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A little Extra boost

You guys know I’m always trying to find a way to balance it all. Well, a friend of mine has started a business with all natural ingredients to give you a little boost. From gels to tame your stretch mark to supplements that provide you with your daily serving of fruits, which is what I tried. Greens was amazing. I took I for three days, got the boost I needed with no crash, and my fruit serving in one swoop. The best part.. the taste! I have a veggie supplement and we’ll just say… it sure doesn’t take like berries. * laughs. If you’re interested, you can browse this website, and contact her here.

I love to try new products, so you’ll be seeing mini reviews sneak in from time to time… it gives me a reason to make purchaes. * winks shhh, don’t tell the Mr.

Mid-week Inspiration… Today I challenge you

Today I come to you in the middle of the week, with a challenge. I know it’s different, but it hit me like lighting this morning, and I haven’t been able to shake the idea since. We all know what a photo bomb is right? When someone cruises into the camera frame, sneaking into your picture at the very last minute. Well today I did a compliment bomb? What’s that? Something I made up. * laughs. You think of something you admire about a loved one, or a wonderful memory, and share it. That text , or phone call will not only brighten their day, but yours as well. I’m still surfing the good vibe waves from Gishwhes, and I want to keep it going. Life’s too short for anything else, really. So … who are you going to contact today?

Shy

Doris O’connor tells us all about Man-Droid The Orgasmatron

Thanks so much for having me back here today, Shyla 

August has been an incredibly busy month for me so far. Hubby and I celebrated our 24th Wedding anniversary last week, two of the kids had birthdays and I have three releases! Yes, I know, greedy and rather like the buses, lol. I’m not quite sure how they all bunched together, to be honest. My muse goes crazy and I have little choice but to follow and write. The results are Two Anthologies, 7 Sinful Secrets and HIS, and my very first foray into Sci-Fi, which I am incredibly excited about.

Like so many of my stories these days, Man-Droid The Orgasmatron started off as a flash, sparked by a picture. In this case it was a picture of a Barbie doll, blindfolded with her hands tied. It tickled my funny bone, because I used to do that to my dolls when I was growing up.

Anyhoo, this phrase popped into my head.

“That was the Barbie model. Kinky Ken is much improved and very popular.”

And just like that an idea was born. Imagine it… what would happen if you fell in love with your sex android?

Such is my heroine Beth’s dilemma. Add to that a Man-Droid with an emotion chip, who always wanted to be human, and things get interesting…

I leave you with the blurb and a hot little excerpt.

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, light bondage, spanking, HEA]

The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.

It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot’s charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.

Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner’s every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.

Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…

Adult Excerpt:

“Elliot?” Beth’s hesitant voice warned him that he was losing her, and he nipped the inside of her thigh. Her thigh muscles relaxed, and she drew in a sharp breath. He smiled against her soft skin and licked a path toward her sodden core. She squirmed when he blew against her clit, and lifted her hips toward him in a silent plea. Her scent called him, and he inhaled against her still-covered mound. Taking the wet material between his teeth, he pulled her thong down and out of the way. She moaned when he straightened up briefly to enable him to pull the scrap of material down her long legs. She helped him by lifting her hips out the way, and her eyes went wide when he held the thong up to his nose and inhaled.

“Give me your hands, Beth,” he said. He pitched his voice as low as he could, and she offered him her wrists without a moment’s hesitation. Only the rapid rise and fall of her ample breasts gave her apprehension away. He tied her wrists together with the thong and pushed her arms above her head, so that she lay before him like a smorgasbord for him to feast on.

“Keep your arms like that and do not lower them.” One hand on her abdomen, he waited for her reaction, and when she nodded once, he smiled.

“Good girl.”

Heat rose in her cheeks, and she looked as though she was going to argue with him, but then thought better of it when he raised his eyebrow and simply stared at her. He hid his smile at the contradiction in terms that was his Beth. Fiercely independent, she nonetheless wanted to be dominated, but only on her terms. The losers she had called her boyfriends in the past hadn’t even managed to give her that. He was here to prove to her that freedom lay in true submission—not the kind micromanaged by her—the kind freely given that gave him control over her body.

