Don’t you just love a romance where the guy is dead set on what he does or doesn’t want and digs in his heels when the lady hopes he’ll do something else?
Ah, the conflict. Delicious. Delectable. Damn near sexy at times.
Of course, without conflict, the romance wouldn’t have those wonderful sparks between the characters. Those moments when a reader is on the edge of her seat, muttering, “Come on, do it, damn you. See things her way.”
That’s the tone I struck in the beginning of Sensual Stranger, my newest erotic romance released December 15th. Although Zach’s super attracted to Toni (as she is to him), he’s not about to react to his needs for various reasons. The interplay between them is luscious as she gets him to do what she wants.
Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to show you what I mean.
Into his life she came—wanting…willing…wanton
It’s no ordinary morning when Toni Starr arrives at Zach’s garage. Flat broke, with a past she won’t share, Toni’s instantly taken by such a potently virile man. Direct and unashamed, she tells him she’s a motorcycle performance artist who needs work and knows motors.
Zach knows women, and Toni’s unlike any he’s met. Lushly sensuous, exceedingly assured, she’d easily be his match in business and bed. A provocative challenge that stirs him as nothing has since losing his wife. A chance he’s reluctant to take, offering no more than a month’s employment, then she’ll have to be on her way.
The hours tick by. Each word and glance intensifies their denied yet escalating desire, forcing them to surrender to passion and Toni’s need for Zach’s dominance. Driven by carnal hunger, conquered by yearning, they face the unforeseen truth of Toni’s past and a future neither of them expected.
EXCERPT: (In this scene, Zach has just turned down Toni’s request for a job, which she needs desperately. Instead, he’s offered to buy her breakfast).
Toni watched the woman leave, then tilted her head to the menu, keeping her attention on it, not him, as Zach finally took his seat.
She allowed him enough time to get comfortable before asking, “Whatever I want?”
He teased, “Within reason.”
Toni looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Define reason, Zach.”
He hadn’t thought it possible, but her voice was throatier than he recalled, her guileless expression more provocative than the most blatant come-on. Not for the first time in her presence, Zach had trouble pulling in a full breath. What little air he did manage to take bore her unmistakable lavender scent.
She must have sprayed more of the fragrance on her throat and wrists while she’d been in the ladies’ room. Mixed with the heat of her skin, the scent brought to mind a field of flowers caressed by the summer sun, mist rising from the fragrant earth, naked flesh stretched out on a blanket, tongues meeting, legs entwined, a cock nestled within a juicy, heated sheath.
Define reason, she’d said.
Zach hadn’t a clue as to what that might be. It sure as hell wasn’t what was happening to him at this moment. Even though his mind kept saying ‘get a grip’, every cell in his body remained at attention for her. “Where you from?” he blurted suddenly, needing to know. “Originally?” he thought to add.
A long moment passed before she lowered her menu to the table. “Why?” She forced the sudden caution off her face, replacing it with a lazy smile. “You worried I don’t have a social security number? That I’m not authorized to work in this country?”
Zach nearly smiled at her tenacity in wanting a job. But only for a month, he reminded himself—four short weeks so she could get her bike out of prison and zoom away never to be seen again. “Just curious, that’s all.”
Her gaze slid to the right of him, her expression hiding whatever she thought. “I’m from a lot of places.”
Zach waited for her to add details, even though he figured she would not. He regarded the ends of her hair skimming her throat, the hollow between her breasts, her erect nipples pushing against her stretchy cotton tank, the hard buds reacting to the blast of chilled air pouring from the vent above them.
“I want that,” she said.
At the longing in her voice, Zach followed her gaze to a nearby table, seeing a young man and woman with two preschool children. Their blond good looks and innocent smiles made them a Norman Rockwell portrait of the perfect family from the fifties.
At Toni’s quiet sigh, Zach turned back to her.
Her expression and voice remained distracted as she said, “I haven’t had whipped cream on waffles in a long time.”
