong idea. “Got here Thursday.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the Pig with Maeve?”

“Well, my grandmother’s house is kind of run down, and there’s this hole in my kitchen floor.” She gave a weak laugh, the banks of glaring fluorescent lights turning their conversation into a stage play.

Ryan stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged like he’d already seen worse than anything she could show him. “Before you spend any money, let’s go take a look.”

“Not tonight. I mean, it’s a holiday weekend.” If he was anything like Maeve, there was a bar stool with his name on it somewhere. “I’ll call you and get on your schedule.”

He gestured to his cart. “I just gotta pay for this stuff and we can go. Don’t buy anything ’til we know what you need.”

“But you must have plans.”

“Yep. I’m going to help out a pretty woman.” He lifted his eyebrows in a clear gesture of approval.

It’s like that, is it? She pinched her lips to stifle a grin, aiming for stern with a helping of skeptical. “Pretty older woman.”

“What do you expect from a kid with holes in his jeans?” He gave his cart a shove in the direction of a checkout line.

It would have been rude not to follow.

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Mid Week Tease: “You don’t love him.” #PassionOfUs #MWTease #WIP

Happy Mid Week Tease Day! It’s a great day to take a break and read a few teasers from recent releases, backlisted titles or even a work still in progress. My tease is from my WIP, Passion of Us, book 2 of The McAvery Brothers.

Here’s more fire from Alex and Miranda…

“What’s going on with you and the crown prince of England?” Alex demanded.

Miranda continued tapping on her laptop. “You lost the right to know about my personal life a long time ago.”

“So that’s how it works, he blows into town and you two pick up where you left off?”

Tilting her head, she narrowed her eyes, pinning him with her stare. “Left off?”

“Left off, as in last year.”

“How did you know I dated Jasper last year?”

“Are you kidding me, M. I kept tabs on you over the past few years. You didn’t want me in your life, but I had to make sure you were safe and no one hurt you.”

She shook her head, anger raced through her veins. “So no one hurts me? You did a pretty damn good job of that on your own. It would be hard for anyone to top that. You are such a control freak, Alex. You shatter my life then monitor me and the people I see? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You don’t love him. I know you.” She read a glimmer of  doubt in his eyes.

“You lost the right to know anything about me when your hand reached for someone else’s ass. Now get out of my office.”

 

Ah-ha, there may be someone else in Miranda’s life but Alex is always up for a challenge. Tune in next time for more Passion of Us. If you haven’t read Colors of Us and would like to check it out, 1-Click it on Amazon!

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Mid Week Tease: “Eyes up here.” #WIP Passion of Us

Howdy, teasers! I’m thrilled to say now that Wonderful Smells Like Fire and Midnight is wrapped up and in submission mode, I’ve jumped back to Passion of Us, Book 2 of The McAvery Brothers Series. A HUGE thank you goes out to my McAvery fans for your patience and also for your notes and messages asking for more McAvery. 

Here’s a sneak peek at what you can expect from Alex and Miranda…

“What’s it gonna take?” Alex crossed the threshold of her office doorway and stopped in front of her desk.

Miranda glanced up from her computer monitor. “For what?”

“For you to forgive me. For you to give us another chance,” he said with a low sexy rumble that settled low in her stomach.

Miranda rested her elbows on the desk’s surface and studied his face. “What makes you think I’d give you another chance?”

He smiled. Damn that smile. “I’m still standing here.”

“It didn’t work the first time, why should we try again?”

“Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you and you haven’t taken that painting down of us.” Alex’s gaze traveled above her head to the framed artwork of flesh on flesh tangled in bedsheets.

She followed his gaze. “That’s not us.”

“Bullshit.” Alex flashed a crooked smirk that made her insides thaw just a little.

She stood and walked around her desk as he turned to face her. “You want another chance?” Miranda asked.

“I do.” He raised his hand to her cheek and she quickly grabbed it.

“Then do something you’ve never done before,” she dared.

“I’d walk to the ends of the earth for you, M. What do you want me to do?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Relinquish control.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just what I said. Relinquish control. You’re used to calling the shots, in and out of bed. You’re so used to being in control, I don’t think you’d be able to handle turning it over to someone else. If you want me back, give me the control, Alex.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You want control? Of me?”

Miranda nodded. Her eyes remained locked on his.

“And you’ll give me, and us a chance, if I turn control over to you?”

“You have my word, but only if you can do it. Really do it.”

Alex raised his hands at his sides. “Okay. You have it.” He moved closer until there was just a whisper of space between them. His gaze moved to her lips.