“I intend to make you fly, sweet Beth. But it’s up to you. Do as you’re told, and you will. Try to push me and I will leave you hanging. That sweet pussy is mine to do with as I see fit. Are we clear?”

Every muscle in his body tensed waiting for her answer, but it was the ache in his chest that was the hardest to deal with, as his newly formed synapses forced him to act on his feelings. Her answer mattered far more than it ought to. This wasn’t just another program he ran through. It meant too much to him. He needed her submission, to hear her say the words. Words that had never meant anything to him before.

“Yes…I understand…Sir.”

The whispered words echoed in his soul, or at least the place where his soul would be if he had one, and he gave himself a mental high five. It was an odd process this. His logical side analyzing and learning from his emotions, at the same time as his body screamed his needs at him. His cock was so hard he was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to deflate.

He smiled and slowly peeled her top up to reveal her gorgeous tits. Her breath hitched when he greeted the heavy mounds with reverent kisses. Her already hard little nipples firmed even more, and he took one between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, whilst suckling the other one into his mouth.

Beth’s keening response was music to his ears, and he sucked harder before releasing her nipple with a nip of his teeth. Shiny and wet from his mouth, it stood to attention, much darker than the rosy hue of its surrounding areola. He gave the other nipple the same attention and then pushed her breasts together to alternate between them until she writhed underneath him, whimpering his name.

“One day soon I’ll fuck these tits, but for now…” he scooted lower, kissing a path down her sweat-slicked skin. Elliot savored the taste of her, the sweet musk of her arousal guiding him down to her moist folds. He licked her slit in one long, slow exploration of her, and used his fingers to part her labia. Like the delicate petals of a flower she opened to him, and he couldn’t suppress his groan of delight when her cream flowed freely onto his waiting tongue. He curled two fingers up and inside her tight channel, exerting pressure on the spongy side of her walls. Her cunt clamped around his digits, and Beth’s now incoherent moans told him how close she was. He massaged her sweet spot whilst murmuring encouragements into her swollen folds. Her clit swelled and extended in front of his eyes, and he nibbled the sensitive bud. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place, and she ground her pussy against his face. He stepped up his assault on her tender flesh, his fingers fucking her in earnest, until she tensed and screamed.

Beth’s release shook her body, and Elliot lapped up the elixir her body gushed like a man dying of thirst.

“That’s my Beth. Come for me,” he growled. “Again, and again, and again.”

This releases August 21st and is available for pre-order now.

http://www.bookstrand.com/man-droid-the-orgasmatron

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Mid-wweek Inspiration : Random Acts of Kindness

“I used Grammarly to grammar check this post, because without it, my sleep deprived brain pre coffee needs the boost. * huddles around a coffee pot.

We’re at one of my favorite days. Mid-week Inspiration! Random Acts of Kindness

Today I want to talk about Random Acts of Kindness. Right now I’m participating in a crazy, scavenger hunt to benefit an incredible foundation of the same name. It’s called Gishwhes. Have you ever heard of it? No? Well, I and fourteen other teammates have a week to complete as many tasks on a list to the best of our ability. They range from the funny to the serious, and touching. As I work through this list, meet new people, and explain what I’m doing to others, I feel a part of something bigger than myself. It’s been inspiring, and eye opening.

As a writer, I think stepping outside of your everyday life and viewing things going on around you is essential. Nothing kills creativity as much as routine. I refer to it as putting quarters in the creative machine. You have to pay to play.

When’s the last time you felt a part of something bigger? Is it time you perform a random act of kindness?

Georgia Fox and Seven Bastards sons have come to visit!

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The seven bastard sons of Guillaume d’Anzeray are on a mission to find wives — women to breed the next generation of a dark dynasty that many wish to see extinct.

It won’t be easy to find brides from among the powerful Norman nobility, for the d’Anzeray are upstarts, men of war, their family’s fortunes raised through bloodshed and violence. As one holy man and chronicler of their times has written, “From the devil they came and to the devil they will return”.

