Less Than Three Weeks!
Counting down the last few weeks until the release of my contemporary novella, Between the Sheets, and I thought I’d share a bit to whet your appetites. Maggie’s a music teacher who got dumped on the altar. She’s been leery of men ever since, though finally – five years, three months, and four days later – she decides it’s time to break the drought. She and her BFF Krista are on their way to a music teacher’s retreat, and Krista’s been full of advice for how to accomplish her goal. In this clip, they’re on the ferry, and Maggie’s reading the Cosmo magazine Krista insisted on buying…
(Between the Sheets R-rated excerpt)
I came to the article promising to turn me into a sex diva. Crazy. Halfway down the page, one of the bold-type headings demanded I Flick His Frenulum. I vowed to flick the next one I saw, once I figured out where it was located. Apparently it would fire up his treasure trail, the line of hair running south from his bellybutton. The article said a real diva should take the initiative and undress her man. And I could imagine doing that exactly never. The next page suggested the standing doggie-style position would bring me to the highest heights.
O-kay.
The whole thing had me all twisted up, excitement and fear and desire making like ribbon candy in my belly. I tried to picture the kind of man I’d want behind me for standing doggie style. My ex came to mind, but right about the time the flood of bad memories started, Krista interrupted me with a sharp poke to the ribs.
“Check him out,” she said, her voice barely audible.
A man leaned against the railing at the front of the boat. He gazed out at the water, taking lazy drags off the butt of a cigarette. Since he mostly had his back to us, I felt free to stare.
Yum. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a light green T-shirt. He turned to the right, giving us a profile shot and showing off a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. His toned forearm had the freckled, light toast color redheads get in the sun. He wasn’t a true carrot-top; more like a sandy red, and his short hair could have used a trim. His beard, too, was a day or so into scruffy.
A black tattoo circled his arm just below the hem of his sleeve, calling attention to the swell of his bicep. I closed the magazine and sat forward, trying to get a better look at the tat, when Krista grabbed my elbow.
“There is no way.” I spoke without turning my head or moving my lips, even though my twisted candy core started to melt. “Because even if he turns out, by some miracle, to be a music teacher, I couldn’t string sentences together in front of someone so incredibly handsome.”
She gave my elbow a shake. “If you get the chance, you are totally going to hit that.”
I shoved the magazine at her, hoping the Ginger God didn’t turn around and notice my blush.
Krista had always been the optimistic one.
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As you might imagine, the Ginger God plays a key role in the story. If you want to read more, you can jump HERE to add BtS to your Goodreads TBR pile, or just keep an eye on my blog for more sexy snippets. The release date is 8/25/14, and I’ll be counting down the days…
Peace,
Liv
