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Guest Author Leah Braemel

Hey everyone! I’m honored to introduce to you Guest Author LEAH BRAEMEL today.

Leah is a wonderful lady I met a couple of years ago at the RWA conference in Dallas. She’s not only a wonderful person, but she’s also an extremely imaginative writer who brings us the delectable books we love to read. She’s an icon with Samhain Publishing and has an upcoming release with Carina Press, and I’m thrilled to have her visiting with us today.

 Leah, thank you so much for stopping by. To start off, tell us about these yummy-licious books you have available at Samhain Publishing.

 

Wow, thanks!  I had no idea I was an icon. Of course, if I am, that’s because a really lovely author named Red Garnier gave me lots of advice and encouragement.   The first of my yummy-licious books is Private Property. It’s a contemporary erotic novella that was inspired during that trip to Dallas where I met you.  Kick-ass security specialist Jodi Tyler’s boyfriend (and boss) Mark Rodriguez has arranged a birthday surprise for her – the fulfillment of some of her sexual fantasies, including a ménage with his best friend Sam. But the evening’s games take a twist when Sam turns the tables on Mark in order to force him to see what he’s got with Jodi.   It was a lot of fun making Mark squirm before he’d say those three important little words.

 

Sam *fans self* is one of those characters who just walked into the room and took over. Naturally such a larger-than-life character needed more than a novella to tell his story so he ended up with his own book—a full length contemporary, Personal Protection.

 Personal Protection takes place three months after Private Property. Sam, who owns an elite protection agency, has been receiving threats. To his disgust, his second-in-command assigns him his own bodyguard team.  But it’s not so bad when the head of the team turns out to be the sassy and sexy Rosie Ramos who is a tiny but extremely competent spitfire who can keep Sam in line.  (Yes, I was thinking of Red when I wrote Rosie.) Things heat up for them when Rosie discovers Sam’s kept a few facets of his personality very private, including his membership in a sex club that she must investigate in order to keep him safe.  I had a lot of fun playing with this couple—there were so many dynamics I could explore with them.   While Private Property is (at the moment) only available as an ebook, Personal Protection is available both in e-format and as a print book.

 

  1. And they’re both super hot and sexy, guys! I’m sure you’ll enjoy! Leah, I also see that you have a release coming out with Carina press, and it looks like a scorcher. Can you tell me a little bit more about Texas Tangle?

 

I do!  Like Private Property, Texas Tangle is a contemporary erotic romance involving a ménage. In this case, both the heroes—Dillon and Brett—are in love with the heroine, horse breeder Nikki. They’ve both had a thing for her since high school—in fact it nearly destroyed their friendship but when the dust settled neither of them ended up with the girl.  Now ten years later, Nikki’s available, so Dillon makes his move while Brett decides that to preserve his friendship he’ll stand back and let his best friend walk off with the woman he’s loved for years.  But it just about kills him to watch Nikki with Dillon. And worse-listen to the two of them making love in the bedroom next door. Eventually it all comes out so Dillon suggests she date the both of them so Nikki can decide between them.

 

  1. Wow, that sounds hot! Everyone, I hear this book releases today from Carina Press so snatch it up if you’re as intrigued as I!! How did the idea for this book come about, Leah?

 

Again, I got the idea during that trip to Texas back in 2007. One of my critique partners Sue breeds horses and took me to her farm where she introduced me to all things Texas: I went riding and she taught me to shoot, I got up close and personal with prickly pears and even saw a road runner. And the delicious Texas twangs everyone used. How can you not be in Texas and not be inspired to write a western?

 

I’ll confess, Texas Tangle was originally supposed to be a novella, a fun weekend romp just between Nikki and Dillon, but like Sam from Personal Protection,  when Brett walked into a scene and started telling his story, I couldn’t resist adding the dark, troubled hero as a foil to Dillon’s easy-going, happy personality.

 

  1. I love troubled heroes! And speaking about trouble versus happiness . . .please tell us about your writing career. Did you always want to be a writer? When did you start and how long did it take you to get published?

