Wednesday, June 26, 2013

If he wanted to play this silly game...

A fun snippet from:

(Alexis is filling in as a masseuse at her friend's matchmaking ranch for busy professionals to make some extra money. Gray is an overworked advertising executive that has paid big bucks to meet the woman of his dreams. Neither of them counted on meeting the one person who would turn their life upside down.)
Goose bumps coated her arms, and the chill was enough to snap her out of the lust haze. The bastard was doing a striptease of sorts, and while it thrilled her, it also ticked her off. If he thought he could turn her on and get lucky, he was dead wrong. "When you're done dillydallying with your clothes, hop on the table and let's get this thing underway."
Gray's laugh was hearty and filled with more confidence than any one person should have. "Do you have to be somewhere?"
Anywhere but here. "Just get moving, pokey." Mild insults wouldn't get her in trouble with Tish and Jeb, and it would keep her interest for him at bay. Hopefully.
Gray stepped out of his boxers and Alexis tried not to look at the forbidden zone. She handed him a warm towel. To her dismay, he dropped the towel at the end of the massage table.
Okay. If he wanted to play this silly game of look-at-me, then game on.
The Gift of Gray is a fun, heart warming story about finding love when you least expect it.
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Saturday, June 1, 2013

He was still being a wildebeest!

I wanted to share a little bit of Claire and Ian with you -- 

Air in. Air out. Simple. At least breathing was supposed to be simple. But the sight of Kasen Isaak coming toward her with an unyielding look of annoyance made her breath catch somewhere between her lungs and windpipe.
The closer he came the more she felt like she was going to choke.
"Good morning, Miss Stone."
A night's sleep obviously hadn't improved his disposition. He was still being a wildebeest. The urge to be surly back was knocking at her door. Actually, it was pounding. She tried to ignore it with another pep talk. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it. She snickered inwardly at the thought of her panties -- ducks again today. Although these ducks were wearing colorful hats with matching plumes instead of sunglasses like they were yesterday. The days-of-the-week ducks were a moving-away gift from her best friend, Ginny. They were supposed to be lucky-ducks. So far the luck part hadn't kicked in.
Even though her breathing still hadn't leveled out she managed a reply. "Good morning, Mr. Isaak." She bit her bottom lip and then offered him a cheery grin.
Kasen narrowed his eyes.
Zing! Nothing irks a sour person more than a smile.
"Follow me." He spun about and heavy-heeled it toward his office.
Her father's comment about Kasen having a chip on his shoulder surfaced. Pfft. The man had more than a chip of wood setting there. He had the whole darned tree. But she wasn't responsible for putting it there and he shouldn't be goading her to knock it off.
She scowled after him. He didn't like her. She didn't like him. So what was the point of working there? He was going to try to trip her up, and she was going to try to keep her balance. Grr.
Trailing behind him trapped his scent in the small space between them. Claire instinctively inhaled the heady fragrance of musk. Mmm. Scent messed with her senses - her common sense would go by the wayside and things that were supposed to make sense didn't. Like now. She enjoyed the smell of the guy who most likely had plans to bind her to a chair and shine a flashlight in her face to see what she'd learned overnight. That visual made her snort out loud.
Kasen glanced over his shoulder.
There was absolutely no way to explain the inadvertent noise, so she smiled instead. His eyes thinned even more.

The wildebeest took several more loud steps...

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One false move...

Happy to share a small snippet from -

Adrenaline pumped through Jessi with as much velocity as gale force winds and she got an instant headache. While she rubbed her temples she did some erratic pacing from the back door to the front door to the bathroom, waiting for the slightest sound that would indicate she was under siege. The same helpless feeling that plagued her in New York had returned. The only difference was instead of being surrounded by millions of New Yorkers, she was isolated on a lonely stretch of beach where no one would stumble across her until the stench of decomposition attracted attention. A worse thought played across her mind – what if Ian and the fancy pants thug turned her into a shark snack? Oh God! She thought about her parents. While they drove her up a wall with their constant bickering, she still loved them and didn’t want them to suffer the pain of losing their only child.

Well, she wouldn’t go down easy. She wrung her hands and tried to come up with a brilliant plan.

She needed an equalizer.

A quick rummage through the kitchen drawers produced a mountain of plastic spoons.  Great. Ian Alexander and his accomplice better watch out. One false move and they’d be pulling plasticware from their ribs. Jessi groaned.
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