My June 2007 Blaze, Risking It All, appears to be available just about everywhere, having been spotted in bookstores and is shipping from online vendors! Here’s an excerpt :
His hand closed around hers, held it still and she liked the power in his grip, decided that she might want to feel those hands on other parts of her body too.
â€œWell, thatâ€™s good. Because I donâ€™t get involved with good girls.â€
â€œHow do you know Iâ€™m a good girl?â€ she asked. Theyâ€™d stopped along the stretch of ocean breezeway rooms and she stared between two doors, because everything looked a little fuzzy.
â€œTrust me. I know.â€ He grabbed her arm when she pitched forward. â€œCome on, now. Letâ€™s get you back to your room safe and in one piece.â€
â€œIâ€™m not inviting you inside,â€ she said, even as she fumbled in her bag for the key. And he was standing so close and suddenly, she didnâ€™t want to be the damned good girl anymore.
â€œYou donâ€™t even seem to know which room is yours,â€ he said. â€œI think I should take you back to your friend at the bar.â€
â€œWhy? So you can prove to everyone how uptight I am?â€
â€œNow that didnâ€™t even make sense,â€ he said.
â€œAnd neither does this,â€ she said, right before she put her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up on tiptoe and pulled him down so she could kiss him. Really kiss him.
He grabbed her around the waist, held her against him and deepened the kiss. She didnâ€™t want him to ever stop. And when the rough rasp of his tongue played with the soft, sensitive underside of hers, she moaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on his hair.
And when he pulled away, she bit her bottom lip and tried to calm her breathing, but that wasnâ€™t going to happen. Not when he still held her tight against him.
â€œAre you still not inviting me in?â€ he asked.
She searched her bag and came up empty. â€œI donâ€™t have a key,â€ she announced. â€œAll my keys are gone.â€
â€œDoes your friend have a copy?â€
â€œWeâ€™re not sharing a room,â€ she murmured. â€œI guess Iâ€™d better go to the front desk and get a new key.â€
â€œAre you sure this is really your room?â€ he asked.
â€œYes, this is it.â€
He moved her aside and fiddled with the doorknob for half a second before the door opened.
She stared between it and him. â€œYou are a criminal, arenâ€™t you?â€ she asked.
â€œDonâ€™t ask things you donâ€™t really want answers to,â€ he said, and then he picked her up, crushed his mouth against hers and he took them both inside the room.