 

I’ve always written, but never showed anyone my writing until around 2004. That’s when I met the woman who is now my critique partner (yes, the one who owns the horse farm) on a non-writing forum. Over a couple of months, she finally got me to share some of my writing with her.  She poked and prodded and kept bugging me until I decided to get serious and submit something for publication. (That took her about two and a half years of emailing me and whacking me up the back of the head, LOL) Thanks to Sue, I wrote my first story—a paranormal about a merman—and pitched it an editor at the conference in July 2007. What do you know, she wanted to see it, so when I got home I submitted it and began the waiting game. While I was waiting to hear back on it, I wrote a couple more stories, including Private Property. After Sue’s continued prodding, I submitted it to Samhain.  Fast forward to the middle of July 2008, and the day after I heard that my original submission with the other publisher had been lost because the editor had quit and destroyed all her submissions. I opened up my email to find a note from Angela James who was the executive editor at Samhain saying she was offering a contract for Private Property.  The final line of her email said “I hope there’s a sequel with Sam’s story in the works!”   I was so thrilled to reply and say, “As a matter of fact, there is!” 

 

  1. Any books you’re working on now?

 

I’m almost afraid to say—I feel like it would jinx them because it can depend on whether the editors are as excited about the projects as I am. But I will mention a few stories I’m working on. The one at the top of the pile is the next in the Hauberk series for Samhain. It’s a reunited love story following Sam’s second-in-command Chad who is put in charge of protecting his ex-wife not realizing she’s protecting him. Lots of sparks, lots of chances for tender moments as well as heated debates.  Chad and his heroine have not been making thing easy—they have not been co-operating with me in telling their story.

 

The other project I’m crossing my fingers about is a proposal for a prequel to Texas Tangle—it’ll be a historical that takes place back in 1850s Texas.  There’s a scene in Texas Tangle where Dillon’s grandmother tells them about her great-grandparents. The outline I’ve got tells their story. The plan is for it to be a novella, and yes, it will involve a ménage. (I can hear you saying “Gee, what a shock!”)

 

  1. Being a writer like you, I know that good things don’t come easy, and sometimes we have to work harder than we ever imagined we had to to reach our goals.  What has been the hardest part of being a writer for you?

 

The hardest part for me has been balancing the ‘business of writing’ (I had no idea edits and all the promo authors have to do behind the scenes would take SO much time) and family life. I’m a member of the ‘sandwich’ generation where I have to look after my two sons and help them as they find their way out into the world, and my parents who live an hour away and have required a lot of attention that has taken me away from both my kids and my writing. It’s been extremely tough to juggle some days.

 

  1. What about the good parts? What is it about writing that keeps you glued to the chair when even the muse doesn’t stop by to work a certain day?

 

One of the best things about writing is the friendship I’ve found. I’ve met so many supportive people in the writing world, both published and unpublished authors who are willing to listen to me vent or whine and then deliver the needed kick in the pants to get me back on path. It’s nice to connect with other people who can share the ups-and-downs of writing because writing is generally a solitary endeavor between an author and her computer (or her pad of paper.)  And I have to admit, those royalty checks sure help keep my butt in the chair too ;)

 

  1. Ok, let’s talk about guilty pleasures! I know that my guilty pleasures include: chocolate, a glass of Bailey’s, and internet shopping. Care to share some guilty pleasures with us?

 

Hmm, this is tougher than I thought it should be because lately I’ve tried not to indulge in chocolate or anything containing sugar (which formerly were my guilty pleasures.) *drops voice to a whisper* I indulge in far too many games of Mahjong on my computer when I should be working. Does that count? 

 

 

  1. What’s your typical writing day like? Do you work on schedule? Are you a plotter or a pantster?

 

My typical writing day has changed since I got published naturally. I’m generally up by 7 and on my computer by 7:30 checking out my email.  Some days it’ll be a couple hours before I open a document on Word, but I always try to get some forward writing done in the mornings when I’m freshest.  I edit or work on blog posts or other type of writing in the afternoons, and doing all the bazillion other fiddly jobs that I have to do in the evenings.  

