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February 8, 2015
Quote of the Day
“If you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed one.” – Mother Teresa
February 4, 2015
Throwback Thursday
Today’s Throwback Thursday is actual more like a short toss. lol. Thought I’d feature a book that isn’t particularly old, but seems to have (sadly) fallen a bit through the cracks. Last summer, I put out a quick, dirty little short story called Sparks Fly. When I started the story, my original thought was it would just be a standalone, sort of one and done, story. I’d had the story and characters in my head for a while and they were screaming to hit the page.
HOWEVER, it would appear my brain wasn’t finished with these characters…or this town…or this family. And so…the Sparks in Texas series is about to fire up this year. I’ve written the second book, Waiting for You. Waiting for You will be part of the Novak Box Sets (all proceeds from the sale of those sets goes to diabetes research–I have zero talent in pretty much every realm, so I’m delighted to be able to contribute to such a worthy cause with the only thing I have to offer–words). Those sets will be together for two months only (May 1-June 30). On July 1, I’ll publish Waiting for You individually. My *hope* is that the third in the Sparks in Texas series, Something Sparked, will release this summer as well. See those ** around the word “hope”. That’s me warning you that my intentions don’t always match up with real life (dammit). So fingers crossed I get lots of lovely snow days from school for writing this winter.
Wow…this post got way off track, didn’t it? All of that was a long-winded way for me to say…if you haven’t read Sparks Fly yet, I hope you’ll give it a whirl as it’s just the beginning of a series (and a family) I’m already LOVING. OH! And I should say…Sparks Fly is a short story, so it’s only .99 cents.
Sparks Fly
Sparks in Texas, book 1
I Do is the easy part. Happily ever after? Not so much.
Evan and Annie are deeply in love, but that hasn’t stopped tension from creating cracks in their relationship. Determined not to fail his wife, Evan takes action before those cracks become craters, damaging their marriage irreparably. Over the Fourth of July weekend, he’ll reignite Annie’s passion with his own brand of fireworks.
Stand back and watch the sparks fly.
EXCERPT:
“You know, Mace, there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of in my life. One thing I’ve known about myself since I was young.”
“What’s that?”
“That I want to be a father. That’s the life I’ve always wanted to live. The feeling’s always been there.”
Macie sighed softly, her eyes filled with compassion. “Still no luck?”
He shook his head miserably. Evan and Annie had married when they were in their early thirties, both well established in their careers. They’d planned to start a family immediately, hoping for a honeymoon baby. Everyone in town knew they were anxious to become parents and in those early days, very few weeks passed when someone hadn’t asked if they were expecting yet. Then the months turned into a year and that year extended into another. With the passage of time, people stopped inquiring, and actually tried to avoid making eye contact with him and Annie anytime the subject of babies came up.
“I know the doctor said there was nothing medically wrong, but have you and Annie considered talking to someone else?”
“We have.”
Macie seemed surprised by Evan’s admission. He didn’t blame her. She’d been his confidant for most of his life. Maybe it was strange for him to be so close to a female cousin who was several years older than him, but even when they were younger, Macie had felt like a kindred spirit. “When?”
“We drove to Austin a few months ago to see a specialist.”
“And?”
“And Dr. Bryan was right. There’s no medical reason why we can’t conceive, so the specialist gave us some tricks to try. None of them are working.”
“So adopt.” It was an answer Macie had offered countless time in the past two years.
“You know I’d do that in a New York minute, but Annie really wants to have a baby. She doesn’t want to stop trying yet.”
Macie smiled sadly. “None of this is news, Evan. What’s wrong? Why are you here, sweet pea?”
He took a drink of his beer, then he stared at the bottle, unable to hold Macie’s gaze. Then he heard the words that had been trapped inside him for well over a year falling out.
“I’m fucking done in, Mace. I’m tired. Sex is completely regimented. We’re on this schedule. I’m all but punching a goddamn time clock in the bedroom. It’s hurting my marriage. I love Annie. Really love her, but we’re just so tense. Every month when we find out she’s still not pregnant, I hold her while she cries and tell her it will be okay. But what if it’s not? What if those words are a lie and it’s just another way I’m failing her?”
February 2, 2015
Quote of the Day
“Be the heroine of your life. Not the victim.” -Nora Ephron
Dare to want more!
