This or That: Excerpts


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They’d kicked off the evening with Caryn telling them all about her latest sexy hookup, in very graphic detail.

Gia couldn’t remember the last time she’d had graphic details worth sharing. Not like Caryn’s, which included a Thai restaurant after hours, coconut martinis and silk scarves. But that was Caryn. She saw something she wanted and she made it happen. Sometimes it happened with curry.

Or there were the impossible-to-compete with details of Jessa’s Caribbean cruise last year. On the first day, she’d met her dream guy, spent the next five days being romanced and five nights being sexually worshiped. Then, to top it off, she’d brought the guy home and married him.
And Sara, well, Sara had almost too many details. Dramatic details, sure. But they were still details. This month she couldn’t decide if she was in love with a guy she’d met at a club last month or her ex-girlfriend who kept calling. Sara bounced from sexual adventure to heartache to despair and right back in lust again.

And then there was Gia. It wasn’t like she was the sad and lonely friend. She’d had boyfriends. She’d enjoyed plenty of good sex and knew her way around an orgasm. But none of her adventures included scarves, cruises or kink.

Not like her friends.

Jessa was the princess. Pretty, pampered and sweet, she’d always inspired guys to fall at her feet.

Caryn, on the other hand, was a ball breaker. She had a plan and worked it. She had guys at her feet, too, but usually on a leash.

Sara flew through life, and sex, like it was an all-night buffet and she was starving. She never stayed still long enough for guys to even find her feet.

And then there was Gia. Good ole average Gia. Dependable, nice, cute.

Not phenomenal. Not horrible.

Just average.

Average sucked.

“Gia? What’re you craving?” Jessa asked from where she lounged on the couch, her head back on the pillow to better enjoy the moisturizing benefits of her facial mask.

Slicking another coat of midnight crimson polish over her nails, Gia absently finished her thought aloud, “A wild sexual adventure that includes chocolate, feathers and three dozen orgasms?”

The room went silent. Even the iPod, playing Rihanna in the background, seemed to quiet.

Oh shit. Had she said that aloud?

Gia looked up to find three sets of eyes locked on her in varying states of shock and amusement. She winced, then carefully pushed her martini glass away





There’s a New Witch in Town


She’d almost killed the sexiest man she’d ever met. Why was she surprised, considering every-thing else going wrong in her life?

“I’m sorry about the damage,” Gideon said for the third time. “I should have watched where I was going. I’ll repair it for you, though.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I can’t believe you fell through my floor. I feel horri-ble.”

Never let it be said a Lansing didn’t make a lasting first impression.

Miki had spent the first half hour after Gideon arrived watching him from a safe distance. He looked just like her favorite carpenter hunk on one of those do-it-yourself shows. The same hunk she’d been having naughty dreams about. The ‘please don’t let me wake up yet, I want another or-gasm’ type dreams.

Who knew suddenly single would take on a whole new meaning to her nervous system when confronted by a real live sexy hunk? She’d finally got comfortable enough to try her hand at a little witty repartee, a few flirty remarks. He’d been so impressed, he’d hit the ground, face first.

Of course, her magical whack upside his head might have had something to do with that. She’d seen the porch board start to crack under the weight of both him and the box of cookware. She’d sent a flurry of energy to the board, hoping to strengthen it. And watched Gideon promptly fall through as the board disappeared.

With a sigh, she led the way back through the tiny hall of the house toward the kitchen, Gideon right behind her. Miki shoved and pushed at the stack of boxes in the minuscule excuse of a kitchen until she found the one labeled Sunset. Ripping open the packing tape, Miki found the kitchen linens she’d packed away eight years before and grabbed a towel. She soaked a cloth with cold water and turned to where Gideon stood, disheveled and dusty.

He was gorgeous. All male in a way that made her very grateful she was female. Especially when he looked at her. Brown hair, streaked with golden highlights women paid a fortune for back in sunny California, brushed the collar of his denim work shirt. She eyed the hair visible above the top button of his shirt and bit back a sigh. After years of nearly-hairless Perry, this guy oozed testos-terone.

If she was honest, Miki figured Gideon Ross was yummier than chocolate-coconut-pecan cook-ies, and probably twice as bad for her. Because, like the cookies, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to stop at just a nibble or two. Nope, he was definitely a decadent overindulgence waiting for a midnight craving. And like any recovering chocoholic knew, the best way to resist temptation was to avoid it. The man was mortal. She was fresh out of a divorce. The combination made him poison. She’d do well to remember that.

But she couldn’t send him off bleeding. Not when it was her fault he’d gotten hurt in the first place.

“Here, let me wash that gash on your arm.” She gestured to the only piece of furniture in the room, a barstool painted peacock blue and decorated in a rainbow of checks, swirls, and swishes.

Gideon gave the stool a doubtful look before settling on it. Miki figured he had to be over six feet, since she had to look up to him. With Gideon perched on the stool, they were eye to eye. She swallowed. Maybe she should open a window or something? The tiny kitchen was getting much too warm.



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