 

Plotter or pantser. *gulp*  Sort of a combination? It’s an on-going organic process. I’ve always had to know where I’m going—the beginning, the high points in the middle and the ending, and all the questions have to be answered. That’s how I wrote Private Property. Unfortunately part of my brain forgot that I needed to know all that stuff with Personal Protection and I ended up writing and deleting and writing and deleting.  I figure I wrote about 130,000 words and ended up keeping about 75,000.  But for Texas Tangle, I declared my first draft done at 22,000. Then went through it and made notes to add or expand scenes, the second draft was 44,000, and the final version is just over 72,000.  I like working that way much better.  So for Chad’s story and the Texas Tangle prequel, what I’m doing is writing out what scenes I need, and from whose viewpoint and what that scene needs to show, so I guess I’ve firmly crossed over into plotter territory.

 

  1. For all those writers out there, do you have any wisdom to impart?

 

For newbie writers, the best advice I can give is “write!”  I’ve met a lot of people who have introduced themselves very enthusiastically saying “I’m a writer too.” But when I start talking to them I find out they’ve never actually finished writing a manuscript.  If your dream is to be published, that’s never going to happen with an unfinished manuscript. So what are you waiting for? Put your butt in the chair, put your hands on the keyboard (or your pen to paper, or turn on your voice recorder—whatever works for you) and write. 

 

For those writers who have finished something, find a really good critique partner or partners and learn to take criticism—learn what to listen to, and what not to listen to. (They’re equally important.) Then edit your manuscript until it shines. Once it’s all polished up, send it out and start writing your next book. Lather, rinse, repeat.

 

  1. Leah, I absolutely love your website design. Please tell us where we can visit you often, find news about you and your new releases, etc.

 

I love my website design too—isn’t it dramatic? You can sign up for a newsletter on the site—I don’t share the information with anyone else, and I don’t spam you. I only send out a newsletter if I have a release or a big contest going on, so you’ll generally only get about three newsletters a year from me.  You’ll get more information following my meanderings either on my blog or on Twitter. Oh, and I’m on Facebook as well, both with my personal page and a fan page.

 

Leah, it’s been such a pleasure to have you. Thank you so much for your valuable time and for gifting us with this fabulous interview!! I can’t wait to snuggle up with Texas Tangle. And for everyone who’s looking for a hot read, I’m offering a free copy of Personal Protection to a lucky random commenter today so don’t be shy and say hi to Leah Braemel! :)

Sash gets a Holt Medallion Merit Award!

Hey! Great news around here for the past couple of weeks!

Firstly, I’ve been invited into another St. Martin’s Romantic Suspense anthology, and I’m thrilled with this second invite and can’t wait to get started on this story.

Also, I just learned that THE SATIN SASH has won a Holt Medallion 2010 Merit Award! It’s an incredible honor to receive this award, and I also send my most heartfelt congratulations to the other merit award winners and overall winners as well! You can see the full list at: 2010 HOLT MEDALLION LIST

Hope you’re having a great summer! Me? I’ve been working on my edits for THE LAST KISS, coming out sometime next year, and waiting to hear from Desire to see if they liked my third proposal… I’ll keep you posted!

Red

Blogging out Tuesday!

Hey!

I’m blogging today at Leah Braemel’s blog – comment to win a free copy of THE SATIN SASH! Also, keep an eye out for Leah, who’ll be visiting my blog late this month as well!

I’ll also be blogging today at the Silhouette Desire Author’s blog, so stop by and say hi, there’s another prize for you, too. :)

Red

Booksellers’ Best Award Finalist!

Hey gang!

I’ve been buried in the writing cave for the past couple of weeks, working furiously on revisions and a new proposal. But I had to pop in and share some great news. I’ve just been informed that The Satin Sash finaled in the 2010 Booksellers’ Best Award contest – twice!

