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Sexy and Unfinished

05 Tuesday Jan 2016

Posted by LilyRede in Bright's Ferry, Collections, Cover Art, Hearts of Stone, Rift Guardians, Safe From the Storm, Shadow of the Raven, The Kringle Boys

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It’s 2016!  Thank goodness.  Looking back over my pages, 2015 was not my best effort.  No excuses, just bad scheduling!  But it’s a new year – I have a fair amount of reorganizing to do on this blog, but more importantly, this is the year to finish the unfinished goodies that have been driving me batty for weeks if not months. Take a look:




Fun, right?  All of these are in some state of “somewhat done” to “nearly done” to “polish, polish, polish.” And they don’t include the Regency series I started last year as well!  So, my New Year’s resolutions are as follows:

  1. Update the site!
  2. An excerpt for you all every single week.
  3. Publish, publish, publish!

Hope your year is productive and full of sexy, wonderful reads you just can’t put down! I’m going to stock up on energy bars and coffee and get to it.  Stop by tomorrow for an excerpt!

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EXCERPT!!! Safe From the Storm – COMING SOON!

11 Saturday Jan 2014

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Happy Weekend!!!

I’ve been keeping my head down, trying to get through Kringle edits and Storm chapters, but I owe you an excerpt!  Here’s the intro to Steffen Decelles, who is a truly nasty piece of work and the kind of guy you want to punch.  He’s going to come to a bad end, no doubt. 🙂

And now to spend the weekend battling the red pen.

Safe From the Storm

EXCERPT:

 

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN she’d return here, he thought, gritting his teeth as the cheerful, hand-carved wooden sign proclaiming WELCOME TO BRIGHT’S FERRY swished by the SUV in a wet blur.

Even soggy with late November rain, the little New England town was quaint and welcoming, the art galleries and little boutiques on Main Street lit up, promising warmth and cheer, accented with swirls of red and gold fall foliage from the stately trees that dotted the landscape.  Beyond the town, storm clouds gathered over the ships that bobbed in the marina, and a churning purple and gray sea.

The whole thing looked like a fucking postcard.

Steffen Decelles had been here only once, five years ago, the first time he’d tracked down his errant bride, and even though she’d slipped his grasp that time, the visit had served its purpose.  He’d gotten a glimpse of the tacky life Nora had built for herself surrounded by hicks, tourists, and fishermen.

And he’d gotten a glimpse of Sheriff Tony Arnetto.

The man who had fucked his wife.

The man who even now kept him from what was rightfully his.

He had thought it would be enough when he finally caught up with Nora and punished her as she deserved, and her pleas and apologies had been so satisfying.  He had thought he’d taught her that her life was his, her body was his.

And the money, that went without saying.

But she wouldn’t break.  Surprising.

The first time she escaped he couldn’t believe it.  Just the memory had Steffen clenching his well-manicured hands on the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip.  He found her, of course, punishing her, teaching her, trying to force her to give him what he deserved, which was everything.

She escaped again.

The pattern continued for five long years, and Steffen had to admit, grudgingly, that he had underestimated Nora Allen.  He’d even given up on finding her for a time – the world thought she was dead.  He would have been content to let her stay that way and find another way to get the money if it were not for Tony Arnetto.

Because Sheriff Tony had stolen from him, was still stealing from him.

So Steffen would have his revenge – both on Nora and on Sheriff Arnetto.

That she would risk coming back to Bright’s Ferry showed how desperate she’d become.

How stupid.

He’d break her at last, but first he’d force her to watch him kill the man she loved, and realize that it was entirely her fault.

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EXCERPT!!! Safe From the Storm – COMING SOON!

26 Saturday Oct 2013

Posted by LilyRede in Bright's Ferry, Excerpts, Safe From the Storm

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I’m such a tease.  Luckily, my readers are patient and understanding. 🙂  Here’s a new excerpt from SAFE FROM THE STORM.  I’m in the last throes of MORE THAN A NIGHT, but I haven’t forgotten that you’re all waiting for Tony and Nora, so here’s a good chunk of the beginning to get your weekend going.

On that note, there’s a cup of coffee and a stack of edits with my name on them.

Enjoy!

