Since I've been working so much lately, I haven't had much time to work on my current books, or think up ideas for my blogs. So instead this month I'm offering 2 autographed copies of my spy novel, Secret Love. I'm interested in knowing if readers prefer eBooks or paperbacks and why.
Just leave me a comment below with your reply, and I'll pick the winners on Sunday, my only day off from both of my jobs! (Husband and I are going to continue our Valentine's Day week of celebrating by seeing one of our favorite blues bands, Howard and the White Boys, at a local "Booze, Blues and Barbecues" joint on Saturday night after I get off of work. I plan to sleep extra late on Sunday!)
And here's an excerpt to whet your appetite!
Scene: Sheena is forbidden by the unofficial terms of her contract with the agency she works for from becoming involved with anyone while she is on active duty. Technically she is on vacation for a few days, so not "on" active duty. She seduces the hottest man she has ever seen, recognizing him from the action movies he has starred in for years. But she knows she will have to leave him abruptly once she gets the summons back onto an active case.
Hours went by, then days, unnoticed by them both as they learned the intimate secrets of each other’s bodies. They took breaks to get new drinks, to prepare and eat food, to take quick naps. They took long soaks in the Jacuzzi before returning to the bed to once again seek pleasure in each other. They had sex in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the comfortable cushions of the sunken living room furniture, and repeatedly in the bedroom.And somewhere along the line, Sheena realized she was developing real feelings for this man. Once that thought presented itself to her, she ran to hide in the bathroom, terrified of what it might mean. She took some time in there, trying to slow her racing heartbeat. She knew that having a real relationship was forbidden while she was still under contract. That had never bothered her before.
Now as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she saw the marks of their passion all over her nude body: bruises on her neck and breasts were reminders of the love bites he’d given her while he was in the throes of his own orgasms—she’d never felt any pain, just pleasure from feeling him come inside of her. There were imprints of his fingers on her hips where he’d held her tightly, pulling her so close to him that their bodies had felt fused into one. Her eyes were glassy from lack of sleep; her lips were puffy from being roughly kissed and bitten. One night they’d shaved each other’s pubic hair to see how that would affect their pleasure. She shook her head, marveling at how many unique ways they’d found to give each other mind-blowing pleasure. And yet she’d always known in the back of her mind that this wouldn’t last…it couldn’t.
So why do I suddenly feel panic, combined with a sense of impending loss?
When she got back out of the bathroom Cory was lounging on the cushions in the living room, a cup of coffee in his hand and a fresh pot of coffee on the table in front of him, along with some pastries she’d ordered sent up earlier… Or was it yesterday? She couldn’t remember, and that was another new source of anxiety for her.
What day is it?
She looked closely at him and saw that his body also bore the signs of their passionate lovemaking. There were marks on his shoulders where she’d bitten him while her orgasms made her gnash her teeth. His eyelids drooped lazily, as if he was a man almost totally satisfied, while his face had a beard growth of… How many days?
Trying not to be distracted by his nudity and his extreme good looks, she walked slowly over to sit facing him, on the same cushion but sideways, her feet the only thing close enough for him to touch.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he drawled lazily.
The fact that he was so attuned to her emotions only emphasized to her the danger she’d put them both into.
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