Hi everyone, and happy Isn’t It Still Winter? I don’t think it is because look! The first daffodils of the season, a solid month early! Even the magnolia is about to bloom out. We had a cold January but it appears that we skipped Feb. and March all together and are currently having April. I’m not looking forward to the bugs this season, let me tell you.
But for now, please just enjoy my beautiful flowers!
Thanks to everyone who commented last week on Maggie Chase’s guest post. The winners of the giveaways were L. Raines and Martina A! Congratulations, you two! Look for your copies of His Topaz and Their Emerald in your inboxes!
Okay! I have another new book out this month, kicking off a super-busy spring. This month is Billionaire’s Baby Promise, which is the 8th book in the Beaumont Heirs series! Finally, we figure out who the mysterious Daniel Lee is!
For the baby’s sake
Secretive billionaire Daniel Lee is known for being ruthless. But he’s discovered his conscience when it comes to Christine Murray. Once, he’d smeared her name to win a campaign. Now that she’s back in the spotlight, with a precious baby to protect, Daniel’s determined to make amends. Even if rescuing Christine and her daughter means sweeping them away to a life he shares with no one
He’ll do anything to earn Christine’s trustand to have her in his bed. But now that the sexy single mom and her adorable daughter are on his turf, he can’t seem to let them go…
I really love how this book came together, you guys. I drew on my experiences teaching English as a Second Language to Koreans in northern Chicago to help me understand how Daniel and his mother lived in Chicago. (I also drew on the one time I took my Kid to the Children’s Museum at Navy Pier. Write what you know!)
And, just like always, I have a super-steamy excerpt just for you guys!
This? Christine grinding down on his erection, holding him by the wrists and nipping at his lower lip while her breasts rubbed against his chest?
This was all about the emotion.
“I don’t like you,” she whispered fiercely as she pushed herself up and let go of his wrists. “I don’t.”
He heard the lie in her voice and felt it in her hands as she jerked the fly of his pants open. He wouldn’t have thought he could get any harder—but this thing between them—it wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before.
The fact that she made him feel at all—it was something. Did she even realize that? “I want you so bad,” he groaned again as her fingertips stroked over him through his boxer briefs.
“Stop talking.” She yanked his pants down a little and shoved his briefs aside. “Just stop talking, Daniel. I had to change who I was because of you—” She stroked him once, “and move to a new place.” She rose over him again and positioned him at her entrance. “I had to leave behind my friends and my job and—” She bore down on him and he slid up into her in one hard thrust. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Christine,” he got out through gritted teeth. She was hot and wet and tight around him, gripping him with such urgency that he almost came right then and there.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, trying to figure out how to get to her skin. Her body and the way she was surrounding him was all he could see and feel and think. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. God, he’d never needed more in his life.
“No.” For a split second, he thought she’d changed her mind and a part of him nearly died. But instead of throwing herself off him, she grabbed his hands and held them against the back of the couch. “I’m doing this, Daniel.” With that, she began to rise and fall.
“You’re in charge,” he managed to say before his mind quit trying to think. “That’s it. Ride me. Ride me hard.”
“Shut up.” Her mouth crushed down onto his again with such savage fury that he knew he was going to be bruised and he didn’t care.
He took it all—all of her rage, her lust, her burdens. He took everything she had to give him. He thrust up into her and, when her head fell back with a low moan, he leaned forward and dragged his teeth over the layers of flannel, biting and sucking until he had one of her nipples hard and pointed. He nipped at her again until she released one wrist and, threading her fingers through his hair, shoved his head back. “You do that again and I’ll stop.”
That noise—needy, almost a whimper—that wasn’t him, was it? It was. She’d reduced him to this—and God help him, he liked it.
He did what he could—thrusting up into her with a steady rhythm, rolling with her when she shifted from side to side. He let her chase her orgasm at her own speed. It was hers to take.
Still, his control started to fray as she rode him. She felt so good that, although he needed to come, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want this to end.
“Daniel,” she moaned, falling and rising faster and faster. “Oh—.”
“Yeah,” he said, encouraging her. “You feel so good.”
“Shh,” she hissed before grinding down on him.
Daniel felt her body tighten, heard the noises of desire from high in the back of her throat. “Take it, Christine,” he said as her grip on his hands tightened.
And then he couldn’t hold back. As her body held his in the throes of her climax, his control slipped and he came with her.
She collapsed onto his shoulder, panting heavily. Her arms went around his neck and his went around her waist and they were right back to where they’d started in the kitchen—except it was more intimate now because he was still inside of her.
His head began to clear from the fog of lust—and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
He’d just had sex with Christine.
On the couch. Without a condom.
In his condo.
Where he’d never even brought a woman home before.
And then it only got worse because Christine pushed off him and then completely off the couch. She stood while the hem of her nightgown floated back down to her feet and then, before Daniel could do anything, anything, she whispered, “Good night,” and moved away from him.
He hadn’t even been able to come up with a reasonable compliment, for God’s sake.
She had taken everything he had.
Turnabout was fair play, it seemed.
WHEW! That is some steamy stuff! I love that, even though Christine and Daniel are not equals in terms of wealth or position, she still manages to put him in his place.
This month, I’m giving away the entire Beaumont Heirs backlist! Yes! All 7 books to one lucky commenter! All you have to do is tell me–how do you keep the bugs at bay? Those damned mosquitos come at me and I hate them a lot. I’m thinking of buying an indoor bug zapper but I’m always on the lookout for better coping methods (besides wine, of course.)
I’ll be back next month with the book I’ve been waiting years to write–Tom Yellow Bird in Pride and Pregnancy! Wohoo!