Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is “Endings” and unfortunately I completely forgot about this until the 12th hour! (SORRY!!!)

So I’m just going to link to the other blogs, and wish you all a very happy and safe New Year’s Eve!

Lauren Dane
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Selena Blake
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
Leah Braemel
HelenKay Dimon
TJ Michaels

First, before I jump into Snippet Saturday, let me just do a quick announcement that Dangerous Grounds is still free on the Kindle and Nook for another week! Pick it up at Amazon or Barnes and Noble .

Now onto Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Beginnings.Check out my excerpt, and then hop around and read others! Thanks for stopping by, have a Merry Christmas (if you celebrate!).

The man she wants is the one she must deceive.

Seattle Steam Book 2

Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she’s got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor.

Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he’ll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet.

Adam’s no hick, though. He’s the owner of Adam’s Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch—and finds Christy on the arm of his brother.

Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?

Warning: this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, dirty mechanical bull riding, and the violation of blueberries.

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EXCERPT

“Do you want it wet?”

What? Christy Wallace snapped her attention away from the intriguing man standing in front of her, and back to the woman speaking. “I’m sorry?”

“Your cappuccino, Christy. You usually order it wet, but I just wanted to make sure.” Madison, who owned the shop, gave her a patient smile even though there was a line of customers to the door.

“Oh. Yes. Wet, please. Thanks, Madison.” She flushed, her face giving away the direction of her thoughts. Great, now the entire store probably thought she was some tawdry sex fiend.

Normally the question wouldn’t have been such a doozy. She was a regular at Ooo La Latté—had been coming here since shortly after Madison had opened shop—and ordered the same wet cappuccino every day.

But her brain had gone to pot the moment she’d walked through the door and laid eyes on him. The man standing at the end of the line looked like he could’ve been the stunt double in any James Bond film. Well, a blond Bond. Wait, wasn’t Bond blond now anyway? In any case. He had a lean muscular body, hard jaw-line, sensual mouth…and a
butt you could bounce a quarter off.

This was the first time she didn’t mind waiting ten minutes in line for coffee. Not with the view standing in front of her. Her imagination had gone into overdrive. Those hands…those hands on her body. His body on her body—in her body. The fantasy had gone on and on—only to be broken when Madison confirmed her usual order.

Christy shifted as she waited for her drink, trying to forget about the man who now stood beside her. But, God, he smelled good. She leaned forward slightly and inhaled again. Even over the intense coffee aroma she could smell his cologne. Something woodsy and oh-so-male.

“What’s the difference?”

She blinked and then blinked again. Oh God. He was actually talking to her? Her nerves jumped to life. “Difference in what?”

“Between wet and dry cappuccinos?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her as he accepted his drink from the barista.

She ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips. His gaze dropped to observe the small movement and her nipples tightened under her sweater.

Christy bit back a groan. What the hell was happening here? She’d been attracted to men before, but never this quick. Sex. Ah, there it was. She needed to get laid. Two years without sex turned her into a sex-starved nympho.

“Wet is with more milk and less foam.” She lifted her gaze from his solid chest and up to his amused hazel eyes. Jeez, he was tall. At only five-one, she’d wager he had at least a good foot on her.

“Hmm. I guess I can understand that.”

“One wet cappuccino.” The barista grinned and handed Christy her drink.

“Thank you.” She took it with a grateful smile.

The man next to her looked at her beverage and then gave his a pensive look. “I’m not used to fancy drinks. I just wanted a cup of coffee.”

Fancy drinks? Definitely not a local. Christy offered him a smile. “Espresso drinks really aren’t all that intimidating. And you know, rumor has it they’re even made with coffee.”

“I don’t think I’d have a clue where to begin.”

“Ah.” She walked towards one of the leather couches in the shop, elated when he followed. “See, I think what you need is an espresso tutor.”

He sat down next to her, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The plush couch seemed suddenly inadequate.

“An espresso tutor, huh?” His mouth curved into an answering smile. “You have any idea where a fellow might be able to get one of those?”

Lauren Dane
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Selena Blake
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
Leah Braemel
HelenKay Dimon
TJ Michaels

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Winter! Check out my excerpt and then hop over to the blogs listed below!

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EXCERPT

“You want to leave tonight?” He glanced at the clock above the fireplace. “It’s almost one in the morning. Where will you go?”

“I don’t know. A hotel?” She shrugged and headed toward the
door.

“The nearest hotel is at least an hour or two away.”

“So I’ll drive all night back to San Francisco.”

Was she completely insane?

“Wait.”

She paused, turning to face him and raising an eyebrow.

Or maybe he was the one who was crazy. Was he really going to
tell Justin’s girlfriend to spend the night here? The wind whistled outside
the windows, and the faint ticking of the clock confirmed his decision.

