The Tour Stop
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Authors Note: -- EXCERPT: Gingerly and as graceful as possible in the back of a limo while wearing running gear and stinking like the three miles she’d run, Lena crossed the short space and settled next to Gage. His sheer size and presence overwhelmed her. She quivered in excitement. She tried to keep as much distance between them as she could. She didn’t want to mess up his uniform. Unfortunately, the bench seat was smaller than the other one and he took up lots of space. No matter how she moved, some part of her left side rubbed against him. And wow, did he smell so much better than her. Whatever scent he wore, she could spend the next hour with her nose wedged into the center of his chest or the curve of his neck. Which only edged the heat surrounding her up higher by a notch, or ten. Her phone, tucked into her back pocket, rang out a melody indicating she’d just received a text message. “Ignore it,” Gage murmured. He faced her and stretched one muscular arm along the top of the seat. He twined his fingers through her damp hair. The play of his fingers created a tingle under her flesh. He was actually making her job easier by making the first move. She would start there. She could do this. She only needed it to be short lived anyway. She didn’t plan to keep him. With time not on her side, she’d work with what she had. She needed a husband before her father forced her into a marriage she didn’t want. Gage Barrett was the best choice available for the position. Moreover, judging by the expression on his face, the flaring of his nostrils, and the way he kept shifting to get comfortable, the attraction was mutual. But she didn’t want to appear too easy. “I’m not sure this is appropriate.” “Is the lady of the house lowering herself to play with the driver?” She winced. “I don’t consider you the hired help, Gage.” “That’s exactly what I am, Princess.” She scowled. “I’ve asked you not to call me that.” He narrowed his eyes, but not before she gasped at the intensity of the interest burning there. “Prove I’m not the just the hired help,” he whispered into the silent interior of the car. Lena hadn’t realized just how well the car blocked all exterior noise from entering the sanctum of the lush leather and carpeting. A hundred yards away, down the curving driveway, cars zipped by on the street. Each week a landscaping crew mowed the lawn and weeded the gardens, but today wasn’t that day. No staff, no expected deliveries, nobody to question her motives. Other than herself. He sat there, staring at her. His eyes dark, hungry orbs. He sucked in a breath. So did she, to capture that clean scent of his again. It was like an aphrodisiac. She watched him watching her, as each waited for the other to initiate contact. Her gaze dropped to his lips. His kissable lips. There was a hardness to his jaw, his whole face, but his lips looked soft. Wanting. Tasty. Lena canted forward, closing the distance between them. He was the one to beckon her over, but he hadn’t attempted to bridge the gap. She licked her lips and had the satisfaction of seeing his gaze dart to her mouth. She ran her tongue over them again, just to tease. To tempt. His breath fluttered over her eyes, down the curve of her nose, she was that close to him now. She lifted her lashes, and caught him staring at her. She saw her reflection in his pupils. Shutting her eyes, she summoned her courage and removed the last remaining space between them. She pressed her lips to his. ![]()
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Anne Lange
7/2/2016 02:36:12 pm
Thank you for sharing the news of my newest release!
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