Hi Readers! I’m excited to be celebrating the Second Anniversary of my
first novella, NAKED TREATS. And I’m glad to be Emily’s guest today, and
to offer NAKED TREATS on sale for just 99 cents all month at all online
outlets. I’m also doing a giveaway. For your chance to win, see details at the
end of this post.
Official Blurb
How does a newly
graduated culinary student distinguish herself in a city full of experienced
personal chefs? Rose Phelps cooks for her private clients in the nude. Her
favorite client is sexy and successful Zack Cranston, a confirmed bachelor. The
more he’s around Rose, the harder it is for Zack to resist her naked charms.
Still, he figures all he needs is one night between the sheets with her and
he’ll be over it.
Up till now, Rose has ignored his teasing advances; she’s dead set on keeping things all business between them. Then unexpected circumstances cause their emotional and personal boundaries to crumble. Will one night of smoking hot sex lead Zack and Rose to heartbreak and pain, or the possibility of a whole new future together?
Up till now, Rose has ignored his teasing advances; she’s dead set on keeping things all business between them. Then unexpected circumstances cause their emotional and personal boundaries to crumble. Will one night of smoking hot sex lead Zack and Rose to heartbreak and pain, or the possibility of a whole new future together?
WARNING: The following excerpt contains
adult content. By reading further, you certify that you are at least 18 years
of age.
Spicy Excerpt
He’d crossed the line just now, yes. But could
you blame a guy? She’d stuck that delectable finger of hers right in his face.
To be honest, there were other delectable parts
that he’d much rather have captured. Those parts are what had no doubt given
him the erection. There were her lush red lips, which had been only inches away
from his. Not to mention her naked breasts swinging soft and full as she’d
beaten the eggs. Oh how he longed to close his mouth around one of her firm
pink nipples.
Setting the bottle down, he swirled the liquor
against the edge of the glass and then turned around. She was carefully filling
the ramekins with hot custard, pretending to ignore him. Fine. As long as she
didn’t put on her coat and leave in a huff, he hadn’t totally blown it with
her.
He let out a long, slow breath. Okay. He’d bide
his time for now; he’d continue to play the game her way. After all, he did
have a reputation for his nerves of steel, his cool control, even under the
most severe pressure. He was confident that her reserve would thaw, contract or
no, and he’d have her between the sheets. He’d seen the way her pupils dilated
and heard the catch in her breath. Hell, her nipples were hard as buttons right
now, and not because of a chill in the air. He’d bet his BMW she was just as
turned on as he was.
Yeah, one hot night together. That’s all he
needed. He’d fuck her till she couldn’t stand up. They’d part as friends. She’d
be out of his system for good then.
But she’d also be out of his kitchen. That
knowledge stabbed through him, then he laughed at himself. The city was full of
personal chefs he could hire. God knows he didn’t really need a naked one.
Zack retreated to his favorite recliner in the
living room and clicked on the television. From here, he only had to cant his
head a few degrees to see what Rose was doing now. Something with lettuce and
lemons. Then she turned to the wall oven and opened it to look in at the
desserts, allowing him a perfect view of her curvy ass framed by the ties of
the apron. His cock responded immediately. A whole new scenario began to play
through his mind. Rose, bent forward over the island, her elegant pussy impaled
from behind on his thrusting cock.
God.
Zack flicked blindly through a dozen TV channels.
What had ever made him think he could have a naked female parading around his
home and not want to fuck her? Especially someone as luscious as Rose? What a
crazy, unnatural idea.
And he couldn’t be the only one of her clients
dealing with this problem. No doubt most, if not all, of Rose’s clients wanted
to fuck her.
Had they all managed to maintain their distance?
Or had she let her guard down for some of them?
An unreasonable streak of something like jealousy
twisted in his gut as he pictured another man beside her at the island right
now, nibbling her ear, squeezing her breasts, sweeping aside her apron.
Helpless, he watched as the Rose of his fantasy dropped her spoon and turned
into the embrace of the other man. Her throaty moans pierced him clear through.
The stranger took possession of her, laying her back on the counter, spreading
those creamy white thighs wide open.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Fantasy Rose cried, offering
herself up like a delicious gourmet treat. When the make-believe man buried his
face in Rose’s pussy, Zack leaped out of his chair and headed back out to the
terrace.
The sun had set, throwing its colors onto the
neighboring buildings and the lazy river that wound away in the distance. An
evening breeze cooled his face. Some kind of small bird lit on the railing and
then flitted away. Gradually, Zack came back to reality.
This simply wasn’t going to work.
He couldn’t wait any longer to have her.
He had thought he could, but this relentless pull
toward Rose had become stronger than anything he’d ever experienced before. He
turned and leaned back against the rail, staring through the glass of the
sliding door. She was setting the table. A pair of tapers threw flickering
light on the terrain of her face and body as she moved about the room.
An odd sense of yearning spiraled through him;
the implications of it stunned him cold.
He wanted her in his bed, yes. God knows he’d
wanted to fuck her since the first morning she’d appeared in that sweet little
apron of hers.
But he wanted her there in his kitchen, too,
setting his table. And he wanted her to look up at him and smile, and then
stroll out onto the terrace with her own drink. He wanted her to stand beside
him at the railing and watch as the sunset colors faded from the sky. He wanted
her long, slim fingers intertwined with his.
Damn. Damn. He was so screwed.
One night with Rose, if she ever did give him the
opportunity, wouldn’t be enough.
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Intrigued? I hope so! Here’s
where you can grab NAKED TREATS on sale during the month of April 2013 for just
99 cents:
Buy it on Amazon here
Or from Evernight Publishing here
I’m also giving away a $25
Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter. To leave your comment, you’ll need to
go to my website and click on the NAKED TREATS 2nd ANNIVERSARY tab
at the top of the website. Here’s a link to that
page.
Thanks so much for
stopping by Emily’s website today and for reading my excerpt! ~ Pepper
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