Thankful for You releases Nov. 1, but is now available for preorder on Amazon, All Romance e-Books, i-Tunes and Kobo.
Blurb: Appearing in a benefit calendar may have been the dumbest thing veteran Sig Nowicki ever did. Suddenly, he’s become his small town’s golden boy, and he doesn’t much like being in the spotlight. Mostly he needs a job, now that his military career was ended by a grenade.
Pet shop owner Elsie Jordan came to Michigan to start over. She’s attracted to Sig and doesn’t give a rip about his scars, but the ones she carries inside her heart are the real hurdle. She just isn’t sure she has it in her to love and trust, ever again.
Elsie and Sig set out to boost each other’s confidence and finally give in to their explosive passion. The entire town seems happy to help. But both of them need to come to grips with their imperfections and accept that they might just be perfect for each other.
It had been so long Elsie wasn’t sure she’d remember what to do. Sig’s fingers were deft on her buttons, and he pushed off her jacket with a gentle touch, making her tremble as his hands grazed along her shoulders.
Wanting him to hurry, she reached back and undid the single button on her silk shell and lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head.
The shuddering breath Sig sucked in told Elsie he was as affected as she was.
“Your skin is amazing,” he whispered. “Smooth as satin. You sure you’re okay with seeing my messed-up hide? I can turn the light off.”
“Leave it.” Now she was the aggressor, yanking off his tie and undoing his shirt. Heady with power, she kissed each bit of skin she revealed button by button. “Any scars you have are part of who you are.” Truthfully, she was glad his body wasn’t perfect. His scars would be a constant reminder of who she was with—a good man, one who wouldn’t turn on her the moment his lust was sated.
He shrugged out of his shirt and Elsie stepped back to gaze at him. Yes, there were scars. Her heart broke for the pain he must have suffered, probably still did suffer from time to time. Otherwise, though, he was a damn fine-looking man—muscled without being bulky, with a lean waist and a patch of dark hair on his chest that tapered down to a line disappearing into the waistband of his slacks. She licked her lips and squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache in her core.
“Come here.” His deep growl reverberated in his chest as he pulled her close.
“I’m not going anywhere else.” She laced her fingers through the short, crisp hair, above his heart, and felt it pounding every bit as hard as her own. Moisture soaked her panties and hose and her breasts ached with need.
“Good.” He caught her hair in his hands and kissed her while she rubbed her nipples against his washboard abs, seeking relief. His heavy erection pressed against her stomach.
Elsie wasn’t sure which one of them groaned. It could have been both.
When they came up for air, she slid her hand down the front of his trousers and cupped him. Sig pulsed into her palm, even though his boxers.
“Naked,” he gasped. “Now.”
Elsie nodded. Taking an unsteady step back, she stripped. He dropped his slacks, pushing off a pair of plain white boxers at the same time. Elsie caught her breath. “Beautiful.” She reached out to trace the thick ridge running the length of his cock. The flared tip pointed straight toward his chest, a small bead of pre-cum already gathered at the slit. She’d never seen a man this aroused. Certainly not for her.
Sig inhaled sharply. “This is going to be over fast if you keep doing that.” He tugged her back into his arms, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. His tongue plundered her mouth, possessing her with a raw imitation of what was to come next.
Elsie was on fire. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to get his cock lined up against her pussy, feeling every hair on his arms as they brushed her back. The need overwhelmed her senses. She rubbed against him shamelessly, all but begging him to fuck her. He slid a hand between their bodies and closed it around her breast. Elsie’s knees gave out and she sagged into him. Sig lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He spread her legs wide and knelt between them.
“I’ve imagined you like this.” His gravelly voice shook. He ran a finger along the seam of her pussy. “All naked and pink and wet, all for me.”