I’m thrilled to announce that I’m going to be a part of the DARE TO LOVE KINDLE WORLD!
This world is an extension of New York Times Bestselling Author, Carly Phillips’ world from her Dare to Love series! Carly has licensed the world to Amazon and invited authors to write stories set in this world! Carly will be the only author to bring you stories of the Dare family and siblings, but in each Kindle World book, you’ll see familiar names and faces from Carly’s pages!
There are nine amazing Dare To Love Kindle World stories out now and we will be adding SIX more on March 23rd, including my story, One Daring Night.
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One Daring NightJoni’s had better birthdays. Catching her boyfriend at a fancy restaurant with some bimbo certainly wasn’t what she’d wished for when she blew out the candles. Newly unattached, she’s ready to embrace singlehood by going wild, being reckless, maybe even indulging in some meaningless sex.
Depressed with his shallow love life, Eric Bryant is commiserating with his friend, Alex Dare, over a meal at his favorite restaurant. He vows to marry the next woman he sleeps with—just before a firecracker confronts her cheating boyfriend at the next table. Intrigued, Eric offers to buy her a beer. Joni agrees on two conditions: She wants tequila, and complete honesty. Eric promises nothing but the truth.
After one daring night, what happens when two people with such similar hungers want such different futures?
January 28, 2015
Throwback Thursday
Last week I started a little thing I’m calling Throwback Thursday. Basically I’m taking a little stroll down memory lane as I look back at some of my older stories. Today I thought I’d share a snippet from Do Over. I wrote the entire story of Do Over in my head on a 5 hour drive back from a conference in Ohio. Seriously…the whole book. So when I sat down at the computer, I swear the words fell out of me. The whole story just felt so clear to me.
I’ve always sort of seen it as a feel-good book and I sincerely hope that’s how others feel about it too. It’s the story of a middle age couple who have raised their children and are now trying to reconnect in their empty nest. Sounds dull as dirt, right? Well, in truth, I think it’s a pretty racy story. Shared it with a girlfriend and she remarked that if she and her husband tried all those sexual positions, they would have been dead by chapter two! lol. Thought I’d pass that on as a word on caution to anyone thinking to reenact the story!
Sometimes once is not enough…
After twenty-five years of marriage, Faith Wainwright wonders what she’ll do next. Her kids have moved out and sometimes she feels so distant from her husband, Troy.
Right before their anniversary, Troy gives Faith an unexpected gift: a journey through their hometown to reenact all their “firsts”. Their first date. Their first kiss. And especially the first time they made love—only better.
Each stop on their tour becomes an opportunity for Faith and Troy to rediscover how explosive their passion could be. Now Faith knows exactly what she’s going to do—Troy, over and over again….
Excerpt:
When the parking lot was almost completely clear, he turned to her. “Happy anniversary, Faith.”
Her brows lowered. “Our wedding anniversary isn’t until next Tuesday.”
He shrugged. “It’s close enough. I wanted to celebrate it with you here.”
“At the high school?”
He chuckled. “No, here. In Carlylse. Home.”
She smiled at his words. “This place hasn’t been home in nearly thirteen years.”
“It’ll always be home. Too much of our lives happened here for it to be anything else.”
She nodded, knowing he was right. Then, he picked up the present and she blushed. “I feel terrible. I didn’t get you anything yet.”
Truth be told, she hadn’t planned on buying him much more than a card. After twenty-five years of marriage, a simple card exchange and dinner out had sort of become their standard routine. There wasn’t too much that either of them really wanted and with two kids in college, spending money on anything frivolous seemed like too much of a waste.
“You give me plenty, Faith,” he said, tapping her nose playfully, and she had to take a quick breath to fight back the tears at his unexpected, sweet comment. She loved her husband and she knew for a fact that he loved her, but neither of them spoke in flowery phrases. Every night of their lives together, they’d kissed good-night and said the words, “love you,” but after awhile, the meaning behind the words was lost in the rote pattern.
Looking down, she carefully opened the beautifully wrapped package. Pulling off the lid and digging into the tissue paper, she was surprised to find a photo album. She started to open the cover, but Troy’s hand covered hers.
“You can only look at the first page,” he said.
She looked up, the question in her eyes, but he didn’t give her time to voice it.