“You can’t get back on the road this late at night. It’s probably
going to snow.”

“Snow?” Her eyes widened, and she looked horrified by the idea.

“Yeah, snow. White, cold stuff? Couldn’t you smell it in the air?”

“Smell the snow in the air?” She blinked and shook her head. “Umm. I’m from San Francisco. I have no freaking idea what snow in the
air smells like.”

“I think you should stay here tonight.”

She cocked her head and her eyes narrowed. “Are you hitting on
me?”

“Am…am I hitting on you?” he sputtered. “No. Of course not.”

“Hmm.” She dropped her suitcase on the floor and walked past
him toward the bedroom. “Too bad. You’re kind of cute. Okay, I’ll stay.”

She thought he was cute?

He watched her retreating figure, noting again the curves under the
bizarre, but sexy, outfit. The blood in his dick stirred, and he groaned in
alarm.

Oh, God. What was he doing? She was not his type. She was
nowhere near his type. Not to mention she was Justin’s girlfriend.

“So are we sharing a bed, or are you going to be a gentleman and
take the couch?” She laughed, and the soft, feminine sound tantalized his
senses like silk. “I promise not to bite if you want to share a bed. Unless
you’re into that kind of thing.”

She turned around and batted her eyelashes at him. Lord, she was a
flirt. And damn it, it was working. He shifted, his pants feeling a little
tighter in the crotch now.

“I’ll take the couch.” Like any horny gentleman getting hit on by
his brother’s gothic girlfriend would.

“Bummer.” She smiled faintly. “Hey, if your name’s not Roger,
what is it?”

They didn’t even know each other’s names. The last few minutes
seemed surreal. He was sharing the cabin with a complete stranger.

“It’s Chase.”

“Cool. I’m Nikki. Short for Nicole.” She gave a slight nod. “Thanks
for letting me crash here. I’ll get out of your hair in the morning.”

Lauren Dane
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Selena Blake
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today’s theme is Family! Check out my excerpt from Going Down, and then check out the other blogs listed below. Have a great weekend!

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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EXCERPT

Tyson watched as she tilted the beer bottle back, wrapping her lips around the rim and taking a sip. Jesus, she looked sexy sucking on a Budweiser.

“No, unfortunately my nephews and nieces couldn’t be here today,” his mom said, moving next to her husband, who promptly draped an arm around her shoulder. “But they send their love to everyone.”

“Now that’s too bad. I have a serious hankering for some of Ryan’s jambalaya.” Tyson rubbed his belly and winked down at Ellie. “My cousin went to college down in Louisiana. He makes a mean jambalaya.”

Her eyes light up with amusement. “I swear, you have a hollow leg. You always seem to be thinking about food.”

His dad chuckled, brushing a kiss across his wife’s forehead. “All the boys are like that. You wouldn’t have believed the grocery bill when they were teens.”

“I can only imagine,” Ellie said. “You have my sympathy.”

“Speaking of food, how’s that salmon coming, Pops?” Todd asked, crossing the grass toward the barbeque. “I’m starving. Didn’t quite wake up in time for breakfast this morning.”

Trevor snorted and glanced at Ellie. “That’s code for he was sleeping off a wild night at some girl’s house.”

“Why you jealous bastard,” Todd yelled, taking a playful swing at the back of his brother’s head.

Trevor ducked and countered with a light jab to Todd’s shoulder.

“Are you guys always like this?” Ellie asked in an amused whisper, leaning into him.

“What do you mean?” Tyson caught her hand and stroked the inside of her palm, then couldn’t resist teasing, “We’re on our best behavior today.”

She laughed as her fingers curled around his. “I highly doubt you guys are ever on your best behavior.”

Tyson smiled at that. She was pretty much dead on.

When he glanced at his parents, he found his mom watching them with a considering expression, her mouth curved into a tiny smile.

Don’t get your hopes up, Mom, he warned silently. Ellie wasn’t in town for long, and he wasn’t thinking beyond a summer fling. Even as the thought flickered through his head, the denials came rushing up behind it.

Well, shit.

“So, Trevor, I hear Megan’s back in town,” their dad announced suddenly.

All talking and laughter ceased, leaving a silence that was only disturbed by the occasional cries of seagulls.

Tyson’s breath held as he took another sip of beer and tried to glance over at his brother inconspicuously.

Trevor’s expression was unreadable, his gaze shuttered. But Tyson didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened around the bottle in his hand.

“Is that so?” Trevor finally replied in a voice without inflection. “I hadn’t heard.”