But these brothers don’t care much for holy men or for what is written about them. Now, with the future of their bloodline at stake these mercenary warriors need wives and they have no scruples when it comes to claiming the women they desire. Nothing and no one stands in their way. Not even a few difficult, quarrelsome wenches who think they can resist capture once these powerful hunters have them in their sights.

It’s a good thing the d’Anzeray don’t mind sharing the spoils of victory with their brothers. It just might take all seven of them to bring this harem to submission.

Excerpt (18+)

Raul knew his brothers were observing his slave with curiosity and lust. Since they all had similar tastes in women it was not unusual for conquests to be shared amongst them, and he knew his brothers would not hurt her. On the contrary. The d’Anzeray were skilled lovers taught by the best whores in France —wenches hired for them by their father as soon as they turned sixteen. Guillaume believed a man should be well-rounded in his abilities, skilled in the bedchamber as he was on the battleground. “Countries,” he would say to his sons, “cannot be fully conquered until you win over the women too.” That, he believed, was the key to a thorough and complete victory over the enemy. Women were not equal to men, of course, but a necessary evil. So his sons were well tutored in the arts of a lover. Sex, for them, was a competitive sport.

Raul knew his little slave girl would not be left unsated tonight.

Trouble was, he didn’t know if he wanted to share this one.

She was different.

A hollow ache had begun somewhere in his chest, but since it was so strange and uncomfortable, he ignored it as best he could. He suspected it would only weaken him in the eyes of his brothers if he insisted on keeping her to himself. And really he should not mind the sharing. It had been done many times, and no one came away unsatisfied.

He stroked two fingers over her cunny and felt her desire. For him or for his brothers? Or for all of them? His cock hardened and lifted in his chausses.

“Kiss me, slave,” he demanded suddenly, needing her mouth on his. Just the two of them while they still could.

Princesa leaned over and did as he asked, her lips soft, almost timid. His other hand swept up to hold the back of her head while he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers, tasting the wine she’d drunk.

Around the table his brothers continued watching and their envy was palpable. It made his cock swell further.

“Is she wet, brother?” Dominigo wanted to know, his voice low, rasping.

He made them wait while he finished the kiss and then he replied. “Oh, yes.” Raul wriggled a finger inside her pussy and kissed her again. She made a small mewling sound and when she squeezed her thighs together he feared she might take off his finger. Gently he whispered against her cheek, “Well, Princesa? Would you like to be serviced by the d’Anzeray studs? As you hear, they are eager for you, my beautiful slave girl. We like to share. This is how things are.”

“If I say no?” she murmured, her breath soft on his temple.

“Then you and I will be alone tonight. I would not permit them unless you agree.”

She nodded. He played with the little hidden pearl within her, and she caught her breath.

“But they will be insulted if I decline, I suppose,” she added, her words punctuated by sharp little gasps.

Raul replied wryly, “Undoubtedly.” Not that they didn’t have plenty of other women about the place, but his brothers might well feel aggrieved if he did not share this Pristino Belleza and they would tease him about it later. Any brother suspected of being enthralled by one woman was always tormented unmercifully until the fever passed. Which it always did, sooner or later.

This woman, he reminded himself harshly, was not his anyway. She belonged to the Comte de Tourlaville. As soon as he got her to Canterbury he would turn her over for the reward. He could not be distracted by the strange emotions she stirred within him. A man should always take care of his cock but never be led by it.

“Turn then, and show them your pretty cunny.” Raul moved her around on his lap and bundled her skirt higher to let his brothers view for themselves how wet she was.

“Golden curls just like those upon her head,” observed Dominigo.

“Like little rays of sunshine,” added Sebastien with a grin.

“Move your fingers, Raul so we can see how damp she is.”

His slave parted her legs wider without being asked. Although her face was pink, he heard her breathing change to an excitable purr, felt her bottom squirming against his leather clad thigh as she tried to quell her desires. No doubt she’d been told it was sinful to want a good fucking. That was how women were raised, and she wasn’t old enough yet to know differently, nor had the Comte made it very enjoyable for her, it seemed. Such a waste!

“Christ, I’d love a quick sup at that,” murmured Alonso. “I’m hungry as a horse over here.” He grinned. “Hung like one too, Princesa.”

The brothers laughed.

