WINNERS for the ARC Copies of my new story — The Driver’s Seat
Here are the winners of the ARC copies of my new contemporary erotic romance titled,
The Driver’s Seat.
The contest is now closed but if you left a comment as of October 13, 2012 — You won a copy! If you didn’t win — stay tuned because The Driver’s Seat releases in only FIVE days!!!
Seattle Attorney, Belenda “Len” McCreevy has had one hellacious week, but when her battery dies during an ice storm in backwoods Wyoming, it only gets worse. The resort-bound Len is rescued by Jack, local mechanic with a Matthew McConaughey smile and a truck load of dominate appeal that has her hormones raging. It soon becomes clear he’s looking to service more than just her car, but while the man might be good with his hands, Len’s determined to maintain control and be on her way.
Against his better judgment, Jack agrees to let the stubborn woman drive off in the middle of the winter squall with the understanding that if he has to pull her out of a ditch, he’ll also spank her ass.
When Len careens off the road, more than just her car crashes at rock bottom. She swallows her pride and calls the only man who can help.
Stuck in the storm, the two find they have more in common than lust. But will Jack’s secret destroy their growing love and take him out of the driver’s seat?
She studied his handsome features up close, tracing them with her gaze. Full lips, strong jaw dusted with a day’s growth of stubble, slimline nose and those glinting blue eyes. Gorgeous.
He rubbed his palms together and smirked. “Speaking of taking a hand, are you ready?”
Excitement whipped through her like a mountain gale. Or maybe it was the wine she’d consumed too quickly. Either way, her body was ready for him even if she wasn’t.
His hands flexed and fisted at his side, and his breath came in soft pants. She glanced down at his crotch. His jeans were stretched to capacity. A satisfied smile fluttered over her lips. She wanted him. He obviously wanted her. Why couldn’t she have sex with him?
He stood and pulled her up into his arms. A look of mock remorse covered his face. “You realize this is not what I want to do.”
Spanking her ass wasn’t what she wanted him to do either, and she had no intention of letting him. Her eyes met his with a passion flaming as hot as the logs in the fireplace. “Then what do you want to do?”
He cut his gaze to the front of the hearth and back. “I want to throw you down on that bearskin rug and fuck you into tomorrow.”
His words seared her like molten coals from the grate, and her knees almost gave way.
Oh God, yes!
Within the confines of his strong arms, she evened her breath and purred, “Then why don’t you?” Her heart thundered.
“Quite the negotiator, aren’t you? But if I let you off scot-free, you might really hurt yourself next time. And what does that say about me and my word?”
She dropped her gaze and looked up from under her lashes, trying to appear contrite. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, but you could always punish my body in other ways.” She flashed her sexiest smile and pressed closer to whisper against his lips, “Whaddaya say, cowboy?”
The look on his face said it was a done deal and then some. He cupped her breast and his thumb brushed the nipple. Desire burned all the way to her core. He feathered his lips against hers, and a mutual shiver ran through them, beginning at the point of contact and rippling downward. Softly his mouth slanted over hers, hot and moist. She sighed and parted her lips. He slid his tongue inside. A slow buzz of desire became more urgent as he deepened the kiss. His hand brushed down her side and around to caress her ass. His touch felt so good. She laced her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed into one another.
He pulled gently from her lips to look into her eyes. Desire flamed there and mirrored what she felt.
She was lost in lust, drowning in it. “I want you.”
He groaned. Then his eyes darkened. “I’m afraid not yet, darlin’. Not until we settle this piece of business. You’ve got more than one lesson to learn, and the first is that I always keep my word.”
She bristled at the thought, but the set of his jaw and the alcohol clouding her mind kept her from making a convincing argument. Threading her fingers in his hair, she let her mouth do some negotiating of its own, drawing in his sumptuous bottom lip and sucking it gently. She slipped her other hand to his crotch and massaged the bulge in his jeans.
She’d been wrong earlier, thinking he’d overcompensated. Way wrong.
A resonating growl spilled from deep in his chest, and he whispered against her lips, “As good as that feels, I’m afraid you can’t negotiate your way outta this one.”
She dropped her hands and stepped away. Desire rolled between her thighs. She propped her hands on her hips. “You’re not serious?”
His face clouded and a wall of impassivity fell over his features. He sat on the couch and stared at her. “Pull your panties down and lie over my lap.”