Friday, December 9, 2016

One More Week to Go

Does anyone want to read yet another I Want You Back excerpt? It occurred to me that I posted a different excerpt at All Romance Ebooks than I did here. It's short but hot. Picking excerpts from this book was very difficult because many would be spoilers and others were just too hot. The following excerpt is slightly longer than what's posted at All Romance.

“Ms. White,” the receptionist called. “You may go in now.”
Ashley nodded at the young lady and stood. “Thank you.” She picked up the bag of food she’d picked up from The Cheesecake Factory. You can do this, she thought to herself even as she had horrible flashbacks about the last time she’d entered this office. It was when she’d come to pick up the check for a million dollars. Denton had been at his most smug and condescending best. She’d had to swallow her ire and think of her parents to get through the distasteful meeting. Just the memory of her father, ashen and gray in his hospital bed had been enough to make her forge ahead.
Stephen had done much to change the d├ęcor, she was glad to note. The walls were painted white and decorated with framed maps. Only the large wood desk was the same. The gray carpet was new. As were the white sofas and chairs that sat in one corner of the room.
Stephen was on the phone and he nodded her towards the sofa. She placed the bag on the coffee table and removed the plates from the bag. Glancing around, she spotted his mini-fridge. She put their slices of cheesecake inside.
“That smells delicious,” he said, joining her on the couch a moment later. He wore a dark gray suit with a black shirt and a tie that swirled both colors together.
“Wish I could take the credit. I never thought I’d say it, but I miss cooking. Staying in a hotel has its downsides.” She handed him his silverware and kissed him full on the mouth. He stiffened but didn’t pull away. She licked her lips. “Mm, you taste good.”
They ate in silence for a few minutes before he said, “Ash, the other day at my house went too far and I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
“And what impression would that be?” She twirled noodles around on her fork and ate them.
“That I’ve forgiven you and that we can resume our relationship where things ended before.”
“And I told you that I’d be willing to do anything to get you back. Have you given that any thought?”
“Too much,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
She squeezed his knee and trailed her hand up his thigh. Their eyes met as she closed her hand over his erection. She wasn’t playing fair and she had no intentions of doing so.
He groaned and slid out of reach. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She smiled. “Just what you’d do if you wanted me. I’m seducing you.”
His brows rose. “Is that so?”
She nodded. “Remember I didn’t want to date you because I didn’t think you were serious? You and Jeremy had quite the reputation.” She followed him down the sofa and before he could react, she swung one leg over his thighs so that she straddled him. “But you wore me down, showing up at the movie theater where I was working, calling me every night, sending me flowers.”
“Am I going to start receiving roses?”
“No.” She took his hands and put them over his head, crossing them at the wrists so that she could hold both with only one of hers. Her fingers were stretched to the max and he could easily break free if he tried. He looked surprised and aroused. His irises appeared completely black. She leaned forward so that her lips touched his. “Stephen, remember what it feels like to be inside me?”
Shit,” he breathed out.
She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. “Your mouth makes me so hot and wet. My panties are soaked.”
“This is inappropriate.”
“Why? I’m not fucking you.” She bucked against him and moaned. He was a solid bar beneath her. “Though I could be. You must be so uncomfortable. At least I’ve had a release while you’ve had none. Should I unzip you and relieve some of that pressure?”
“Ash, don’t.”
She undid his belt. “That has to feel better. Remember the first time you took me? How you fucked me all night? Oh, it was glorious. I want to feel you again, stretching my pussy, taking me hard and deep.” He bucked against her and she gasped. Nibbling his earlobe, she whispered his name. “Don’t you miss it? Don’t you want my pussy? Feel it.” She took one of his hands and worked it under her long flowing skirt. Further instructions weren’t needed. His fingers pushed aside her damp panties and buried themselves with hungry intent inside of her pussy lips. He circled her clit until she was pumping her hips against his hand. “Oh, Stephen, please.”
He penetrated her with first one and then two fingers, both of them groaning at the more intimate contact. Ashley kissed him, mostly to muffle her gasps as Stephen finger fucked her pussy without mercy. He was rougher than she ever recalled him being but her body couldn’t stop responding to him. Gripping his shoulders, she rode his fingers.
She hadn’t intended to take things this far but with him she should have predicted that the fire between them would blaze out of her control. Her belly tightened, signaling her impending orgasm.
Stephen withdrew his fingers. The abrupt change had her moaning in disappointment. “Stephen, why-”
“Not again. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m having dinner with Aster tonight.”

“You belong to me.”

I Want You Back is available for pre-order at All Romance Ebooks and Amazon. It will be available for purchase at Barnes & Noble on December 15. Be sure to read all the way to the end for the first chapter of my next new publication Undeniable, due out in 2017. 

