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Hot New Steamy Small-Town Mystery Series!
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I'm about to start writing book two and I've been tying myself up in knots worrying you're going to hate this new series.
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“In one slick move, he shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs me so we’re in front of the cabinet.
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
“In a moment of sheer recklessness, I melt against him and let him do what I wanted him to the second I saw him fresh out of the shower.
The beer bottle slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses his mouth against mine.
His whiskers rough against my skin, his hands around my waist, pleasure rushes around my body as he pushes me against the counter.
Our tongues dance together until I’m moaning and running my hands through his still damp hair.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged. “I can’t be doing this,” he says.
Since that’s pretty much what I was thinking I find myself agreeing. “It’s a bad idea.”
His breathing is rapid as his hands trail down until they’re resting on my ass. He stares at me, unmoving, as if he can’t decide whether to stay or to go.
With my pulse speeding and my body starting to tremble with need, I trail my hands down his muscled arms.
He feels so good, so strong, and I’m enjoying it way too much to stop at one kiss. “You aren’t moving,” I whisper.
A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Neither are you.”
We stare at each other, electricity surging between us until I stop caring about whether this is a bad idea.
He runs his hand up my spine, sending shivers through my body. His voice comes out rough as he pulls me closer. “A bad, bad, idea,” he says.
But when he kisses me again, and my skin ignites, my body seems to decide this is a very, very good idea.”
― One Wild Weekend with Xavier
The beer bottle slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses his mouth against mine.
His whiskers rough against my skin, his hands around my waist, pleasure rushes around my body as he pushes me against the counter.
Our tongues dance together until I’m moaning and running my hands through his still damp hair.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged. “I can’t be doing this,” he says.
Since that’s pretty much what I was thinking I find myself agreeing. “It’s a bad idea.”
His breathing is rapid as his hands trail down until they’re resting on my ass. He stares at me, unmoving, as if he can’t decide whether to stay or to go.
With my pulse speeding and my body starting to tremble with need, I trail my hands down his muscled arms.
He feels so good, so strong, and I’m enjoying it way too much to stop at one kiss. “You aren’t moving,” I whisper.
A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Neither are you.”
We stare at each other, electricity surging between us until I stop caring about whether this is a bad idea.
He runs his hand up my spine, sending shivers through my body. His voice comes out rough as he pulls me closer. “A bad, bad, idea,” he says.
But when he kisses me again, and my skin ignites, my body seems to decide this is a very, very good idea.”
― One Wild Weekend with Xavier
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“In a moment of sheer recklessness, I melt against him and let him do what I wanted him to the second I saw him fresh out of the shower.
The beer bottle slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses his mouth against mine.
His whiskers rough against my skin, his hands around my waist, pleasure rushes around my body as he pushes me against the counter.
Our tongues dance together until I’m moaning and running my hands through his still damp hair.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged. “I can’t be doing this,” he says.
Since that’s pretty much what I was thinking I find myself agreeing. “It’s a bad idea.”
His breathing is rapid as his hands trail down until they’re resting on my ass. He stares at me, unmoving, as if he can’t decide whether to stay or to go.
With my pulse speeding and my body starting to tremble with need, I trail my hands down his muscled arms.
He feels so good, so strong, and I’m enjoying it way too much to stop at one kiss. “You aren’t moving,” I whisper.
A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Neither are you.”
We stare at each other, electricity surging between us until I stop caring about whether this is a bad idea.
He runs his hand up my spine, sending shivers through my body. His voice comes out rough as he pulls me closer. “A bad, bad, idea,” he says.
But when he kisses me again, and my skin ignites, my body seems to decide this is a very, very good idea.”
― One Wild Weekend with Xavier
The beer bottle slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care as he presses his mouth against mine.
His whiskers rough against my skin, his hands around my waist, pleasure rushes around my body as he pushes me against the counter.
Our tongues dance together until I’m moaning and running my hands through his still damp hair.
He pulls back, his breathing ragged. “I can’t be doing this,” he says.
Since that’s pretty much what I was thinking I find myself agreeing. “It’s a bad idea.”
His breathing is rapid as his hands trail down until they’re resting on my ass. He stares at me, unmoving, as if he can’t decide whether to stay or to go.
