Friday, October 17, 2014

Second Hope Cowboy--Excerpt!

Who loves a cowboy? What makes a cowboy even better is when he has a heart of gold. Fall in love with one of my Second Chance Cowboys today!

Pushing aside his irritation, he examined the best route to the bottom of the hill. He realized there wasn’t one easy way down.
Taking the hillside sideways, his boots sank into the grass but held their own as he slowly made his way to the bottom.
Five feet.
Three feet.
And he was almost there without falling on his ass—Then it happened. His left boot slid, he flailed his arms to gain his balance, but then the other foot gave way and down he went onto his backside. His jaw clanked as he hit the dirt. “Shit!”

“Oops…now it looks like we both need a shower,” Hope said through laughter.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” He shook his head. He slowly came to a standing position, balancing his legs in the mud. “I think you just wanted to see me dirty.”

She was still laughing.“Want your hat back now?” she said.

“Well I did come all the way down here for it, didn’t I?”Keeping the hat above the mud, she pushed herself to her knees, moving upward like a baby taking its first steps.Tucker clamped his fingers around her elbow, helping her. When she was standing ankle deep in mud, he let go and she fell against his chest, her arms naturally came around his waist, holding on.

He looked down into her beautiful eyes. Tension spiraled through him, excitement traveling across his nerve endings, straight to the one part of him that had been hard since she came back into his breathing space. He couldn’t get wrapped up in her beauty or her seduction again. The woman he’d known and loved wouldn’t have walked away from their marriage. She especially wouldn’t have settled for some high maintenance doc.

She didn’t release her hold on him—and he didn’t move away. They stood there, staring at each other. He should move all right—straight back up the hill and far away from her.

But what happened next blurred the barrier between right and wrong. She palmed his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the line of his jaw. Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip trembled.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” His throat ached with each word.

“Like how?” Her tongue came out and brushed across her bottom lip. The tip of his cock tingled and his balls tightened. The woman had power—he had to admit it.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” One corner of her mouth slipped into mischief.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve lost my ability to read you.”

“I’m thinking that I want to kiss you. Any argument?”

Damn, yes, lots, but he couldn’t find his voice.

She lifted higher and brought her lips to his. The kiss was warm and nice, but she’d made the move that unleashed all of his guard and resistance.Bringing his muddy hands up, he entwined his hands through her hair and tugged her against his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Is that all you got?”“I haven’t even started.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths met in a frenzied need—tongues battling, tasting, exploring.

He couldn’t get enough.Burying his hand under her shirt, he slipped his fingers under her bra and claimed one breast, rolling the puffy, thick nipple under his palm. She arched against him, her head dropped to the side and her hair spread like a satin waterfall.
He lifted his mouth, only slightly, so he could look down at her.

“If we don’t stop, this is going to go all the way.”

“Don’t stop, Tuck. Please.” Her breathless cry did him in.Pressing his mouth against hers again, he licked her insides as he quickly undid the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans.

He wanted to take things slow, but it wasn’t possible.

And by the way she grasped at his clothes, his chest, scraping her fingernails over exposed skin, she needed it to go real quick too.

But they couldn’t do anything in the mud.Lifting her into his arms, he carefully carried her a few feet away to a patch of grass in the sun. He set her on her feet, but she still clutched his shirt in her fists.  

Moving his fingers to her waist, he realized she was trembling. He was shaking too. It’d been a long time since he’d felt like school boy on his first date.Her shorts were easily lowered, falling to her ankles, revealing a slip of red panties. His mouth salivated and his cock twitched, aching for freedom. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Her gaze dropped to his length and a sweet smile curved her shell pink lips. That was almost his undoing.No words of request were needed. She turned with her back to him, bending slightly, bringing her bottom high in a welcome to sample.

He wasted no time, wanting to steal the moment before it slipped through his fingers.Grasping his shaft with his clean hand, he swirled his head around her creamy slit, and in one thrust, he buried himself into her tight pussy. Entombing himself in her coiled muscle, she took all of him, but he stilled, needing a moment to adjust as her tight sheath wrapped around him.

