Amorous Overnight NEW Excerpt!

I've had an unedited excerpt up on my website for a while, but here's another one, along with my unofficial blurb, for those of you who JUST. CAN'T. WAIT.  I'm going to keep the excerpts I post here relatively clean so that Blogger doesn't disappear me for adult content. I'll post a naughtier excerpt on my website in a week or so. :)






Amorous Overnight



Unofficial blurb:


After four months of orbiting Earth in a spaceship bursting with sex-starved aliens, nurse Shelley Bonham will do just about anything to get off. The ship, that is—the Garathani are preparing to deliver the first load of female mating recruits to their home world and nothing could induce her to go along.



Not that the aliens aren’t hot enough to put her hormones on red alert. In fact, the more time she spends with the Garathani leader and his personal guard Hastion, the more she wants them. Knowing what Cecine and Hastion are doing to each other when nobody's looking only makes it harder to keep her hands to herself.



But she’s already been betrayed by one alien, namely her dead douchebag of a husband. Can she trust her future—and her children—to another?




Unedited Excerpt:



Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw movement and turned her head just in time to watch
the minister’s ginger-furred chest and incredible washboard abs disappear under
the silky white short-sleeved shirt he was pulling over his head. Down below, a
pair of pearl-gray pants rode low on his narrow hips and his elegant feet were
bare.



A lust-bomb
detonated in her belly, sucking away her breath as it shot white-hot sparkles
all over her body. Damnation, how could he possibly be sixty years old?
Admittedly that was like thirty-five in human years, but still…holy shit. His
body could have dominated any of the eye candy websites she and all her coworkers
had drooled over every morning before their shifts. When she saw him earlier,
fresh from his workout and almost naked, her mind had emptied of everything
except the desire to lick off a bead of sweat rolling down those abs.



“You
wished to see me, Ms. Bonham,” he said as he reached up to pull his hair out of
the back of his collar. It was wavy, as if it had been braided, and the ends
were a darker red. Had she gotten him out of the shower?



God, she
could see him there now, soaping himself sensuously while water poured down his
hard, naked body…



She
blinked. “Uh…yes, I—”



“Please,
be seated.” He gestured at the long couch against the wall.



“Thank
you.” Totally disconcerted, she sat at one end, perching on the edge of the
seat so her feet still touched the floor.



The
minister smiled as he sat down in the other corner, leaving a good five feet
between them. Half facing her, he leaned back with his legs crossed and his
left arm stretched out along the back of the couch. The pose made the leg of his
pants ride up, and Shelley was disturbed to see two faint sets of scars about
three inches apart circling his bony ankle. There were similar scars around both
wrists.



The idea
that he’d been forcibly restrained at some point bothered her more than she
cared to think about. Who’d done that to him, and why?



“Our
furniture is no more made for you that yours is for me,” he said with a slight
smile, as though he hadn’t noticed her frowning inspection of his scars.



Resisting
the urge to ask about them, Shelley smiled back. “When you were sitting in my
father’s recliner, you reminded me of Goldilocks sitting in Baby Bear’s chair.”



“And you look
like Goldilocks on Papa Bear’s chair.”



Something
about the way he said that sent a warm, slow wave of arousal curling through
her. Damn, if she was Goldilocks and he was Papa Bear, she’d skip the chair and
go straight to his great big bed to wait for him. Naked.



She
blinked again. Down, girl!



“I’m
surprised you know that story, sir,” she said quickly. Jesus, her hormones had
better straighten themselves out soon or she was liable to attack someone.



“I enjoy
learning about other cultures through their literature, and actually, a similar
story has been handed down on Garathan for generations.”



“Oh?
What’s yours called?”



“Roughly
translated, Ristaci and the Three TaRaiaks.”



“Interesting.
Does she sit in their chairs, eat their porridge and sleep in their beds?”



His smile
grew distinctly sly. “No, but she tugs on their colloks.”



Okay,
either that was something dirty or he was teasing her. “I’m almost afraid to
ask.”



“Their
hibernation sacks.”



She
laughed, blushing anyway. “That doesn’t sound very smart.”



“Neither
does falling asleep in a bear’s bed.”



“Touché.”



“So, Ms.
Bonham, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”



Shelley
hesitated. Suddenly her mission seemed very self-serving.



Licking
her lips, she said, “Well, I just wanted to— That is… Well, I don’t know if you
realize how very much my mom and dad mean to me, sir. They were the best
parents I could ever have asked for, and the idea that they were both dying…” She closed her eyes briefly and
shuddered. “My God, the thought of it scares me right down to my bones.”



“You
needn’t thank me without ceasing,” he told her wryly. “It’s very clear how much
you care for them.”



“But I
don’t just want to thank you,” she rushed ahead before he could shove her out
the door. “I mean, when Tara said what she did about me wanting to get away
from the Garathani, I felt like a complete jerk. You’ve been nothing but kind
and helpful, not just to me and my family but to the entire planet, and it took
me way too long to see that. Even after I saw, it took me way too long to admit
it. So I want to apologize for acting like all of you were monsters for so long.”



He gave
one of his regal nods. “Although it’s unnecessary, your apology is accepted.”



“And
there’s one more thing,” she said, her heart pounding thickly now, “something I
wanted to do this afternoon that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind, and
I think I need to do it because just saying ‘thank you’ doesn’t feel like
enough. If you were anyone but the minister of the Garathani high council, I
probably wouldn’t even ask—I’d just do it without thinking about it.”



He tipped
his head curiously.



Taking a
deep breath, she asked, “May I hug you?”



For a
moment he just looked at her, but before the awkwardness made her panic, he
smiled again, slowly. “I suppose I can bear it if you can, tiny Terran.”



She
released the breath and smiled in return. “Okay then.”



Standing,
she closed the distance between them. He didn’t move at all, but left it
entirely up to her, so she crawled up to kneel on the couch beside him. Then she
slid her arms around his neck, trying in vain not to notice how insanely good
he smelled as she hugged him with what she hoped was a proper balance of circumspection
and sincerity.



“Thank
you,” she whispered against his hair.



His arms
closed around her waist and pulled her against him. “It was my pleasure, Ms.
Bonham. And thank you. I’ve received
far too few of these in my lifetime.”



Oh hell,
he just had to go and say that, didn’t he?



Shelley
hugged his neck tighter and then pulled back and kissed the jagged scar on his cheek
for good measure. Quickly, so she didn’t give in to temptation and do something
unforgivably stupid, like lick his delicious-smelling skin or slide her mouth
down to suck his delicious-looking lips.



His hold
tightened, too. “And I’ve definitely received far too few of those,” he rumbled
in her ear. Nuzzled her ear.



Wait, was
he sniffing her?



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My, those aliens certainly have a way of getting to human women, don't they? :D