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. 

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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.

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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.

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MID WEEK TEASE: Yours All Along by Roni Loren #MWTease

Hey there! It’s Mid Week Tease time! I’m happy to shine the #MWTease spotlight on one of my all-time favorite authors, the lovely Roni Loren! YOURS ALL ALONG, Book 7.5 of The Loving on the Edge Series, released this week. If you haven’t read this slick and sexy series, reserve the rest of your summer to reading it. You’ll thank me later. I promise!

YOURS ALL ALONG

Book 7.5 – The Loving on the Edge Series 

Male/male erotic romance novella

The new Loving on the Edge romance from the New York Times bestselling author of  Nothing Between Us turns on the heat between two men who wonder how much they’re willing to risk in the name of love. 

Four years after an accident tore their friendship apart, Hunter and Devon are living separate lives. Hunter is now the all-America hero—a congressman’s son and a pro pitcher in Houston preparing to marry his beauty-queen girlfriend. Devon is in Dallas running a new restaurant.

But when Hunter unexpectedly shows up in Devon’s bar, Devon can’t turn him away. Damn it if the man isn’t still gorgeous. But engaged? Hell no. All he’s doing for Devon is bringing back memories of their college-roommate days, and the night their relationship went too far. Turns out Hunter has never forgotten it either.

Now Devon can’t help but be drawn in all over again by the only guy who’s ever gotten close enough to break his heart. Maybe one more night together would be enough for both of them to finally move on. Or maybe one night will change everything…

The Tease:

Copyrighted Material Roni Loren 2015 – All Rights Reserved Berkley Publishing Group

CHAPTER 1

If Hunter had to eat one more bite of cake, he was going to fucking lose it.

Macy held another forkful up to his mouth. “This one has cream cheese frosting instead of

buttercream. I think I like the other one better, but maybe you should try it. It may go better with the strawberry layer. Or maybe we could go with fondant . . .”

He opened his mouth to cut her off, but the iced confection hit his tongue instead, and he inhaled crumbs right into his windpipe. He gagged, choking on his words and the cake.

“Oh, honey,” Macy said, reaching for a glass of water and handing it to him. “I’m sorry. I thought you were ready for it.”

He coughed hard, the water sloshing over the rim of the glass, and hitting his chinos. Ready for it? Ha. Wasn’t that the assumption of the day—of the year.

Macy patted his back as he tried to clear the last of the blockage. The cake lady, or pastry chef as Macy had insisted he call the woman, stared at him, her lips in a disapproving line—as if his choking was some statement on her baking.

He took a sip of water, his eyes tearing up, and finally swallowed down the last of the cake.

“You okay?” Macy asked, her hand now rubbing his back in gentle circles.

He nodded and then managed a hoarse, “Fine. I’m good.”

Macy gave him one last concerned look and then shifted her focus back to the tray of samples on the table. “Okay, so let’s go with the buttercream.”

Cake Lady nodded, made a note, and motioned for her assistant with a flick of her wrist. The younger girl who’d brought in the original tray of samples removed them and came back a minute later with another silver platter full. The girl eyed Hunter in that starstruck way he’d grown used to . . . and tired of. He much preferred the old days when it was only his dad people recognized on the street.

He mustered up a smile since it wasn’t the girl’s fault he was in such a foul mood, but her shift in expression said his smile must’ve come across more as a grimace than friendly.

Madame Pastry Chef waved a hand over the new tray. “Now it’s time to pick out the groom’s cake. Typically, it’s chocolate, but there are some less traditional options as well . . .”

Macy straightened in her chair, her hands folding primly around one of Hunter’s. “Let’s look at the chocolate options.” She sent him a smile. “We like traditional.”

The words, Macy’s always-sweet smile, and the smell of more cake had his skin feeling clammy, the room too small. Another half hour of this and. . . . he launched himself out of his chair, knocking the table with his knee and rattling the platter. “I’m fine with whatever you choose, sweetheart. You pick the rest. I need some air.”

