I’m happy to announce that the sequel for The Guardian’s Heart is set to release March 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing. Over the next year to year and a half you’ll get to know all the girls of Growing Strong Montessori. Mary Beth’s book, The Cheated Heart, is my March book. Followed by Sarah, then Mandy.
Here’s where the promises come in. When I wrote The Guardian’s Heart it was supposed to be a short story for an anthology. I over shot the maximum word count by over thirty-five thousand words. When began writing The Guardian’s Heart I didn’t plot out for a series, if I would have Sarah would not have been a lesbian. I might have just left her out all together. Although she’s integral to the story line and now I couldn’t imagine not having her as part of group stepping out of a comfort zone is scary. And writing an f/f book is out of my comfort zone, but at one time writing in third person was out of my comfort zone, but as a writer taking chances and stretching my writing muscles only makes me stronger.
Part of the reason book two took so long to write was because once I wrote Mary Beth’s book I committed myself to writing Sarah and Mandy’s. I wasn’t going to start something I couldn’t finish with the same zeal I did The Guardian’s Heart. People helped me brain storm with some encouraging me while others made suggestions to either not have a Sarah story at all, she does have a loving girlfriend in book one. Or have Sarah end up with a man because she was “going through a phase.”
Here comes promise number two and three really, I wasn’t going to insult my audience that way. Sarah is one of the four owners and part of the best friend group that has been lovingly nicknamed the Growing Strong Mafia. To not have her story would be a slap in the face to my readers. And the second suggestion again is an insult to my readers. I recently read a book in a series where the character was a gay man until it was time for his love story then suddenly “he’d been faking”. Sure the author spun a pretty good tale about why and his love of a woman, but if it wasn’t for the fact I had a long drive and no more Audible credits I may not have finished the book because it was like a spit in my face as a reader.
What scared me you may ask? The love story I wasn’t worried about it was just the lifestyle in general. I hate stereotypes and every subculture has their own way of being. This is where my trepidation came in. Can I accurately portray a lifestyle I don’t live? Other writers can kill people, create horrific beasts or even write about things they don’t live. There are very few writers that are also on death row because they know how to murder someone in cold blood so I guess the answer is yes.
When you start writing it’s all about ‘writing what you know’ then you can expand. I’m a great researcher, heck my Bachelors is in History, but the last thing I would ever want to do in my books is to portray a character unrealistically. Then I bit the bullet because when it came down to it I write love stories. Those stories are about two people that usually have to over come an obstacle to make their love work. That I could do, the other stuff, it like Sarah and Karen’s love, will work itself out and I promise you I will not waiver on the quality or zeal for which I write.
New York City, a romance conference, two established erotic romance writers meet and venture into another world, the world of BDSM.
She’s finally confident and sexy, after years of self-doubt. He’s found a partner he can be dominant with and now wants more. He wants her love. She’s fallen hard. He wants to own her. She needs to belong to him completely.
Not even two countries and thousands of miles can keep two hearts from each other. Nor can it keep them from the strongest bonds of love, leaving the vanilla world behind.
In a decadent purple dungeon on the Upper East Side of New York City two people connect. They discover they have the same hidden desires and fall in love.EXCERPT: Bonds of Love
Leighton had been quite specific about how I was to be dressed tonight. What he asked me to wear was deliciously decadent. First, he emphasized the color black. Next he requested some black sexy underwear, black heels at least three inches tall, a garter belt, and something black and clingy. I meant to deliver and had my purchases in my hands as I left the shopping mall.
I’d gone on line snooping around at the BDSM clubs in my area. I’d never seek out one of these clubs alone. I wasn’t even sure I’d like going to this dungeon
However, with him this seemed all right, natural and arousing. My anticipation level was high, very high. Tonight was all I could think about.
I was to meet him at the same hotel bar at eight tonight. When I entered, he sat at the bar in black trousers and black raw silk shirt. I noticed his socks and shoes were black setting off his rugged goods looks and weakening me in the knees. I was in deep trouble. No man had ever affected me the way he was. I found myself gripping the leather banister around the bar. Then he smiled. I lost my breath and my heart began to pump wildly in my chest. He excited me and so did the little adventure he had planned. I was on my way to my first dungeon.
