Ian is no one's fool and knows exactly what Jocelyn wants—him. If she didn't work for the Langston Museum, he'd be more than happy to oblige any and every fantasy she desired, but she's the curator. She's sweet, inexperienced and well liked by everyone including the museum owner and director. Ian can't risk losing such an important contact for his consulting business. Not even when everything within in him craves a taste of her.
When Jocelyn sets her sights on him, there's no way Ian can deny her. They agree their affair will end in thirty days. No emotions, no entanglements, just sex. The closer the end date looms, they start to question if it's possible to walk away. They'll either have to come to terms of what they've become or stick to their original agreement.
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Melissa
Blue's writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born.
This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not
2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She's still typing away on the
same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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Excerpt
The thought
sunk its teeth in. Her skin flushed and she did her best not to glance up with
a grin that would look as mischievous as she felt. No, what she'd do next
wasn't world domination. She just needed to make Ian lose control and break his
goddamn rule. One, it seemed, he wanted to break anyway.
“I don't
know what to do,” she said, trying for sex kitten and not sure if it was
working. “What makes you pick up a woman in a bar?”
His
white-gloved hands froze over the ritual ax, and something passed behind his
gaze she couldn't describe much less distill into a single word. “She's
attractive and breathing.”
She snorted
and lost the hold on her sex kitten. “No really.”
He
considered her again, sighing. “Do you plan to walk up to him?”
“Exactly.”
“Well,
start with your walk. More leg and hip action. Not like those models who trot
like horses. Sensual. Seductive. Understated. The kind of sway a man can
imagine you being on top of him moving the same way.”
With a sly
smile she stood. His gaze narrowed on her. She scrounged up every thought of
being on top of a man, his cock sliding in and out, how it would feel rising up
and down, his fingers gliding over her waist, up to her breasts and fixed those
thoughts in her mind and walked toward him. She stopped a few feet from him and
raised a brow. “Like that?”
His hands
gripped the ax. “Passable, but now put that movement into thought and there in
your gaze.”
She thought
of Ian's fingers digging into her waist and holding her still so he could
thrust into her. “Passable?”
He made a
noncommittal noise. “Just like that, Lass.”
But he
wasn't joking when he said it this time. Not with the way he spoke so softly,
but a bit of a growl could be heard in the back of his throat. Her nipples
hardened as though his voice was something tangible and could scrape against
the sensitive tips. She had to swallow. “And then what?”
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3 comments:
i might be a lot biased here because of my bf, but I love spanish accents. He's from Venezuela, and while I speak spanish myself, there's just something about his accent that drives me nuts everytime he speaks ;)
Lacey, thank you for hosting me!
@Neyra Oh, be biased. Antonio Banderas can sell fabric softener with his voice.
Scottish, definitely!
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