Her brows disappeared beneath her bangs. “Everything all right?”

“Absolutely.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her blond head. “Take your time. I’ll be outside when you’re ready.”

Ready. There was that word again. Like a cymbal smashing against his head, reverberating.
The wedding was three months away. He loved Macy. Shouldn’t he feel ready by now? Would he ever? He headed out of the bakery, trying to slow his racing thoughts and climbing anxiety. Cold feet.

That’s what they called it, right? But he was far from cold. Hot all over was more like it.

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Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has.

Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars concerts.

She is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the The Loving on the Edge series and other sexy things.

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Mid Week Tease: “…string you up like a piñata.” #TakingOver by @SJMaylee #MWTease

Woo-hoo! It’s Mid Week Tease time! Please join me in wishing SJ Maylee a happy book birthday. Taking Over (Love Projects, 3) hits virtual shelves today. SJ is not only a fabulous authors, she’s a wonderful friend of mine. Happy day, SJ! Check out this tease of Taking Over…

Taking Over (Love Projects, 3) by S.J. Maylee

Gina’s life was perfect, until the day she realized the man she loved didn’t love her back. Her charming life turned upside down as tragedy and cruelty struck her down. She learned to protect her family from those who could cause them pain, but she inadvertently ensured the perfect life would be forever out of her reach.

 

Marcus has hid his love for Gina for years. His assumptions about her have allowed him to be harsh, but underneath all the anger is a man deeply in love. The tough realities of her life put them in position to see themselves in a whole new light. The second chance is right there and it could take them over the edge into the love they’ve always wanted.

 

The Tease:

“You’re a tease and I know exactly how to handle you.” He dipped and shoved his shoulder against her belly and the next thing she knew, she was over his shoulder.

“Put me down.” She tried to kick out, but he had a tight grip on her thighs.

“Your choice in the matter is past, subbie.” He turned and moved around the kitchen. Sounds of drawers opening and closing and kitchen gadgets banging around filled the room. “Where can I find rope?”

“You don’t think I’m really going to tell you?”

“You will if you value your ability to sit down.” He walked out of the kitchen. “Forget it. I know where to look.” He made his way towards the walk in closet near the French doors at the front of the house. He’d find everything he wanted in that room, plus several things she never wanted to see again. “Would you look what we have here?” His chuckle was deep and almost menacing. “I do believe I have everything in here to string you up like a piñata.”

 

S.J. MAYLEE BIO:

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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Mid Week Tease: Meet BAD LARRY #MWTease

It’s Mid Week Tease time! Today’s **SURPRISE** tease is for M. Levesque’s new release, BAD LARRY AND THE DIVORCEE. How cute is this cover??? I couldn’t wait to show it off to you. Enjoy the tease…

 

Bad Larry and the Divorcée by M. Levesque

Riya’s divorce gift to herself is to adopt a dog. Bad Larry and Riya meet at an animal shelter and quickly bond over their mutual hatred of men. Riya promises the little dog that she’ll never let anything bad happen to him again, if he promises to make it hard for her to bring any men back to her apartment, in a moment of weakness.

Jaden is investigating the murder of one of Riya’s high school classmates and after a strange first encounter in a public bathroom, he asks her out. She shoots him down but he’s determined to get to know her better, despite her warnings of owning a dangerous, man-hating dog.

Riya has no choice but to let Jaden into her life when she starts getting threatening letters from the killer but are she and Bad Larry ready to give Jaden an honest shot?


He peered at me through narrowed eyes. “I’ll get your purse but just so you know, we’re still going out, at least once. I like you.”

“I can’t, I’m already in a relationship.” I said, desperately. I could feel my resolution dissolving very quickly under his blue-eyed stare. 

“Are you in a relationship with a woman because you just told me you’ve given up on men?”

I chewed my bottom lip and his eyes darted down to my mouth. Just the fact that he noticed my mouth turned me on. What was wrong with me? “No, not with a woman. It’s actually more of a really jealous roommate situation, than an actual relationship.” 

