Welcome Back to Mid Week Tease!
It feels great to be back after skipping last week’s tease for the final stage of the BIG move from Washington DC to San Diego. Other than a dishwasher that sounds like Optimus Prime every time I open it, I’m loving my family’s new-to-us home … and getting used to Optimus. 😉 And I’m still smiling because last week I was lucky enough to snag a visit with our lovely hostess, Sandra Bunino, while she was in town! Want more good news? Stefan’s story, Wicked Flower, has a release date of August 28th. There’s something new I’m working on that I wanted to tease you with but to celebrate getting that date, I promised Stef I’d tempt you with him again. Here’s the odd reaction his mystery woman has to picking up the contents of his wallet after he tries to be good and invite her for dinner (and other wicked things)…
From Wicked Flower (A Sin Pointe Novel, #5), releasing August 28th from Evernight Publishing:
Shit, that was smooth.
Distracted, he reached down to pick them up but she had the same idea. Being shorter, she was closer and got to his wallet first.
The damn wallet was old and worn and barely held anything anymore. He’d bought it from an inflight magazine once on the advice of a flirtatious flight attendant. It was supposed to have lasted forever. His driver’s license fell out and she grabbed that for him too. She handed him the wallet and the phone but held onto his ID. That was fine. He didn’t have anything to hide from her.
“Yes, dinner. And if you still want that proof, that too,” he said and kissed her cheek. “I actually have a house not too far from here. It’s uh, in Moonlight. We could eat, talk. Have amazing sex.” He ran his fingers up the back of her neck and massaged. “Whatever you want.” Why was his heart pounding so hard and why did she look like she’d like to disappear right now? Her face lost its pretty pink wash of passion from minutes ago. She’d really wanted him to pound her in here?
The look in her eyes a second later branded him. She’d obviously been ripped out of their zone. Dammit, and new-him was the ripper. Fuck.
“Stefan Calderon?” she asked.
His license fell from her hands to the ground.
She ran smooth, lightly tanned fingers over her black hair and her fleshy lips, like she was trying to wipe away his touch.
That had never happened before. And damn, it didn’t feel good.
No, I guess that wouldn’t feel so great and poor Stefan’s definitely not used to women running away from him. Maybe she’ll be back. Maybe next week…
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