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Tasting Her Christmas Cookies
“We are having a Christmas bath scene in the near future,” I said to the camera, “with holiday bath bombs and themed cocktails. But unfortunately, it won’t be tonight. The bake-off starts tomorrow, baking fans!”
I looked longingly at the bathtub. Then, making sure the phone was definitely not recording, because I did not need to be that kind of Instagrammer, I took a quick shower. I seriously could not get over how huge the bathroom was. I could live in it. With a toaster and a mini fridge, I would totally be good.
After wrapping myself in the robe, I tied a T-shirt around my hair. I had frizzy hair on a good day; keeping my curls manageable was a perpetual struggle. I applied a gingerbread-cookie-scented moisturizer while my videos uploaded. Because I was busy scrolling through my phone and answering comments as I came out of the bathroom, I didn’t notice the half-naked man until he swore.
I looked up and screamed.
“Help! Help! Stalker!” I shrieked and ineffectively pointed at the stranger. Between the rippling muscles, the washboard abs, and an ass I could bounce a quarter on, I hoped he wasn’t actually here to hurt me, because he could do some damage. Pointing and shrieking wasn’t going to stop him. Fortunately, he looked more shocked and horrified than angry and violent.
“Stop screaming!” he bellowed. A freezing breeze blew into the room. It was as if the man had brought the rage of winter into the master suite with him. He looked like it, too, with his ice-blue eyes and silver-white hair. “This is my penthouse. You are not authorized to be here. That makes you the stalker!”
I stopped screaming. It clearly wasn’t helping anything. I also couldn’t help but notice that the bathroom wasn’t the only thing that was huge in the room. With him wearing nothing but boxer briefs, I could tell Santa had brought the handsome man a very large Christmas package indeed. The breeze blew in from the balcony, swirling the strange man’s clean and masculine scent around the room. I forced myself to ignore it.
“Get out of my house,” Big Christmas Package said flatly.
“You get out!” I shrieked. “I’m a bake-off contestant. This isn’t your room!”
“What the—” he grabbed his clothes, tugging on his pants. “The Great Christmas Bake-Off? I cannot have Christmas invading every element of my life. This is ridiculous. Christmas is ridiculous. It’s such a stupid, childish holiday.” He punctuated his words by snatching up articles of clothing.
“Hey now!” I said, hands on my hips, fear subsiding. “Christmas is never ridiculous. It’s the best holiday ever. And if you can’t see that, well then, you’re just a grinch, aren’t you?”
He advanced on me. I was suddenly very aware of how large he was. Christmas package notwithstanding, this dude was tall, broad shouldered, with rippling muscles. He could probably split me in two.
“You’re some stupid little baker who never outgrew the childish fantasy of Christmas,” he sneered.
My nose was inches away from his chest. He glowered down at me. I was too angry to be aware of his half-naked body. Okay, maybe I was like fifteen percent aware. But the majority of my energy was focused on being offended on behalf of Christmas.
“Don’t insult baking,” I said, giving him my best “I want to speak to the manager vibe,” though it was ruined by the fact that I had to crane my neck up to see him and that I was completely naked under the robe. “And never insult Christmas!”
His nostrils flared slightly.
“Men like you constantly belittle the work that women do to keep cultural traditions like Christmas alive,” I continued, poking him in the chest.
“We decorate homes to make them cozy.”
“We cook holiday dinners and bake festive desserts.”
“We host parties that bring families and friends together.”
Before I could poke him again, he grabbed my hand in his much-larger one. Then, realizing what he’d done, he quickly released it.
“I will not stand for your bad attitude!” I declared.
He glared down at me, strong jaw clenched, eyes cold as a frozen lake. “I can’t even believe this,” he finally snarled. He grabbed his briefcase and stormed out, still shirtless.
“Oh my God!” Fiona exclaimed, wide-eyed, as she ran into the room. She hugged me then pushed me to sit on the bed. “Are you okay? Who was that? Why was he in here? Someone call the police!”
“I knew it! You’re trying to steal my boyfriend,” Amber yelled at me, rushing into the room. “That’s Owen Frost, and he’s mine!”