“Cats and goldfish don’t count,” he said, cueing in on my vagueness. 

“Ha, joke’s on you, he’s a Doberman named Bad Larry and Larry likes men less than I do.” Bad Larry is actually a twelve-pound Miniature Pinscher but he really doesn’t like men and he doesn’t really know he’s only twelve pounds and he has a rap sheet to prove it. 

I got Larry when the divorce was finalized. My ex didn’t like dogs so in an act of admittedly impulsive rebellion, I got Larry. Larry was a rescue from an animal shelter and when I saw him for the first time and discovered that he didn’t like men either, we became best friends. I promised to never let anyone hurt him again and he promised to make sure that in a moment of hormonal weakness, I didn’t let any men come back to my apartment. 

I’d witnessed Larry in action twice. Once when the vet was checking him over before I brought him home and once when I was taking him out to pee and a construction worker tried to pet him. Larry is now on a city mandated bad dog list, meaning that he has to behave himself from now on or he could be taken away and put in puppy lifer prison.

Jaden shook his head at me and returned a moment later with my purse in one hand and his phone in the other. “I have to go right now but I put my card in your purse just in case you change your mind about Skittles.”

I winked at him. “You got it stud, but right now I have an emergency date with the box of baking soda currently deodorizing my fridge.”

He smiled broadly at me. “Tell Bad Larry I said hello.” 

“Bad Larry doesn’t need to know about you. Trust me, it’s for your own protection.”

Bad Larry and the Divorcee is available at Evernight Publishing and most major online retailers!

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Mid Week Tease: Meet The Weathermen, A New Series by @RavennaTate

Happy BEA week! Book Expo America takes over New York City this week. I’m heading to the fun tomorrow to see some of my favorite authors. There have been some fantastic new releases out over the past couple weeks and I’m spotlighting one today. This *SURPRISE* tease goes out to Ravenna Tate and her new release, An Appetite for Blackmail (The Weathermen, 1)!

 

An Appetite for Blackmail by Ravenna Tate

The Weathermen, 1

When Harper Mathews gets drunk with a friend and hacks into her boss’s personal accounts, Arturo (Ace) Charles Easton gives her a choice. Work as part of his secret hacking team, searching for clues to the people who infiltrated a weather control program, or face unemployment and jail. 

But working as part of this team isn’t all that Ace demands from Harper. He also expects her in his bed, when he wants her there, how he decides to make love to her, and for as long as he desires. 

Ace is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth. 

They call themselves the Weathermen… 

He chuckled so softly she barely heard it. But instead of filling her with relief, all the sound did was make her angry. “Oh, I see. So hacking into my personal accounts was the result of large amounts of alcohol. I’m even more impressed now with your skills.”

This time, she did glance up sharply. “I’m not following you.”

“To be able to crack a complicated series of passwords while that inebriated is a pretty amazing accomplishment. So either you’re lying about having been drunk, or your skills are wasted in my analytics department.”

“Meaning what?”

The man had no boundaries, but she’d already known that before his gaze traveled slowly over her face, down to her boobs, and rested on her hands. Those hands were now clasped tightly in her lap. When he finally looked her in the eyes again, his expression had gone hard and cold. Harper braced herself. This is it.

“Meaning I could better use you behind the scenes with those select few from my company who are looking for the bastards responsible for fucking up The Madeline Project.”

Harper stared at him, completely at a loss for words.

“And there are other conditions you’ll have to fulfill, of course.”

The predatory look was back. But first she had to clarify what he’d meant by outlining where her skills could be better put to work. The realization he wasn’t about to toss her out of the building finally made its way into the working part of her brain. “You’re not firing me?”

He chuckled again, but this time it was filled with derision. “That depends on whether or not you agree to the conditions of your new assignment.”

Oh … oh he wouldn’t. Yes, he would. He absolutely would.

She licked her lips again, wishing she hadn’t done so when his gaze turned lustful. She didn’t want him to think she’d just issued an invitation. “What are the conditions?”

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