 

Safe From the Storm

 

EXCERPT:

TONY ARNETTO DIDN’T BELIEVE in ghosts.

Especially not when they came in the form of tall, curvy redheads who moved like heaven and were dead ringers for his wife.  His dead wife.

“Hello…Sheriff,” said the vision in front of him, smiling hesitantly as she twisted her gloves between slender fingers.

Not a ghost, thought Tony, if only because Deputy Evie Asher was looking over her very corporeal form with cool, gray, somewhat suspicious eyes, and because the sound of her voice hit him like a body blow.

There was a frayed hole in the thumb of one purple glove, Tony noticed inanely, even as that voice washed over him.  Nora’s voice, soft and sweet, that always made him think of bells when she laughed.  The voice he’d heard in his dreams as memories of their life together refused to leave him alone, night after night for the last five years – her trembling vows at their tiny garden wedding, her gentle reprimands whenever he fucked up or worked too late, and the soft, sexy cries she made as she came for him again and again, unraveling in pleasure under his hands and mouth as she took him to the hilt.

Not dead.

“Nora.”

Tony forced the air back into his lungs as the implications sank in, and with them came relief, amazement, and more rage than he had ever felt before in his life.

“I see you’ve met Evie. Evie Asher, this is Nora. She’s my wife.”

His voice sounded odd and far away, and there was a rushing in his ears as though he were underwater.  His feet were glued to the spot, his fingers clutching the file folder with firefighter Matt Harris’ handwritten report closing the book on the arsonist that had recently terrorized Bright’s Ferry.  He couldn’t have moved if someone had taken a two by four to his head.   Outside, the rain had finally stopped, but Tony still heard the drip, drip, drip of the runoff from the drainage pipe to the window ledge.

“Can we talk?” asked Nora, her blue eyes wide and anxious.

Talk.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Tony, the words tumbling out even before he realized they were absolutely true.

Nora had an explanation, no doubt, a reason that she’d disappeared and let him and everyone she knew think she was dead, a reason that she’d stayed away for five years.  It was probably practical and well-thought-out and sane, like everything Nora did.  With a pang, Tony recalled her neat little piles, her organized desk, and even the way he used to tease her over alphabetizing the spice rack in the kitchen.

He didn’t want to hear it.

He couldn’t hear it.  Not now.

“Please, Tony – ”

She set her gloves down on the desk and withdrew a bundle of envelopes from her purse, neatly bound with a blue ribbon.

“I wrote to you.  All these years.  I wanted to tell you – but I couldn’t mail them.  You have to let me explain, Tony.”

“Explain?”

The word ripped out of him as the first fangs of pain ripped into his soul, took a big bite, and started chewing while the floor seemed to tilt.  For years, all Tony Arnetto had wanted was a measure of peace – once he’d accepted that Nora had drowned on that fateful day when the Allen-A-Dale went down, once he’d realized that the woman he loved more than life was gone forever, he’d only wanted to be left alone, to forget.  But it had never happened.

At first, it was Bright’s Ferry, the town he loved, the town he protected and cherished, whose townpeople trusted him to keep them safe.  Everywhere he looked were reminders of Nora – in her kindergarten classroom, in all the neat little touches around the house, and in her closet, where her clothes still smelled like strawberries and Nora.  Tony wasn’t too much of a man to admit he had cried like a baby when the scent finally faded.  After a year, when he finally started to feel like he might be able to see a future someday beyond his mechanical wake, eat, work, sleep robot impression, that fucking lawyer showed up to reopen the wound, with his accusations and demands and shocking revelations that had made the last four years of his life hellish.

Nora held the letters out.

“If you read them, you’ll understand,” she whispered.

Tony made no move to take them, and Nora finally set them down on Evie’s desk.  The defeat in her pose was a knife to the gut, but Tony could feel his hands trembling.  He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she stepped closer, if her skin actually brushed his.

“I’m staying at the motel if you change your mind,” said Nora, and Tony frowned.

There was only one motel in Bright’s Ferry – a crumbling dive down by the marina.  It was generally a stopover for passing merchants or fishermen who wanted a night on dry land with a willing woman, and far enough from the picturesque affluence of Main Street that it almost qualified as a “bad part of town,” if such a thing could exist in Bright’s Ferry.