That’s right! In both the Erotic Romance category, as well as in the Best First Book category. I’m so excited to see some other great names in this list as well! Congratulations to all the finalists!

Now, the winners of this contest – hosted by the Greater Detroit RWA chapter – will be announced at the Romance Writers of America National Conference in Orlando in July. I wasn’t still sure whether I’d be able to attend but now I’m really scrambling to be able to go!

Here’s a list of the finalists:

TRADITIONAL

Helen Brenna
From The Outside

Lucy Gordon
Italian Tycoon, Secret Son

Fiona Harper
Invitation to the Boss’s Ball

Glynna Kaye
Dreaming Of Home

Joselyn Vaughn
CEO’s Don’t Cry

SHORT CONTEMPORARY

Christine Columbus
The Perfect Country and Western Story

Robyn Grady
The Billionaire’s Fake Engagement

Sandra Hyatt
Having The Billionaire’s Baby

Geri Krotow
What Family Means

Lynne Marshall
Temporary Doctor, Surprise Father

Cara Summers
Twin Temptation

Cara Summers
Christmas Male

ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

Kylie Brant
Waking The Dead

Marilee Brothers
Rock and Roll Queen of Bedlam

Ava Gray
Skin Game

Sandy James
Free Falling

EROTIC

Jaci Burton
Riding On Instinct

Red Garnier
The Satin Sash

Lara Santiago
Rogue’s Run

Shelli Stevens
Take Me

Tracy Wolff
Full Exposure

SINGLE TITLE

Toni Blake
One Reckless Summer

Marilyn Brant
According To Jane

Robin Kaye
Breakfast in Bed

Susan Mallery
Hot On Her Heels

Karen White
The Lost Hours

LONG CONTEMPORARY

Lisa Dale
Simple WIshes

Susan Gable
A Kid To The Rescue

Elaine Grant
No Hero Like Him

Janice Maynard
Hot Mail

Terry McLaughlin
A Small Town Reunion

Kay Stockham
Simon Says Mommy

Linda Warren
Caitlyn’s Prize

INSPIRATIONAL

Sandra Bricker
Love Finds You in Holiday, Florida

Amanda Cabot
Paper Roses

Irene Hannon
An Eye for an Eye

Trish Perry
Sunset Beach

Marlo Schalesky
If Tomorrow Never Comes

Missy Tippens
His Forever Love

PARANORMAL/TIME TRAVEL/FUTURISTIC

Sharon Ashwood
Ravenous: The Dark Forgotten

Maureen Child
Vanished

Lisa Childs
Immortal bride

Gail Dayton
New Blood

Cynthia Eden
Midnight’s Master

Ann Hinnenkamp
Dyad Dreams

Sharon Sala

The Warrior
SHORT HISTORICAL

Jennifer Ashley
The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie

Caroline Fyffe
Where The Wind Blows

Carolyn Jewel
Indiscreet

Margaret Mallory
Knight of Pleasure

Elizabeth Rolls
Lord Braybrook’s Penniless Bride

Christine Wells
Wicked Little Game

LONG HISTORICAL

Anna Campbell
Captive of Sin

Hannah Howell
If He’s Wicked

Hannah Howell
If He’s Sinful

Regina Jeffers
Darcy’s Temptation

BEST FIRST BOOK

Marilyn Brant
According To Jane

Red Garnier
The Satin Sash

Ann Hinnenkamp
Dyad Dreams

Glynna Kaye
Dreaming Of Home

I Have Goodies!

This summer, we’re celebrating the release of my two newest Red-hot reads!

To receive a free bookmark featuring The Feather and The Secretary’s Bossman Bargain, click here to download a copy, or send a self-addressed and stamped envelope to:

Red Garnier
17503 LaCantera Pkwy
Suite 104 #303
San Antonio, TX 78257

THE SECRETARY’S BOSSMAN BARGAIN

The cover for my Silhouette Desire debut, THE SECRETARY’S BOSSMAN BARGAIN, is here! 

