Valentine’s Day is almost here. I love romance and love.
Duh, I am a romance writer for a reason. However, there’s more to it than the
book thing. I’m in love and that sure does make it a special time of year. I’ve
been in love with the same man for over 15 years. That may seem like a whopping
amount of time for some, but for me, a hundred years will never be enough time.
As my man already knows, I’m a bit sappy when it comes to romance. I believe in
all of the ooey gooey sentiments, like, notes left on the mirror, sweet texts
messages, sharing dessert, heart-shaped pancakes…okay, I’m sure you get what I’m
saying.
What are we planning to do the 14th? I have a few
surprises in store. It’s a secret.
I’m not sure if he has in store. I’m like most women. I love
jewelry, purses, shoes and anything chocolate. I can’t say that I’m much into
flowers, although petals spread across the bed do make me smile. I don’t want
glitz. I don’t want glamour. I’m looking for heartfelt gifts. Yet, the gifts
aren’t what make V-Day special for me. It’s something else…
I’ve always considered myself a lucky woman when it comes to
love. Honestly, I become more appreciative as years pass.
Here’s a treat for V-Day.
My newest work in progress: Rough Ryder
Maggie slipped the silk
over her head and the gown slid over her naked body. The material caressed her
erect nipples, sending an eruption of tingles downward, past her navel. There
was something about silk that always made her feel sexy.
Hearing a noise behind
her, she turned. Reed stood in the doorway. His dark gaze held her. His chest
was broad and bare, his hips lean and strong. The low rise jeans were unbuttoned
and the zipper was down, and the bulge told her that he appreciated a woman in
red.
Turning on bare foot,
Maggie crossed the short distance and stopped in front of him. She got a whiff
of his scent—man and mint. Her fingers ached to touch him, but she knew if she
moved too fast she’d lose herself, again. Playing this game meant paying a
price.
“My God, Maggie.” His intense
gaze grew warmer as it dropped over her. “You’re tormenting me with a slow
burn.”
“It doesn’t have to be
this way. I can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted. I can make all of
your dreams reality. You make the choice, Reed.” She held her breath. Could he
see that she wanted him? It was beyond want—she craved him. No other had
branded her to the core. Would he take her? Would he release the ache buried
between her thighs?
His eyes narrowed and
his expression turned steely. “Under one condition.”
Maggie filled her
lungs with a saccharine breath. She knew what he meant. Could she follow
through? Or would she walk away from the first piece of heaven and hope life
had ever given her.
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