Why is she staying there?

There were B&Bs galore in town, practically a new one every week.  Dryer Morton, the richest man in town, fancied himself a real estate mogul and had no trouble treating Bright’s Ferry like his own private model town to be developed and arranged at will.  Nora didn’t need to stay in some seedy motel where the walls were thin, the amenities nil, and the men who passed through somewhat questionable.

Not my business, Tony reminded himself.

“It’s good to see you, Tony,” said Nora, and turned to go, pulling her thin coat closer around her body, sorrow in every line of her lovely frame.

He watched the door close behind her, then pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Evie.

“Do me a favor?  Send Zeke over to my place.  There’s a blue file folder in the top drawer of my desk in the study.”

“Tony – ” began Evie, but he held up a hand, cutting her off.

“I need to check with the National Weather Service.  If that storm gets any closer, we’re going to have our hands full.”

Hurricane Ripley had been making its way up the coast for two days now, keeping the entire Eastern seaboard in a constant state of anxiety.  It was going to make landfall at some point – the question was whether it would hit Bright’s Ferry, or just spank them a little and head north.  Tony and the rest of the town had been keeping a close eye on it, and Colin Daniels, Bright’s Ferry’s charismatic mayor and Evie Asher’s boyfriend, had already started disaster relief preparations in case the situation took a turn.  Worst case, the town had been known to flood.

Thank God the Harvest Festival is over, thought Tony.

The annual celebration brought in tourists by the truckload, but now that they were past that and just a couple of weeks shy of Thanksgiving, tourist season was winding down.  There would be a surge again around Christmas, and then Bright’s Ferrians would settle down for a long New England winter.

But first, they had to get through the storm, and Nora Allen would have to wait until Tony had finished dealing with keeping his town safe.

Allen-Arnetto.

“She left her gloves,” said Evie abruptly, and Tony noticed the purple knit swatches lying on the desk.

He picked them up, still slightly warm from her hands, and emotion clogged his throat along with a desperation he hadn’t felt since the Harbor Master had come to tell him that the Allen-A-Dale had been lost in the storm.

The gloves dropped from his nerveless fingers.

“Be right back,” he managed, and bolted out the door.

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“Storm” Thoughts

21 Saturday Sep 2013

Posted by LilyRede in Bright's Ferry, More Than A Night, Safe From the Storm

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There are still little red marks all over MORE THAN A NIGHT, so it’s going to be a few more days until I work my way through everything, but I’m very pleased with how it’s turning out!  The barn scene is especially hot…:)

I’m taking today to work on SAFE FROM THE STORM, for a couple of reasons – a) It helps to put something down and go back to it later with a fresh perspective, and b) Nora and Tony are incredibly challenging and need all the attention I can give them!

I believe I mentioned when I started SFS that Nora was going to be tricky, and she is – she’s a victim of a situation, and the personality she demanded was quiet and ladylike and sort of naturally submissive, which is not what I normally write at all.  Grace in SFF is somewhat submissive in the bedroom, but nowhere else.  But I like the idea that under Nora’s meek porcelain doll exterior is a core of steel and a willingness to do whatever it takes.  As a result, I’m bouncing between letting Tony save her in a hot, alpha, Sheriff-y sort of way, and giving her enough oomph to save herself.  So, he thinks she’s fragile, and so does she, but they’re both wrong – she’s actually a survivor, and not passive in the slightest.  The goal is to find the balance there, and the contrast between Steffen and Tony – Steffen is dominant, aggressive, and a bully, and Tony needs to represent the flip side of that – a little dominant, determined, and actually very wounded underneath it all.  It’s a lot of fun to write, but there are days when I want to tear my hair out!  Anyway, a few weeks on that, and then SAFE FROM THE WILD hopefully for January – more on that to come.

Have a great weekend, my dear readers!

Safe From the Storm

Sheriff Tony Arnetto has been going through the motions since his wife Nora disappeared in a sailing accident five years ago, leaving behind a mysterious inheritance, a shadowy ex-husband, and a pile of questions that make Tony wonder if he even knew the beautiful redhead at all.  When she shows up in Bright’s  Ferry, alive and desperate for his help, Tony finds his world turned upside down.  Torn between love and anger, he struggles to deal with her sudden reappearance in his life, even as the town braces for the storm of the century.