“Don’t spend in your chausses, Lon.”

“But look at her. Damn it. He’s teasing us with his pretty wench. I could have sworn her cunny just winked at me.”

Raul looked over at Salvador who was wiping his lips and staring hard at Princesa’s sex. He knew he couldn’t hold his brothers off for much longer and yes, Alonso was right; he was teasing them deliberately, showing off. It really wasn’t fair to keep her all to himself.

Keep up with the series at http://www.twistederoticapublishing.com/p/georgia-fox.html

Mid-week Inspiration : Find Your Joy

I just wanted to thank all my lovely readers have stuck by me. It’s been some time since I started Mid-week Inspiration, and I still very much enjoy it. I hope the same is true for my readers. * smiles. Today I want to talk about finding your joy.

In this day and age it’s all to easy to get caught up in what we need to do. Work, cleaning the house, cooking, doing the laundry, grocery shopping. Etc. The list at times seems never ending and the daily drudgery is quick to extinguish that inner light and wonderment that’s always front and center in our youth. But starts to drift away like an unanchored boat the older we get and the more responsibility we gain.

I’m one of those people who are always pushing themselves. It’s engrained, one of those qualities that’s a blessing at some points and a curse at others. The past month I found myself really missing my joy. Life seemed like a tawdry list of activities I needed to check off a list. Wake, make breakfast, dress kids, do crafts, make lunch, teach lessons, squeeze in another chapter. Trust me, all work and no play was making Ms. Colt a very dull girl. I didn’t like it. * frowns ferociously. It wasn’t who I wanted to be and I had to step back, and say how can I fix this. The answer was simple. Commit to fun. It sounds silly and easy right? Wrong. I literally had to force myself to slow down, accept that I was one person, and beat back that Mom guilt that comes with doing things for me.

I have two kids under 4 and a husband in the military, I’m use to sacrifice… too used to I think. Last month started a journey back to my happy place. More reading, more Pilates, longer walks, and revisiting old favorites, books and shows. I’m a better person. Still a work in progress, mind you, but so much more balanced. I think that’s the key to happiness in life.

Has there ever been a time when you lost your joy? How did you get back to where you wanted be?

Mid-week inspiration Come Gishwhes with me!

Greetings everyone! *Waves. Today was long, I mean. Just put up groceries twenty minutes ago before I sat down to write this long. When you go into Walmart and the sun is up and come down to bitch black for your grocery shopping it’s crazy. * laughs. I have to say it was a lot less crowded… I may be on to something.

Today I signed up to do something really amazing , exciting, and I wanted to share! It’s an international Scavenger hunt where all proceeds go to Random Acts. It’s called Gishwishes. I know you’re thinking Ms. Colt Gish-what? What in the hell are you talking about lady. Trust me. It’s awesome! You gather together on a team and perform the most insane, kindest, artsy,tasks to gain points. The team with the highest score at the end gets flown to a private Island to hang out with MIsha aka Castiel from Supernatural .

I couldn’t help but want to get involved with an organization with this motto : Random Acts is a non-profit organization that’s aiming to conquer the world, one random act of kindness at a time. We’re dedicated to funding and inspiring acts of kindness around the world.

Registration is open for the next two weeks and I urge you to join. Come be on my team! The bestie and I are listed as SingerColt, and we’d love to have you aboard.

GISHWHES

Doris O’Connor talks about her latest… project * winks

Hello everyone, and thanks to Shyla for letting me wax lyrically on her blog for her paranormal month. I can vividly recall the first time I was seduced by the paranormal. It was one of those old black and white Dracula movies. They used to be on the telly quite regularly when I was growing up in Germany. My gran shared my secret obsession, so we used to watch them together. I think she had a bit of a thing for Christopher Lee. Now, I was too young to appreciate him, lol, but I loved the whole feel of those old movies. That sense of danger, the allure, the attraction, the way the hapless heroine could never help her often fatal attraction to the tall, dark, and dangerous creature, be that a vampire or a werewolf.

I know my love of all things that goes bump in the night started all those years ago, watching the flickering screen with my gran, and I shall be forever grateful to her for introducing me to those dark delights.