I was already wet with anticipation.
“I have a limo waiting for us. We’ll have dinner with my friends, then we’ll play.”
“Yes, baby, from the minute that gin and tonic splashed on me and my eyes beheld your lovely face, playing with you is the first scenario that came to my mind. The next scenario involved making you cum, watching you cum, and controlling you. Then I fucked you, watched my dick slide inside of you. Yes, baby, I want to play with you all night.” His tall body closed in on me, he let his breath caress the tops of my breasts the cleavage ample and licentious.
I shivered at his words. I’d go with him. I’d experience what he had to offer. For the first time in my life I was letting go, allowing my inhibitions to run free. I hoped he’d enjoy the lacey number I had on, black and sexy, as he requested. My pussy was wet, my mouth numb and my libido off the wall. Yet being with him gave me a strong sense of security, a need to relinquish all that I was to him. I knew I’d call him Sir
Thank you Michel Prince
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“No one ever said carrying demon spawn would be easy…” Ellie Jeffreys is unsure of when or where she woke up, but one thing is certain—she’s not alone. Having been violently ripped from her life, the return will be anything but smooth. Led back to the house and family she loves, Ellie soon learns an interloper will tie her to the enemy forever. Now unsure if the nightmare of Luke Page will consume her and finally allow Gaap to destroy the family she’s created, she discovers the only way forward is to move on from the past and accept her place in an ancient prophecy.
Kelly stood at my bedroom door.
“Do I want to know?”
Oscar was at the door of our bathroom clutching a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscles glistened from the water that he didn’t try to dry off. I could see a few bubbles left floating on his abdomen from the Irish Spring that wafted through the air.
“I didn’t do anything,” I stated as desire built in me for this Adonis of a husband I had.
“No you didn’t,” he replied taking a step towards me our eyes locked on each other. His bicep flexed to make sure his towel wouldn’t slip.
“Are you two okay?” Kelly asked, but I couldn’t read her face because I was locked on Oscar’s.
The love I finally accepted coursed through my body.
“Fine.” My body was filling with a rush of hormones. I needed to be with this man that loved me as much as I loved him. A love that is incomprehensible, but it didn’t need to be comprehended because it was real.
“Ellie, it could send you into premature labor,” Kelly warned.
“Like I care,” I said waving my hand and using my aura to slam the door in her face.
“That was rude.” Oscar tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“She understands. I’m five thousand pounds, carrying demon spawn and have an Adonis wanting to ravish me. That, and I’m a sex freak. It’s the cross you must bear since you chose to marry me.”
“It’s a heavy load.” He walked closer to me and let his towel slip to the floor. “But I work out.” As if I couldn’t tell by the fact that every muscle in his body was firm and hard as a rock. The stress of all this was starting to show in what had to be a zero percent body fat. “Adonis, huh?” I nodded biting my lips so hard I tasted a little bit of blood.
“You think you can figure someway to work with me,” I seductively purred, still on my knees reaching for him.
He crawled onto the bed and pulled off my shirt.
“I did last time, didn’t I?” He kissed my neck and an anticipatory orgasm gripped me. “Don’t mention the demon again.”
My breath quickened as his mouth met mine.
School media specialist, GianneMarvray, has been through the worst two years of her life physically and emotionally. After a battle with cancer and all it entails, she is finally ready to start living her life again. She wants to see new places, meet new people and experience new things, but she isn’t ready for the rollercoaster ride she’s about to embark on when she meets Las Vegas personal trainer and raw vegan foods advocate, Marc Stafford.