Nora Allen’s past is catching up to her.  Unable to outrun her vicious and manipulative first husband any longer, she’s been forced back to Bright’s Ferry to get Tony to sign over her fortune and hopefully convince the evil Steffen Decelles to leave her in peace at last.  To start over.  However, Nora doesn’t count on Steffen’s desire for revenge or Tony’s stubborn resentment despite the electricity that still sparks whenever Nora comes close to her sexy sheriff.  With the water rising and passion spinning them out of control, Nora and Tony face off against a madman and each other, forced to accept their past if they have any chance of a future.

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SPICY EXCERPT!!! Plus – Werewolves, Muses, and Summer Vacation

17 Monday Jun 2013

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Good morning, readers!

So.  I didn’t think I had a werewolf story in me, but as I was working on SHADOW OF THE RAVEN this weekend and populating Araven’s universe of muses, gods, and other interesting magical folk, a wolfy story just wouldn’t leave me alone.  Luckily, through the HEARTS OF STONE series, the sky’s the limit, so it all ties in together.  I crashed through an outline for ENSNARED, the story of a Lycan who falls in love with the enemy – a woman from the village that slaughtered his people.  It’s going to be tragic, kind of bloody, and hopefully meltingly HOT – and a solid prequel for a longer book in the HoS series down the line.

Speaking of hot, summer starts Friday so I thought a freebie would be in order – keep an eye out for that.  Also, MAKING THE GRADE (TEACH ME TONIGHT #2) should be up by this weekend as well!  Blurb and cover coming probably Wednesday, and maybe an excerpt.

And of course, things in Bright’s Ferry are heating up – here’s a spicy excerpt from SAFE FROM THE STORM to get your week started right.  I cannot express how in love I am with Tony and Nora – it’s going to be tough to let them go when I’m done!

Safe From the Storm

EXCERPT:

He didn’t speak, just started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes hot and predatory, his face grim.

“What are you doing?”

Tony shrugged out of his shirt and she sucked in a breath.  If anything, the years had made him bigger, harder, with ropes of tight muscle under all that gorgeous copper skin.  He was almost smooth, just a sprinkling of dark hair under his taut navel, arrowing down to disappear under his belt.

The belt that Tony was currently unbuckling.

“We can’t do this,” she whispered, pleading.

Hopeful.

Tony unhooked his trousers but left the zipper up, the ends of the belt hanging down to frame what was very impressive, very hard proof of his arousal.

Nora stepped back until her knees hit the bed, and Tony followed, crowding into her space until she could feel the heat of his skin an inch away.  She didn’t dare touch him.  Tony didn’t seem to have any similar reservations because he put his hands on her hips and yanked them tightly against his own, letting her feel every inch of his cock right where she needed it the most.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Nora, and it stops.”

He didn’t seduce, he didn’t coax, he simply stated a fact, harsh lust turning his voice to a growl.  For a moment, Nora just stared into his eyes, mourning the romantic, tender man she’d left behind.  The man she’d destroyed.  She wondered if he was still in there somewhere.

I still love you, she thought, realizing that she would take him any way she could get him, even for a few incredibly dangerous stolen moments in time.  Even if he was practically a stranger.  If she had any pride left, she would tell him what he was waiting to hear, but he was rock solid against her, radiating heat and strength and echoes of everything she’d left behind so many years ago.

Nora lifted a hand to touch his cheek and he jerked back, his eyes stormy, and abruptly tipped her back so that she bounced on the mattress.

“Tony, what – ”

She struggled up to her elbows, but he was already on his knees on the floor between her legs, spreading her thighs wide and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed.  Wasting no time, he tossed the skirt of her dress up, his eyes heating at the sight of the garters holding her stockings up.  Nora gasped as Tony grabbed a fistful of her lace panties and yanked, shredding the delicate material.  Her clit throbbed at the sound of ripping fabric, and then she was bare to him and he was spreading her swollen folds with his thumbs, exposing her drenched core.

Nora shuddered as he looked his fill, holding her wide.  This was not the man she left behind.  The Tony she knew had never ripped her panties or taken control with rough, delicious hands.

God, what a turn on.

She was soaked.

