April 5, 2011

Teaser Tuesday! Featuring...ME!

Okay, okay. I know it's cheesy to start off a segment with oneself, but Oprah does it, why can't I? Heh.

Seriously, though...I'd like to start a new segment to go along with Thursday's Q&A, so why not a blurb tease from current and upcoming book releases?

Sounds good? I thought so too!

If you want to participate email me your blurb, cover, and your website!

This excerpt is from Wild & Wicked, my spicy Romantic Suspense Novella coming out May 15th 2011 from Tease Publishing!

***** Some words are not work safe :-) ******


Set up: Veronica Chance’s sister has gone missing. In order to find Valerie, “Roni Starr” takes a waitressing job at Foxxes Gentlemen’s Club, the last place her sister worked, to search for clues. First day on the job, the club owner makes her give a lap dance to his VIP guest, former detective, Mason Storm.

Excerpt:

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get busted…you don’t have to do this," Mason said.

“He’s probably going to watch,” Starr replied, eyes roving to the spots Karl had surveillance. Now why would a waitress know where the cameras were? “And it’s my first day.” She stepped close, drawing his attention. Long shapely legs, covered to the knees in leather, straddled his thigh. Her hips and waist were within reach, and her full bust directly eye level.

She swayed back and forth, stunningly hypnotic.

When she moistened her lips and spun around giving him a rear view, the blood rushed from Mason’s brain. Starr bent down and pressed her ass against his thighs, his entire body flashed with heat. She grinded in a circular motion, awakening and enlarging his cock surprisingly fast. Spinning again, she dropped to his lap, put her hands on his shoulders, and stared down at him.

With her face clear, he tried to remember where he’d seen her.

She gyrated, eyes seductively peering down. He fought the strain in his jeans with each movement, though she made it impossible. She was hotter than hell during a heat wave. Starr lifted one leg, straddled a single thigh and shook her hips again. The woman bit her bottom lip. So naughty. So his type, he loved it.

Then an image of her with red hair flashed in his mind. She’d been in the club, disguised, sitting alone at the bar, drinking here yesterday. He glanced up at her, knew he was right.
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