This book is out in stores July 2010, and I swear I can’t stop staring at its lovely, lovely cover.

Wow. Silhouette did an amazing job capturing the characters – from their physical looks, to how fiercely they want each other, even what they wear. Just look at these two!

If my website doesn’t burst up in flames, then I’m sure my laptop will!

 

BOSSMANCOVER

Men of Danger – a NOR Top Pick!

Men of Danger is out before the month is over, and Terri at Night Owl Romance has just posted an awesome review for this sexy read!

5 stars – TOP PICK!

“If you want to spend a few hours with some very sexy men and find out who is behind some really bad things, pick any of these stories. All have a who did it aspect as well as an excellent love story satisfying any reader of suspense romance. This book is sure not to disappoint and sure to leave you with a smile on your face.”

Click here to read the full review!

Thank you, Terri and Night Owl Romance, for taking the time to read and review our stories! And congratulations to my fabulous anthology partners. Of course I’m not surprised. ;)

Red

Chat today!

Hey gang!

I’ll be chatting tonight with the talented, amazing Lorie O’Clare at the Fallen Angel Reviews chat room!

Chat starts at 9 pm E – I hope you’ll join us here!!

And for those of you looking for a yummy new read, Tracy Wolff’s TEASE ME releases today. Woot! Congrats, Tracy. I should be getting my copy this week and can’t wait to cuddle up with this very sexy read!

The Satin Sash gets Reviewer’s Choice Award from Two Lips Reviews!

I’m absolutely thrilled to share that The Satin Sash has just received a Reviewer’s Choice Award from Two Lips Reviews! Yay!

Here’s the shiny, shiny prize . . .

And you can click here to read the full, exciting review from Victoria at Two Lips!

Shayla Black’s DELICIOUS out in stores today!

For all of you Shayla Black fans out there, I’m sure you’ve been awaiting the release of DELICIOUS as eagerly as I have. So now, ladies and gents, the wait is over! Yes, siree. DELICIOUS is out in stores today and sure to be a hot, sizzling read I’ll be curling up to!

Here’s a teaser from the author, who’s hosting a DELICIOUS TEASE contest along with the talented Tracy Wolff throughout March and April. Don’t miss out!

BLURB:
He can’t control his desire.

 
 Luc Traverson’s entire future is planned out—but there is one very sexy obstacle in his path: Alyssa Devereaux . She’s a former exotic dancer turned strip club owner and restaurateur. Recently, Alyssa and Luc shared one night of wild abandon that left Luc terrified by his loss of self-control—and Alyssa desperate for more.


 And that’s just the way she wants it.


 Fulfilling a promise, Luc is the guest chef for Alyssa’s restaurant debut. The sight of her makes Luc wild, so how can he survive a week without letting loose and ravaging her—especially when she’s begging for it? Luc’s desire for her explodes when he realizes he isn’t the only man desperate to have her. But one of the others is deadly. And that’s not the end of Alyssa’s secrets…which are as dark and mysterious and enticing as her fantasies.

EXCERPT:

Until Alyssa Devereaux, had he ever gotten stone hard just by looking at a woman from across a room? Luc didn’t like the answer.

He didn’t have to wonder what was under that little skirt; he knew. Sleek thighs surrounded by garters in some color designed to drive a man wild. A lacy thong that would reveal far more of her assets than it concealed. And under that . . . The feel and taste of her slick, swollen folds dive-bombed his memory and revved him up, as if he’d injected rocket fuel in his bloodstream.

And he had to work beside her for a week. Hell. How was he going to prevent a recurrence of the event he wanted to forget—yet couldn’t?

You’re a professional. Cook and keep your hands to yourself. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had nothing else to think about. Negotiations for his cable TV show were nearly at an end. He had a bit of editing to do on his latest cookbook. There wouldn’t be that much downtime this week, but what little there’d be, he would fill.

