Book Review: Every Breath You Take by Hope Tarr

Agent Saritza Hernandez and I discussed expanding my reach into contemporary worlds and I thought what better way than to refresh how humans process emotions by reading through the 20 or so BLAZE novels I’ve collected.

Starting off with Every Breath You Take… By Hope Tarr was a good call.

His job is to watch over her. Every tempting inch… Scientist Alex is in over her head. It’s bad enough that a research trip to Belize has put her in danger. Then she finds out that her hired protector is ex-FBI agent Cole – the man who’d betrayed her five years ago. Re-appearing in Alex’s life is the biggest risk Cole’s ever taken. Once his undercover job forced him to abandon her. Now he has the chance to redeem himself – one scorching touch at a time. But first he must convince Alex that the safest place for her is in his bed…

Honestly, the fast pace of the book  kept me turning pages to find out more about these two different characters and how she played out a typical plot. The heart ache of these two characters and what transpired between them made me root more for Cole than anything else.  When you know you’ve let the right one go because you were stupid…

I can relate.

Added to my GoodReads shelf, an easy 4 stars.

Published in: on January 28, 2013 at 10:33 am  Leave a Comment  
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The Holidays are upon us!

Erotic romance readers rejoice!  Another holiday season is upon us and that means we have a ton to look forward to in releases.  For starters, Lora Leigh, Jill Shalvis and J.  R. Ward have new releases coming out.

Because Christmas is upon us, (Yes I know November hasn’t ended just yet) I thought I’d promote my two holiday releases.  First up, A Christmas Favour.  This Total E-bound release (available at Amazon, and of course Total E-bound) was one of the earliest contemporary erotic romances I’ve written to date.

Can love unite two best friends that yearn for each other, even after years have passed?

Angela does have the blessed luck to have a best friend with a very handsome body and a kind heart. She’s managed to end up single during the holidays and having Christian come up from Houston to cheer her up has made a huge difference in her life. Things were going fine until a little playfulness became arousal and they ended up making damn sure neither suffered a cold winter night together!

Christian has been incredibly blessed with his life. He’s been given the IT job of his dreams, has the income he needs to feel secure and has the support of his long time best friend, Angela. What more could he ask for? Well, turns out he asked for her in his bed, over and over again and he wound up getting it. But his work schedule interferes with their relationship and causes heartache on both sides. Will he be able to figure things out and convince her that he’s the one for her?


What readers don’t know is that Angela is based on my sister, a woman whom I admire, respect and want only the best for.  It was a little odd in certain circumstances with the writing…but I had to get over it.    The style is light, fun, based loosely on Harlequin novels of the day (early 2000s) and has been well received.

Night Owl Romance made this book a top pick in 2009!  See the full review here

Continuing Lisa’s Sway

The continuation of said sex scene…

Lisa swore she knew Sam Gallo from somewhere.  She couldn’t remember where but it didn’t matter.  He’d managed to be bold enough to distract her from her text conversation with her boss, Harvey.

As a PR specialist, it was her job to find clients, which meant attending parties like this in order to attract clientele.  He gave her an expense account which she used frugally if at all, but had told her money wasn’t an object.

Knowing this was the group of people that badly needed PR, she agreed on the condition that he pay for everything.  The request went against her traditional values but then again, so did rubbing elbows with a bunch of money hungry sharks who were just looking to increase their wealth and status.

When she caught Sam’s eye, she gave him the once over.  He was taller than her by a good six inches and his hair had been braided so that it hung neatly between broad shoulders.  His eyes seemed to show his emotions.  Clearly, intent for seduction was on the menu tonight, yet she could see something else in that heated gaze of his.  Something more emotionally present glinted in those eyes.

That was odd for someone in this group.

Yet it didn’t seem to stop lust from growing and making her take notice. When he approached her, his stride was long, confident yet not cocky.

What she’d give to have those long legs straddling her.

She had to cajole herself out of the desire to jump him right here.  It wasn’t the place and she wasn’t that type of woman any longer.

Those days in college were all a huge mistake and had ended with heartache.

Of course not having sex in three years had pretty much driven her up the wall until Mr. Tall Dark and Delicious made his way over and touched the back of a seat. “Is this space occupied, Miss?”

