This or That: Excerpts

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Just for the Night


Still riding high in the success of his presentation, he caught a glimpse of movement across the room. The scent hit him before he turned. Soft roses, with an underlying layer of sexy heat. It made him think of making wild love in a garden under the full moon.

Crazy, he told himself as he stepped fully into the room and let the door swing shut behind him.

Then his brain sputtered. He stared. His heart raced like he’d just taken a long, deadly dive off a high cliff. His body tightened, his senses on full-alert. It took Jason’s body a few extra seconds to filter the rush of energy flying through his system. Lust mixed with shock. Memories cascaded like a waterfall, pouring over forgotten hopes and hurts.


Thickly lashed brown eyes, tilted like a startled cat’s at the corners, stared back at him. He recognized the horror in her gaze, just like he recognized the flash of hot desire beneath it. Pale color rose, washing over her high cheekbones.

It’d been two years. And still, he could perfectly remember how those silky curls felt in his fingers. He knew exactly how that wide, mobile mouth would feel on his body. He could see that lush little body stripped of its frilly black suit, naked and poised over the hard length of his.

He rocked back on his heels and grinned.

“Well, well,” he murmured. “If it isn’t the luscious Larissa. Who knew hell would freeze over this quickly?”





Naughty Vegas Nights


“Most people just think of lingerie in simple terms, but I know it’s more,” Drew said softly. Natasha’s gaze met his. He could tell she was trying to look amused, but the embers were there in her eyes. He just had to fan them into a flame.

“I know that lingerie is a form of titillation for both the man and the woman. A woman wears it to visually stimulate a man, sure. But she also wears it to stimulate herself. The feel of the silk caressing her skin, the raspy scratch of lace, the seduction of chiffon. The tactile stimulus that not only makes her vividly aware of her femininity, but of how to sexually arouse herself. Of the pleasure of touch, yes. But also of the pleasure of anticipation.”

Tasha’s gray eyes darkened like a winter storm and a soft flush warmed those sharp cheekbones. Yeah, the flames were flickering. Drew picked up a royal blue satin thing she’d explained was a teddy and trailed it over her forearm. Her breath caught.

“For the man, lingerie is a visual feast, and a tantalizing promise. What does it say? Demure pink silk, flirty polka-dots on cotton or hot red satin. Each one tells a man what kind of mood, what kind of sex, his lady has in store for him. And each night it can be different. As often as a woman changes her mood, she can change her lingerie,” he rasped out.

Tasha took a shaky breath.

Yeah, he had her.

Then she raised a patrician brow in that haughty, lady-of-the-manor way that used to drive him crazy. Hell, still drove him crazy. “And sometimes a woman simply chooses her lingerie according to the needs of her outfit for the day.”



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