When he was in control, he moved inside of her, pushing into her moist center, staring at the place where their bodies united and his dark skin slicked with her juices. He wanted to taste her…but that would come…he’d make sure of it.

“What was that?”Her question barely broke through his focus.“Tucker?” Her body went still and her breaths calmed, her shoulders lifted.

“What?”

“Listen,” she whispered.He froze and his gut clenched. Did he hear the rattle of an engine in the distance? No one would come up the drive unless they were visiting him. He wasn’t expecting anyone…oh shit!
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Thursday, September 25, 2014



☆☆☆☆ Author Spotlight & #Giveaway ☆☆☆☆

☆☆☆☆ Rhonda Lee Carver☆☆☆☆
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At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.

Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.

When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive.


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We did a quick Q&A session with Rhonda, and here is what we learned:

What are you working on now?

I’m working on book 7 of my Second Chance Series, Second Hope Cowboy. This is Tucker’s Story and how he’ll find peace with his past—and maybe find love again with a woman he thought was lost forever.

What flavor is your writing style?

I enjoy writing badass men who have many flaws, and heroines who have been broken in one way or another. I also like stories of second chances, couples reuniting after traumatic events have torn them apart.

Do you ever experience writer's block?

On a daily basis.

Usually I can walk away from the story for a bit and when I come back, the block has been eradicated and I’m back to business. I've learned to allow my characters to take the lead. I might have an idea of what I want to do in the story, where I’m heading, but if something feels right, I just go with the flow. It’s a helluva ride at times, wondering where my characters and I are going to end up.

Do you write an outline before every book you write?

The first outline I've ever written was on a dirty napkin I found buried in my car while I was in the parking lot at Walmart. An idea came to mind and I had to write it down. This idea grew into a story and soon after was my first contracted book. That was the first outline and the last. I have an idea in my head and scene ideas stored in a file in my mind, but I jump right in, and sometimes it turns out nothing like I’d planned. That’s the fun of it all!

Have you ever disliked something you wrote?

I think all writers hate what we write. Good things readers feel differently, otherwise, there would be no books.

But yes, I like the idea of the story much better than the ending product. Probably more because I've spent so much time enveloped in the story that it’s hard to see it in any way but judgmentally. However, if I walk away from a project for a week and then come back, I have a new love that has grown from absence. For instance, when I was finished with my first book in the Second Chance Series, Second Chance Cowboy, I shook my head, feeling like I hadn't created the masterpiece that I’d wanted. I imagine we all feel that way a time or two. When I got rights back for this book, I read it and loved it—my own piece of work was awesome. Time heals all, I assume. I did some tweaking and self-published it. So glad that I did!

Was writing always the first thing you wanted to do in life?

I knew at 13 what I wanted to do with my life—write. Unfortunately, dreams take some time to mold into reality. Thank goodness I didn't give up. I love my career. Wouldn't change a thing.

While you were writing, did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters?

At times, I find that one of my characters is feeling a way that I have, or experiencing an emotion that I have. Characters are pieces of our past and present, molded to create a future in words. I believe all writers use experiences as the foundation of books…but in our world we get to recreate stories, change them, and even give that evil person what they deserve.

What inspired you to write your first book?

Love. Simply love. What better emotion is there?

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Yes! Especially when I’m writing a series. I get into the next book and think, “Dang, I sure wish I gave him this character quality.” “Oh, shoot, I wish I would have known this about my character way before now.”


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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

NEW COWBOY!!! UNDER PRESSURE!!!

SPARK’S NOSE ITCHED. But he couldn’t move his hands to scratch.