The Nigerian Prince
“Ah, Oga,” The shorter of the two addressed me. “Anything for the boys?”
Just as I thought.
Being one of the richest people in Nigeria meant you always had to shower money on people at every turn. That was the Nigerian mentality. A rich man built and solidified his reputation by the amount of cash he disbursed freely and the regularity with which he did so. Personally, I thought the whole thing was backward, if not a bit uncivilized. But I did like giving and I had excess cash anyway. It wasn’t a bother.
I gave them a thousand naira to share and was about to drive off when I remembered the bottles of Sprite I had bought earlier.
“Boss, na you oh,” they both hailed as I handed them the drinks. I smiled and drove into the compound of the huge mansion Dipo had leased.
As I got out of the car, I noticed that although most of the equipment was set up, nothing important was happening. I recognized some A-list actresses lounging around the pool in sexy bikini outfits. Had they finished shooting? Fear gripped me. Man, I had messed up.
Heart in my mouth, I approached a member of the crew, a man probably in his early 30s with bushy eyebrows and a beard.
“Good afternoon, sir. Una don finish?” I asked with an outward calm I wasn’t feeling.
“For where? Director never ready na,” he responded. He didn’t seem happy about that but I was ecstatic. But I decided not to let my happiness show in case he transferred his aggression about the delay onto me.
“Where is he?” I asked.
At that, the man turned and gave me an appraising glance. I guess he was trying to determine if I was qualified to see the esteemed Dipo Ajayi. It seemed I passed muster – he jerked his head towards the left side of the building and gave me directions.
A few minutes later, I knocked on a door labeled Director. On hearing a muffled response from within, I twisted the knob and stepped into… a den of iniquity. There was really no other way to describe the disturbing sight that greeted my eyes.
Through a haze of smoke, I caught sight of half-naked girls lounging on every available piece of furniture in the spacious room. Some had the decency to wear bras but most were naked from the waist up. Everywhere smelt of Igbo, the popular Nigerian weed, and I could detect a whiff of freshly-made amala. Just as I was beginning to wonder if I was in the right room, I heard my name being called.
“Ajibade? I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
I peered through the smoke and right in the middle of the room, dressed in a colorful dashiki, sat Dipo. He was enjoying a meal of amala and ewedu soup. The dark brown amala made from yam flour, contrasted perfectly with the dark green hue of the mashed ewedu leaves. From the number of empty bottles of beer that lined the table, I could see that he had indulged far too much.
He gestured towards me with fingers covered in soup.
“Come over here, boy. Don’t stand there like a statue.”
I slowly walked towards him and noticed the two bare-breasted girls beside him. The girl on the right was topping up his beer glass while the girl on the left was flagrantly smoking weed from a rolled paper. Granted, I had done some wild things in my life but I had never seen this level of classless debauchery and all at midday.
“Won’t you sit down?” the girl smoking asked me, tapping the space beside her. Her eyes were glazed with the effects of the weed. “Or are you shy?”
Dipo scoffed as he swallowed a morsel of amala.
“Shy? The Deji Ajibade? I don’t think so.”
I took the empty seat.
“Ladies,” Dipo called out overly loudly. “This is the real estate prince. Next in line to the Imena throne and heir to the Ajibade real estate empire. He wants to try his hand at movie production. I have no idea why,” he announced, muttering the last part to the girl on his right. “Rich people, eh?” he said mockingly, winking at his girls who giggled in response.
I stood up abruptly, feeling embarrassed, angry, and disgusted all at once. This wasn’t what I signed up for.
“Sit down, Deji. Jé kí àwon girls mi tójú e dáadáa. Let my girls take care of you properly.”
I watched impassively as they all perked up at Dipo’s words, each wanting to be the one to ‘take care of me’. Their eyes had taken on an avaricious glint since Dipo had introduced me. My Timberlands, Ralph Lauren polo shirt, and Armani jeans screamed style, and I knew I wore it all well. Also, not to blow my own trumpet, I knew I was probably far better looking than the clients these girls were used to. But smoking weed and having random sex with girls who I strongly suspected were underage was not my scene. It was at times like this that I wondered what drove young girls to sleep with men old enough to be their fathers. It definitely wasn’t because the men in question were handsome. In fact, Dipo was what my friends and I would describe as plain ugly. Maybe that was why he hid behind the cameras, I thought slyly.
