It’s Monday!  Yes, I’m not thrilled either.  But here we are. 🙂

To soothe all the grumpy little bears out there, here’s a spicy little excerpt from MORE THAN A NIGHT.  I’ve fixed the weirdness in the middle chapters that was bothering me, so I’m hoping that a few long days of writing will let me get it in the queue this coming weekend.

Hang in there, and keep the coffee handy!  Also, if you have a sec, scroll down to the most recent post and answer this weekend’s Kringle poll to help me decide how to expand my spicy little holiday series this December!  Thanks!  xoxo

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BLURB (work in progress blurb, ahem…):

After a lifetime of isolation caring for her eccentric, chronically ill father in the middle of nowhere, Erin James suddenly finds herself extremely wealthy, but utterly alone.  Her attempts to date are disastrous as she realizes that not only does she have no idea how to talk to men, but most of them only want her for her money. Determined to give herself the physical experiences she’s missed out on, she decides to use her new wealth to hire an escort – no messy emotional entanglements, no embarrassment over her lack of experience. Unsure where to find such a person, she turns to her sympathetic lawyer for advice. Luckily, she seems to know just the right man…

Henry Warren would do anything to keep his ranch afloat, but he’s out of credit and he’s running out of time, with people depending on him. When his lawyer offers an outrageous suggestion – one night with a reclusive client of hers, he’s just desperate enough to agree. He doesn’t expect to find a sweet, funny young woman hot enough to drop him to his knees.

When one night isn’t enough for either of them, Erin proposes a deal that could save Henry’s ranch forever, but will the money that brought them together wind up tearing them apart?

EXCERPT:

I CAN’T BELIEVE I just said that.

The man was offering to give her a night of romance, to wine and dine her, but all Erin could think was, That’s three more hours before I get to feel his body against mine.

From the moment she’d opened the door, she’d known Renee was right.  Everything about Henry Warren radiated solid, honest, and hard-working.  And oh my God, he was hot.  Tall and strong and mouthwatering in clean jeans and a simple button-down shirt.  He smelled terrific, too, like soap and a slight hint of spicy aftershave along with something uniquely his.  She wanted to wallow in it.  It might make her a total slut, but she simply couldn’t wait any longer.  Erin had given herself Henry Warren as the ultimate present, and she didn’t intend to waste a minute.

He was a little shocked, she could tell, and Erin kicked herself for rushing it, but then he smiled, and her mouth went dry as that hand that had been driving her crazy with tiny little rubs into her palm now slid up her arm to cup her face.

“Then, Miss James, I’d say we start with this.”

Giving her plenty of time to back away, Henry lowered his mouth to hers, and there wasn’t anything awkward or slobbery about it.  His lips were warm and firm against hers, and she gasped as she felt his tongue stroke her lower lip.  She felt like she was drowning as he coaxed her tongue out to play with his, patiently, gently, building hunger by degrees.

It wasn’t enough.

Barely aware of what she was doing, Erin sank her teeth into his lower lip, relishing his groan as he froze.  Then, suddenly, nothing was gentle anymore.  Henry hauled her up against him and the crush of his chest against her breasts had her pussy throbbing for more while he ravaged her mouth.  Her arms were around his neck, the softness of his hair under her fingers a visceral delight.

This was more than a kiss.  This was epic.

Henry pulled away, panting.

“Fuck,” he murmured, “We need to slow down.”

“But – ”

“Trust me,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose, and she melted as he moved to explore her jaw and the sensitive skin of her throat, “Tell me what you like.”

Erin put a little space between them, though she didn’t let go.

“I don’t know what I like,” she confessed, unsure.

“You must have fantasies.  Tell me one.”

Every muscle in Erin’s body clenched at the thought of sharing something so intimate with a virtual stranger, and then her body flooded with heat at the thought that he would make it a reality.

“Nothing leaves this room, right?” he reminded her, and she nodded.

His hands were petting her now, down her back to her hips and back up to brush the sides of her breasts, learning her shape.  It was distracting and delicious, and Erin mustered her courage.

“Can I undress you?” she asked.

“Honey, you can do anything you want.”  His low growl wrapped around her like warm caramel. “What happens once I’m naked?”

Erin swallowed.  The hunger in his eyes was making her dizzy.

“Then you undress me, and then – ” She hesitated.

“Go on,” he murmured.

“Then you taste me.  Everywhere,” she finished in a rush.

Henry grinned and pulled her to her feet to stand by the bed.

“We’re going to have to work on your imagination, honey.  That sounds more like just the appetizer course to me.”

While she was puzzling that out, Henry set her hands on his chest.

“I’m all yours.”