Forcing one eye to a slit, he wasn’t in his room, but still in the motel. Damn. He’d fallen asleep.
Opening both eyes, he blinked the fuzziness away and lifted his head. His arms were stretched high above his head and his wrists ached. He darted a glimpse above him.
 He was tied to the headboard. Acid gurgled in his stomach. “What the hell!” He gave his hands a jerk, but the rope held them tight. “Fuck!”
Jerking a glance around the room…there she was…sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and a look of satisfaction covering her pretty features.
“What the fuck is this?” Now he understood why Ms. Stone had been throwing herself at him. “Talk to me!” he demanded.
A sticky, tingly sensation brought his gaze lower and on his legs. He squinted. Both legs were covered with some sort of pink, glossy paper.  “And what in God’s creation are those?”
She got up, stood at the end of the bed, a smirk curving her lips. “Wax strips.”
“Get them off me and let me the hell out of this bed!” he snarled
“Are you sure you want me to help you with the strips?” One thin brow curved maliciously.
“Hell yeah!”
She reached down, grabbed the corner of one strip and pulled.
“Ow!” he squealed as a fire like none other raced through his leg. Clenching his teeth, he looked at her through narrowed gaze. “What the hell was that for?’
“You did ask me to help you. So I did.”
“I’m talking about all of this—the rope, the shit on my legs.” He forced a breath through tight lips.
Smugly, she crossed her arms. “This is a lesson earned.”
He popped up a brow. “A lesson? For what?” Bringing his gaze back to his rope twined wrists, he visually examined the headboard. The cord was wrapped around his wrists, fashioned through the five-inch gap into the wooden detail, then pulled back through and tied in a knot. From what he could see, and with another tug, it wasn’t a bad knot.
“I’m sorry, but I have plans so I must hurry. I won’t spend much time with my explanation. You played my sister. Therefore, I’m showing you what it’s like to be played.”
He perused his brain, trying to find a clue as to what she was referring too. He came up blank. This had to be a joke! “Lady, the only one of us who is a player and a manipulator is you.” Seeing a flicker of confusion, he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right, Jewels Stone.”
One brow snapped up and her hands clenched into fists. “So…so, you knew who I was all along?” Her lips thinned. Good thing she didn’t have a weapon, otherwise he’d be dead, he was certain.
“What? You don’t like being caught at your sordid game? Pot. Kettle. Black.” He gave his arms a jerk and the bed creaked.
She darted her glance to his bound wrists, but only a mere flash. “Don’t talk or I’ll have to get the tape and cover your mouth.”
Anger sliced through his gut. Damn, woman! He didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d do as she threatened.
With a cold glance in his direction, she bent and grabbed something. His jeans! She dipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew his cell. Now what was she doing?
“Be thankful that I’m not cruel, otherwise I’d leave you tied up here until the cleaning lady came, and considering I rented this room for two days, that’d be a long time to stay bound to the bed. Imagine the laugh the employees here would have.”
“Letting me go would be the best decision you’ve made, before things got out of hand.”
“Are you threatening me?” She shook her head. “Tsk, Tsk.”
“You have a warped mind, don’t you?” Pulling himself up, he heard the wood crack and the springs pop. It wouldn’t take much pressure for him to break the bed, but he’d have no way of getting the rope undone. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because her eyes widened.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She came to stand beside the bed. “Who would you like to call to ask for help?”
“9-1-1,” he grumbled.

“And imagine the story you’d tell. You were sleeping so hard that a woman tied you to the bed and placed hot wax strips on your legs. That’d be another group finding the humor in this scenario. So, would you like to change your contact person?”

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Second Chance Cowboy--The Brooke Brothers

Three Brothers...and the women they love.

Second Dance Cowboy--The first dance ended with rejection…but will he get a second dance? 



Dillon Brooke walked into the bar and betrayal slammed him in the belly. His ex was snuggling up with a new cowboy—his brother Dante. Normally levelheaded, fury got the best of Dillon and he punched his brother in the jaw. 

While drinking his anger under the table, in walks history wearing sexy heels and killer smile. 

Peyton Keller agreed to dance with Dillon. She couldn’t deny he was as brawny and gorgeous as ever, but busy with work and family, she had no time for a charming cowboy, especially one who’d stood her up years ago. He’d had his chance and he blew it. 