Clearly, Alyssa had a way to fill her time as well. The huge slab of man at her side whose cheek she’d kissed a moment ago wore a Sexy Sirens T-shirt stretched across his enormous chest. A bartender? A bouncer? Whoever he was, the guy slanted a possessive glance at Alyssa that Luc couldn’t miss, then glared at him.

Tamping down his irrational anger, Luc reminded himself that if Alyssa wanted to fuck her hired help, that was her business.

The violent urge to dismember her employee would pass.

Alyssa took a step toward Luc, then another.

“Mistress Alyssa,” a female called over the speakers in a saucy vamp voice. “Your turn!”

She stopped. Closed her eyes. Sighed. Bracing herself?

Then, as if the hesitation had never been, she flashed him a cool blue gaze, pointed at a chair in front of the stage, then turned away and strode backstage. Luc couldn’t help himself. He watched her walk away, the sway of those curvy hips a siren call. Damn.

If they had been alone, there was no way Luc could have prevented himself from touching her. Period.

Unless he wanted another brush with his uncontrollable wild side, he needed to forget his reckless promise to her and get out of this job. Now.

Reluctantly, Luc sauntered to the front of the stage and sat in the chair Alyssa had indicated. As soon as she finished whatever the hell she was doing and talked to him, he’d tell her all bets were off. Hell, he’d pay her for her inconvenience.

Because if he stayed, his dick would get him into trouble. He’d have her naked and be between her legs in two minutes. Or less. And that would be bad. He was looking for Mrs. Right, someone uncomplicated who wanted children as much as he did and would help him keep his beast at bay. Alyssa Devereaux, stripper divine, was definitely not that woman.

Suddenly, music pounded through the speakers, blaring with a naughty beat, a wicked slide of horn. Every note suggested sex—the hot, sweaty, no-boundaries variety.

The type he’d had with her and wanted again.

Pulling his loose shirt over his lap to cover his erection, Luc watched as Alyssa strutted onto the stage. She’d piled her straight platinum hair into some wild arrangement on top of her head and donned a sequined bolero jacket in red. He was dying to see what she wore underneath. The way she moved was an invitation . . . and a promise.

She planted her stiletto-clad feet in front of him with a decisive step, then swung her hips, making a sensual circle. She flattened her palm across the bare skin of her tanned abdomen—and began lowering it. She reached down . . . so damn slowly. Luc’s breath caught in his chest until, finally, she touched herself. Oh, hell.

Her fingers glided between her legs, and she tossed her head back as if she was in utter ecstasy.

Luc swallowed. And started to sweat.

With a jerk of her head, Alyssa snapped her gaze back to him, her eyes like focused blue lasers jolting him to his toes.

Damn it, his nine weeks of dating church secretaries, interior decorators, and elementary school teachers showed. Not one of them had incited an erection. During that time, he’d awakened in the middle of the night more than once, sweating, his dick in his hand and Alyssa’s name on his lips. Now, after less than five minutes in her presence, he felt ready to explode.

He had to think about the right F words—future and family. Unfortunately, with Alyssa near, the urge to fuck her again kept killing his good intentions.

In the next moment, she released the soft strands of her hair, which hugged her shoulders, clung to her breasts, flirted with her waist. Then she peeled off the little jacket and left it carelessly on the floor, exposing a tiny half top Luc could swear showed the shadows of her areolas. She stepped over the jacket and strutted toward the pole in the center of the stage. When she gripped it with both hands and undulated against it, pressing it to the juncture of her thighs, Luc damn near choked.

And still she continued to stare as if she danced just for him.

The music swelled, wailing with sensuality and suggestion. Alyssa upped her game, sticking a finger into the wet cavern of her mouth and sucking. More blood rushed to Luc’s cock at the memory of her mouth around him, her tongue slick across the head, inciting a sizzle that burned his whole body. Even months later, he could feel the lash of her tongue, the hot silk of her mouth. He shuddered.