Again, he regarded the couple, noticing the woman’s plate heaped with a mound of the sweet treat.
“I’d also like what the guy’s eating,” Toni said. “That omelet looks really good.”
Zach gentled his voice. “Get whatever you want.”
Toni looked at him.
His heart made a weird twist at the yearning he saw in her eyes, followed by her flare of desire, so naked and wanting it rendered him helpless to glance away. She wore the look of a woman who’d deny him nothing, who’d willingly explore their needs wherever he demanded.
Intense warmth settled in Zach’s chest and throat. His scalp tingled.
Toni crossed her legs, her foot brushing his calf, remaining there. Zach didn’t move his leg. Their eyes remained locked. Silence embraced them, feeling somehow right, while the rest of the restaurant hummed with activity and sound. Johnny Cash sang Ring of Fire, the air-conditioner’s fan whooshed out cold air, utensils clacked against plates, people gabbed and laughed.
“So, you two decided yet?” Em asked, intruding upon them, delivering the pitcher he’d asked for.
Zach poured a glass of the ice water, pushing it toward Toni. “Ladies first.”
Her cheeks pinked up.
“So, what do you want?” Em asked.
Toni lowered her gaze to the menu, her expression saying she suddenly recalled it. Head lifted to Em, she blurted, “A job. I’ll waitress or wash dishes or clean the place. Your choice.”
Clearly surprised, Em looked at Zach.
“Do you own this place too?” Toni asked him, dismay in her voice.
Em laughed. “No, hon. I own it with my husband, Hector. He’s the cook.”
“I can help him,” Toni said.
Zach countered, “I thought you were a mechanic, at least when you’re not being a daredevil.”
“A what?” Em asked.
“I’m a mechanic and a motorcycle performance artist, when I’m employed,” Toni retorted, then turned back to Em. “I’m not saying I can cook, but I can follow a recipe. It’s not rocket science, right?”
Em rested her hand on her ample hip. The lines above her nose got seriously nasty with her frown. “To Hector, it is. He’s very proud of what he does.”
“I won’t screw it up, I swear,” Toni said. “All I want is a chance to earn some money.” She craned her head. “Is that Hector?” She pointed across the room to the rectangular window that revealed the guts of the kitchen. Hector, swarthy and sweating, alternately cooked and directed the younger man at his side. “Maybe we can talk.”
“I don’t think so, hon.” Em didn’t move, which effectively blocked Toni from leaving her seat. “Like Zach said, you’re a mechanic. Better stick with what you know.”
“Even if it means I’ll starve? Look, it’s only for a month,” she added quickly, “until I can make enough to get my bike out of impound.”
“Outta where?” Em asked.
“It’s a long story,” Zach said.
Toni’s head swung to him.
He inhaled deeply of her lavender scent. Arousal hit him hard and fast, along with a rush of tenderness at the desperation he saw in her eyes. How far had she’d walked today before reaching Indulgence? Who’d given her a ride when she’d hitched? Hadn’t she worried about hooking up with a stranger who could possibly be a psychopath? Hadn’t she cared? Or were such concerns only for young woman who had families to care about them and money to protect them from harm?
“Please,” Toni said to Em. “I’ll do whatever odd jobs you have around here. I’ll—“
Zach cut in. “A month, no more than that.”
“—work hard—what?” she asked, interrupting herself.
He pushed his paper napkin and utensils to the right and back to the left. “I’ll give you a month at my place. Standard wage.”
Toni’s eyes rounded in surprise. A smile blossomed across her face.
It’s the first time, but certainly not the last, that Toni brings Zach around to her side. J
To celebrate the release of Sensual Stranger, I’m offering a contest today. One lucky commenter will have her choice of one of my following books**:
1. Lush Velvet Nights – ebook
2. Adored – ebook
3. Deep, Dark, Delicious – ebook
4. Close to Perfect – mass market paperback
5. Bad Boys with Red Roses – trade paperback
6. Take My Breath Away – trade paperback
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Sensual Stranger is available now!!
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
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