“You started waxing,” he muttered, and there was awe in his voice.

Not for you, she thought with a pang.

Stefan had been a bully, abusive and cruel almost from the start.  He enjoyed dressing and undressing her, making sure she was groomed and prepared for him at all times, like a living sex toy.  The waxing had become a habit.

This was different.  For all of Tony’s unsentimental lust, his hands were firm but not harsh, and his eyes were full of heat, not malice.  Steffen had never done this, never knelt with the intention of pleasuring her.  For all of Tony’s coolness toward her, Nora still felt like a person.

Her thoughts fragmented at the feel of his tongue swiping through her wet folds.  Nora arched, stunned as pleasure lashed her.  She was still mostly clothed, and this was shocking and dirty and wonderful.  Tony had always teased her gently, with patient licks and careful suction.  Not anymore.  His mouth devoured her, teeth lightly scraping her overexcited clit as he drew it in to suck, tongue trailing down through her folds to test her slick opening and then, shockingly, further down to flicker against the pucker of her anus.

He demanded her response, and she was helpless to resist.

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StoryFindsX and a SAFE FROM THE STORM Blurb

13 Thursday Jun 2013

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What a lovely week I’m having!  The muses are behaving, Jane and I are getting lots of love for PLAYING HOOKY, and the pages are cranking.  I’m happy to announce we’re on StoryFindsX this week!  If you get a chance, stop by for an exclusive excerpt from PLAYING HOOKY, and help spread the word!

http://storyfindsx.com/section/peep_show

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In other news, I finally got the blurb together for SAFE FROM THE STORM:

Safe From the Storm

There’s a storm coming to Bright’s Ferry…

Sheriff Tony Arnetto has been going through the motions since his wife Nora disappeared in a sailing accident five years ago, leaving behind a mysterious inheritance, a shadowy ex-husband, and a pile of questions that make Tony wonder if he even knew the beautiful redhead at all.  When she shows up in Bright’s  Ferry, alive and desperate for his help, Tony finds his world turned upside down.  Torn between love and anger, he struggles to deal with her sudden reappearance in his life, even as the town braces for the storm of the century.

Nora Allen’s past is catching up to her.  Unable to outrun her vicious and manipulative first husband any longer, she’s been forced back to Bright’s Ferry to get Tony to sign over her fortune and hopefully convince the evil Steffen Decelles to leave her in peace at last.  To start over.  However, Nora doesn’t count on Steffen’s desire for revenge or Tony’s stubborn resentment despite the electricity that still sparks whenever Nora comes close to her sexy sheriff.  With the water rising and passion spinning them out of control, Nora and Tony face off against a madman and each other, forced to accept their past if they have any chance of a future.

What do you think?

I’m pretty happy with it for the moment – as I was working on it this evening, the heroes for Book #4 in the series tapped me on the shoulder.  I love it when they just announce themselves, and all of a sudden you have half the story worked out. More on that later.  All I’ll say is that it’s for the fall, the title is SAFE FROM THE WILD, and the two protags are going to require some serious survival skills…LOL…

Back to More Than A Night!  Getting close!

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EXCERPT!!! Safe From the Storm

27 Monday May 2013

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Happy Memorial Day my dearest readers!!!  I spent the long weekend working on MORE THAN A NIGHT, but I thought today I’d share a little unedited excerpt from the beginning of SAFE FROM THE STORM, coming out just in time for the 4th of July holiday.

Still need to write up a blurb, but here’s the basics:

Sheriff Tony Arnetto has been mourning his presumably dead wife for five years after she disappeared in a sailing accident.  Since then, he’s had to deal with all sorts of crazy rumors about missing fortunes, former husbands, and legal nonsense about her will.  Just as he’s finally thinking to put it all behind him, Nora shows up again, clearly not dead, and clearly in trouble.  This scene takes place just after she first shows up, and Tony refuses to help her (bad Tony), because he feels betrayed and angry and totally freaking insane that she’s still alive and hid it from him.  Fun stuff. 🙂

Safe From the Storm

EXCERPT:

It wasn’t hard to spot her, and Tony caught a glint of weak sunlight on flame-colored hair turning the corner at the end of the block.  The sight of her disappearing…again…was too much for him, and without conscious thought he was striding swiftly down the street.  Then jogging.  Then running at top speed, nearly crashing into a mailbox as he turned the corner, scanning the block for a glimpse of her.

