I’m at the Romantic Time Booklovers Convention in Kansas City this week. To Celebrate, I thought I’d post a bit from one of my books each day that I’m away. Looking for one of my books? You can find them all on my page at All Romance eBooks!
Today I’m featuring March Madness – #3 in my Hot Nights in St. Blaise series – one hot story each month in 2013!
Welcome to St. Blaise, Missouri: Home of The Men and Women of St. Blaise Regional Medical Center
When the St. Blaise Regional Medical Center Board of Directors hired hometown girl, Beth Watkins, to jump start their public relations, they never imagined she’d be stripping their most prominent doctors, nurses, and support staff down to their birthday suits in order to beef up the hospital’s bank account.
Six men and six women were chosen to represent the best and brightest of this little town nestled in the heart of the Mark Twain National Forest. They also happened to be the hottest tickets in town. Soon the fundraising calendar is spiking temperatures throughout the Show Me state, and the men and women of St. Blaise are setting their small-town nights on fire.
Shelli Ann Jones never considered ‘It takes one to know one’ an effective pick-up line, but when she runs headlong into St. Blaise Regional Medical Center’s elusive Mr. March, she revises her opinion.
Trauma Surgeon Kevin O’Shea should come with a sign that reads BEWARE OF THE DOG, but Shelli Ann couldn’t hold that against him. She only wanted him for his body. At first.
Kevin is fascinated by his new neighbor. So fascinated, he might be turning into peeping Kevin.
The tables turn when Shelli Ann uses the same meaningless flirtation, casual intimacy, and careful standoffishness Kevin thought he had trademarked against him, forcing him to unleash the full force of his dogged determination in his pursuit to win the heart of the only woman who could break his.
Here’s a taste:
Christ, you’re hot,” he growled.
“You’re hot too.”
He laughed. “No, I meant…I can feel you….”
She arched her back and the sensation of hot woman pressing against hard dick blew up the tracks his train of thought had been traveling. Turning on his heel, he pinned her to the nearest flat surface and reclaimed her mouth. The fridge rocked in time with her circling hips. Her hands fluttered, touching him everywhere, but not nearly enough. Relinquishing her mouth, he peppered her jaw and throat with hungry, wet kisses.
She hiked his shirt up to his armpits then raked her nails down his back. “Hurry, boy,” she whispered.
A long, low groan ripped from the soles of his feet. His body bowed, shying from the pain but all the while begging for more. She did it again and he thrust against her, mindlessly seeking the comfort of her body as lines of fire raced down his back.
“Beg.” She murmured the word against his ear. His body shook, need and exhaustion
battling for precious ounces of strength. God help him, he almost gave in. He almost sank to his knees and begged the woman to let him fuck her until they both passed out. He was this close. Until she added, “Come on, Tiger. Beg.”
His grunt of frustrated disbelief gave him just enough propulsion to whirl away from the fridge. Juggling one laughing, gyrating, maddeningly eager woman, he stumbled to the bedroom. Dumping her on the center of the bed, he followed her down. He pulled her hands from his neck and pinned them high above her head. The echo of her laughter bouncing off the walls faded as the sparkle in her eyes kindled.
She arched off the mattress, lifting her chin to the ceiling and leaving her throat exposed and vulnerable. He went for the jugular, scraping his teeth against her throbbing pulse, sucking the tender skin into his mouth and soothing it with his tongue. Her hips bucked. Her chest heaved. He raised his head and peered into blue eyes clouded and hazy with desire.
“I never beg.”