After a four year absence, Marc comes home to Atlanta to attend a family celebration in one of his brother’s honor. He’s not thrilled about seeing his father, but he has promised his mother that he won’t throw off the family balance by being the only one of their six sons absent. All Marc wants to do is make an appearance at the event and spend a little time with his brothers. Little does he know that this is the night he will meet the woman who will forever change his life. Excerpt:
Marc Stafford had appeared at her table at the hotel like an apparition. A striking, designer-clad, green-eyed apparition sent to remind her of what her life could be like once again. Her sex drive had all but disappeared during the chemotherapy treatments, but it had been months since her last infusion. Marc had flicked on the switch powering her dormant desire, and it felt wonderful. He was unquestionably attracted to her, which was a tremendous boost to her ego. For too long she’d looked and felt like something the cat dragged in, but when Marc looked at her with such heat in his devastating eyes, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. What harm could a little flirting do? Gianne didn’t want more than that anyway. A real relationship was out of the question. Yes, she was in remission right now, but that might change at any time, and the possibility terrified her. Most men wanted to carry on their family name. She couldn’t offer that either. It didn’t matter, because in a couple of days he’d return to Las Vegas, and she’d never see him again.
Gianne hit the Bluetooth button and said, “Call Stefanie.” In a few seconds, her friend’s sleepy voice answered. “Were you asleep already? It’s only ten-fifteen.”
“I was supposed to be watching TV,” she said with a sleepy laugh. “How did it go?”
“Better than I’d expected, and you were right, Stef.”
“The war paint.”
“You met somebody!” Stefanie said, suddenly sounding wide awake. “Who is he? Tell me all about it.”
“Don’t get all excited. He’s only in town for a few days then he’s going back to Las Vegas.”
“So, what’s his name? Details, details!”
“Marc Stafford. He’s a personal trainer.”
“Ooh, so he must be built, and…wait a minute. Isn’t your doctor named Stafford?”
“Yes, ma’am. He’s definitely built, and he’s the fourth son.” She waited for a response.
“You swing for the fences, girl.” Stefanie laughed. “Does he look anything like the brother who did your surgery? I remember him from the hospital. That man was fine.”
“There’s a strong resemblance, but Marc doesn’t look as serious and intense as Dr. Vic. Remember the picture in Dr. Stafford’s office with him and his wife and their sons?
“Yes, where they were on the beach.”
“Uh huh. I met all of them tonight, and Stef, they’re not just good looking, but they’re so nice. Well, most of them, anyway.”
“Hmm, sounds like there’s a story there.”
“You’d better believe it. Those men are a complicated bunch.”
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Everyone has a choice. Abide by the government’s rules and regulations and you may live the average life. Or you can become a Sweeper. Krissa Channing’s destination was clear until Braiden entered her life and clouded her future.
Krissa’s future, which once seemed so promising, is compromised when her relationship with Braiden is forced by the hands of the government. The pressure of an automatic pairing pushes them both down a path they never dreamed they’d travel.
While Krissa accepts the change, Braiden revolts against the government leaving Krissa alone, her heart torn. Should she follow the rules and regulations and continue down the road mapped out for her? Or should she go against everything she’s been taught and follow after her true love?
When Chance and I started dating, I really thought he had potential. I considered a future with him, but after our tremulous relationship, my friends were right, it could never work. He didn’t take anything seriously and had pushed me aside for a girl well beneath me. He wasn’t going to pair and there was no way I was going to end up becoming a Sweeper.
Being a sweeper was basically a death sentence. The lowest unit in our society consisted of Sweepers. They held the lowest jobs, which required little to no education, and none of the work at that level provided a good quality of life. Sweepers were placed due to being unpaired or if they resisted the government. Apparently Headquarters didn’t believe you had a lot of worth if you were unable to pair and didn’t reproduce. Reproduction was key to keeping our society alive and thriving. If an individual didn’t see it that way, they were put to use cleaning up after the rest of us. I couldn’t rely on Chance to be a good pairing. I knew I deserved better and was certain I could find it.
I needed something more concrete. I only had two years left until I was paired, and at the end of this year I needed to provide a preliminary list.
I was stressed but I believed in the process. I had faith that in the next two years I would find and be paired with my true love.
"How’s it going, Kris?" Chance asked, trying to act cool in front of his friends.