Their mom cleared her throat. “Maybe you should invite her over to join us? She’s not far from here—”

“No.” The harsh word whipped through the group, snuffing out any hope his parents might have for further discussion.

Even Todd’s cheery mood diminished some and he turned to check on the salmon, his smile gone.

Ellie moved closer to Tyson’s side and tightened her grip on his hand, obviously sensing the tension.

But then she surprised him, clearing the air with a bright, “That salmon smells wonderful. Do you guys ever go out there and go fishing?” She gestured to the ocean that lay just beyond the fenced line of Wyatt property.

“Hell, yeah, we do,” Todd said, his grin returning. “I’m the one who caught the salmon we’re grilling right now.”

“Bah! I believe I caught this one,” their dad corrected. “Yours was barely six pounds.”

“Bullshit it was, Pops!”

Any remaining tension from the family dissipated as the two began arguing good- naturedly.

Trevor had turned away from the group, silently staring out at the water.

“Good save,” Tyson finally murmured against Ellie’s ear. “Thank you for that.”

She squeezed his hand and glanced up at him. “No problem. What was that all about anyway?”

He hesitated, but then decided Trevor was too far away to hear.

“Megan was Trevor’s fiancée until they broke up last year. He won’t admit it, but I think Trevor still has some pretty strong feelings for her.”

“Why did they break up then?”

Again, he hesitated. “Trevor’s unit in the Army deployed to Afghanistan for a year. When he came back…I don’t know. Something changed. Their engagement ended shortly after that.”

Sympathy flashed across her face, before Ellie turned to watch Trevor. “I’m really sorry to hear that.”

“I need to go throw together the fruit salad,” his mom said, passing them on the way to the house. “Ellie, why don’t you come help? You can tell me more about yourself.”

Ellie’s eyes widened and her fingers clenched around his, but she said a bright, “Sure.”

Tyson bit back a laugh as he watched her follow his mother inside. He should’ve seen that coming a mile away. It wasn’t every day he brought a girl to the Saturday barbeque…hell, it wasn’t ever.

Which made him wonder again how he was going to convince himself this was a summer fling.

With a sigh, Tyson took another swig of his beer and went to check out the salmon that he was pretty sure he’d caught.

Lauren Dane
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Selena Blake
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Vivian Arend
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
Leah Braemel
Louisa Edwards
TJ Michaels

Welcome to another Snippet Saturday. Today’s theme is secondary characters. Check out my excerpt and then hop along to the other blogs listed below :D

Revenge can be sweet…and oh so sexy.

Lena Richards’s whirlwind vacation to Europe with a friend is a welcome chance to shake her pre-wedding jitters—until she learns her high-school sweetheart is cheating on her, Hawaiian-style. Figuring all’s fair, she indulges in a fling of her own with a sexy New Yorker she meets in Amsterdam whose kiss blows her mind—and the lid off her hormones.

Tyler Bentz is wary that the petite bombshell, who only a short time ago insisted their one kiss must never happen again, has done a complete 180. His questions only make it clear she’s interested in probing of the sexual kind. Who is he to turn her down?

As they burn their way across Europe, something shifts, and it’s not just the earth moving with their exploding passion. Lena begins to realize what it really means to fall in love. And Tyler finds himself tumbling hard and fast.

Reality catches up with them in Paris, leaving Tyler to wonder if Lena’s really the one, or if he’s nothing more to her than a pawn in her game of revenge.

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EXCERPT

Lena removed her sunglasses and grabbed the paper menu off the table, relieved to see it also offered the English translation of the food. “I’m starving. Do you think they’re serving lunch yet?”

“Hello, hot guy at the bar,” Stephanie whispered, ignoring her question. “And he was showing strong signs of interest when we walked in.”

“Now that’s a surprise,” Lena murmured. “You could draw looks from the blind.”

Stephanie raised her eyebrows and smiled at the man, making Lena glad that she had her back to him.

“Okay, he’s coming over.”

“What?” Lena dropped the menu, her pulse quickening. “Are you nuts? He could be a complete wacko.”

“Well, hello,my fellow Americans.” The voice, a deep and sensuous baritone, lifted the minuscule hairs on the back of Lena’s neck.

I will not turn and look.

“Oh, now that’s too bad.” Stephanie pouted. “I was hoping you’d be foreign and not another boring American. Accents are so delicious.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.” He didn’t sound apologetic in the least. “Was that an invitation to sit down a second ago?”

“You’re a quick one.” Stephanie slid over in the booth and made room for him.

Lena saw his backside first as he walked past her. Okay, so he looked good from behind. His hair was brown and cut short, but it had some curl to it. A hunter green crew neck sweater covered thick, broad shoulders and muscular back. Hmm. A possible swimmer? Her gaze traveled down to the solid looking butt tucked into faded jeans.