When I had first seen him, I thought his head was too small for his large body. I had met him multiple times now and my opinion had not changed. In fact, his body looked disproportionate in several ways, as though the Creator had been distracted when forming him; eyes too big and round for such a small head, a crooked nose that made me wonder just how many times it had been broken, and a mouth that was curled in a perpetual sneer.
“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing that everyone in the room was looking at me expectantly. I was trying to infuse the right mix of politeness and firmness into my voice. “Thanks for the offer but I have to decline.”
“Well, you can’t be tainting your royal blood with these local ashewos (prostitutes). The high-class escorts are more to your taste, eh? I totally understand,” he retorted haughtily. He swallowed another morsel of food and winked at me like we had just shared a secret filthy joke or something.
His statement irritated me further and I gave him a look of distaste.
“I’ll be outside,” I said quietly and headed for the door.
I had had enough. It seemed the rumors were true after all, I thought as I took in a gulp of fresh air and let the sun warm my face. Dipo had proven without a doubt that talent, no matter how great, was a poor substitute for character.
The Lonely Lover
She took my hand to her face; she was wearing a mask like mine. I tried to caress her, to get to know her body but she firmly held my hand.
– “A choir of maidens offers immense happiness.” She said.
I got so excited that I could not hold back when I felt the brief touch of her hand, which did not seem a human touch at all. My sex got erect craving that silky touch. I could feel her breathing next to my glans, but she did not grab it into her mouth. She caressed it in such a way that I could barely feel her touch. The imaginary touch felt even better than her actual touch. I guessed she would first caress it with her hand. My breathing invited her to continue torturing me in such unbelievable and enjoyable way.
I was standing in nothingness, in the dark; it was like returning to the motherly womb. It was an experience beyond all senses. Then, Love and Death by Grien came to my mind; I was the maid who brushed her hair off her face, and she was the death that touched her gently, taking off the silken cloth wrapped around her beautiful body. However that was not a macabre dance of death. That was The Rite of Spring. “Having a lover is fair. A person who truly loves like I do, knows life is like a wheel…” as the song goes. That was what I called life; that masked woman knew exactly what I meant without even knowing her.
She held my penis tight and led me to bed. I felt like Lancelot fleeing from bed, but actually I was not trying to escape. I was totally surrendered to pleasure. I let myself be dominated for the first time. I was able to free my mind as never before. I felt out of my body; as if my other self were looking at me enjoying the higher peaks of pleasure and allowing myself to be led by a woman I have never seen before, a woman I could just imagine and feel. I imagined she was the most beautiful and sensual woman in the world.
She helped me sit on the bed. She let me touch her hips. I traced the curves her body. She was not a young woman. She had a curvy shaped butt and ample thighs, though thicker than I had thought. Her belly was fleshy but tight and muscular. I could feel the gummy texture of silicone in her breasts. She is the kind of woman who fights against time, who hates to grow old; like a hymn to life. The skin on her cheeks was soft and moisturized; well cared for. She had wide lips, which were also perfectly moisturized. She played with one of my fingers and sucked it, so I got even more excited. I could feel her mask again while she sucked my finger. She also wanted to go back to that strange world in which feelings are multiplied. My hand reached her sex; it was like ripe fruit. I could feel she had applied some lube. Then, she leaned over the bed looking for something; she turned off the device. She held my sex in her hand again; then she rubbed some icy-hot gel which drove me mad. A second later I had the feeling that my whole body was my sex; that my penis was not just an organ. The exacerbated pleasure that she made me feel a while before had spread to every inch of my skin; throughout my body.
She kissed me on the lips, like The Lovers, by Magritte; we kissed without been able to see our faces. She brushed her lips with mine then she sucked my lips gently. She dipped her tongue past my lips, caressing my tongue with hers.
– “Love makes you intrepid.” She whispered in my ear.
I became aware of the background music again. She gently pushed me and I lay down face up. She climbed on top of my face spreading her sex.
– “I’m a slave to your love. But I don’t mind because you make me feel safe.” She said.
