Despite the burnout I talked about 2 weeks ago, I do have one more book coming out this year!
Thankful For You is part of the Calendar Men series from Decadent Publishing--about 12 men who agree to model for a calendar to raise money for the families of veterans. I haven't done a lot of contemporary erotic romance lately, but this was a fun little jewel to write.
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.
Naughty Excerpt:
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.”