Welcome to another Snipped Saturday. Today’s theme is Author’s Choice. Well, since I’m wrapping up a week in the Las Vegas area, I figured a fun excerpt would be from my book Negligee Behavior.


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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When the food arrived he dug into his greasy burger, his awareness of the woman across from him diminishing some. He was almost able to stop thinking of her as the woman he’d just shared an insanely hot kiss with, and instead went back to thinking of her as  the choir teacher in a cat shirt.

Then she slid her fork into the cheesecake and lifted a bite to her lips. With her eyes closed, she began emitting the most seductive, orgasmic noises as she took a bite.

“This is good,” she said, her fork diving back down for another bite. “This is really good. I needed this.”

Did it make him an asshole for thinking she needed a whole lot more than cheesecake? She needed to get laid, and not by some dumbass named Gordon.

“Did you want some wine?” she asked.

Marco blinked. “Wine?”

“You were just staring at my wineglass, and I thought you might have wanted some.”

Actually, he thought, I was staring at your breasts behind the wineglass. Were they big or small? It was the damn mystery of the night.

“No, thanks.” He gave her a brief smile and picked up a fry.

“Can I have one?”

He looked down at his dwindling fry supply, ready to protest, but she’d already picked up a fry and proceeded to eat it, savoring each bite as erotically as she had the cheesecake. Was she doing it on purpose?

No. That would have been about as likely as Brandy having actually been a stripper.

“So where do we go from here?” she asked, licking the grease from her fingers.

He ground his teeth and forced his attention away from her mouth.

“I was thinking,” she went on. “Maybe we could go to a show? I haven’t had the chance to really do the whole Vegas…”

He listened to her drone on about the Vegas experience as she polished off the rest of his fries. He hated going to shows. They were a waste of time and money.

“I’ll pay, of course.” She drained the rest of her wine and then looked at him, a dazzling smile on her face. “I think the alcohol is kicking in. It should by now. I mean I had a half a bottle earlier, and another glass here. I can tell because—”

“I think a show sounds great,” he interrupted, not even wanting to know how she could tell she might be drunk.

“Oh. You are the best.” She snagged another fry.

“Do you think we could get tickets for Donny and Marie?”

Donny and fucking Marie? Seriously? This was hell. He was fantasizing about a woman that dressed worse than his grandma and wanted him to go see The Osmonds in concert.

He should have taken her up on the wine.

“They are still here, aren’t they? My mom loved Donny Osmond. I had to listen to him when I was a kid. You know that song, “Puppy Love?” I could sing it for you.”

Fuck, please don’t. “No, that’s cool. I know it,” he said so fast he nearly tripped on the words. “But I don’t think I can get tickets. I’m sure you have to book way in advance.”

Brandy ate the last bite of her cheesecake and gave him a suspicious look. “Okay, let’s be honest. I’m guessing you’re like every other man out there. You’d rather have a root canal than see Donny and Marie in concert.”

Marco grimaced. “That about sums it up.”

“How about a magic show?” she suggested hopefully. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

When? When would this night end? Come midnight he was gone, out of here. Good-bye. Good-night. Gone. Good Samaritan hat could be hung back up.

“No. That’s not so bad,” he heard himself say.

Her mouth tilted upward and something shifted inside him, made his breath catch.

“You’ve got an amazing smile,” he told her without thinking.


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