Well, I’ve taken a few days off for the holiday and I admit I had a good time. Had some challenges – as it seems with every holiday – including hitting a deer head on for the second time in a year and an odd truck window issue. But I have to say Deer 0 and Dodge Ram 2 so… I also had my oven go on Christmas Eve but hey – we have grills, right? But what I have to say is that I’m thankful for so many things including good friends and family – some of which have been going through difficult times. I wanted to shout out first to my BFF, my confidant, the woman I’ve cried with shared good and bad times in life with both in writing and in life. We’ve shared all the things about the publishing and writing world over late nights on Facebook and conversations on the phone. I consider her my bestir above all women – most women truly don’t like me. And guess what kids – I’ve never met her.
Suzzana C. Ryan – also known as Susan Ryan is a breast cancer survivor, one of the lucky ones. I was on FB the day she was diagnosed. I argued with her about her decision for a full breast removal and yesterday she found out after months of dealing with this she is cancer free. Is she out of the water permanently? Well, the doctors will be careful as they should be but this lady gets to live her life. I pay homage to the wonderful lady I call my friend and wish her all the happiness in the world. I applaud your courage and your love through all of this and the generosity and friendship you’ve given me. Lady – you are my hero.
I have a lot of thanks to give including my new cover artist – who revealed himself finally as my cover artist who was formally with Rebel Ink Press. Toby Sullivan is Carl Franklin’s true muse. It was his secret to tell and I also applaud him for a courage that he and I understand. To that end I hope you’ll enjoy his never cover (he’s now done like 15 of several of mine that were released from Rebel) and remember his talent, share in his talent and I have it on good authority he just might do a cover for other authors… The first in the re-releases – coming in a couple of weeks. This will be a new series and I think you’ll find it pretty darn hot.
SPICY WHITE CHOCOLATE
As she pulled into the parking lot of Sauce and Spice, a loaded Ford F-350 decked out with a camper shell and ladders braced on top caught her attention. Somehow she’d forgotten she was supposed to meet a crew to repair the wind damaged rear door. Growl, there were too many things on her plate. Climbing out of the car, she eyed the tall man who stood with his arms folded and for a moment, her breath caught in the back of her throat. His steel blue tee shirt hugged his torso and even from where she stood, Shawna could make out every muscle rippling against the thin material. The form fitting jeans accentuated the bulge between his legs and she stood still, simply enjoying the titillating view. The hunk was calendar worthy hot. Whew.
Long, carved legs, shaggy midnight hair that crested just to his shoulders and a dark tan was almost too much for her libido to bear. Her pussy quivering, she inched forward and smiled. What the hell is his name? She was never at a loss. Never. She darted a quick glance and could see what had to be a mischievous smirk on his face. With every step the electricity sparking between them went into super hyper-drive. “Austin Tomlin?”
He tipped his head and nodded. “Ms. Dupres?”
Holy fuck! His deep baritone voice alone sent a series of quivers deep inside her cunt. “Shawna.” Hiding behind his dark shades, she could still see the way he was gazing down the length of her body. Or maybe she was just praying he was. Her nipples hardened as he slowly dipped his head and as her tight buds scraped against the thin material, she fought the whimper bubbling to the surface. Inhaling deeply, the light breeze dragged his sensuous cologne to her, wafting across her nose. The mixture of exotic spice and woodsy male assaulted her senses and for the first time in years, she fought racing toward the man and dropping to her knees.
Only he was more of a boy. Even behind the Raybans, she could easily tell he couldn’t be more than twenty-eight or so. While his features were rugged, his body carved, it was the lilt in his voice and smooth skin that gave away his age. Perhaps for all the wrong reasons she hungered for him in a way she couldn’t explain. No, this couldn’t happen in any way, shape or form. She was an adult. But what about the contest? Hmmm… “Sorry I’m late. I apologize.”
“No problem, I just got here. I believe the ticket said you have some storm damage?” Lifting his shades, he grinned and blazed a long trail down the length of her body, licking his lips.
“Yes,” she breathed, trying her best not to giggle like a schoolgirl. When had any man garnered a lust filled moment so quickly? She stood still, trying to collect her thoughts and force the raging tiger back into her harness. “Um…sorry. It’s around back.”
Steadying her nerves, Shawna removed her sunglasses as she sauntered around the side of the building. The Spanish style adobo was nestled against a bank of trees, hiding the majority of the perimeter from prying eyes. And as she stood in the rear completely alone with the God like hunk, she realized anything and everything wicked could happen without anyone seeing much. The sinful thought gave her another series of trickles sweeping into her cunt and there was no doubt by her musky scent that her panties were damp. “Here you go. That terrible rainstorm a couple weeks ago almost ripped the door off the hinges. I should have done something earlier.”