But Dillon doesn’t like rejection. 

Standing at the register at the grocery, while stealing looks at Dillon in the next checkout lane, the cashier says, “Card declined.” Wanting the floor to open and swallow her whole, humiliation burrows deeper when Dillon steps in and pays. Why couldn’t he just walk away? 

Another strike against him. 

Dillon has a thirst for a dancer, and the attraction is heating up by the second. Will he convince Peyton for a second dance? And hopefully a second chance… 

Second Song Cowboy-- April Swift and Dante Brooke were a couple as teenagers. They’d spent a summer falling in love, exploring one another, connecting stars…until April took off to follow her dreams as a country music singer. 


Fifteen years later… 

Dante shows up at April’s dressing room and she is lost in sky-blue eyes, again. A hello between old friends turns into a passionate reunion and both discover feelings they’d left behind. But April has a music career, and Dante has a ranch to run. 

Two months later… 

Home is where the heart is, but April doubted she’d find the welcoming committee on the doorstep, especially after she informed Dante that she was pregnant. 

Dante has a reputation as a bad-boy. He wouldn’t deny the truth. He’d lived on the edge most of his life, but when he hears he’s going to be a daddy, his priorities flip-flop. He’d never stopped loving April and his only goal is to win her heart for a second time. However, his charming smile and sweet talk don’t work like they did before. Now, he’ll have to prove himself. Can he become the cowboy April needs? 

When things start to spiral out of control, April realizes she must make a decision—to follow love or her career.

Second Burn Cowboy-- Elsa Matthews learned the hard way that men are lying, cheating poison. 


Needing to get away fast, she spreads a map, closes her eyes and points—and Texas is where she’ll make
a new start. 


A year later, she has everything she could want, until a fire breaks out in her bakery, Elsa’s Fluff. Lying on the floor with flames surrounding her, in sweeps a hero, carrying her to safety. Wearing cowboy hat, worn boots and a charming smile—and the bluest eyes she’d ever looked into—this cowboy throws her for a loop and shakes up everything she’s ever believed. 

Deckland Brooke’s a nice guy. He’s always done the right thing and heroism is second nature. But when he invites a homeless Elsa into his home, he’ll be responsible for proving to her that not all men are jerks—like her ex who’d destroyed her trust and played her heart. 

Cupcakes aren’t the only thing baking on Brooke Creek Ranch. One touch and taste of Elsa’s sweetness and Deckland has an endless hankering for sugar. Question is, will he need to pull his sweet tooth before it rots, or will love be the ultimate remedy?



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Sunday, July 27, 2014

30 days of Summer Multi-Author Event


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BOOK INFORMATION

Title – Second Song Cowboy Series – Second Chance Author – Rhonda Lee Carver Word/Page count – 53,000 Buy linkAMAZON

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BOOK SYNOPSIS

April Swift and Dante Brooke were a couple as teenagers. They’d spent a summer falling in love, exploring one another, connecting stars…until April took off to follow her dreams as a country music singer.

Fifteen years later…

Dante shows up at April’s dressing room and she is lost in sky-blue eyes, again. A hello between old friends turns into a passionate reunion and both discover feelings they’d left behind. But April has a music career, and Dante has a ranch to run.

Two months later…

Home is where the heart is, but April doubted she’d find the welcoming committee on the doorstep, especially after she informed Dante that she was pregnant.

Dante has a reputation as a bad-boy. He wouldn’t deny the truth. He’d lived on the edge most of his life, but when he hears he’s going to be a daddy, his priorities flip-flop. He’d never stopped loving April and his only goal is to win her heart for a second time. However, his charming smile and sweet talk don’t work like they did before. Now, he’ll have to prove himself. Can he become the cowboy April, and his baby, needs?

When things start to spiral out of control, April realizes she must make a decision—to follow love or her career.