“This is only the first stop in our celebration. One page for each place. I’ll tell you when you can turn the page.”
She looked at him for several moments, trying to assimilate this man and this incredibly romantic gesture with the easygoing guy who’d been leaving wet towels on her bathroom floor year after year.
Opening the photo album to the first page, she saw a picture of her and Troy the night of their senior prom. They hadn’t come to the dance together, but they’d certainly left the gym hand in hand. His original date had come down with the flu, canceling the morning of. She’d come with Travis Scottsdale, her first semi-serious boyfriend and asshole of the century. Ten minutes after arriving at the dance, he told her he wanted to break up with her, leaving her sitting alone while he proceeded to make out in the corner with Amber Cooper.
“Oh my gosh. Look at us. We’re so young.”
“And sweaty,” Troy joked. “We danced our asses off that night.”
“It didn’t help that the AC in the gym didn’t work.” Faith grinned at the memory.
“Must’ve been at least a hundred degrees in there.”
Faith looked back at the photograph. “Where did you get this picture? I’ve never seen it.”
“It was in the pocket of that letter jacket. I can’t remember exactly where I got it. I think Judy Hayes gave it to me a couple weeks after the dance. I’m pretty sure I was supposed to pass it along to you.”
“And obviously you forgot.” Forgetting little things was a special talent of Troy’s. She always had to remind him it was garbage day or to stop on the way home from work to pick up the dry cleaning.
Troy shrugged. “I was a teenage boy falling in love for the first time. Believe me, I was not about to give up that picture. I looked at it all the time.”
This time, she couldn’t hold back the tears his kind words provoked.
“Troy,” she whispered.
He bent forward. “Kiss me,” he murmured. Their lips touched. They’d kissed a million and twelve times in their lives, but this kiss, gentle and sweet and innocent, reminded her of their first. It was in this parking lot after the dance and she could still remember the excitement she felt when Troy Wainwright offered her a ride home. They’d gotten into his car and before he started the engine, he’d turned to her and said the exact same words.
Kiss me.
The request and the action had taken her breath away that night and she was feeling the same lightheadedness now as she had then. As soon as the memory entered her mind, she pulled away with a gasp and looked around. If she wasn’t mistaken, this was very nearly the same parking spot.
“Our first kiss.”
He grinned, pleased she’d remembered. “Yep. Right here. In front of the school.” He turned on the radio and slid in a CD. Pushing Play, he pointed back down to the photo album as the sounds of Fleetwood Mac drifted through the speakers.
For the first time, her gaze traveled from the picture on the left page to a letter protected under the plastic film on the right page. It was written to her in Troy’s handwriting.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Read it.”
Faith,
You and I have known each other nearly our entire lives, traveling the same path through elementary, middle and high school. While we were acquaintances through those early years, I feel like I never really knew you, never saw you until the night of our senior prom.
Betsy Jordan coming down with the flu was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, even though I didn’t realize it at the time. I remember how pissed off I was after her mother called and said she couldn’t go to the dance with me. I almost stayed home that night, but my mom insisted I put the rented tux to use. You know my mom— waste not, want not.
I came late and by the time I got there, that dickhead, Travis had left you sitting all alone. I knew you all had been dating, so I was surprised when I saw him with Amber. I can still remember the look on your face as you watched him dancing with that other girl. You were so pale and yet, so strong. I could see how hard you were fighting not to cry, to hold on to your dignity. It was like a light went on inside me. I’d passed you in the hallways for years and never really looked at you, but that night, you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and I wondered why in the hell I’d never noticed it before.
I was nervous as shit when I walked over to you and asked to sit down. You smiled at me and I felt like somebody had punched me in the gut. Talk about an instant attraction. We talked and laughed and after awhile, we started dancing. The last song of the night was “Landslide” and I took you in my arms and we slow danced while Stevie Nicks sang. After the dance, you said I could drive you home and we had our first kiss in the parking lot. I fell in love with you that night even though I was too stupid at the time to know it. When I dropped you off at your house, I asked if I could call you again and you said yes. I smiled the whole way home, thinking about you.
Even after all this time, I only have to think about you and I smile.
Love, Troy
January 27, 2015
Super Bowl Extravaganza!