The deepness of his voice made her insides quiver. Still, she remained calm while she slipped her phone in her purse and set it aside.  Then she stood, hands firmly on her hips.

Sam came around the table to stand before her, his height emphasizing just how small she really was.  At 5’4, Lisa was curvy, too curvy.  Her hair hung in odd ringlets over her face while his remained pulled back into a neat ponytail that gave him a little more dignity and grace than anyone as old as he probably was should possess.

Yet he bent down and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her cheek in the most delicate manner that sent a shiver through her.

Then he dipped his head low while cupping the back of her head.

Their lisp met.

Her eyes closed.

A hand caressed her hip and slid around to cup her backside. Strong fingers massaged her scalp and made hairs on the back of her neck stand up while his mouth worked over hers.

She sucked in a breath, tasted the scotch and gasoline smell on his breath but didn’t care.  The underlying male scent of him was so close to her nose she could literally cut it with a fork. It smelled of vanilla and jasmine, fresh and clean like spring rain.

Yet the way his mouth moved over hers, biting and sucking at her lower lip said he was anything but clean.

Finally, he pulled away.

Setting a hand to her breast, she caught her breath.  Her nipples peaked beneath the now itchy fabric of her dress.  It was definitely a good thing that she wore panties, otherwise her thighs would be soaked.

“You’re delicious,” he whispered against her ear in a voice that definitely was meant to seduce.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she chuckled.  Her voice was a little raspy.

Then she noticed his hand hadn’t left her ass.


He promptly removed his hand, letting his fingers trail over her body before pulling it back.  “I’m far from a pig.  I just happen to know what I like.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at him.  “Confidence in a man is so sexy.”

“Confident women are very arousing,” he winked. “I like it when the woman goes after what she wants, Lisa.”

She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, yet she couldn’t stop them either.  “Are you suggesting I take the lead?”

His smile reached his eyes.  Excitement seemed to fill his face.

The beat of the music changed, slowed to a pace meant for slower dancing. It reminded Lisa of the way animals moved.  Primal and raw, the beat pulsed loudly between them, echoing what she felt but knew she shouldn’t do.

It didn’t matter.

“It’s your move, Lisa.”  Sam crossed his arms in front of his groin.

She licked her lips.  “So it is, then. In that case,” she reached for him and planted her mouth on his, inhaling into the kiss before she thrust her tongue past his lips.

Caught seemingly off guard, Sam stumbled back but held onto her hips.

She murmured a thank you against his mouth and smiled into the kiss.

Both hands cupped her bottom and gave her a squeeze.

Lisa moaned into the kiss as need became a weight in her stomach that pulled at her.  She pulled back just so she could dive in again and flick her tongue over his mouth.

The press of his chest against hers crushed her breasts and sent tingles up her spine. It’d definitely been too long since she’d been with a man.

Lisa tore her mouth from Sam. Heat flamed in his eyes. Her voice dropped a note, becoming huskier. “Where are we going to continue this?”

He smiled, tilted his head and pulled her to him, she was sure, to emphasize the obvious strain on his body.  “I live in South Shore, not far from here.”

“Too far,” she nipped his neck.

He arched his hips into hers and smoothed his hands over the planes of her shoulders.  “Your place?”

She shook her head. “Too far also. Let’s leave this room before anyone starts talking about us. I hate this crowd.”

She retrieved her purse and took his hand in hers before she led him out of the room past the bartender. “Good plan.”

Said bartender smile faded when she saw Sam leave.

Lisa winked. “We’ll be back quickly”

She heard Sam reply “I don’t think so.”  A wave of anticipation washed through her and made her core wet.

Yes, she was definitely glad she wore panties today.

Out the door and down the hall she led him, scanning the drably painted walls.  “This place could use some rehab.”

Sam snickered. “This was a building one of the old geezers did years ago. Its’ time he retired and I took over. But,” he yanked on her arm.

She spun around in her heels to face him, “Yes?” She arched a brow.

“It’s not my main concern.  This is.”

Before she could respond, he’d dipped his head down to kiss her again, slanting his mouth over hers in a manner meant to possess.