Of course nowadays our vampires and shifters tend to be a tad more attractive and honourable than the old creatures that sprouted fur and bayed at the moon. The shifters in my stories are not tied to the cycles of the moon, and they shift at will, but there is one thing they are bound by—the mating bond. Whilst they usually prove irresistible to the other sex, and freely exploit that undeniable je ne sais quoi, when they scent their mate, there is only one thing they can do.

Seek and conquer, seduce, and be seduced right back.

That is exactly what happens in my story, The Orgasm Project.

Carter and Jake have a well-deserved womanising reputation, so when they tell their sister that her best friend is their mate, she does not believe them. In fact she tries everything possible to keep them apart, until Anastasia confesses her inability to orgasm. This will not do, of course, and who better to help than her brothers?

Well…

*sniggers*

I had great fun writing this story, and creating this particular world. Thanks again for letting me share today, Shyla.

Blurb:

What’s a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?

Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?

Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.

Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?

Excerpt:

“What if I don’t want to go home with you?”

She opened her eyes to find Jake smiling down at her. Carter’s gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in stunned fascination.

“What are you?” The question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned at her stupidity.

“You know what we are.” Jake said, his hot breath a whisper’s breadth away from her neck as he sniffed her again. “Look into yourself and tell me that you don’t feel this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your sweet scent. You’re wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and that’s not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you, have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months ago.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Anastasia shook her head and pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She put up no resistance to Jake’s questing digits trailing up her inner thigh. Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria’s insistence, his hand inched ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.

If she thought he smelled good, then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin, and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.

He added another finger and then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue’s thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent demands of her body. Her hands fisted in his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.

The car lurched round a corner and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her body backwards. Carter’s strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.

“My turn to taste her, brother.” The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake’s kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter’s head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.

Unlike the weak orgasms she had managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake’s hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.

Jake finally broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.

“All ours,” the men grumbled in unison.

Buy Links:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-orgasm-project-by-doris-oconnor/

The Orgasm Project (Romance on the Go)

Mid-week Inspiration Oh’ the Places You’ll Go

Today during one of my walks with the kiddos. we ducked into a Hallmark and I found myself inspired. I know I’ve said many times I find inspiration everywhere but there are times that stick out in my mind. This is one of them. I love the soty Oh the places you’ll go, and to me it should be about life, not just graduating. Because really who knows what adventures we’ll have on the path of life! I’m a late bloomer , so for me coming in to my own happened way after high school. Which, in my very imaginative head, set the tone for my life post twenties.

Latley I’ve been suffering from a small case of writing doldrums. I jammed out 40k on a piece and since I’ve been puddle hopping. Small bursts here and there that left me a bit… bummed. This journal spoke to me. My muse whispered wonderful things in my ears that must be written on these pages. I think we should hold dear to the things that resonate with us. Clutch them tight. I have books , movies, and songs that will forever mean something to me. What affects you this way?

Tina Gayle and the healing magic of love

I think the healing power after a painful loss is a special brand of magic. While not Supernatural it can be miraculous. That’s the brand of magic Ms. Gayle is offering us in the CFO’s Affair

Blurb –

Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman. Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.

Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.

Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?

Excerpt

The door clicked open.

Wrapping his hand around the handle to keep from reaching for her, Vince Wilshire shoved the door open. “Are you ready for this?”

Her face mere inches from his, he noticed a brief flash of panic in her eyes before Sylvia Donovan lifted her chin and stepped through the entrance. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Or probably won’t see again.”

He understood she meant the task of doing a job, but for some reason his brain registered the sexual implications of the comment. “Oh, man, you’re brutal. Some things you know get better with age.”

Matching his steps to hers, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned in close. He whispered beside her ear, “It’s all a matter of knowing how to use what you’ve got.”

She shrugged and shifted away from him, eyeing him with a raised brow. “Yes and some people are amateurs, Mr. Wilshire. You, I take it, are an old pro who knows how to wield your sword with the best of them.”

Laughter bubbled up into his throat. He marveled at her sassy tone and didn’t relinquish his grip. “I must admit I’m very good at a few chosen tasks.”

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