"I’m fine, how are you guys?" The four of them, Chance, Braiden, Tobin, and Pax, didn’t look like the type to be friends. Chance wore his signature look of layered shirts with a twisted rope necklace around his neck. Tobin had a more reserved, conservative look. Pax was a small kid
with dark hair and brown eyes who wore sweatpants and an old tee shirt. Then there was Braiden. Braiden had dark short hair, striking green eyes and a well-defined jaw. His face was long and oval, beautiful yet rugged. He had a look that stole my attention from all other things.
Chance and Braiden had been friends for a long time. Chance used to always talk about him when we were together, and I had seen Braiden on several occasions but I guess I never really paid attention. I only saw Chance, paying no attention to any other male prospects out there. Today however, was different. Today, for the first time, I saw
Braiden. There was something different about him now, his smile, or his laugh. Something drew my attention.
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Savannah Tripp’s life had been filled with athletic competition to the point she’d lost herself and desires.
Linc, Jace and Nash are from Savannah’s hometown and have worked on her family farm for years. Growing up around the blond beauty and watching her toned body as it glided across the water had filled all the guys fantasies, but she’d always seemed an unattainable princess in a tower above them.
Hard times have hit the prosperous Tripp family and Savannah’s in need of a ride home. The guys she’d avoided for years are her only hope, but as a storm bears down they find themselves in a motel with nothing but pent up desires. Savannah will soon learn that not only has she been the fantasy to all of them…one has always held a place for her in his heart, but will both their bruised egos come between them or will they discover love over Winter Break.
Savannah couldn’t afford a hostel, let alone a motel and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be sleeping in the same room with the dork squad.
“Yes Princess. It’s what us poor folk call travel sleepin’ places.”
“I thought your people just slept under a bridge, Jace.”
Linc and Nash chuckled and Linc pulled forward, proving he was right. The interstate was closed and they, along with hundreds of other stranded travelers, would have to hold up in one of the three hotels in Cooper. Nash went in as their representative and came out with his dimpled cheeks smiling.
“Got the last room. Thank God for my parent’s emergency credit card. Ya’ll owe me thirty bucks a piece.”
“Room? As in one?” Savannah balked.
“Yeah, don’t worry, Savannah. I’m sure there’s a pullout couch or we could get a cot,” Nash said as he grabbed his backpack and they all piled out.
Picking her bag with her toiletries and exiting the vehicle, Savannah began to fear she wouldn’t get a wink of sleep. The twenty-foot walk to the door froze her cheeks as snow and wind whipped against her face.
“But we’re still in the same room.” Savannah realized Nash needed thirty dollars and she couldn’t give him that. “Sorry I…this wasn’t in the plans.”
“Leaving late and having a stowaway wasn’t in the plans either, but we adjusted. Or did you think being in your presence is an honor?” Linc growled.
“I don’t know what I ever did to you guys—“
“Nothing,” Jace said, coming within an inch of her face.
The heat of his breath kissed her lips and she shivered but not from the cold. God he was hot. His smoldering good looks had driven her crazy since they were sophomores. She was so pissed when she learned her competition schedule meant the biggest meet of the year was the same day as prom. When he asked her out her panties became wet. Then anger took over because she couldn’t go and she had to tell him no. The boy who didn’t notice any girl had noticed her. That one guy in the school that made her stomach clench, flip and shudder all at the same time noticed her.
Now he was a man. Only an inch taller than her, but with a broad build and spice scent had her lubricating in anticipation. Under any other situation, she might have tried to go for the guy of her high school fantasies. But not with Nash with his dimpled cheeks and Linc with his emerald eyes… Besides, Jace Murphy clearly hated her. Right, fantasy gone.
“You’ve never done anything for us. We’re just a few of the many losers deigned to breathe your air.”
With that Jace and Linc walked into the motel while Nash wrapped his arm around her.
“Don’t worry, Savannah. He’s still a little hurt and you can’t help who you are.”
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Even a predator can become the prey.
