Hi everyone! Happy Spring! Look! My daffodils are in full bloom! HUZZAH!!
First off, congratulations to last month’s winner, Shirley Long! Shirley, email me at email@example.com to claim your preview copy of One Rodeo Season!
It’s been an exciting, exciting month here at Chez Anderson! I’m so very thrilled to announce that The Nanny Plan, my Feb. 2015 Harlequin Desire, was nominated for a RITA® for Best Contemporary Novel: Short! I’m so thrilled and in such amazingly good company. The winners will be announced on July 16th so I have a lot of time to panic about what to wear. Just kidding! I’m so thrilled to be nominated and super excited that I already had plans to attend the RWA conference in San Diego this summer. So fingers crossed!
In other news, A Surprise for the Sheikh is out now! This is a story that got its start on Twitter. I was joking around with Maisey Yates, who writes a lot of sheikh stories and said What if we combined our favorites–cowgirls and sheikhs?
Three weeks later, my lovely editor asked me to write–you guessed it!–a cowgirl and sheikh story!
As always, I save the super-spicy excerpts for you guys so, without further ado, A Surprise for the Sheikh!
Her hands stilled against his chest. “I’ve changed. Since that night.” She said it as if she were afraid of what his reaction to her body would be.
But Rafe was staring down at the luscious curves. “If anything, you have changed for the better” He lifted her hands away from his chest and guided her back onto the bed until she lay before him. He could not be so thoughtless as to take her roughly, not when she was already nervous. Their first time, she had shared the wine with him and there had been no hesitation. But this time, he knew he needed to reassure her.
“Oh, Rafe,” she moaned as he kissed down her neck to the valley between her breasts. Yes, he thought that perhaps they were slightly larger—fuller, he decided as he cupped them in his hands and slid his thumbs over the cups of the bra, right where her nipples should be.
“Take it off,” she whispered, threading her hands through his hair and lifting herself up off the bed.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, reaching behind her back and deftly removing her bra.
“If anyone else said that to me, I’d think they were full of it,” she giggled. “But when you say it…”
“It is because I mean it.” He lowered his head to her breast, letting his tongue work her nipple into a stiff peak. “I cannot help myself,” he murmured against her skin as he moved to her other breast. “When I’m with you…”
“I know. I feel the same way. I—oh!” That was as far as she got before Rafe kissed his way lower, pulling her innocent white panties down until she was completely exposed to him.
After that, there were no more words to be said because he was busy bringing her to the heights of pleasure with his mouth and she was busy moaning and writhing under his touch. She kept her hands buried in his hair, guiding him in the direction that she most needed him to go.
Their first time, she had climaxed when he slipped his finger inside her. He would hate for her to think that he had forgotten what she liked best, so he repeated the move.
“Rafe!” she cried out as he lapped at her body, her inner muscles tightening around his finger.
And he could not wait anymore, not for her. He could not even do this properly and remove all of his clothing. He unbuckled his pants and grabbed the condom out of his back pocket and somehow managed to get the thing rolled on before he was against her, covering her body with his as he thrust into her warmth.
“Violet,” he groaned, wanting to hold himself back—to hold himself apart from her because that was the smart thing to do, the calculated move that would contain whatever emotional havoc she wreaked. But he couldn’t, not when she looked up at him with eyes that were glazed with desire, with want—with need.
“Yes,” she said in a hoarse whisper as she tried to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. “Yes, Rafe—.”
He grabbed her hands and held them against his chest, where his heart beat beyond his control. Then he began to move into her and she began to rise against him, meeting him with her own desire, thrust for thrust.
, he tried to say over and over, but his words had left him and all he could do was hold himself together until she cried out in the throes of her pleasure. When she did, when her body tightened down on him, he gave up all hope of holding himself together. He leaned forward and drove into her harder, deeper, until his climax drained him so completely that he fell forward onto her.
They lay there, breathing hard, their bodies still intertwined. Violet worked her hands free and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him to her. “Wow, Rafe. Just…wow.”
He managed to roll to one side. “A compliment, I hope?”
“Oh, yeah.” She giggled again, a light sound of joy.
It made him want to laugh with her. He grinned down at her, tracing the curve of her cheek with the tip of his finger. “When we marry, it will always be like this, I think. You and I…”
His words trailed off because her mouth had twisted off to one side and her eyes had narrowed. “Violet?”
Silently, she sat up, and then stood and walked away from him. Far too late, Rafe realized what he’d said.
He had overplayed his hand.
Whew! Rafe was a lot of fun to write because he simply does not play by the rules but Violet brings him around as only she can. They are a lot of fun together!
Next month I’ll be back with more cowboys and more giveaways but for this month, leave a comment about what’s been your favorite part of Spring thus far (Daffodils for me!) and I’ll give away one copy of The Nanny Plan to a lucky winner!