I’m usually pretty good about remembering anniversaries, but my husband beat me to the punch yesterday and remembered what I hadn’t: it was one year ago yesterday that Wicked Burn–my first single-title from Berkley–came out. It sort of blew me away, to consider it. I’m still relatively new to publishing, so as you might imagine, this last year, I was on quite a learning curve. I wanted to take a moment to say ‘thanks’ to all of you who have accompanied me on the journey. I greatly appreciate your support, and I hope we’ll be able to share many books and reading moments in the future.
I thought I’d put up another excerpt from Holiday Bound, my Christmas themed short novel that’s out now from Samhain and as of today, it’s also available at Amazon for your Kindle! This one continues a bit where another excerpt I’ve posted here left off. Enjoy!
Angeline imagined his shapely lips, set off to perfection by the short, dark goatee, tilting into a small smile. She recalled how she’d wondered if he could keep an employee, his manner was so surly.
But he sounded like he was fond of Macy the Manager. Maybe it was just Angeline who brought out the worst in him? Wasn’t that all the more reason for her to enjoy a casual conversation with him?
Only it wasn’t casual. Nothing about her interaction with Alex Carradine had been casual since he’d first barked at her while she sat in the SUV. Angeline knew all that, but she couldn’t stop herself from trying to make a connection with him, no matter how tenuous that connection was.
“My mom and dad put a real one up every year. They smell so good. I went with my dad every year to cut it down until I went to college,” she said in a hushed voice.
“What about your place in the city?”
“I put up a small one. Fake. I still like it, though. My mother gives me an ornament on Christmas Day. It’s a tradition. So I like to put them up every year. This will be the first year I’m not spending Christmas with my parents.”
“You were going to spend it with my dad, instead.”
The flames crackled in the taut silence that followed. If she’d let herself think about what she said next, she’d never have done it in a million years. But she wasn’t thinking. As she lay there in front of that fire with Alex, she was just feeling. And she was doing it more than she’d ever done in her thirty years of existence.
“I’ve never slept with your father.”
Sweat popped on her brow in the strained silence that followed. She felt a drop of it run between her breasts. How could she possibly have been nearly frozen less than an hour ago when her flesh now throbbed with heat? She closed her eyes when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
He rolled her onto her back. She opened her eyes. He’d scooted over in his sleeping bag and leaned down over her, bracing himself on his elbow. She stared, mesmerized, at flame-gilded muscle. His face looked rigid and stark as he stared down at her.
Something fell into place deep inside her, like the last tumbler turning to spring a lock.
She groaned at the impact of his mouth taking possession of her own. She’d thought she was hot, but Alex was fire itself, his sleek tongue a fierce, demanding flame. A fever possessed her, burning away rational thought.
He cupped her jaw and drank from her thirstily…wildly. When his taste registered in her awareness, a primal wave of lust surged up from her belly. Her vagina contracted in painful need. She kissed him like she was deprived of air and he could supply her with his breath…with life itself. She hadn’t realized she was struggling to feel his long, hard body pressed next to her own until he roughly broke their kiss. She blinked her eyelids open, registering the small snarl twisting his handsome mouth. When she craned up for him, desperate for more of his taste, he hissed a curse and whipped back the cover of her sleeping bag.
“Get out of there.” His low growl made her nipples pinch with excitement. She’d never imagined lust so powerful or raw in her life, let alone experienced it.
She scurried out of the sleeping bag. He pushed his bag down over his hips and pulled his legs free. She groaned when he pressed the front of his body to her side. She could feel his cock—long, thick and straining—against his jeans.
He grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night. For years,” he said thickly as he tossed the ivory sweater aside. His eyes gleamed as he stared at her breasts covered in an ivory silk bra. She’d wished she’d worn a bra with some padding earlier, when her nipples kept tightening under Alex’s bold stare.
Now she was glad he saw her desire unmasked. Her nipples pebbled beneath the thin, clinging fabric. She held her breath when he slowly raised his hand and traced the upper swell of one breast with a long finger. His cock lurched against her leg.
“Alex,” she whispered. She pressed her hip against his penis. She experienced a wild need to have him closer…to take him in her body. When he opened his big hand and shaped a breast to his palm, she reached for the waistband of his jeans.
The next thing she knew, he had her flat on her back, his knees on either side of her hips. He pinned her wrists to the carpet above her head. She panted shallowly as she looked up at him. She wasn’t afraid, even though she’d never had a man hold her down before. Instead, his unexpected action made molten heat flood her pussy. She transformed into a wild, primitive thing, arching her back, thrusting her hips against the stiff column of his erection.
She became as single-minded as a female animal in heat, knowing only some deep, biological imperative to seat a cock deep inside her.
To seat Alex deep inside her.
“Shhh, calm down,” he muttered between clenched teeth as she writhed against him. She saw that his forehead, chest and ridged abdomen gleamed with a light coat of perspiration. Her hunger grew at the sight. She opened her thighs and cupped his firm cock between them before she clamped them shut and their sexes throbbed into each other.
“Goddammit, Angeline, do you want me to tie you down?”
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