Nae McCain enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. As a bounty hunter she’d never failed to get her man. Until her boss assigns her a new case.
Eldridge “El” Kuhne has done what ever necessary to protect his pride. He understands there might be repercussions for some of his decisions. But when his consequences comes in a lithe package with skin the color of deep bronze and a scent of sugared ginger. He’s prepared to accept his fate.
The same forces that thrust them together now threaten to snatch them apart. And the sins of a brother could cost El everything
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A Naughty Little Christmas - Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors
COWBOY JACKPOT: CHRISTMAS
Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1 Randi Alexander
Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.
A NAUGHTY NOELLE
The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5 Ann Bruce
When injured vice cop Sergio Ramirez accepts Noelle Mason’s offer to help him, she has no idea the danger she faces, most of it from her desire to share her bed with him.
HOLIDAY SURPRISE: UNWRAPPED Aliyah Burke
Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?
CHRISTMAS ANGEL Opal Carew
Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick's happiness for her own freedom?
A HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS Dawn Halliday
In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.
ILLICIT CHRISTMAS Yvette Hines
Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever...especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.
HER XMAS PRESENT Christin Lovell
After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?
ALL SHE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS Paige Tyler
Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!
Excerpt From Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas by Randi Alexander
Running her hands slowly up his arms, Gigi sighed. "I want to fool around."
Boone tipped his head back and laughed like a kid. "You're the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten." Against the backdrop of the suite's windows, he reminded her of a package all wrapped in lights.
His hands slid to her butt and he tugged her up.
Holding on to his shoulders, Gieselle balanced herself and wrapped her legs around him. She loved it when he carried her.
"You don't have to ask this cowboy more than once." He strode to the bedroom, bent over the bed, and laid her back on it. Lit only by the lights of the strip, the room wrapped around them, romantic and cozy.
Propping his elbows at her side, his face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. "Baby, I've got plans for you."
A hot shiver skittered through her. "Plans?"
"Mm hm." His eyes darkened and his breath came faster. "
She unbuttoned one button of his shirt. "What kind of plans?"
He reached behind his back, tugged off her shoe, and tossed it. "Wicked ones."
Flicking open another button, she asked, "Hot plans?"
"Yeah. And sticky." He took her other shoe and threw it, too.
Opening the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered for a lick of his nice pecs. "God, you're sexy."
"Baby." It came out on a growl and he ripped off his cowboy hat and threw it onto a chair. "You're making me crazy."
She tugged his shirttails from his jeans. "I want to make you naked."
With incredible speed, he removed his shirt and leaned back over her. "Your turn." He slid his hands from her knees down her thighs, his fingers tracing the elastic of her panties around her hips.
The rough calluses on his warm hands rattled lusty heat along her skin and down to her pussy.
Boone gathered her dress under her butt and sat her up, pulling it from under her and up over her head.
He froze, his eyes on her see-through lavender bra. "Oh, jeez."
His stare puckered her nipples and tingled chills across her breasts. Gieselle laced her fingers through his hat hair, releasing the blond mop. The softness on her fingers tugged at her heart. A rugged cowboy with the sweet personality of a gentleman.
Boone's mouth covered hers as he laid her back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. His big prize buckle chilled her belly.
She traced his lips with her tongue and he dove in, his tongue on hers, on her cheeks, tickling the roof of her mouth.
His overpowering strength did fuzzy things to her brain and wild, jittery things to her core. Her hips made tiny circles, cradling his hard shaft through his jeans.
"Gigi." He whispered against her lips as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.
She scraped her nails lightly down his back. "Boone?"
"When you do that…" His mouth pressed hard and hot on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tracing patterns. Slowly he eased his body lower, dragging his mouth along her skin, tasting as he went.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him as desire swirled and puddled low in her belly.
His mouth traced the line of her bra across one breast, then the other. "You're so hot. Your skin is burning my lips."
"Don't stop." Her blood raced through her like solar flares.