Right now she didn’t care about the voice in her head screaming no more possession.  She only cared about what his hands were doing by tugging the hem of her dress up.

She shook against his from the feel of his fingertips on her stocking clad thighs.

“Bathrooms seem so crude,” he mumbled against her.

The rumble of his voice resonated in her chest.  “Yeah and stereotypical.  There has to be a room somewhere.”

“More stereotypes,” he laughed, a low sound that struck a chord in her belly.  Desire gripped her and made the desperation of their affair that much more urgent.

“So be it.”  She broke from the kiss while her body screamed for more contact. His hands remained fastened to her hips now, fingers stroking, sliding and caressing her hips.

She groaned low, almost purring.  Hands at her sides, she spotted a pair of glass doors not far from the loud music.

His eyes followed hers.  “Are you a screamer?”

“That depends,” she winked. Despite the fact that she swore off her brazen behavior, it would be good to revisit a quick tryst for old time’s sake and remind herself of what she gave up for stability and a job.

“Well if you weren’t before,” he lifted her up against him with one arm, making her feel incredibly soft and feminine, “you will be when I’m done.”

Next thing Lisa knew, she was ass up over his shoulders.  She tried hard to stifle a scream but couldn’t.  Instead, she laughed and slapped him on the ass.

“I can return the favor,” he nuzzled her hips with his face.

Just that gesture alone sent heat coursing through her. “Put me down!”

That came out all wrong. Well, the words were the right words but the way her mind translated her voice from annoyed to seductive didn’t quite hold water.  “Now!”

“Nope.  Not yet.  I’ve got a better spot for you.”

She struggled to look over her shoulder but she saw him push through the thick glass doors.

“Table, chairs, darkness.  Sad that.”


“Because,” he set her down on the table and let his hands linger on her thighs, “Because I’d like to see who I’m pleasing.”

Lisa let his hands roam up her thighs while spreading them apart. “Let’s worry about that later.  Because right now, I’m on fire for you, Sam.”

“I am going to make you burn, Lisa.”

That dangerous tone struck another nerve with Lisa. Before she could respond, he’d hiked up her skirt and knelt before her.

She looked down the length of his body, saw that ponytail dangle between broad shoulders.  Before she could do or say anything, his body blocked her thighs. His head dipped between them and hot air blew against her flesh, giving her goose bumps.

Then he tasted her, pushing his tongue against her panties.  “You’re so wet, Lisa. I love that.”

She leaned back on her arms and spread her legs wider for him.  She threw her head back, felt the curls graze her skin while his tongue darted over her ultrasensitive flesh.

Fingers moved her panties aside as he leaned in to kiss her.

Lisa shuddered, gripped his shoulders and scooted her ass forward.

His tongue swirled around her lips and lower before coming back up to thrust inside her pussy.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and clawed him.

He groaned. Fingers spread over her stocking-clad thighs and caressed her gently while his tongue moved inside her.

It took only a few more thrusts of his tongue before the coil in her belly had drawn so tight she felt she would die if he didn’t let her come.

“Sam,” she groaned and dug her heels into his shoulders.  The voice in the back of her head screamed that she was probably hurting him, but she couldn’t force herself to stop.  His tongue kept moving inside her, flicking against her clit.

Then he took her in his mouth, scraped her lightly with his teeth before sucking hard on her.

Tension so tight forced Lisa to slam her eyes shut as it spread throughout her body.  Then it hit. Her body stiffened, her legs snapped around Sam’s head.  She moaned, cried out his name and bucked her hips against his face.  Her heart pounded against her chest and she broke out in a sweat.

He kept up with her, nibbling and sucking everything from her while she came.

Finally he stopped, leaned back on his haunches and wiped his mouth.

Her breasts heaved, she panted heavily and looked down the line of her body.  With her skirt bunched up as it was, she looked like she felt.

Temporarily sated.

The slow smile that spread over Sam’s face encouraged her to take things a little further. “We should probably close the door though.”

He looked behind him and nodded. “Yeah.” In one swift motion, Sam kicked and closed the large glass door with his foot. “Now,” he looked at her, “where were we?’