She stepped back. “Kneel.”

“What?”

“Don’t question me. I said kneel.”

Alex blinked and raised his eyebrows, seemingly waiting for Miranda to laugh or at least crack a smile. Neither happened.

“Okay,” he said with a tinge of insecurity in his voice. He cleared his throat and dropped to his knees which placed his mouth dangerously close to her breasts. Warm breath tickled at the sensitive skin where her blouse gaped. She’d opened a couple of the buttons after they closed the gallery for the evening. Her nipples strained the thin fabric of her bra and judging by where his gaze fell, he knew just how turned on she was by the situation. Stay. In. Control.

“Hey, eyes up here.” Miranda hooked her index finger under his chin and guided his face so his eyes met her stare.

“You’re right.” His voice was just above a whisper.

“About what?” She enjoyed watching him squirm.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

 

Seems like Miranda is in control of the situation! Tune in next time for more Passion of Us. If you haven’t read Colors of Us and would like to check it out, 1-Click it on Amazon!

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Mid Week Tease: Taking away the Man Card with #SlowBurn by Michelle Roth @mroth_author

Happy first day of July! It’s time for a tease. Join me in wishing Michelle Roth a happy release day! Slow Burn sounds fantastic and check out this fun and sexy tease…

Tessa laughed as she pulled him toward the Twirling Teacups.

Rick groaned and asked, “You know they’re gonna take away my man card, right? I just have to give it to the guy taking the tickets.”

“C’mon,” she said, nudging him. “We can’t come to Centreville and not ride the teacups!”

She tried not to laugh as he made a big production out of it. He counted the tickets, then looked at the ride. Then he looked back at her and asked, “I can drive, right?”

Deadpan, she said, “I thought I would drive.”

He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The slight smirk on his face spoke volumes though. It clearly said, “There is no way I’m letting a chick drive me around in a teacup.”

“Fine. You can drive.”

Rick grinned and handed the tickets to the ticket collector, who clearly overheard her complaint if the smirk on his face was any indication. He just pointed and said, “You folks can have the pink one on the right.”

Tessa laughed and said, “Oh good. My favorite color.”

Rick said nothing, though his look promised retribution. He merely slid into the tea cup and patted the bench next to him.

When she was seated next to him, her thigh brushing against his.

His tone conversational, he said, “So, this is the most emasculating first date I’ve ever had. This is a record.”

“So, I guess that means no carousel?” Tessa teased, as the music started up and the ride began to slowly move.

In answer, he grinned and then spun the wheel so she swayed into his chest. She started to right herself, but Rick put a halt to that when he wrapped an arm around her. Most of her upper body was now pressed against his chest.

The look on Rick’s face was a mixture of both amusement and desire.  As they continued to spin, neither of them manning the wheel, his smile faded. With a look of concentration, he slowly closed the distance between their mouths.

Tessa stretched up, pressing her lips against his. At the first brush of her lips against his, she felt a jolt of awareness run through her. When his hand came up to cradle her cheek, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, twining with hers.

She couldn’t stop the soft moan that rose from the back of her throat as his hands cruised lazily along her hips and back. Even through the layers of her sundress and the thin cotton sweater she wore, she could feel the heat of his hands on her body.

His hands moved to tangle in her hair as he gentled the kiss. But instead of backing away as she expected, Rick began to nibble at her jaw and then trace a path down the side of her throat with his tongue.

Tessa could do nothing but tilt her neck and enjoy the sensations as he swirled and nipped at her. Her arousal grew with every hot, open mouthed kiss he placed against her sensitive neck. It was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

SLOW BURN is available here:

Evernight Publishing / Amazon

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Mid Week Tease: Opening Lines of Waiting for Wonderful #WIP

Happy Mid Week Tease day! Wow, I can’t believe it’s almost July, can you?

I’ve had lots of fun teasing new releases over the past few months while I’ve been working on something brand new. I’m almost to the end of my Contemporary Romance tentatively titled Waiting for Wonderful (although I’m also toying with Wonderful Smells like Pine and Midnight <~it’s growing on me). What do you think?

Here are the opening lines…

The words “Wake up, honey. We need to talk…” were never followed by anything good. For Jane Keegan, those seven little words sent her perfect world into a tailspin the size of Hurricane Sandy, beginning with the demise of her jar of Creme de la Mer. It happened to be the closest thing within reach, and the perfect size and weight to propel at her husband’s head.

That’s it for now, my tease loving friends. I hope to share more from this story in the coming months!  Now, hop on over to see what my teasing comrades are up to!

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