Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Action. Please check out the excerpt from my book Negligee Behavior, and then skip around to the blogs listed below.
When lingerie heiress Brandy Summer gets cold feet and runs out on her Vegas wedding, she has nowhere to turn—so she hijacks a hunky biker waiting for a red light and begs him for help. What she doesn’t know is that her instincts are right: the groom has a hidden agenda. He needs her money to pay off his gambling debts and she’s his ticket to the good life.
Marco Vargas isn’t sure what he’s getting himself into when he rescues Brandy, but figures he’ll do the chivalrous thing. He offers her a job in his bar and the chance to sort out her feelings. But it seems that keeping Brandy hidden is easier than keeping his hands off her—and what will happen when Brandy discovers that Marco has secrets of his own?
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Marco gritted his teeth and shook his head. How did he let it get to this point? How the hell did he end up hiding in a hotel room closet with a choir teacher?
She took a hurried step backward when someone passed by their hiding spot. His hands automatically reached out to steady her and landed on a pair of soft curvy hips.
Well, look at that. Maybe the choir teacher was hiding something under the drab clothing.
His blood pounded a little faster and he took a deep breath in. The smell of apples assailed him again, and this time it didn’t seem quite as weird.
Without thinking, he moved his hands down her hips and was rewarded with a stinging slap across his knuckles.
She tensed, as if worried the swat had been too loud. But after a moment the sounds of two people speaking quietly in the room were clearly heard.
Hmm. Gordon obviously wasn’t alone. Had Brandy figured it out yet?
“I’m just going to shower,” a man’s voice said.
He heard Brandy’s nearly silent gasp as she shifted forward, trying to peek through the edge of the closet door. Ah shit, this couldn’t be good.
The bathroom door closed, followed by the sound of the shower running.
“Don’t forget, darlin’—I charge by the hour.”
Marco leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Do you have your purse?”
He felt her nod. The curls on her head tickled his chin.
“Do you want to stay and talk with Gordon?”
“What do you think?” Her tone turned waspish.
“Okay, we’re going to have to make a run for it. Listen carefully.” He kept his voice encouraging. “I want you to open the closet and head straight out of the room. Got it? Don’t look back and don’t stop to talk to whoever else is out there.”
Again she nodded.
“Okay.” He took a deep breath, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. “Now!”
She pulled open the door and leaped out. There was a surprised gasp from the person sitting in the room. Brandy stood stock-still in front of the closet, staring in disbelief at the woman on the bed, obviously ignoring his advice to just run and not look. He stole a quick look at the naked woman on the bed—fried blond hair and perky boobs—eyeing Brandy with open curiosity.
Damn it. He needed to get Brandy out before the shit really hit the fan.
“Nobody said anything about doing a group thing.” The woman on the bed transferred her attention to Marco, her slow smile showing off some seriously screwed up teeth. “But I’m not complaining.”
“A group thing?” Brandy sputtered glaring at the naked woman on the bed. “You—you—you—”
Marco swore and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the door. She followed, but her eyes never left the other woman.
The bathroom door swung open just as Marco closed the hotel room door after them. He was nearly dragging her by the time he pushed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and he pushed her in, just as footsteps sounded running down the hall.
“Love muffin!” A man yelled. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Marco hurried into the elevator before he could get a peek at the now infamous Gordon. The doors slid shut and a second later they could hear him pounding on the elevator and screaming her name. Well, not her name, but his choice endearment, love muffin.
Brandy leaned back against the wall in the elevator, her eyes closed.
“Are you all right?” Marco watched her, his body buzzing like he’d had too much caffeine. But it wasn’t caffeine that had him on edge. It was the anticipation of her reaction. She was a time bomb that could go off at any moment.
God, please don’t let her have a breakdown. He was really, really bad at comforting weepy women.
Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is sexy. Check out my excerpt and then hop around to the other blogs :P
One man wants her heart. The other wants her dead…
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 1
Eleanor Owen needs to get out of Chicago and quick. It’s not that she doesn’t want to obey the subpoena to testify against her drug-trafficking ex-boyfriend. It’s making it to the witness stand alive, should a dirty cop make good on his threats.
Tiny, remote Wyattsville, Oregon looks like the perfect place to disappear, but it’s hard to blend into the woodwork when one of the town’s infamous namesakes sends her heart racing. Worse, Mr. Tall, Hot and Packing is the town sheriff, which means she should stay as far away from him as possible.
Tyson Wyatt is positive the sexy new girl in town is hiding something. Question is, what? He vows to feel out her secrets—including what she feels like beneath him. Preferably naked. Until then, he’s not buying the story she’s selling.
Their chemistry is sheet-melting hot, and Ellie realizes much too late that the man with the badge is as dangerous to her heart as her ex is to her life…
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A city girl on the run, and a small-town sheriff set to seduce. Explicit sex. Dirty talk. A hint of danger. Oral sex with a cupcake.