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January 25, 2015
Quote of the Day
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” — Henry David Thoreau
January 23, 2015
With a Twist
For fans of the Cocktales series, you can now get books 3 and 4 in a print volume called With a Twist. The first two books are already out in an anthology titled Top Shelf.
Bachelor’s Bait, Book 3
Sophia Kennedy is determined to chase her own success, rather than ride her father’s coattails. She’s devoted herself to Books and Brew, the business she owns with her three best friends. She doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to anyone, least of all the free-aid lawyer who’s determined to judge her as a society princess. She’d ignore him altogether…if it were up to her mind. But nooooo. Her body just has to have its say—and it’s using words like “gorgeous”, “hot” and “sexy”.
Soon, annoyance turns to attraction, verbal sparring to physical satisfaction as the couple is drawn together by a common cause. Marc Garrett has no time for a relationship. And he certainly doesn’t want a rich society fixture, though the damning evidence below his belt suggests otherwise. The more he comes to know his hardworking princess, the more he wants her, again and again. Marc’s falling hard, but after holding Sophie’s wealth against her, how will she react when she learns of his own rather prosperous roots?
Screaming Orgasm Book 4
Jayne Kent has watched her best friends and business partners fall in love while romance continues to pass her by. When Books and Brew regular Elias Clark offers her a Screaming Orgasm, she wishes it was the sexual variety rather than a lousy drink. She’s been lusting after Elias forever and suspects he could bring all her naughty, kinky fantasies to life. Elias has resisted his attraction to Jayne for years, assuming his dominance in the bedroom would send sweet, romantic Jayne running for the hills. Or would it?
Alone in a snowstorm, Elias tests the waters and is blown away by Jayne’s innate submissiveness and eagerness to stretch her boundaries. Ice play? Bondage? Flogging? Bring it on. Soon it’s no longer a question of whether or not Elias should pursue Jayne, even if she’s not sure she’s brave enough to submit to him forever. She’s made for him, and this determined alpha male will stop at nothing until he’s claimed her—completely.
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January 21, 2015
Throwback Thursday
In March, I will have been published for 7 years. That sort of blows my mind. I honestly sat down to write my first book, Erotic Research, as a lark. I was ADDICTED to erotic romance books (I mean I had blown through literally hundreds of books, reading nonstop) and thought…I want to write that. There were a few efforts before Erotic Research, but that was the first one I was brave enough to submit. Ellora’s Cave said no thanks, but Samhain said YES! For my first throwback Thursday (this is totally going to be a thing on my blog for as long as I can remember to do it!), I thought I’d do a little feature on Erotic Research. If you haven’t read it, I hope you’ll check it out. Ross and Julia have always been very special to me and it occurs to me as I look back…my alphas used to be A LOT more alpha.
Blurb:
Passion ignites when fiction becomes reality and a little erotic research turns to love.
It was just a little innocent research…
Romance writer Julia Martin is fine with her life, just the way it is. Her simple apartment, successful career and Thursday-night pizza dates with her too-hot-for-words editor Ross are more than enough for her. At least, that’s what she thinks until her cat dies.
Ross Philips has spent years lusting after his shy best friend, but fears his rather strong sexual desires will be too much for Julia. When she falls into a depression over the death of her cat and stops writing, Ross decides she needs a change.
His suggestion? Try a new genre—erotica. And, of course, being such a good friend and editor, he even plans to help her do a little research.
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, spanking, bondage, graphic language and all sorts of fun stuff.
Excerpt:
A loud knock at the door had her jumping up. Suddenly feeling very isolated and unprotected, she scanned the room for some sort of weapon. Spying a big log in her pile of firewood, she grabbed it, cowering in the corner. The pounding on the door continued, louder this time, and Julia’s heart began to race. Who the hell would be on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere on a day like this? It was a virtual whiteout outside.
“Jules, open the damn door. I’m freezing my ass off out here.”
Ross? She sighed in relief, rushing to unlock the door, and there in the doorway stood her very tall, very wet editor.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, aware her tone was distinctly unfriendly, but he had scared her half to death.
Eyes narrowed, Ross entered the cabin, his arms laden with packages, a large duffel bag thrown over one shoulder, a backpack over the other. “I tried to call, but the phone lines are down,” he answered gruffly.
“My cell?” she asked sarcastically.
