It’s getting closer! Release day for Summer Summer Heat: Love on Fire and my new novella, Summer Lovin’ is only two short months away!
Guaranteed to make your blood run hot. Passion, steamy nights, excitement, and suspense. Something to suit every reader’s taste. Grab a cool drink (you’ll need it!), find a hammock, and curl up for an unforgettable escape.
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I’m so excited to be taking part in the set with many of the leading authors in romance today.
I hope you’ll consider trying this set out, perfect for those hot summer nights 🙂
Every Monday until release day, May 24, 2016, I will be sharing an exclusive excerpt from the stories included in the set, so stay tuned!
First up is a rather steamy scene from my book, Summer Lovin’. I hope you enjoy it 🙂
Rebecca was in Hell.
What other explanation could there be for the reappearance of Mitch in her life when she’d worked so diligently to avoid him for the best part of eighteen hundred and eighteen days—not that she was counting.
The divorce papers sitting on the desk at home were burning a hole through her brain, making her ache with things she dared not admit.
He looked amazing, by far the most handsome in a room full of fine-looking men. His white dress shirt emphasized the breadth of those impossibly wide shoulders honed to steel by years of honest manual labor. But then she’d always admired that about him. When his football career had come to an abrupt end he could have turned to a bottle and no one would have faulted him for it. Instead he picked himself up, went to a community college, got his welding ticket, and opened a business. Now his work was often sought after from all over the state and his shop had grown from a backyard garage to a fully equipped warehouse on a prime piece of Tidal Falls land. Mitch Taylor was a local success story.
He grasped her hand and she reluctantly followed his lead across a floor now packed with swaying bodies. He didn’t stop until they reached a shadowed alcove off to one side of the stage, then turned and held out his arms, and like a lamb she stepped forward, letting his jacket drop onto a nearby chair. The moment his arms wrapped around her and his calloused fingers found the bare skin of her lower back, Becky knew she was in trouble.
Her startled gaze rushed upward and tangled in the molten heat of his amber eyes. The light and shadows created by their surroundings turned his face lean and mysterious and oh-so-hypnotic. Someone bumped into them but she barely noticed, she was so caught up in his aura. It had been like this before—in Las Vegas.
Rebecca tried to pull away, her heart beating double time, an out-of-sync counterpoint to the drums playing on stage. Mitch simply tugged her off-balance so that she had to grasp the front of his shirt to keep from falling—not that he would have let her. There were many things about Mitch Taylor that bothered her but she never doubted his kindness.
He bowed his head and rested his cheek against her temple and his voice rumbled through her soul. “It’s just a dance, sweetheart. What are you afraid of?”
Everything.
Him.
Herself.
She gave in and let him win this round, besides her body had already betrayed her and snuggled into the protective warmth of his chest. They were barely moving, her hips brushing his hardened thighs leaving her breathless and aching. His fingers were exploring each curve and valley, learning her spine like braille.
Her own hands were busy documenting the changes since they’d last known the ridges and planes of a man’s chest. They may have been separated but she’d never once given thought to sleeping with anyone else, even if her marriage was little more than a hoax. That’s what had hurt the most, finding out from her friends the next morning that it had all been an elaborate joke to drag her out of her shell. She’d run before she found out exactly what Mitch got out of the cruel act, well, other than the obvious of course.
Disturbed from her sensual fog, Rebecca lifted her head with the intention of ending this farce. But before she could string two words together Mitch’s lips lowered to hers. All the lights and sounds became a sparkling kaleidoscope and mixed with the sheer perfection of his mouth.
Oh my…
She could die happy right now, in this moment. That wicked, delicious tongue knew where every nerve was located and how to parry and thrust until Becky was utterly lost. She hung on for dear life with her eyes sealed shut to keep the world at bay and let him sweep her away. Every sense was on fire. Her skin seemed to reach out, desperate to know the mastery of his touch. Her feet were floating, no, that was Mitch. He held her so close she could feel his arousal. Somehow, that helped. Knowing he was as affected by what was happening as she was made her feel less helpless, more in control.
Her arms had climbed and now roped around his neck, keeping his head where she wanted it. Her pelvis ground itself against his erection, desperate for some kind of release… until the nearby laughter from a couple of women nearby ripped the blindfold away.
What was she doing? They’d practically been having sex in the middle of the dance floor for crying out loud. Frantic, she tried to push away, her gaze searching for witnesses to this debacle and only minimally relaxing when she realized the room was half dark and no one was looking at them. Mitch refused to let her go, and she practically growled, “Get your hands off of me.”
Slow on the uptake, it took him a moment to switch focus and realize she wasn’t on the same page anymore. Hell, she didn’t even want to be in the same book.
He loosened his grip and took a step back, hands raised in surrender. “Calm down. What’s your problem?”
Seriously?
“You, Mitch Taylor. You’re my fricken problem. But not for much longer.”
She turned, and with as much dignity as a woman on the edge could summon, she walked off the dance floor and into the blessed darkness.
About the Author:
Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂
Jacquie writes Romantic Suspense with tough, alpha males who know what they want, until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them that what they really need is love.
Jacquie has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happy-ever-afters.
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Thanks, Melissa 🙂 Me either!
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