With a kittenish smile, Alyssa popped her finger from her mouth and drew the damp fingertip down her cleavage. Then her palm took over, smoothing her right breast with an invitation to pure sin on her gorgeous face.

Dear God, no wonder she’d built herself a little empire here in Lafayette. The woman was a walking wet dream and did her job well. No red-blooded, heterosexual male could withstand such intense teasing and stay sane.

Out of the corner of his eye, Luc saw Alyssa’s employee, the one she’d touched earlier, sidle closer to the stage. With a quick turn of his head, Luc quickly saw that the mountain in the tight black T-shirt was tense, panting, and sporting a bulge that said he wanted to get busy.

Luc wished he could say that didn’t piss him off. But he’d be lying.

Then, as Luc’s stare returned to the stage, he damn near forgot his own name.

Alyssa turned her back on him and bent at the waist, staring at him over one mostly bare shoulder with a fuck-me look that stunned him. Luc gripped the arms of his chair, willing himself to stay in it, not charge up on the stage, lay her flat, and get inside her again this instant.

The spaghetti strap of her little top was falling down her arm. And that indecent skirt . . . With her bent over, the hint of the bare ass cheeks flashed from beneath the black silk. Her garters were a come-hither red. Her thong—he could see only a scrap of it—matched.

Soft fingers teased their way up her shin, her thigh, and disappeared under that little skirt. Her eyes half-closed, her sultry mouth parted on a silent moan of seeming self-pleasure. His entire body tensed.
He had to get the hell out of there.

Her hands swept up her undulating hips, gathering the skirt with them. She tugged at the little black garment, and it fluttered to the floor. The tanned halves of her backside, bisected by a bit of red lace, crashed fresh lust into his chest, making it damn hard to breathe.

Alyssa had a gorgeous ass. But he’d known that. Luc squeezed his eyes shut so the visual temptation of her bare flesh didn’t taunt him. Memories of tunneling into her ass pounded him instead. Her perfect willingness to take him any way he’d wanted. The tightness of her damp, musky body clasping him. The sweat dripping off of them as he’d thrust deep. Her moans.

Christ, the burning lust had to stop—at least long enough to tell her that he wouldn’t be staying.

Praying the torture would end soon, Luc opened his eyes. And sucked in a breath.

Alyssa flashed him a naughty smile of invitation as she ripped her small top right down the front to reveal a red demi bra that barely covered her nipples. Hard nipples. Pink, melt-in-his-mouth nipples he remembered all too well.

Luc squirmed in his chair—and nearly went off like a teenage boy. Beyond aroused, his cock was so sensitive, the feel of denim sliding against the head nearly had him coming.

He had to leave. Forget the polite conversation; he’d send her an e-mail with an explanation. Because if he stayed, he would shove his long-term goals aside and fuck her senseless.

As he stood, Luc mentally reviewed a list of chefs—female ones—he could pay to assist Alyssa this week. A short list, but a few durable names. He’d send idiotproof recipes . . .

The red bra dropped to the ground at Alyssa’s feet.

Her large breasts were as golden as the rest of her body and swayed gracefully with her every undulation, every step. Those nipples he remembered so damn well beckoned, Taste me.

Turn away! he demanded of himself.

His legs didn’t move.

Alyssa danced her way down the stairs, holding her breasts up in offering. She pranced past her aroused employee and shot the man a mirthful smile as she caressed the side of his face. Luc tensed when the beefy guy tried to snatch her up in his arms. But Alyssa was too fast and spun out of his grip, toward Luc.

The damp spot at the front of her thong kicked him in the gut. He clenched his fists as she danced closer, closer . . .

She dropped to her knees before him and looked up. Their gazes locked. She panted. Hard. Despite his jeans, her hot breaths caressed his cock. Release broiled in his balls, and he hadn’t touched her once.

There was no way he could stop himself from reaching out to tangle his fingers into her hair and bringing her mouth closer.

 

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