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Now, onto Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is ‘Dumped’ read this scene from my book Dangerous Grounds, and then blog hop to the other links below! Happy Saturday!
Something’s hot in Seattle, and it’s not just the espresso.
The Seattle Steam Series
Madison’s needs are simple. All she wants are two things: Make Ooo La Latté the newest trend in espresso, and seduce the sexiest cop in Seattle. But things aren’t going exactly as planned.
First, Gabe’s a little hung up on the fact that she’s his best friend’s little sister, and he’s determined to keep his hands off. Second, her shop gets robbed by the increasingly violent Espresso Bandit, and now she’s the only one who can identify him.
Gabe whisks her into hiding for her own protection, but soon finds his heart is under assault by the luscious—and persistent—Madison. But no matter where they hide, danger follows.
On such dangerous grounds, the trick will be to live long enough to keep the flame alive.
EXCERPT
That settled it. The next person to ask why she had come to the party alone was getting the bowl of guacamole thrown at them.
Madison Phillips squeezed her hand around a diet soda, crushing the can and raising the level of the cola. Taking a deep breath, she looked at her brother, who stood below a banner proclaiming, “Welcome home, Eric!”
Her scowl deepened. Not because Eric had returned home from fighting in Iraq—she was more than proud of that. No, it was because he had his beautiful girlfriend snuggled under his arm. They looked so in love it made her nauseous. There were at least a dozen of them—happy couples spread about and looking like they couldn’t wait to get back to the bedroom.
Being the only person without a date, she felt like the damn black sheep of the room. She felt ridiculously self-conscious. But more than that, she felt alone.
“Hi, Madison. Isn’t it great to have your brother home?” Her cousin Stacia passed the refreshment table and grabbed a chip, stuffing it in her mouth. “Hey, where’s Bradley?”
Madison glanced at the bowl of guacamole. Hmm. If I dumped it on her pink cashmere sweater, she’d look kind of like a watermelon. She glanced back up, forcing a polite smile onto her face as she shrugged.
“We’re no longer together.”
“What?” Her cousin’s jaw dropped, her voice rising with unnecessary drama. She leaned forward and stage whispered, “Was it a mutual thing?”
Madison sighed. “No, Stacia. It wasn’t a mutual thing. He broke up with me.”
“Really? The bastard! He should’ve put a ring on your finger a long time ago.”
Madison blinked, her stomach clenching at the fact her cousin had brought up such an awkward subject in a room full of people.
Most of the people in the room had turned toward them, their expressions ones of sympathy. I’m not related to this woman. It’s impossible. Stacia must have been the result of an extramarital affair.
“And aren’t you tactful.” She didn’t have the energy to be polite anymore, but winced as the words left her mouth. “I’m sorry. Excuse me, I just need some air.”
She walked away before she could say anything else bitchy.
Seeing all those couples had also brought up some other feelings. The realization at just how long she’d gone without sex. Though Bradley had just dumped her two days ago, they hadn’t done the wild thing since Valentine’s Day. Four months without getting laid should be considered a crime. Talk about a constant state of horniness.
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Welcome back to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s snippets are ‘humorous’ scenes! My excerpt is from my book Love for Sale! Enjoy my snippet and then blog hop to read others!
After her oversexed grandma talks her into signing up for the ‘Buy a Dame’ fundraiser, Jessica Davis gets a makeover and goes on the auction block. She never expected the roughly sexy man who’d buy her, or the plans he had in store.
Josh Thomas came to Leaf Island after his grandpa died to do some hard core thinking. He hadn’t planned on buying a woman for the weekend and then falling hard for her. She seems equally enamored, but will she still want him when she finds out the one thing he’s been hiding?
EXCERPT“And last, we have Jessica Davis, my lovely granddaughter.”
Ah, finally my turn. Placing a hand on my hip, I stepped forward with an ‘I’m the next Miss America’ grin, and waited to hear the bids shouted out. This was it. This was my moment of glory. This was…dead silence.
My smile froze a bit, my glance moved around the room. Had I suddenly lost my hearing? Most of the men were looking at me like I was the horse that might have to be put down. A handful of guys even got up and left.
Cold sweat broke out over my body, as panic caused my pulse to skyrocket. Oh God. It was actually happening. The reason I’d never bothered to sign up for this auction before. The fear that nobody would bid on me.