I grabbed her butt with both hands. She gently put a cushion under my head to raise it until my mouth was in perpendicular communion with her sex. She then grabbed my sex and it burst into hot and cold flames; there was ice and fire in her hand. Meanwhile I ate her soul in raw flesh. She moaned when she got her pussy eaten like no other; I licked it, I sucked it, I sipped it, I blew it, I bit it, I ate it all. I tried to get hold of her vaginal scent; unfortunately she had camouflaged it with lube. I slowly slid my tongue in and out of her vagina, and then I ran it back up to her clit; trying to drive her wild. Her body fit comfortably to offer me her short and wide clit which was not that easy to hold with my tongue. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it. I felt her shudder deliciously. My fingers played with her lips near the anus. She was really enjoying it.
– “The sun comes up. The moon goes down; just like fortune goes around.” She muttered.
She could not contain herself and began to thrust her pelvis back and forth. I stuck my fingertip in her anus.
– “You make me melt like ice.” She shouted.
I sensed some delicious scent coming from the most intimate part of her body. She released my penis and concentrated on herself; she covered her mouth to muffle her cry. Her pelvic thrusts began to slow down as contractions faded away. She began to recover her breath. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, which made her seem even more adorable.
– “Oh fortune!!” She laughed. “Oh fortune!!”
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Jonathan Lake is the beloved NYC mayor who’s making a run for Governor. His widowed status and close relationship with his daughter casts him as the darling of the press, and the candidate to beat, but behind the flash of the cameras, things are spinning out of control. It all has to do with his strait laced, ruthlessly organized assistant. Her skills and reserved demeanor are perfect to run his campaign, but her brilliant brain has become a temptation he’s been fighting for too long. Can he convince her to take a chance on a long-term campaign for love or will his efforts end up in scandal?
Alyssa Block has admired the NYC mayor for a long time, but her secret crush is kept ruthlessly buried under a mountain of work. Besides, she’s not his type, and office scandals is not in her job position. But when they retreat to an upstate horse farm for a secluded weekend, the spark between them catches flame, and Jonathan sets those stinging blue-eyes on winning her. Can she convince him to focus on the upcoming election, or will she succumb to the sweet promise of a different future?
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Her chin tilted up, and she gave him a cutting glare over the frame of her glasses. “Excuse me if I’m suspicious regarding your sudden interest in me. Are you concerned I won’t stick with you when you move on to governor? Are you experiencing guilt that you don’t know your team well enough to count on their loyalty? Forgive me if I don’t feel like being your first experiment in the heart-to-heart sharing segment. We should move on now.”
His head spun. Oh, he’d pegged this all wrong. He’d wanted to give her space, but now she believed his interest in her was only to strengthen their bond from a work standpoint. Apparently, she had no clue his motivations were strictly personal. That he wanted to get to know her as a woman—not his assistant. He shouldn’t have used the term employee.
He hesitated, not sure how much to give her before she spooked. “Alyssa, I’m sorry if that came out wrong. My questions had nothing to do with work, or the election, or making you feel happier in your job. I simply want to know you better.”
She stared at him, and the air grew thick between them. “Why?”
Her direct question deserved a candid answer. “Because I really like you. More than you know.”
He wanted to duck his head like a schoolboy to avoid her reaction, but he forced himself to hold her gaze and take the hit. Her pupils dilated, and a flush crept up her neck, flooding her cheeks. He wasn’t surprised at the slight shock as she retreated—he’d been expecting it. No, he dreaded the distaste or embarrassment or panic that might occur, and he swore to back off if he caught any of it.
Instead, he watched the blush deepen, and her lips part, and the slam of a fierce hunger glint from behind those glasses. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her wine and took a long swig, past caring about delicacy.
That’s when he realized she wanted him, too.
His heart slammed hard and fast like a contractor with a jackhammer. The rush of relief was paired with the knowledge that she might turn away from him anyway. Hell, she was probably smart to get up, leave his place, and slam the door behind her, choosing to ignore his comment. She set the glass down and dared to look at him. “I see.”