“Doesn’t look too bad. I’m sure I can knock it out quickly.”
“I’m…sure you can.” And I’m sure you can fuck me in the walk-in hard like a wild animal too.
“Are you all right? You seem flushed.” Crowding her space, he pressed a stray lock of hair from her lips, his eyes twinkling. Twirling the strand around his finger, a smile curled across his lips.
“Fine!” Said a little too quickly, she swallowed hard, nodded and resisted gazing at the thick bulge between his legs. Had he somehow swollen in the time since they’d met? Damn, if his husky voice didn’t send an entire series of tremors dancing down her spine. The man took hot and sultry to an entirely new level. Dangerous was the word. She fanned her face and ignored the beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of her face. “I’m sorry, it’s just the heat. I have some things to do inside, but you’re welcome to come in anytime you need to cool off.” Turning slowly, she smiled and walked toward the end of the building, making sure she put one foot in front of the other. There was no way she was going to slide past his body without stroking his cock so going in the back door was out, damaged or not. Lord girl, you’re going to burn in hell.
“What if I prefer a little raging heat?”
“What?” Did Austin just proposition her? No…there was no way. “I’m sorry?”
“I’ll let you know when I’m done.” Austin grinned and raised a single eyebrow.
And every part of her body shivered. “Thanks.” Shawna gave him a sideways glance before heading around the front. As she unlocked the entrance door, she was suddenly grateful she’d have at least a solid two hours before anyone else arrived for work. She glanced at the stereo system and flipped the on button, switching back and forth between genres until she found a sizzling Latin station. Donning an apron, she gathered the items for the white chocolate treat and went to work washing and cutting fruit.
While the fondue itself wasn’t time consuming to make, she was in no hurry. Besides from where she stood in the kitchen, she could just make out Austin as he came and went fixing the back door. The heavenly eye candy made her breathless and barely able to concentrate. As the gorgeous man turned and moved, his hard body pressed against the tight confines of his clothing and she imagined his sexy body naked in all his glory standing under a cascading waterfall. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she finally forced herself to finish her task and ignore him.
Yet the mere thought of kissing him remained hovered in the back of her mind calling to the naughty vixen inside like a wanton beacon of lust. As she began singing the Enrique Iglasias song in the few words of Spanish she knew, she concentrated on preparing the rich chocolate treat. Opening the can of anchos, she set them aside. They’d go in last. The chef and the rest of the evening staff would be in soon enough and she wanted to make sure of her recipe before she became busy with the business end of her day.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
Startled, Shawna jumped and knocked the pan of warming chocolate off the burner. As it skittered toward the edge of the counter, they both moved toward the steel pan as if in slow motion. “Fuck!” Almost able to jerk the handle back, instead, she managed to knock the stainless steel further off the edge and straight into Austin’s pants. “Shit!” Sucking in her breath, she watched in horror as the strings of white goo oozed down his dense jeans as she threw her hand over her mouth, fighting bubbling laughter. “Oh…my…God!”
Austin chuckled, glanced down at his ruined clothes and dipped his finger into the mess. “I guess I’m your taste tester tonight.” Dragging the end of his finger over the seam of his mouth, he lifted his head, undressed her with his eyes as he pulsed his finger in and out of his mouth, allowing the sucking sounds to filter into the air. “Hot and silky, just the way I love all things delicious.”
(The Piranha Girls Book Club)
What will five highly professional and well-respected women do to entice their erotic book club meetings? A game of seduction perhaps? Developing sinful stories of their own? Join them as they search for the perfect younger hunks to help satisfy their secret fantasies, indulging in uninhibited moments of passion. What happens when the selected men find out about their rouse?
Shawna Dupres was more than ready to have a steamy affair and so were the women in her erotic book club. Forming a wicked pact, each was to hunt and seduce a man. The winner would receive an all expenses paid weekend for the lucky couple. The kick was the hunk had to be much younger. Unfortunately owning Sauce and Spice, an upscale Cajun bistro and one with serious financial troubles forced long hours. She desperately needed inspiration for a spicy dessert and a way to save her livelihood. When Austin Tomlin arrived to repair a storm-damaged door, she knew the brawny man might be the tasty treat that could kick start her career and her libido. A spicy white chocolate fondue was a huge hit all the way around.
Austin craved the voluptuous woman at first sight and while she was years older, it only added to her allure and he knew Karma was giving him more than a hint or two. Engaging in a conversation, the sparks flew and they entered into a wild tryst in the middle of the kitchen, realizing they both craved more. Unfortunately Austin wasn’t who he purported himself to be and his secret could finish their relationship before it even started. Then again, if he came clean, he might be able to help her save her restaurant. But Shawna had been burned before. Could she trust this man to save not only her restaurant but also her heart?
I hope you enjoyed and remember to give thanks for all you have…
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