There was literally nobody bidding on me.
Grams cleared her throat. “Jessie makes a wonderful apple pie from scratch. Don’t you, Jess?”
I’d never made a pie in my life. I could barely manage to push a frozen Sara Lee in the oven.
“Sure,” I mumbled, my lips numb even though I kept smiling. A few of the girls behind me snickered and my cheeks burned. I wanted the stage to just crack and swallow me whole.
“Four dollars and fifty cents.” A shaky voice finally rang out.
Grams sighed. “Oh, dear. Mr. Smith, this isn’t a bargaining auction. Bidding must actually start at five dollars.”
“All right, fine. Five dollars then,” he grumbled. More giggling came from behind me.
Waldo Smith? My stomach dropped and I wanted to jump off the stage to end my misery. Heck, I’d risk a broken leg over escaping him any day.
Waldo Smith was, like, eighty years old. I’d heard the horrific stories from the girls in the dressing room. Waldo’s soul purpose of buying a girl was to have her read him stories in dirty magazines, and wash down his urine saturated bathroom.
“Wonderful. Do I hear five dollars and fifty cents?”
Dead silence. It was so quiet you could hear the ticking from the grandfather clock in the back. Somebody sneezed. This was it. I was going to spend my next two days mopping up piss when I wasn’t busy narrating porn.
“Come on boys, do it for the children!” Grams begged. “Or there’ll be no new books next year.” A few more men got up and left, rather than face the guilt trip from Grams.
I lowered my head. All of a sudden, I didn’t feel so pretty anymore.
Obviously, a makeover and a nice dress hadn’t done an ounce of good. Nobody wanted me except a dirty old man that couldn’t hit the toilet.
“One thousand‐dollars.” A voice ripped through the silence, reverberating in the room.
“Sold!” Grams yelled.
My chin jerked up as my jaw dropped and my eyes went wide.
Who the hell had just paid one‐thousand‐dollars for me? For me! I looked around the room, desperate to find the voice. The whispers behind me went rampant.
“Did he just say one thousand dollars?”
“Do you see him? Oh my God! He looks like a Hell’s Angel.”
“I’d rather have Mr. Smith.”
I finally found him, leaning against the wall in the back. The same lazy smile on his face that he’d had in the hallway a short time ago.
Mr. Tattoo had just bought me.
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MIA, I’ve got a book due at the end of the month (yikes, Monday?) So I’m a bit head in the sand! I also want to thanks those who bought Four Play over the past week and a half, it was #1 for a whole week before slipping to #2 last night! I hope you’ve enjoyed/enjoy it if you bought a copy!
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First, a quick thanks to everyone who’s bought Four Play, it just hit #1 at MBAM!
Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Mistaken identity. The scene I’m sharing is from my book Cabin Fever. Enjoy my excerpt and then blog hop to see others!
When her roommate, needing a romantic weekend with her boyfriend, bribes her out of the house with use of an isolated cabin, Nikki reluctantly agrees. She didn’t realize the cabin came fully equipped with an uptight, yet incredibly sexy, man.
Chase is looking forward to a quiet weekend alone at his cabin. When he tackles someone who he believes to be an intruder, he’s surprised to find the unusual and sensual woman was given a key to his place.
Stuck together during a snowstorm, the heat from the fire isn’t the only thing heating up the cabin.
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SNIPPET
Slowing the car, she looked for the unmarked turn-off that should appear after an old wooden fence.
Twenty more minutes passed, and her eyes were starting to drift shut. She was sleepy, and there was virtually no light except for her headlights. She hadn’t passed another car in God knew how long.
She hit the brakes as a squirrel darted across the road.
“Damn, stupid—” her eyes widened. “Oh. The fence.”
It was so thin and run down, she’d almost missed it. Spotting the narrow dirt road beyond it, she turned in. That was fate for you; the squirrel had been her sign.
The crunching of her tires seemed obscenely loud in the quiet of the night. Her lights bounced down the road, finally locking on a small cabin at the end.
Finally! And it was exactly as Shaylee had described it. Quaint, surrounded by trees, with a creek she could hear flowing in the back.
Nikki pulled the car forward and parked it in front of the cabin. She climbed out, dragging the suitcase after her, and stomped up the wooden steps to the door.
Fumbling in her purse, she tried to find the key Shaylee had given her. Damn. It sure was dark. Didn’t people in the boondocks believe in porch lights?