Lisa crooked a finger. “I think I want you inside me.”

“Good idea.  First,” he hiked her skirt further around her hips and straightened her legs, “What say we remove these?”

Before she knew it, her panties slid down her legs and past her heels.  She watched the Cheshire cat grin spread across his face when he stuffed them into his trouser pocket.  “Souvenir from a one night conquest?  I thought you were different.”

His voice dropped dangerously low and played over her senses.  “I am.  And I don’t have one night conquests. I have lengthy passion filled trysts.”

She lowered her chin and kept her eyes focused on his hands.  He had managed to make her feel feminine with just his tongue and two fingers earlier.  It was an odd sensation but she could deal with it later.  Right now, she had more pressing matters, like getting him inside her.

Sam reached into his pocket and retrieved a small foil packet.  “I’m glad this was here.”

The thought lingered in the back of her mind if he kept condoms on hand or if this was just a one off.  The tingling between her thighs reminded her that it didn’t matter.  “Me too,” she leaned back and scooted her ass off the table.  “Now.”

Sam unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. With both hands, he unwrapped the condom and slipped it on.

Lisa licked her lips at the delicious site of Sam’s body.  The light from the hallway created a glow around him that emphasized his rather large frame.  With his pants pushed down past his hips, he jutted straight.

He took himself in hand and stood between her thighs, using her juice to lubricate the tip of his cock.

Just the slightest touch sent energy sizzling between them. She needed him in her now, damnit!  “Sam,” she whined.

He placed himself at her entrance, lowered his head to hers and brushed his mouth lightly across hers.

She tasted him, unbelieving in how good he managed to taste with her mixed on his lips. But the urgency of her desire controlled her movements now.  She had to have him. Just this one night before she went back to her dreary existence the next day, she had to scratch this itch.

She whimpered, “Sam.”

Quickly, he drove himself into her.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he impaled her. And he did fill her, quite nicely.  Thick, heavy and hard, he pulsed inside her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his butt.

He gripped her hips and lifted her up.

The two spun around so that her back was to the door.  “Now no one will recognize you should they come wandering down the hallway.”

Hair spilled over her face.  “Such the gentleman,” she lifted herself up and back down again.

Sam thrust upwards and his balls slapped against her ass softly.  The sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the tiny room.

The two moved rhythmically with each stroke driving Sam deeper into Lisa’s welcoming body.

His moans joined hers as she drew closer to another orgasm.

Her mouth captured his, sucked at his lower lip.

Fingers spread out over her ass, kept her skirt hiked over her hips while parting her thighs farther apart for depth.  Oh god how she needed this!  The coil of tension returned, pulling low in her gut.  This time though, it spread quickly through her body.

Sam drove upwards, bouncing her off him.

Quickly, a hand covered her back while he held her strong in his arms against him. His growl against her ear reverberated along her skin, heightening all of her sensations. “Almost there baby, need you to come!”

Never had a man cared whether Lisa enjoyed herself or not. Sam was definitely different there.

The beginnings of orgasm pulled her from her thoughts and forced her thighs tighter around his hips.  Her eyes slammed shut.  Arms wrapped around his torso, fingers clutched at his shirt.

Grunting, he continued thrusting, arching up so that he brushed over her clit with each sure stroke.  Everything he did spelled out impeccable confidence.

Lips fell on her neck, swept up and nipped her chin and then sealed over her mouth.

Lisa sucked in a sharp breath, felt it all slam into her at once.  Body tense, breasts crushed and rubbing against his chest, her body shook as that first coil of tension undid itself in a marvelous explosion of pleasure that reached her limbs.

His mouth on hers helped to muffle her cries.

He begged, his breathing now ragged as heated breath caressed her ear, “Come for me.”  His hips bucked against hers while fingers gripped her ass.

Lisa let go then.  The damn inside burst, releasing a flood of juice between her thighs.  Panting, she held onto him as though he were life.  “Your turn!”

A few more thrusts had Sam moving inside of her with less finesse and more aggression.  Finally, she felt him quiver inside of her as hot jets shot deep and hard.

A moment later, Sam had spun them around and set her gently back on table.  “Well,” he cleared his throat.  “That was round one.”