“No service up here,” he replied with equal irritation.
“Is something wrong?” She couldn’t imagine what could be so bad it would compel Ross to leave the comfort of his penthouse apartment in New York City to drive for nine hours to the mountains.
“Blizzard.” He unloaded his bags on the kitchen counter. “Headed this way. I was worried you’d be snowed in without enough food.”
Secretly pleased at his incredibly sweet gesture, Julia smiled and helped him unload the soggy paper bags. “You’ve brought enough food for an army.” She gaped at all the meat, vegetables, fruit and snacks he carried in. “I hope you don’t think I need all this to survive. Hey, I didn’t hear a car. How did you get here?”
“By the grace of God and my four-wheel drive. I almost made it all the way to the cabin. The snow is already pretty deep. I got stuck about a mile down the road. Had to walk the rest of the way. Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” Pulling off his drenched coat, he hung it on the peg by the door.
“My God,” she exclaimed, glancing out the frosted window, “it’s freezing out there and the visibility must be zero. You’re lucky to have made it at all. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed.” She put her hands on her hips, suddenly aware of the very real danger he’d just escaped.
“What was I thinking?”
“Yes. Good Lord, Ross, of all the idiotic things to do. What if you’d crashed the car? What if you’d gotten lost in the snow while looking for the cabin? You could have frozen to death.”
Ross shook his head. Clearly, of all the receptions he’d imagined, this nagging scold was not one he’d considered. “I guess, like the idiotic fool I am, I thought you’d be glad to see me. That you’d offer me a warm drink and some supper. I thought you’d be happy not to be stuck up here in this godforsaken cabin alone in a blizzard!”
Biting her lip, she said softly, “Well, I am. Happy, that is. I was feeling rather trapped—and alone.”
As quickly as his anger came, it left him. Smiling, he admitted, “It was a damn stupid thing to do. Unfortunately that fact didn’t occur to me until I was about halfway up the mountain and I realized it was too late to turn around.”
“Let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” she said, suddenly very pleased to have him with her. “I’ll put some water on for tea.”
“Don’t bother with the tea. I brought a bottle of Southern Comfort.” His hands shaking, he attempted, with little success, to tackle the buttons on his soggy flannel shirt. “We are in the South, after all.”
“I’m not sure West Virginia classifies as the South. It’s really sort of the middle. Here, let me.” Pulling his trembling hands away, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off. His skin was like ice to the touch. “You’ll be lucky if you don’t catch pneumonia or frostbite,” she said, unable to resist one more scold. “Come stand by the fire.” Taking his icy hands in hers, she rubbed them lightly. “I’ll get a blanket for you. Stay here and try to get warm.”
Crossing the room, she retrieved a fleece blanket from the foot of the bed as Ross struggled with the button fly on his damp jeans.
“I’ll do that,” she said, concerned for his health. His hands were still trembling and looked blood red and chapped. No doubt he’d lied about how long he’d really been roaming around in the snow and wind.
“Jules,” he started to object, but she was already working the buttons free, concern distracting her from exactly what she was offering to do. When she had the last button unclasped, she grabbed the waistband and started to pull the clinging denim off his legs. The task was harder than she would have thought, but sheer determination and worry kept her going. She struggled for several minutes, working the material down his muscular legs, stopping only to pull off his boots and socks, before finally peeling the jeans completely off.
“There,” she exclaimed, looking up into Ross’s suddenly pained face. Her mouth went dry as she realized that during her exertions she’d knelt in front of him and was now eye level with his barely clad cock straining through the material of his silk boxer shorts. This part of him certainly gave new meaning to the term “frozen stiff”.
“I—” she stumbled, unwilling to take her eyes off his very large appendage. She was sure she’d never seen anything quite so big and her curiosity outweighed her embarrassment.
“My God,” she whispered, awestruck as the monstrous cock seemed to grow even larger before her eyes. Without a thought, she reached up and nearly touched it before a growl above her and a strong hand on her wrist stopped her.
“Brown Eyes,” Ross said, his deep voice flowing over her like honey, “if you don’t move away from that this minute, I’ll keep you kneeling there the rest of the night.”