Nothing.

Just the ordinary citizens of Bright’s Ferry going about their business, completely unaware that their beloved Sheriff Tony was in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

Frantic, Tony started down the block, desperate for a clue as to where she’d gone, when a soft little sound from the alley behind the butcher shop had him stopping short.  Heart pounding, Tony stepped into the dim alley and peered around the scarred dumpster.  His gut churned at the sight of her huddled against the brick in that fucking coat that was too thin for late fall in New England, and her gloveless hands wiping wet cheeks as she struggled to hold it all in.

“Goddammit, Nora,” Tony growled, and she looked up, startled.

The anguish and fear swimming in those big blue eyes was too much for him, and before he knew it, he was across the alley, yanking her into his arms just as she burst into tears.

His good sense was screaming at him.  What the fuck are you doing, Arnetto?  This woman is nothing but wrong.  Are you having trouble remembering that she played you, stuck your heart in a food processor and left you a pathetic shell of a man?

These were all excellent points, but the tirade was just a dim irritation because Tony was reeling, every nerve ending overwhelmed by the sensation of Nora’s lush body pressed against his own.  How could he have forgotten?  She was all soft, trembling curves, and Tony’s hands shook as he stroked her back in an old, familiar gesture while she sobbed against his chest.

Alive, he thought, marveling.

Her hands were cold and that was unacceptable, so Tony slid them under his jacket, the move pressing her breasts against his, his heart jumping into his throat when she snuggled in even closer.  The scent of strawberries rose from her hair and Tony felt himself go hard in an instant.  He’d avoided strawberries since she’d left, the scent she preferred twisting the knife even deeper, making the longing and grief that much more unbearable.  Now he was unprepared for the surge of lust that swamped him, pushing him to affirm her existence with a primal thrust between creamy thighs, hearing her cries of pleasure as he took them both over the edge.

“Tony,” whispered Nora, clearly aware of the hard length cuddled against her belly.

“No,” said Tony, furiously.

Whether he wanted them or not, soon there would be lawyers and explanations and shouting, and then she would be gone again.  He didn’t want to hear it.  Right now, the only thing that seemed to matter was that she was alive and in his arms again, where she belonged.

She doesn’t belong, whispered his common sense.

Nora looked up at him, her blue eyes wet and dark with emotion, and Tony snapped, swallowing her gasp as his mouth came down on hers, her plump, pink lips parting for him as her back hit the brick.  At the first taste of her, Tony lost his mind, starved for her kiss, demanding a response as his hands tried to re-learn every inch of her.  Though still curvy where it counted, she’d lost a little weight she couldn’t afford to lose, and he growled at the feeling of her ribs under his fingers.  Nora gasped against his mouth as his hand found her breast, the weight perfect in his hand, her nipple hard and tight under his fingers.

Stop!  You have to stop!

For a panicked second, Tony didn’t think he could.  He was seconds from yanking her skirt up to rip her panties away, and for an insane moment, couldn’t see the problem with taking her against a dirty brick wall in a cold alley behind a dumpster.  He’d keep her warm.  Hell, he’d make sure they both went up in flames.

And she’d let you.

She was unbelievably soft and yielding, and it was that thought – that she’d go along with anything he suggested – that had Tony wrenching his mouth and hands away, panting.  He couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t let her lure him in like this again.

“Shit,” he muttered, closing his eyes to block out the sight of her, no longer cold, but flushed and tousled, her mouth swollen from his, the buttons of her prim little dress undone to reveal a mile of mouthwatering cleavage and a hint of white lace.

When did I do that?

“Tony, we have to talk,” Nora said, her voice unsteady.

Tony stumbled back.

No talking.  Not ever. 

She was like a siren luring him to his doom, and he couldn’t risk her soft voice lulling him toward the rocks.

No matter how fucking good it feels.  I have to get out of here.

“Talk to my lawyer,” he managed, and fled.

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SAFE FROM THE STORM – COVER

09 Thursday May 2013

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See, now I had to just go back and finish it…:)

Yummy.  Coming June 2013.

Safe From the Storm

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