She laughed, feeling lighter now than she had in years.  Her release made her body feel less tense, yet she needed to go.  Reaching out to touch his chest, she watched with slight annoyance at his withdrawal.

Sam discarded the used condom into the trash, dressed himself and stood with his eyes on Lisa.

She felt as though she were prey.

It was an interesting feeling, that.  Yet the adrenaline began to recede and reality kicked in.  “Look, I’m sorry.  This was fun but,” she withdrew her hand

Sam caught her wrist, “Yeah.  You’re probably right.”

An eyebrow arched, “You do this often?”

He released her and shook his head.  “No, but the media thinks I do.”

She groaned.  “Yeah, I can understand.”  She finished dressing herself, aware that her curl now stuck to her forehead.  She looked at her watch.  It was 9 PM.  “Damnit, I’m running late. Perhaps another time.”

Sam nodded and finished tucking in his shirt.  “Yes, perhaps another time, Lisa.”

Before she could stop herself, Lisa had her shoes on, grabbed her purse and slipped out of the room and into the hall without so much as a sound.  Not bothering to look around, she hoped no one would see him come out of the room after she did.

Or that they’d bother to smell the scent of sex, good sex, on her.

Regret slowly settled in like a weight in her stomach. She knew she shouldn’t have slept with him, and realization set in as to who he was.

She’d known him before.  Almost fifteen years ago, they had been…

In an attempt to shove the memory away, Lisa shook her head and ran into the parking lot.  Thrusting her hand in her pocket she pulled out her keys and shoved them in the car door, her hands shaking.

