Can be? Horny Hump Day #1

I’m trying my very first Horny Hump Day post today. Three sentences to whet your appetite…

Jorge moans deep in his throat as my breasts brush against his erection. “Yes, I concede that having control can be overrated.”

“Can be?”

Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…


Facing Your Fear: #8Sunday #Sneakpeeksunday

Here’s another snippet from To Hiss or to Kiss. This is the set up for Chloe’s first visit to Jorge’s house.

He takes the keys, pausing to give me a thoughtful look and, if I’m not mistaken, lingering overlong as our fingers brush during the transaction. I want to moan but bite my lip to stop myself.

His eyes are filled with heat again, even as they assess me with somewhat wary trepidation. “You don’t have much fear, do you?”

I shrug, walking to the passenger side and getting in, playing my bravado for all it’s worth. “Maybe I’m just blissfully naive.” I’m happy to hear him chuckling again. I’m sure he’ll figure out what I fear soon enough.

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Shredded Clothes: #8sunday #sneakpeeksunday

Today, a little taste of lovemaking from my new novel To Hiss or to Kiss.

“These are my favorite jeans. Don’t shred them.”

The rumble of his laughter carries into the breast he’s suckling. He rises up enough to reach down and undo my jeans. “I guess I’ll just take my time getting them off then.” His voice is husky as his hand snakes inside and pushes down my jeans and underwear. He kisses the sensitive skin of my hip and continues to trail wet kisses down my legs as he slowly slides my pants off.

He drops them on the ground, looking down at me with such heat in his eyes that I can’t even remember why I was so mad at him.

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