The front of him would be a big mess. No man could look that good on both sides. He probably had yellow teeth, acne scars, and crossed eyes.

He turned around.

Sweet Jesus. This icon of a man could make the statue of David appear to be an overweight nobody. It shouldn’t be legal for a man to look this good. Lena’s defenses went on red alert, a common reaction when she was confronted with an impossibly good-looking man.

His brown eyes met hers across the table, and he gave her a broad smile, displaying perfect, white teeth. She gave an inaudible harrumph. What, did he promote toothpaste, too?

“So where are you from, Mr.…?” Stephanie asked as she trailed a manicured nail up his sleeve. She didn’t seem near as bothered as Lena by their new friend.

“Bentz,” the man replied. “But formality is wasted in a place like Amsterdam. Call me Tyler. I’m from New York.”

“New York?” Stephanie replied. “I love New York. Great shopping. The name’s Stephanie, and this is my best friend Lena.”

Tyler shook Stephanie’s outstretched hand and then turned to Lena, who’d tucked hers back into her lap.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Bentz.” Lena gave an inward groan, wishing she didn’t sound so damn stiff.

Tyler cocked an eyebrow and pulled his hand back, keeping his gaze locked on her.

Lena didn’t answer and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, turning her gaze away from the amusement in his brown eyes. The hot body she could ignore, but the steady intensity in him struck a chord in her.

Stephanie grabbed another cigarette and lit up.

“So, where did you say you girls were from?”

“Portland, Oregon. Well, she is. I’m from Seattle.” Stephanie blew a stream of smoke into the air and declared, “I think I want a beer. Do you think they sell joints in here?”

Lena’s stomach flipped, and she jerked her gaze to her friend. “You’re not really going to smoke marijuana, are you?”

“Don’t be a prude, Lena.” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “I know you took a hit on a joint in high school. And besides, we’re in Amsterdam. It’s practically expected of you.”

“You just had to bring that up,” Lena muttered, her cheeks warming. She glanced at Tyler. “I never inhaled.”

“Mmm hmm.” Stephanie laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how defensive she gets about that.”

Tyler smiled, glancing down at his menu. “Well, I’m just going to have a Hoegaarden.”

“A what?” Lena asked, curious despite herself.

“It’s a white beer,” he explained. “It’s great over here. Make sure you ask for a lemon though.”

“Oh. Like a hefeweizen? That’s my favorite.” Easy girl, it’s just a beer. She forced a casual shrug. “It’s too early for beer, though. I’ll just have water.”

Stephanie gave her a pensive look. “No beer? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing. I just don’t want to drink some hole garden, or whatever you call it. I’m just here to grab something to eat.”

As if on cue, the waitress appeared and took their orders. After she left, Tyler turned back to the women. “So, what brings you two to Amsterdam? Business or pleasure?”

“Hopefully pleasure.” Stephanie’s voice turned husky. “I’ve been searching for a way to unwind for the last couple months. And I think I may have found it.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Lena mumbled under her breath. Stephanie sure didn’t waste any time. She’d baited the hook and was trolling the waters.

“And you?” Tyler turned to her. “Pleasure as well?”

“What?” Lena gave him a sharp glance. “I’ll have you know I’m en—”

“Lena.” Stephanie interrupted her, stopping her before Lena could declare her engagement.

Lena scowled, remembering their deal that they were just two single women on this trip.

“I’m enjoying myself on this vacation. Nothing but hotels, tourist traps and lots of pictures. In fact, Steph, remind me to pick up one of those snow globes, will you?”

The other two stared at her, their expressions twisted to show their puzzlement. Could I sound like more of an idiot?

Before turning back to Tyler, Stephanie nodded as though she were beginning to understand what was going on in Lena’s head.

“And why are you here? You look too well dressed to be backpacking.”

“I did the backpacking scene in college. I’m just here for a few days on business.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” Stephanie pouted. “Although, what a place to mix business with pleasure.”

Overkill, Steph. Overkill. Lena’s jaw clenched as she slid out of the booth. “I’ll be back in a few.”

 

Tyler watched Lena scurry away, noting her perfect backside. Well, well. Maybe Amsterdam did have its perks.

He’d begun to regret his decision to take the assignment here. He was bored out of his mind, and it had only been two days. Most of the work had been completed in the first day, and he hated doing the tourist thing by himself. He still had until Tuesday before he was due to fly back to New York.

Maybe, if he could convince her, Lena could help pass some of the time by. She intrigued him. He wanted to spend more time with her. Get her to come out of her shell a bit. Lord knew what he’d find underneath that protective demeanor, but he knew it would be worthwhile to find out.

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