Snippet Saturday ~ Action
Welcome to another Snippet Saturday! Today's theme is Action. Please check out the excerpt from my book Negligee Behavior, and then skip around to the blogs listed below.
When lingerie heiress Brandy Summer gets cold feet and runs out on her Vegas wedding, she has nowhere to turn—so she hijacks a hunky biker waiting for a red light and begs him for help. What she doesn't know is that her instincts are right: the groom has a hidden agenda. He needs her money to pay off his gambling debts and she's his ticket to the good life.
Marco Vargas isn't sure what he's getting himself into when he rescues Brandy, but figures he'll do the chivalrous thing. He offers her a job in his bar and the chance to sort out her feelings. But it seems that keeping Brandy hidden is easier than keeping his hands off her—and what will happen when Brandy discovers that Marco has secrets of his own?
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EXCERPT
Marco gritted his teeth and shook his head. How did he let it get to this point? How the hell did he end up hiding in a hotel room closet with a choir teacher?
She took a hurried step backward when someone passed by their hiding spot. His hands automatically reached out to steady her and landed on a pair of soft curvy hips.
Well, look at that. Maybe the choir teacher was hiding something under the drab clothing.
His blood pounded a little faster and he took a deep breath in. The smell of apples assailed him again, and this time it didn't seem quite as weird.
Without thinking, he moved his hands down her hips and was rewarded with a stinging slap across his knuckles.
She tensed, as if worried the swat had been too loud. But after a moment the sounds of two people speaking quietly in the room were clearly heard.
Hmm. Gordon obviously wasn't alone. Had Brandy figured it out yet?
"I'm just going to shower," a man's voice said.
He heard Brandy's nearly silent gasp as she shifted forward, trying to peek through the edge of the closet door. Ah shit, this couldn't be good.
The bathroom door closed, followed by the sound of the shower running.
"Don't forget, darlin'—I charge by the hour."
Marco leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Do you have your purse?"
He felt her nod. The curls on her head tickled his chin.
"Do you want to stay and talk with Gordon?"
"What do you think?" Her tone turned waspish.
"Okay, we're going to have to make a run for it. Listen carefully." He kept his voice encouraging. "I want you to open the closet and head straight out of the room. Got it? Don't look back and don't stop to talk to whoever else is out there."
Again she nodded.
"Okay." He took a deep breath, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. "Now!"
She pulled open the door and leaped out. There was a surprised gasp from the person sitting in the room. Brandy stood stock-still in front of the closet, staring in disbelief at the woman on the bed, obviously ignoring his advice to just run and not look. He stole a quick look at the naked woman on the bed—fried blond hair and perky boobs—eyeing Brandy with open curiosity.
Damn it. He needed to get Brandy out before the shit really hit the fan.
"Nobody said anything about doing a group thing." The woman on the bed transferred her attention to Marco, her slow smile showing off some seriously screwed up teeth. "But I'm not complaining."
"A group thing?" Brandy sputtered glaring at the naked woman on the bed. "You—you—you—"
Marco swore and grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the door. She followed, but her eyes never left the other woman.
The bathroom door swung open just as Marco closed the hotel room door after them. He was nearly dragging her by the time he pushed the button for the elevator. The doors opened and he pushed her in, just as footsteps sounded running down the hall.
"Love muffin!" A man yelled. "It's not what it looks like."
Marco hurried into the elevator before he could get a peek at the now infamous Gordon. The doors slid shut and a second later they could hear him pounding on the elevator and screaming her name. Well, not her name, but his choice endearment, love muffin.
Brandy leaned back against the wall in the elevator, her eyes closed.
"Are you all right?" Marco watched her, his body buzzing like he'd had too much caffeine. But it wasn't caffeine that had him on edge. It was the anticipation of her reaction. She was a time bomb that could go off at any moment.
God, please don't let her have a breakdown. He was really, really bad at comforting weepy women.
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