 

EXCERPT

He scrubbed his jaw. “Yeah, I’ve heard that before from you. Who am I to argue when you have your mind made up about me?” He needed to get away. “Be grateful that you’ll never have to see me again. You can live in your materialistic world, alone, just as you like it. I see the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. The very thing you disliked about your parents you’re now the example.” He heard the whizzing and ducked as the boot struck the wall. He turned toward her, narrowing his gaze. “What the hell was that for?” Her chest lifted and fell with each breath as her frown creased the corners of her mouth. “You’re a real jerk, Dante.” “And you don’t like the facts.” He shrugged and opened the door. “This certainly has been the best rodeo I’ve ever ridden.” Laughing as he walked across the threshold, he gave her one last glance over his shoulder. “Good bye, Dante.” He clicked the door closed. By the time he’d made it to the elevator, his humor had fizzled and displeasure filled his gut. He wanted to wash away any emotions and guilt for leaving things with April on a sour note. Yet, he couldn’t change the things he had no control over. The door slid open, and with one final glance down the long hall, he stepped into the cubicle. They belonged in different worlds. She was heading to some stage to entertain fans and he was going back home to help his brothers on the Brooke Creek Ranch. He considered this a fork in the road, a chance to move on and forget. He needed to store last night in with the rest of the filed memories of April Rayne. History. Who was he kidding? It wasn’t that easy. No doubt, he’d remember last night for years to come, just as he recalled every second that he’d spent with her at nineteen. He rubbed his tired eyes. He pitied the poor bastard she got with next. A smile crept back over his mouth. Dante had set the bar high. She’d cried his name, clawed his back and had one big O after another. Bringing his hand to his face, he got a whiff of her scent. A stirring happened behind his zipper as the void in his heart deepened. So, she did get the final jab after all.

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AUTHOR BIO At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.

Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.

When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive. Oh, and drinking lots of coffee.

 

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Win a $5 GC and an ebook, Second Burn Cowboy


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Book 6, Second Chance Series 

Elsa Matthews learned the hard way that men are lying, cheating poison. 

Needing to get away fast, she spreads a map, closes her eyes and points—and Texas is where she’ll make a new start. 

A year later, she has everything she could want, until a fire breaks out in her bakery, Elsa’s Fluff. Lying on the floor with flames surrounding her, in sweeps a hero, carrying her to safety. Wearing cowboy hat, worn boots and a charming smile—and the bluest eyes she’d ever looked into—this cowboy throws her for a loop and shakes up everything she’s ever believed. 

Deckland Brooke’s a nice guy. He’s always done the right thing and heroism is second nature. But when he invites a homeless Elsa into his home, he’ll be responsible for proving to her that not all men are jerks—like her ex who’d destroyed her trust and played her heart. 

Cupcakes aren’t the only thing baking on Brooke Creek Ranch. One touch and taste of Elsa’s sweetness and Deckland has an endless hankering for sugar. Question is, will he need to pull his sweet tooth before it rots, or will love be the ultimate remedy? 

Excerpt:


