This super sexy exclusive excerpt is part of my one of my favorite sex scenes in TIGHT QUARTERS which stars Bacon, my pansexual SEAL, and his silver fox reporter co-hero, Spencer. Thanks so much for having me!
“So where are you headed from here?” Tyler asked him as they stood next to the luggage carousel, waiting for their bags to come out.
Oh, the number of ways Cam could answer that question—most of them some variation of Who the fuck knows? But that wasn’t what Tyler was referring to. “I’m crashing with my sister for tonight, and then we’re driving up to my parents’ house for the weekend.”
Tyler nodded. “Where does your sister live?”
Playing with power can land a girl in all sorts of trouble with her man, as six ladies soon discover. Whether she’s a witch who disobeys the no-magic rule, a fairy making lust cakes, an amateur sorceress casting a spell on her boyfriend, a victim of an enchanted necklace, a revenge fairy messing with a deity, or a pleasure fairy abusing her abilities…
Once they’ve experienced the sensual consequences of playing with their magical powers, can these ladies find their happily for now with a hint of forever? Or have they spoiled their chances?
This novel went through two major title changes before it finally became Fourteen Summers. When I first came up with the idea, I called it The Casen Twins. That was the last name I’d given to the brothers before I’d even given them first names. Looking back, I can’t remember why I picked that. Sometimes names pop into my head and stay there. Later, however, I decided that Casen sounded more like a first name than a last name, so I switched it to Kingsman.
A sinful stare that not only screams of sex but depth.
It’s a given that an ideal book boyfriend’s piercing look will be hot-as-hell, but at least to me, he has to have more than gorgeous eyes. The ideal book boyfriend needs to be the type of man that can see what other’s overlook. Nothing gets by him. Those nagging insecurities the heroine might have, or the unease she feels around a group of people are instantly on his radar.
Why does this matter in an erotic romance? It matters because when his attention is fixed on the heroine it’s not only about sex, it’s about self-discovery and intimacy.
Bas stood inside the lounge doorway, overcome with a tsunami of too old for this shit. A giant room packed full of overhyped athletes, speakers pumping out dubstep that rattled his bones, and condoms being pocketed left and right. He was generally easygoing, never taking himself too seriously, but he was here to work, to backup Alex, and to make sure they won relay gold. Not babysit a rave. After a day of travel, pageantry, and avoiding Jacob, he just wanted to crash. Close his eyes, forget the day, and rewind to the night before in his mind, the only place where he’d let those memories live. He did not want to spend his evening here, reminded instead of a prior opening night gone wrong. As it was, he’d already glared off a pair of French swimmers and an Aussie pole vaulter he’d slept with four years ago.