This was bad.

~~~You’re welcome RoseAnne :P

Published in: on June 9, 2012 at 1:26 pm  Leave a Comment  

Sex Scene Saturday – Lisa’s Sway

This is from an unreleased and unfinished story – Lisa’s Sway.  It’s my attempt at the Harlequin BLAZE market.

BLURB:  Real Estate mogul Sam Gallo is caught up in a scandal that could ruin his business and needs help.  He hires a PR firm to help him only to discover the person they send out is none other than Lisa Delbeck, his old high school sweetheart.

Lisa Delbeck couldn’t be more lucky to get hired by Professional Image Inc, the PR firm that specializes in disaster recovery.  Her first assignment and the one that will make her career is with Gallo Investments.  Her surprise comes when she comes face to face with her old boyfriend, Sam Gallo.

He’s rich and she’s struggling but can she help his company in the face of adversity even as her heart screams to stay away from him?


Sam Gallo scanned the room on his way in. He spotted several other investors he’d dealt with and groaned.  The pain of being at one of these boring charity fundraisers, he could handle.  But the showiness of it all, that was another matter altogether.

His suit made him stand out from the others.  Instead of wearing typical black, which Sam would have preferred, his secretary and best friend had chosen a deep blue suit that complimented his eyes.  His dark hair had been pulled back into a braid, rather than a ponytail and hung just over his shoulders.

What he wouldn’t kill for a cigar or his pipe right now.

“Do I have to go to this fundraiser, Kristie?”

She nodded and blonde curls bobbed over her green eyes. “Yes, my dear.   You do.  It’s important that we don’t look like assholes with money.”

He groaned.  Yet he understood where she came from and had to agree.  Too many times Sam had experienced sneers from some of the clients who bought houses from him.

“You’re making a lot of money off me,” they’d say.

“I’m providing a new home for you,” was his only response.  Then he’d turn on his heels and walk away, annoyed at their scornful looks burning into his back.

But this party was supposed to be a way to deflect some of the negative attention he’d been receiving since the economic crash.  His company had survived and gave him permission to stand here with the others.

Sharks, that’s what many of them were.  They couldn’t care less about the people they placed in homes. Many of them had contacts at the SEC and Federal Reserve that helped bail them out or rewrite the rules slightly to avoid bankruptcy since some of the country’s top hard money lenders were at this fundraiser for…

What was it again?

Sam scratched his head and sighed. Then he made his way through the thick crowd and towards the open bar.

His eyes roamed over the bartender’s body.  She was lithe, redheaded and had ample bosoms but wasn’t really his type.  “Double scotch please, on the rocks.”

“Yes sir,” her smile seemed to light up when he spoke.  Eyes twinkled and gave off her age. Yet she filled the glass with ice and poured Jonny Walker into his glass.

It was his least favorite by far, but it’d help pass the time and keep him from opening his mouth too much. If he appeared to always be taking a drink, then he’d look like everyone else.

A quick glance around the room revealed that plenty of funds had been spent to throw this shindig. Colorful streamers hung from the ceiling.  A few lights hung in the back corner to his left while a DJ spun records from some obscure genre of house and techno Sam wasn’t familiar with.

Behind him, the open bar.  In front of him, a sea of people he had no desire to be surrounded by swayed and danced to the beats.

He swirled his drink impatiently and took sips periodically. The boredom was enough to drive him up the wall, but his presence here was the only thing required.

Later on, photographers would come in during the party’s highlights and take photographs for the local newspaper and he had to be seen among them.

A large banner hung across the back wall between the light and the DJ booth that read “Foundation for Saving Galveston Bay.”  The large letters seemed to mock Sam.

He took another swallow of scotch and set his empty glass on the bar.

“Care for another?”  The bartender fluttered long eyelashes at him.

“Sure.” He pulled out his wallet, dropped a $10 in the tip jar and met her gaze.  “No ice. If there’s better scotch, I’d prefer that.”

The edge in his voice hinted at naughty things and made the bartender blush.  “Sure thing,” she stammered and stepped back from the bar.  Bending over gave Sam a glorious view of an ample ass meant for holding onto while some man, preferably Sam, drove himself into her sweet core.

He shook off the thought.  It wasn’t like he was looking to scratch an itch, though it had been some time since he’d blown off some steam.  Too much work, not enough play.  Tonight he thought just briefly that he might find some attractive woman he could take for a spin, serve breakfast to and spend the day in bed with.

Just one day. More than that gave the appearance of desire for commitment, and Sam couldn’t do that.  His dedication to Gallo Investments was the one thing that drove him and taking more time off than was necessary caused problems, even with his personal assistant handling the workload.  Contractors were in constant need of babysitting, accounting had to be dealt with, and partners on projects had to be pacified.

It was always something. What he wouldn’t give for a week off from his job.

The bartender tilted her head and handed him a larger glass with something that smelled much better than the standard scotch. “This is an Islay we keep for our more…discerning guests.”

He took the drink and brought it to his nose.  The flavors swirled around with the liquid and assaulted his senses with a heady feeling that reminded him of peat and coal.  “Slante,” he offered her his best come hither after your shift smile and turned around.

His eyes caught sight of a woman sitting at one of the tables that had been pushed to the side.