Thursday, December 1, 2016

I started I Want You Back years ago. Somehow I never got around to finishing it or giving it a title until this year. I've been debating what to post as a second excerpt for a few days. It's been difficult to do as I don't want to post crucial plot information. My goal is usually to find something tantalizing without being too fiery. I finally decided on the following:

Stephen tilted his head to the side and studied the canvas before him. It didn’t make any difference. The geometric shapes still didn’t align with the artist given title of Day at the Beach. Sighing, he glanced at his watch and wondered how much longer they would have to stay for the sake of being polite. Aster had dragged him to this fundraiser and then promptly disappeared with one of the artists. He couldn’t even recall what charity this event was in support of.
In many ways, Aster reminded him of his mother. She had a college degree but no real ambition. She was content to fill her days with shopping, hobbies, clubs, and various charities. The business their fathers had built together held no interest for her. She was polite and always said and did the right things. Her clothing and her views were all conservative. If she ever disagreed with anyone about anything, she was too well mannered to voice an opposing opinion.
A hand skimmed his shoulder and the nape of his neck, sending a shiver racing down his spine. Ashley. Before he could stop himself, his eyes swept over her body, missing nothing. She wore a glittering bright red cocktail dress that stopped about five inches above her knees. A deep V displayed the plump cinnamon curves of her breasts. Dragging his gaze back up to her face before he could start drooling, he saw that she studied him with the same intensity, desire darkening her brown irises. She ran the tip of her tongue over ruby red lips so glossy that his cock jerked in his pants. She’d arranged her short hair into curls that fell over her brow.
His first instinct was to drag her off to a dark corner and discover if she wore a bra beneath that slip of a dress. Instead, he cleared his throat, made sure his jacket covered his hard on, and removed her hand from his shoulder. “Is this a coincidence as well, Ash?”
“Sort of.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do you want to hear?” she asked, her tone provocative.
He refused to rise to the bait. “I’m here with Aster.”
She nodded. “I expected as much.”
“Then you know nothing is happening between us tonight.”
Her lips curled up in a sexy grin that made him wish it could be otherwise. “Can’t I simply enjoy your company?”
He looked away from her. He’d always enjoyed being with her. It didn’t matter if they were so tied up in studying for exams that they couldn’t speak or if they were dancing on the beach during Spring Break, he’d just been happy to have her at his side. Until she wasn’t anymore. And he’d thought she never would be again. Losing her was like losing part of himself. God, how it had hurt.
“This painting reminds me of the summer we rented the beach house in Florida,” she said, bringing him back to the present. She’d shifted over to a more traditional landscape of white sands dotted with colorful umbrellas and bikini clad sunbathers.
He read the title out loud, “Saturdays.” He grunted. “I wonder if the titles are mixed up.” He gestured at the previous painting.
Ashley studied the red, blue, and white shapes. “Maybe not. I think it’s a kite.”
Stephen grunted. She was probably right. She’d always been more creative than him. He tended to view the world through a more constrictive lens. Ashley had a way of opening him up to his emotions in a way that he’d found addictive before. When she’d left, he’d closed the door to his feelings and built a brick wall in front of it. He’d been a playboy when they had met. But none of the women before her meant anything. They were conquests and thus, quickly forgotten.
He recalled the first time he’d caught a glimpse of Ashley. He’d been surrounded by friends and a few girls that hoped to be more. Ashley walked by, her eyes glued to a notebook, barely paying attention to where she was going. He’d stopped mid-sentence, captivated by her beauty. She’d never looked up. He’d made excuses to his friends and tried to follow her, but he’d lost sight of her in the crowd. When next he saw her, she was working in the local movie theater and he hadn’t let the chance to introduce himself escape him. Ashley had been less than welcoming, but his persistence wore her down. She’d been a sophomore and he’d been a junior. Almost from the beginning, he knew that she was the one. Other girls didn’t exist for him anymore. There was only Ashley.
Ashley grabbed his hand and led him to another painting. “Oh, look at this one. It reminds me of when you drove us through the Blue Ridge Mountains to watch the leaves change colors. It’s beautiful.”
Stephen tore his gaze from her face to glance at the painting. A tree-lined road twisted up the side of a mountain. Colorful leaves in shades of gold, red, and brown floated to the ground like large snowflakes.
“I miss going for rides with you,” she said wistfully.
He missed it, too. They used to just get in the car with no destination in mind and ride. He didn’t do that anymore. Taking a drive out alone wasn’t as appealing. Besides, he had work.
“Why are you doing this?” he finally asked. He knew what he should do. Don’t question this. Take his revenge and move on, but falling under her spell again was a dangerous possibility that he couldn’t ignore.
She looked up at him. Her honeyed skin glowed in this lighting. Her dark eyes were mesmerizing and full of love. It was all he could do not to cover her full lips with his own. “You know why,” she whispered. “You feel it, too.” She reached up and stroked his jaw. “I could never stop loving you.”
“I wish I could believe you,” he said before he could stop himself.
She smiled. “You can. I never stopped believing in what we have. You’re the only one for me.”
He leaned into her touch for a fraction of a second before strengthening his reserved and pulling away. “I should go.”
“In a minute. I want your opinion on this painting I saw in the other room.”

He knew it was just an excuse to keep him at her side. She trailed her fingers down his shoulder to the palm of his hand before curling her palm beneath his. She was at once submissive and seductive and he found he couldn’t find the resolve to say no. Stephen resigned himself to fact that he would be fucking Ashley sooner or later. He was powerless to resist. Only resignation had never felt quite like this.