Her fingers closed around the cold metal key, just as a yawn popped her jaw. Bed. That was the only thing on her mind. Screw the s’mores. Those could wait until breakfast.
She unlocked the door and swung it inward, reaching inside the door to find a light switch. Nothing.
Swearing under her breath, she stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind her. There had to be at least one light in this cabin.
Stretching her arms out and squinting—as if narrowed eyes would give her a better chance of seeing anything in the pitch black—she ran her hands over the smooth wooden walls.
No light switch, just more wall. Wall. More wall. Wait, what was that? Something warm, and…hairy?
“What the—” She jerked her hand back, just as arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet.
The war cry that erupted from whoever was behind her mixed with her terrified screams. The person—a man, it felt like—held her high against his chest as he crossed the cabin.
“Don’t hurt me! Oh, fuck, please don’t hurt me!” The air rushed from her lungs as she was flung onto a bed or couch. Fear clogged in her throat, and her blood pounded.
She rolled away in an attempt to escape from whoever it was, but he was already on top of her, pinning her hands above her head with a knee on each side of her waist.
Shit! If she got out of this alive, she would beat the crap out of Shaylee. Who the hell sends her friend up to an isolated cabin to get raped?
He transferred her wrists to one hand and lifted himself away a tiny bit. She heard him click on a lamp, and bright light filled the room. She squinted her eyes shut, crying out in pain.
“Who are you? Breaking and entering is illegal in case you didn’t know.”
His voice was rough, raspy, and—God, she was stupid for thinking it—damn sexy.
“Who am I?” she peeked at him through one eye, wondering if the man would match the voice. Yes, unfortunately. “I’m the bitch who’s about to have you arrested.”
Arrested? Was the woman nuts? Chase eyed the woman beneath him warily. She certainly looked a little…different.
Her black hair was in two braids, each one coming to rest just below her chin. Green eyes, rimmed in dark black eyeliner, glared up at him. Her tongue darted out across the lush mouth, tracing over the faded red lipstick stain.
His gaze moved lower to the tight black sweater that hugged full breasts. His cock stirred slightly, and he bit back a groan. Stop looking at her tits. He glanced lower, noting the obscenely tiny black and white plaid skirt that revealed pale white thighs below. Thighs which soon disappeared into knee-high, laced-up black boots.
He shook his head. Christ. Only he would catch a kinky gothic chick trying to break into the cabin he was using for the weekend.
“I think you’ve got that backwards, lady.” He reached down and grabbed his belt off the floor, wrapping it around her wrists.
“Oh, hell no. I’m into some freaky shit, but not with a complete stranger dressed like Mr. Rogers.”
Mr. Rogers? His eyebrows rose, and he glanced down at his brown slacks and blue sweater. He was not dressed like an old guy who’d done children’s shows. His attire was completely normal for a dentist just off from work.
“And I wasn’t breaking and entering, I had a key. Or did you miss that fact while you were tackling me like some football freak.” She glared at him. “What, didn’t make the team in high school, buddy? Living out your fantasy now on some poor, defenseless woman?”
“Defenseless? Ha.” Scowling, he tightened the notch a little and secured her to the bed. Too bad he didn’t have a gag, too.
“Where did you get the key? Did you find it in a purse you stole?” He glanced at her again, hoping she was sufficiently restrained while he grabbed his cell phone.
“Purse I stole?” Her eyes widened, and her mouth twisted into a scowl. She started jerking on the belt and kicking the air toward him. “You jackass. I don’t steal purses, despite you having already condemned me to be some druggy thief. I was given a key, Roger.”
“My name isn’t Roger,” he snapped.
She made a face and looked away from him. “Well, it suits you.”
“Fine. Say I believe you. Who on earth would give you a key to my cabin?”
“Your cabin?” Her gaze snapped back to him, the green eyes seeming a little more uncertain now. “No. This is Justin’s cabin.”
He stopped before he could dial the police. Justin? His blood pressure rose, and he pressed his palm against his forehead. Was she one of Justin’s latest women? It would certainly make sense. The man slept with anything with breasts and a pulse.
Snapping his cell shut, he walked back toward the bed.
“You know Justin?”
“Do I know Justin? Of course, I know him. Do you?” She looked downright irritated now.
“I should know him. He’s my brother.”
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