With my pulse speeding and my body starting to tremble with need, I trail my hands down his muscled arms.
He feels so good, so strong, and I’m enjoying it way too much to stop at one kiss. “You aren’t moving,” I whisper.
A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Neither are you.”
We stare at each other, electricity surging between us until I stop caring about whether this is a bad idea.
He runs his hand up my spine, sending shivers through my body. His voice comes out rough as he pulls me closer. “A bad, bad, idea,” he says.
But when he kisses me again, and my skin ignites, my body seems to decide this is a very, very good idea.”
― One Wild Weekend with Xavier
“I don’t play games to get women naked.”
My heart thumps harder in my chest. I take a breath. “What do you do to get them naked?”
He stares at me so long; I forget to draw breath. Everything grows fuzzy as the room blurs until I can’t see anything but his face.
With an animalistic growl, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me so hard the floor shifts underneath me.
I moan softly as his hands travel up my back until he’s gripping the back of my head.
Bliss surges through my body as I slide my hands over his muscled arms, and feel his skin rise at my touch.
He shifts his weight and pulls back, looking flustered as he stares at me. “I shouldn’t have done that. Sorry,” he says.
But I’m not. I’m not sorry at all. When he moves, I grip his shoulders so he can’t move. “If you hadn’t done it, I would have,” I whisper.
My stomach flutters as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me. “Do it again.”
There may be hell to pay if we get caught, but if he keeps kissing me like I’m his, I really don’t give a damn.
Just for the weekend, I can be someone else. Someone without a care. Someone who lives in the moment and forgets about all the work waiting for me.
Inside this cabin, in this beautiful place, with a man who sets my skin aflame, I can be as raw and as honest as I want.”
― One Wild Weekend with Tyler
My heart thumps harder in my chest. I take a breath. “What do you do to get them naked?”
He stares at me so long; I forget to draw breath. Everything grows fuzzy as the room blurs until I can’t see anything but his face.
With an animalistic growl, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me so hard the floor shifts underneath me.
I moan softly as his hands travel up my back until he’s gripping the back of my head.
Bliss surges through my body as I slide my hands over his muscled arms, and feel his skin rise at my touch.
He shifts his weight and pulls back, looking flustered as he stares at me. “I shouldn’t have done that. Sorry,” he says.
But I’m not. I’m not sorry at all. When he moves, I grip his shoulders so he can’t move. “If you hadn’t done it, I would have,” I whisper.
My stomach flutters as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him towards me. “Do it again.”
There may be hell to pay if we get caught, but if he keeps kissing me like I’m his, I really don’t give a damn.
Just for the weekend, I can be someone else. Someone without a care. Someone who lives in the moment and forgets about all the work waiting for me.
Inside this cabin, in this beautiful place, with a man who sets my skin aflame, I can be as raw and as honest as I want.”
― One Wild Weekend with Tyler
“In one slick move, he shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs me so we’re in front of the cabinet.
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
His hand slides around the back of my neck, and before I can panic, he kisses me hard.
Momentarily caught off guard, I just throw my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
His kiss deepens until our tongues are twisting together, and I’m reminded of just how great a kisser he is.
The lights flicker on, and Grayson pulls away from me with a grunt. I’m so flustered, it takes me a few seconds to collect myself enough to see a man wearing a suit and a hotel name badge eyeing us.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cole, I’m afraid this office is off-limits for guests,” he says.
I glance at Grayson and have to stop myself from laughing at the shade of my lipstick he’s now wearing.
Grayson doesn’t miss a beat; he just grabs my hand and tugs me across the room.
“I won’t mention this if you don’t,” he says as we pass by the hotel porter.
I try for a sheepish smile as we walk past him. “Sorry,” I mouth.
As we make it out to the hallway, a half-smothered giggle escapes before I can stop it. “You should probably go to the men’s room before you go back to the party.”
A smile creases his lipstick-smeared mouth before he swipes his hand over it. “Yeah. This isn’t really my shade.”
I
snort a laugh and try to laugh off the kiss. But as I head back to the party, I’m well aware that kiss has only stirred a desire for another one.
Not only that but as I pull my mirror out to check my own face, I realize something I didn’t in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing fake about that kiss.”
― Bad Boyfriend