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Title: Love Worth Saving
Author: Sarah Stevens
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Melissa Gill
Publication Date: November 26th, 2019
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Sarah started writing her first novel The Night He Saved Me in her free time while being a stay-at-home mom. Then one day, it started to flow, and she was writing "The End" in a matter of two months.
When she isn't writing, she is enjoying the southern life with her husband, three kids, a Saint Bernardâwho is still adjusting to the southern summers and Bruno a rescue dog. She can't go a day without her coffee in the morningâand a few more cups during the day and her late nights writing.
She enjoys reading Contemporary or New Adult Romance and going to the pool or beach as much as she can. She loves all things Disney and collects Disney mugs to drink her beloved coffee in.
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Title: A Wyoming Christmas to Remember
Author: Melissa Senate
Harlequin Imprint: Special Edition
She couldnât remember anythingâ¦except her love for him.
Stricken with temporary amnesia, Maddie Wolfe canât remember a single thing about her lifeâ¦or her boy-next-door husband, Sawyer. But even with electricity crackling between them, it turns out their fairy taleâs careening toward disaster. When Sawyerâs unexpectedly thrust into caring for his newborn twin nephews, will he finally change his mind about being a dad and give Maddie the family of her dreamsâand his?
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I've written many novels under my own name and pen names (including one secret pseudonym, but email me, and I'll tell you!). My books include my debut, SEE JANE DATE, made into a TV movie, and THE LOVE GODDESS' COOKING SCHOOL. Other novels are: The Solomon Sisters Wise Up; Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?; The Breakup Club; Theodora Twist (for teens); Love You To Death; Questions To Ask Before Marrying; The Secret of Joy; and The Mosts (YA). I've also written seven romance novels for Harlequin Special Edition under the pen name Meg Maxwell. In the Hurley's Homestyle Kitchen series: COWBOY IN THE KITCHEN; THE DETECTIVE'S 8 LB, 10 OZ SURPRISE; THE COWBOY'S BIG FAMILY TREE; THE COOK'S SECRET INGREDIENT, CHARM SCHOOL FOR COWBOYS; and SANTA'S SEVEN-DAY BABY TUTORIAL, a Christmas-themed novel. I also contributed a book for the Montana Mavericks series The Great Family Roundup: MOMMY AND THE MAVERICK.
I'll be writing more romances for Harlequin Special Edition under my own name in 2018 and beyond, starting with THE BABY SWITCH! in April. In July look for Detective Barelli's Legendary Triplets. In August: The Maverick's Baby-in-Waiting. And another in November.
Short stories can be found in American Girls About Town and Flirting With Pride and Prejudice: Fresh Perspectives On The Original Chick Lit Masterpiece. Essays in: It's A Wonderful Lie: 26 Truths About Life In Your Twenties and Everything I Needed To Know About Being A Girl I Learned from Judy Blume.
I'm a former book editor (romance and teen fiction) from New York City and now live on the beautiful coast of Maine with my teenage son and our sweet shepherd mix, Flash, and our comical lap cat, Cleo. Please come visit my website at MelissaSenate.com for more information.
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Title: Rancherâs Wild Secret
Author: Maisey Yates
Harlequin Imprint: Desire
He's come to Gold Valley Vineyards for revengeâ¦
Not to fall for the enemy!
The renowned spokesperson for her familyâs wine empire, Emerson Maxfield is engaged to a man solely to win her fatherâs approval, and the sheltered beauty never, ever steps a toe out of line. Which, to rancher Holden McCall, makes her the perfect tool to exact his secret revenge. All he wants is for her family to pay for what they did to his mother, but his plan to publicly destroy the wedding of the year starts to disintegrate as his lethal seduction ensnares his heart, tooâ¦
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Maisey Yates lives in rural Oregon with her three children and her husband, whose chiseled jaw and arresting features continue to make her swoon. She feels the epic trek she takes several times a day from her office to her coffee maker is a true example of her pioneer spirit.
In 2009, at the age of twenty-three Maisey sold her first book. Since then it's been a whirlwind of sexy alpha males and happily ever afters, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Maisey divides her writing time between dark, passionate category romances set just about everywhere on earth and light sexy contemporary romances set practically in her back yard. She believes that she clearly has the best job in the world.