Medium rare. Perfect. One for dinner, and she’d keep the other for lunch tomorrow, saving her from having to cook again. Although, cooking had somewhat become her source of entertainment.
She grabbed a potholder and pulled the steaks from the oven. As she began to set them down a sharp rap came at the door.
Jumping with a curse, she dropped the pan fully onto the stove and placed a hand over her pounding heart.
She moved toward the window, experiencing a sense of déjà vu, which only doubled when she spotted the sheriff’s car outside.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” She shoved a strand of hair from her eyes, ignoring the way her pulse quickened.
And she knew it wasn’t just from the possibility that he’d discovered she wasn’t who she claimed to be.
She considered putting on a sweater, since she was still in the thin tank top and pants she’d worn to do yoga in. But then another knock came and she muttered under her breath, moving to answer it.
“Sheriff Wyatt.” She forced a pleasant expression as she swung the door open. “Something I can help you with?”
Tyson leaned against the doorjamb, a disarming smile on his face and a bottle of wine in his hand.
“Thought I’d drop by and see if you wanted to have dinner.”
Ellie blinked, opening her mouth to reply, but then closed it again. Was the sheriff hitting on her?
“Oh, well, I just cooked some steaks…” she protested lamely.
“Great. Steaks. Plural. As in enough for two?” His smile widened as he straightened and stepped through the doorway. “Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
It hadn’t been an offer, dammit! She bit back the words and gave an uneasy laugh.
“I promise to return the favor, Ellie,” he murmured with a wink, shutting the door and taking a step toward her. “Tomorrow you can come to my place and I’ll cook. I make a mean lasagna.”
Oh, yeah, he was definitely hitting on her.
Ellie unconsciously backed away from him, completely thrown off balance by his directness. Her butt bumped against the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf and she came to an abrupt halt.
Tyson took another step forward, until his hips brushed hers, pressing her back against the wooden shelf. The smell of soap and woodsy cologne immediately tickled her senses. He’d changed out of his uniform and through his jeans she could feel the thickness of his cock and the heat of his hard body.
Her mind screamed at how absolutely bizarre this was. She didn’t trust him—didn’t trust any law enforcement officer right now. And yet, having the sheriff’s muscled body pressed up against hers sent awareness sizzling through her. Tightening her nipples and creating a throbbing ache between her thighs.
What was it about him that made her want to do all kinds of raunchy, naughty things that would probably have gotten her kicked out of Catholic school eight years ago?
“You know, Ellie, we’re neighbors.”
“Are we?” And why did her voice squeak?
“Yeah. I’m just a couple minutes up the road.” His gaze met hers, the pupils in his clear blue eyes dilated. “So if you need to borrow a cup of sugar, or…something, all you need to do is ask.”
Ellie swallowed hard and gave a quick nod. “I-I’ll remember that.”
“You do that.” He set down the bottle of wine on the shelf, his face drawing even nearer to hers. “You know what else?”
Mutely, she shook her head, not even about to guess what he was going to say next. Her mouth watered and it had nothing to do with the steaks in the kitchen.
It had been months since she’d had sex, and right now she was on the verge of grabbing the back of his head and kissing the hell out of the slightly loony—or maybe just drunk—sheriff.
He lowered his head, until his mouth was just a breath’s away from hers. “I had your name run.”
And just like that, her arousal vanished. Drying up as fear closed off her throat.
She couldn’t reply, even if she’d wanted to. Just lifted one brow and made a small gurgle of sound as she exhaled.
“You were right. Twenty-four-year old from Brooklyn,” he murmured, tracing her jaw with the backs of two fingers. “But you weren’t entirely truthful, were you, sweetheart?”
Her knees buckled, threatening to give out. Oh no. He’d figured it out.
Caught by his hypnotic blue gaze, she found her head moving back and forth.
“I didn’t think so,” he said, as his thumb made a slow glide over her bottom lip. “But I can see why didn’t want to tell me.”
“You don’t understand.” The words erupted from her in a husky plea.
“Oh, no, I do, Ellie.” He gave a soft laugh. “An indecent exposure charge is probably something you don’t want to brag about.”
Ellie blinked, her heart thundering in her chest.
“Indecent exposure,” she repeated, relief slamming through her. He hadn’t figured it out. “Right.”
“I mean, I suppose I can understand. It was Mardi Gras and you probably didn’t realize that bus was full of senior citizens when you flashed them.”
Holy crap, what had her cousin been smoking?
“Yeah…something like that,” she muttered.
“You’re a fascinating gal, Ellie.” He pulled away and grinned, grabbing the bottle of wine again and heading toward the kitchen. “Do you need some help with dinner?”
Ellie wanted nothing more than to slide down to the floor and bury her head in her hands. Instead she settled on silent scream and face scrunching, since his back was facing her.
“No, it’s pretty much ready,” she finally answered, her voice surprisingly steady as she moved after him.