January 20, 2015
Free Agent
I thought I’d take a few days this week focusing on each of the stories in the Boys of Fall series. My story, Free Agent, is about Tucker, the star high school quarterback, who considered leaving Quinn, Texas making a clean getaway, an escape from a very troubled, violent childhood. The problem with leaving and never looking back was he had to say goodbye to the girl he loved, the one he never forgot. Now Tucker is an NFL star, faced with a hard decision to make. And to add insult to injury, he’s just learned his beloved football coach has suffered a heart attack and needs his help. Tucker knows he has to return home, but in doing so, he’s bound to have some old wounds reopened.
How about a sneak peek?
“I’m afraid I…have…to…” She was searching for an excuse. And doing a terrible job at it.
He smirked. “You still suck at lying, L.B.”
She shot him a dirty look. “Did you ever consider that I don’t want to hang out with you and I’m looking for an acceptable reason, so that I don’t hurt your feelings?”
He shook his head. “Nope. That thought never occurred to me. Because you’re dying to go for a ride.”
She rolled her eyes and started to walk away from him. “You cocky son of a b—”
Tucker had no idea what prompted his next move. Maybe it was because she was trying to get away. Or the adorable exasperation on her face. Or that damn smell that had his cock going hard in an instant.
Whatever it was, it had his hands on her upper arms, twisting her around to him, cutting off her words with hard, hungry lips.
Lela was motionless for several seconds. Tucker used her shock against her as he deepened the kiss. Her mouth had been open and he’d taken advantage of that fact, pressing his tongue against hers.
When she did move, Tucker tightened his grip and planted his feet to prepare, ready to halt her flight. But she didn’t shove him away. Didn’t turn her face away from his, didn’t slap him for his forwardness.
Instead, she responded. Her lips softened and her tongue met his.
It was her turn to claim the advantage. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Tucker released her arms, his hands dropping to her waist. He needed to touch her skin. He hadn’t lived like a monk, hadn’t resisted the perks associated with being a star quarterback. It wasn’t unusual for beautiful women to invite him to their beds and he’d taken more than a few of them up on the offer.
He’d ventured into sex clubs and given in to dominant urges he’d never shown Lela when they’d been younger. He’d tied women up, down and sideways, but nothing, not one damn kinky, hot, sex-filled night, had turned him on more than this relatively simple kiss from Lela.
His hands drifted under her shirt. She shivered slightly when his fingers grazed her soft skin, despite the scorching heat.
Lela ran her hands through his hair before she closed her fingers in the strands, tugging it harder, using her grip to increase the pressure of the kiss.
Tucker didn’t try to escape, didn’t acknowledge the prickling pain in his scalp. There was a new roughness, an impassioned hunger to Lela’s response. It spoke to Tucker’s own needs.
With his hands on her hips, he twisted them, lightly pushing her back against the side of the car, stepping closer. He pressed his cock against her, letting her feel how hard he was, how much he wanted her. She whimpered, but didn’t seek to break the union of their mouths.
Tucker was vaguely aware of their surroundings. They were in the front yard of a fairly busy ranch. Anyone and everyone could be watching them, but Tucker couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit.
Besides, Lela was too pragmatic. Common sense was going to raise its ugly head soon enough and she’d definitely shove him away. Until then he had to make sure to leave a lasting impression. Take care to ensure this encounter wasn’t something she’d soon forget.
His hands still lingered beneath her shirt. Lifting them, he wasted no time cupping her full breasts. He squeezed the flesh firmly, loving the way Lela moved toward the touch, encouraging him to continue.
They’d been virgins the first time they’d come together. Tucker had been so much bigger than her and he’d been terrified of hurting her. That fear had never left his young man’s heart, so their sexual history had been steeped in gentleness and slow, easy lovemaking.
This older version of Lela was stronger, self-confident, sexy. Tucker couldn’t offer her softness if his life depended on it. Instead, he felt the intense need to conquer. To prove to her she wasn’t the only one who’d changed. To take her in all the ways he’d dreamed of on those lonely nights when he gave in and let himself fantasize about her.
She’d been the face he’d seen every time he’d closed his eyes, wrapped his hand around his cock and brought himself to climax. He’d envisioned her on her knees before him, her hands tied behind her back, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not. She’d open her mouth upon his command and…
Tucker forced the sexy thoughts from his head before he really did do something neither of them was ready for.