Dark hair hung down the sides of her face in curls that seemed to have plenty of bounce. A red dress hugged luscious curves.  She sat bent over with delicate arms while she fumbled with her cell phone.

Probably texting a boyfriend or partner.


Oh well, it’s not like objections ever stopped him.

She looked up and their eyes met.

Instant recognition fought a fog in his mind as he struggled to remember who she was and why he should avoid her but the pull in his groin ultimately won out.

Drink in hand; he made his way to the table where she sat.

Instantly, she stiffened.

“Do I know you?”  Her voice was soft yet audible against the thudding bass.

He shook his head.  “I don’t believe so.  But I’d like to get to know the woman every man here has been too stupid to approach.”

She smiled and it felt false.  Sam was used to that.  Some women could smell him a mile away, others fell for his lines instantly.

The least this one could do was give him the benefit of the doubt.

She spoke dryly, “Lisa.  I’m here observing the jungle inhabitants.”

He nodded, “I see.  May I have a seat?”

“Sure,” she shrugged.  “I didn’t plan on being here too long but my boss said I’ll find clients this way.”

“Oh,” he groaned. He should have known someone had sent out their pretty face to gather money for their projects.

A perfectly manicured eyebrow rose.  “Is that a problem?”

He shook his head and flashed a sincere smile.

She blinked. “I’m not here to gouge anyone, Mr…”

“Please,” he offered his hand, “Call me Sam.”

She set her phone down and took his hand.  “Lisa.  Nice to meet you.”

Careful not to intimidate her, he let his touch linger just a second longer than was polite before withdrawing his hand. She was soft, her grip firm and indicative of power she seemed unaware of. “It’s a pleasure, Lisa.  So,” he looked over his shoulder and back at her, “What brings you here if not poaching.”

“Is that what they call it these days?”

Sam leaned back and took his drink in hand. “Well, my secretary uses that phrase to describe hopefuls who show up at these fundraisers looking for donations, handouts or funding for their latest charity or start up business. Nice to know you’re not here for that.”

“No,” she blinked again, “I have ulterior motives.”

The way the light hit her eyes made something low in Sam’s gut pull.  Desire, that’s what it was.

Her face was soft, sensual. Perfectly red lips puckered and blew a kiss at him.

He couldn’t stop the wicked smile that formed at his mouth. “Did you now?  Trying to bag a rich old man to wed?”

She snorted. “As if I’d want one of these old geezers.  Imagine having to sleep with them.” She waved a hand around them.

Sam chuckled. He knew half these vultures here had a long list of indiscretions that would definitely impact their bottom line.  None of them were as discerning as he was, nor were they as discreet.  “I can’t blame you. Half of them are rats.”

“Then why are you here?”

He groaned, “Because I’m in real estate and I have a lot of money and my personal assistant said I needed to come here and be seen so I don’t look like just another rich asshole.”

Lisa leaned back but left her hand on the table just in front of Sam.  “It sounds like your personal assistant is a smart man.”

“She,” he corrected, “is the reason I do a lot of things I’d rather not do.”

Lisa rolled her eyes.  “Glad she cares for her job.”

He sighed, “No,” he leaned forward and set his hand on hers.  “It’s not that. I’d never bother firing her, she’d probably kick my ass and I’d have to hear about it for days.”

Lisa frowned.  “I see.”

His fingers spread over her hand, lightly massaging her soft skin and her wrist, “No, it’s not like that. She’s my best friend and about the best thing to happen to me since the sixth grade.”

She laughed.  Desire twinkled in her eyes as her expression changed. She leaned forward, “That’s good to know.  I’d hate to think you were a bad man.”

“Oh,” he grinned wickedly, “I am. Just,” his voice dropped a few notches, “in a different manner than these fools.”

She nodded. “I think I like where this is going, Mr, uh..”

The look on her face said lust in the most feminine of manners.  He liked that.  “Sam. Mr. Gallo is too formal.”

Her eyes widened.  “Sam then.  Fine, since you insist.”

“I do.”  He leaned forward and brushed his lips over her knuckles in a slow, calculated movement before his tongue darted out to flick over her smooth skin.

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She smelled of ripe cherry and perfume.

The scent reminded him of someone.  But who?

Slowly, her hand retracted.  “Better if you try that on my mouth, Sam.”

When she leaned forward, Sam saw the tops of glorious cream colored breasts. The low cut top of her dress revealed her cleavage and made his heart skip a beat.

She stood and set her hands on her hips.

It was now or never.  His turn.


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Leigh Elwood

DragonCon Update

It looks like I’ll be in Atlanta again to attend DragonCon. There will be a Fetlife panel and I’ve been asked to be on it as an expert so that should be fun. We’ll cover what Fetife is, why and how to use it effectively, from what I understand. I need to find the other folks on it who are going to be on the panel with me.

It should be interesting. On the writing front, I’ve been busy taking a day off! I had heart trouble last week and needed to relax a little so I hung out over the weekend, spent time with some friends and tried to relax. Today’s word count is a little over 1,000 words on the BLAZE, and slightly under that on my erotica piece for Renaissance E-books.

The problem in both cases that I’m having is the soundtrack is lacking. I can’t have overly emotionally heavy music involved while I’m writing because the feel for the Harlequin BLAZE stories is not one that’s heavy and dooming. Not like it would be for say, Blood Bound. So we’re listening to random stuff while i write and hoping that it’ll work out for the best as I delve deeper into Sam and Lisa’s tale.

Published in: on August 16, 2010 at 11:43 pm  Leave a Comment  
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