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Wonder Guy is a light-hearted fantasy, the first full-length novel in my series of stories featuring the Fairy Godmothers' Union, True Love Local. Greg Roberts has been in love with the girl next door since they were both twelve, but Gloria Torkinson is engaged to marry someone else. Greg can only respect her choice in the matter – until his fairy godmother pops in with a different idea. As a mysterious, masked superhero Greg can appear to Gloria in a whole new light and win her love. But super-heroing is trickier
than Greg knew, creating its own problems and uncovering inimical forces in his world that he never suspected. He’ll have to discover the true hero in himself before he can set things to right and win at love. And that's only the start of a story that includes dinosaurs, murder, evil fae, giant mosquitoes and a rampaging elephant.
Excerpt from Wonder Guy
“Let go.” He plucked at her arms, still clenched around the cherry stem.
Gladly she released it, turning at the urging of his hands to transfer her
hold to him. She clasped her arms around his neck, and in the instant her
eyes met his, looking out from behind his mask, she forgot her fear and her
weariness. A bolt of exhilaration shot through her, an inexplicable joy.
Gloria grinned, letting the world drop away below them. She hardly
registered how they’d shot into the sky, leaving mosquito hordes far below.
She might never have this chance again. The belly dancers of the world
might surround him as soon as they returned to earth, the way they’d done
when he’d stopped that rogue elephant in Uptown. She’d have to go back to
her life and her work and responsibilities. Right now this magnificent
man’s arms wrapped tightly around her and his gaze stayed locked with hers.
For the moment he was hers.
His masked face drew close, his breath warm on her mouth. Gloria leaned in,
brushed her lips across his chiseled, slightly parted ones, thrilled as
they softened and opened beneath her light touch. She bore down, parting
her own lips to kiss him in earnest.
Oh Lord. If they weren’t already up among the clouds she’d be flying now.
Who knew a kiss had the power to unlock such a rush of sensation, become a
whole new dimension of delight? It had never worked that way before. His
mouth met hers with equal fervor and with a tenderness melting her from
crown to toes.
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Amber Grayson, a conservative executive, found true love with fiancé, Kevin Miller. He infused her life with a sense of adventure and challenged her thoughts about appropriate bedroom behavior. After such a steamy affair, Amber was expecting nothing less during their engagement.
Even with the rushed timetable for the wedding combined with the stress of merging their households and finances, Amber is excited to begin a family with the man of her dreams. However, the beginning of forever is more difficult than either of them thought.
Locked in a battle of wills, Amber and Kevin find their commitment to each other and their future tested. Is this the beginning of their lives together or the end?
“I got a few hours before the pictures, right?” Kevin hopped into the truck, spinning off along another gravel road toward a grove of towering trees.
“I’m going to cancel. It’s too nasty out.” She leaned her head against the window, gazing out at the brown tangle of limbs bowing over the truck, threatening to snap at any second.
With so little time before the wedding, this would be the only opportunity for photographs to be taken. If the photographer could be rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon or perhaps over the weekend, then it would be fine. If not in the next few days, then engagement photos, like the engagement party, would have to be scrapped.
Kevin squeezed along her thigh, loosening the muscles that were starting to knot. “Amber…”
She pulled out her phone and called the photographer, her heart dropping into her stomach as the woman explained that she couldn’t possibly reschedule until sometime after the next two weeks. “I’ll give you a call back once I move some things around.”
There’d be no moving of things. No engagement photos. She sighed in tune with the patter of rain starting to cover the windshield again.
“Just call somebody else.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“It’s not that hard.” Kevin slowed the truck to a stop and unsnapped her seat belt.
“Uh…” Between the zip of the fabric across her chest and the unexpected crush of his lips on hers, she was spinning, bumping against the door in a mental tizzy. Her mouth opened further, accepting the fierce entrance of his tongue with a soft moan. She gripped his large shoulders, holding steady against the force of his hand tangling in her hair as the moan in her throat deepened. Photographs? What photographs?
“This isn’t going to ruin the next few days, is it?” His gruff whisper fanned heat against her ear.
“No…” She waited for his mouth to find hers again but he was buckling her back into place.
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