A sexy cowboy couldn’t make a delicious offering and expect a woman not to have wicked thoughts. Did he realize how he turned her inside out? A smart man like Deckland wasn’t oblivious to his good looks and charm, and she definitely wasn’t immune, even though she wasn’t available—at least not in the emotional way.
Tiptoeing down the hall, she had her focus on making it to the last bedroom but his open door drew her like a fly to honey. She stopped, took a small step backward and peeked through the six-inch crack.
 Holy Moly!
Her mouth went dry as her bones went weak at the reflection in the dresser mirror. He was reaching into a drawer, his shirt was missing and his pants were undone, his large belt buckle dinged with each movement.
Afraid he’d hear her heavy breathing, she laid her palm against her mouth.
Her brain warned her to scoot before she was caught staring, but curiosity, and interest, kept her still. She slipped her gaze over slick, tanned chest and coiled abs, licking her lips, wondering what he tasted like. She’d never seen broader shoulders, a wider chest, or a narrower waist on any man. Elsa followed the trail of crisp hair from his bellybutton to the open zipper. His treasure was hidden. Too bad. She’d bet he was built for pleasure.
He dropped his fingers to the shiny buckle and gave it a tug, the leather swooshed as he pulled it from the belt loops. His biceps bulged.
She’d need another shower after this peep show.
Enraptured in cowboy candy, she finally realized he’d stopped moving. Bringing her chin up, she met his gaze in the mirror.
Run! Run now!
But her feet refused to obey.
He turned on barefoot, catching her with mesmerizing pools of blue diamond. “Feel better?” One thick brow curved.
“Lick new.” Her voice sounded odd to her ears.
He chuckled. “Lick new? Sounds fascinating.”
Shit! Heat scorched its way through her veins. “Uh, I meant, like new.” If only the floor would open and swallow her whole, saving her from humiliation. Would he think she was a pervert?
His gaze dropped over the towel she clutched like a lifeline, and she swore she saw yearning. Tremors rolled through her, igniting her parched flesh like a wildfire to brush. If she didn’t go, she’d touch him, all of him, and she’d lose herself. The risk of getting hurt was far too great.

“I better go and get dressed.” She flew down the hall, rushed into the guest bedroom and slammed the door. Leaning against the wood, she could move once her heartbeat returned to an even pace and her breathing slowed. 



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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Second Song Cowboy...Book Blast July



BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Second Song Cowboy
SERIES – Second Chance
AUTHOR – Rhonda Lee Carver
GENRE – Western Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – May 30, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 157 pages
PUBLISHER – self-pub
COVER ARTIST – Samantha Holt


Second Song - Book Cover

BOOK SYNOPSIS

April Swift and Dante Brooke were a couple as teenagers. They’d spent a summer falling in love, exploring one another, connecting stars…until April took off to follow her dreams as a country music singer.

Fifteen years later…

Dante shows up at April’s dressing room and she is lost in sky-blue eyes, again. A hello between old friends turns into a passionate reunion and both discover feelings they’d left behind. But April has a music career, and Dante has a ranch to run.

Two months later…

Home is where the heart is, but April doubted she’d find the welcoming committee on the doorstep, especially after she informed Dante that she was pregnant.

Dante has a reputation as a bad-boy. He wouldn’t deny the truth. He’d lived on the edge most of his life, but when he hears he’s going to be a daddy, his priorities flip-flop. He’d never stopped loving April and his only goal is to win her heart for a second time. However, his charming smile and sweet talk don’t work like they did before. Now, he’ll have to prove himself. Can he become the cowboy April needs?

When things start to spiral out of control, April realizes she must make a decision—to follow love or her career.


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EXCERPT

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The house was quiet and April paced the floor. She played her guitar, attempted to write a new song…but she didn’t get very far.
Several times, she peeked through the window, hoping to catch a glance of Dante coming out of the garage.
Ten minutes passed, then thirty, until she could no longer ignore the raw need burning in her loins.
With one thought on her mind, she made her way to the garage, determined and free of doubt. Dante’s jeaned backside was the only thing she could see when she approached. “Dante?”
He jerked, hitting his head on the hood as he showed his face. He rubbed his scalp. “I’m almost there. I’ll need to get you some new plugs—”
“Dante?”
His brows curved. “You okay?”
“I want you,” she said without inhibition.
He dropped the tool. “April, I’m not sure—”
She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it off. Her nipples bunched and his jaw clicked. She’d gotten his undivided attention. Next, she slid off her shorts and thong, and relished in the concentration that swept across his features.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” In three quick strides, he was across the cement and standing in front of her. She dropped her gaze to the bulge behind his fly. “I’m dirty.” He held up his hands and turned them, showing her his fingers covered in grease.
“But this isn’t.” She hooked her fingers into his belt and unlatched the buckle. Slipping her fingers past the leather, she undid the zipper and tugged his jeans down his legs. His erection had grown above the waist of his boxers. “These must go.” She dragged the material down to his knees. “I want to taste you.”
“Won’t hear any complaints from me.”