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Title: Soldierâs Christmas Secrets
Author: Laura Scott
Harlequin Imprint: Love Inspired Suspense
Heâll do whatever it takes to protect his family!
When a plane crash leaves special ops soldier Hawk Jacobson with amnesia, all he knows is that the plane was sabotaged and he has a target on his back. His survival depends on letting everyoneâincluding his wife, Jillian Wadeâbelieve heâs dead. Until gunmen come after Jillian and the daughter he never knew existed. Can Jillian help him regain his memory in time to expose a killer?
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My name is Laura Scott and I'm a registered nurse by day and an author by night. I have written 50 books for Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense as well as two indie series - Crystal Lake and The McNallys. I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with my husband of 33 years. I hope you enjoy my books as much as I love writing them!
3.5 Heart Review by Ashley
Things I love to read about...military romance. Holiday love stories. Second-chance at love. This being my first time reading Laura Scott I didn't know quite to expect. Here is your warning, there is prayer. There are references to God. It isn't a lot and, for me, I think it added to the severity of the situation that was unfolding.
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Title: Holiday by Candlelight
Author: Laurel Greer
Harlequin Imprint: Special Edition
A tragic accident ended the life he once knew
Is a Hanukkah miracle right around the corner?
This year, Dr. Caleb Matsuda could do without holiday cheer. After an avalanche robbed him of his ability to practice surgery, he struggles to make it through each day. He may be intrigued by new colleague Garnet James, but sheâs also a search-and-rescue volunteer who could be in danger at any moment. If only she wasnât perfect for the man he used to beâ¦
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Raised in a small town on Vancouver Island, Laurel grew up skiing and boating by day and reading romances under the covers by flashlight at night. Ever committed to the proper placement of the Canadian âeh,â she loves to write books with snapping sexual tension and second chances. She lives outside Vancouver with her law-talking husband and two daughters. At least half her diet is made up of tea.
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Title: Everything's Better With Lisa
Series: Everything's Better Author: Lucy Eden
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 25, 2019
To be fair, I deserved it.
But none of that mattered when I found out I had a baby brother—a brother who is now left to my care. Too bad I don’t know the first thing about parenting. If I have any hope of not ruining this poor kid’s life, I need Lisa’s help. She quickly becomes my salvation, my heart. And even though our timing is all wrong, I can’t help but wonder how I can convince her to stay with me—with us—forever.
Cole Simmons is just my insensitive jerk of a neighbor.
Or, that’s all he used to be.
Now he’s in completely over his head, taking care of an adorable child that I’m getting way too attached to way too fast. And the scary part? I’m starting to get attached to Cole, too. After my nasty divorce, I was sure I’d never risk falling in love again—but Cole has me questioning my resolve at every turn. Frankly, I’m starting to wonder if Cole isn’t the only one who is in completely over his head.
Neither of them was looking for love or a ready-made family. But what will they do when they realize they’ve stumbled head-long into both?
“So, that happened.” I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and raised my eyebrows.
“It definitely did.” He rolled me on top of him so he could kiss me again. “Are you having regrets?” “Definitely not, but—” “Is this where you tell me that even though we spent the last,” he checked his watch, “fifteen minutes having the best sex I’ve ever had, during which I made you come three,”
I held up four fingers, grinning,
“Oh, excuse me, four times. It was a bad decision and we should never do it again?”
“Lisa, I’m probably going to lose my job tomorrow and CJ’s gonna wake up any minute. Can we just enjoy this moment?”
A wide grin split my face. “The best sex you’ve ever had?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay,” I held his face in my hands and kissed him. “Let’s enjoy this moment.”
Lucy Eden is the nom de plume of a romance-obsessed author who writes the kind of romance she loves to read. She’s a sucker for alphas with a soft gooey center, over the top romantic gestures, strong & smart MCs, humor, love at first sight (or pretty damn close), happily ever afters & of course, dirty & steamy love scenes.
When Lucy isn’t writing, she’s busy reading—or listening to—every book she can get her hands on— romance or otherwise.
She lives & loves in New York with her husband, two children, a turtle & a Yorkshire Terrier.
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