Thursday, June 16, 2011

New Contemporary Release 6/22/11

Bump 'n' Grind

Attractive divorcee, Felicia Jeffries, is turning 45 and her friends have dragged her to a male strip club to celebrate. If she had her druthers, Felicia would be hiding in a dark corner with her friends. Instead, she finds herself on stage, dirty dancing with a sexy hottie whose smoldering glances tell Felicia that he could care less about the difference in their ages.
Garrett Holcomb has always liked older women. He enjoys convincing them that their bodies’ natural changes are sexy, rather than the negative they perceive them to be. When Felicia slides her sexy body against his that night in the dance club, he knows they’re meant to be together.
But someone else doesn’t think their love is healthy. And he’ll do anything to make sure they miss out on the future they want together. Including nearly murdering a man…and pinning Garrett for the attack.

He settled Bliss onto her bed with little apparent effort. Felicia slid her friend’s shoes off and covered her with the throw she kept on the bottom of her king-sized bed. When she turned away she was standing way too close to him. Mere inches. His breath bathed her face in sweet warmth.
He smelled like mint with an underlying scent of beer.
“Thank you so much for helping me get her home. Her boyfriend is away on business, or he would have helped. I could have gotten her home, eventually, but it was nice to have some help. I don’t mean nice as in...” The words clenched in her throat and came out as a breathless whisper. She sounded like the worst kind of tease. Sighing, Felicia just shrugged, grinning stupidly.
He reached toward her and slid an errant dark curl from her face. “It was my pleasure.”
Felicia sucked air and tried to take a step back, but Bliss’ damn island-sized bed was in the way.
He moved an inch closer.
She could smell his heat, taste his scent. Her mouth watered.

“You’re a very beautiful woman.”
“I’m too old for you.”
He smiled. “Not a chance.” He reached up to slide a ribbon of hair off her cheek. His touch was warm and slightly rough against her skin. Felicia stopped breathing, her body going on sensual alert.
“I really enjoyed our dance tonight.” He bent his head and branded the spot he’d touched on her cheek with a soft kiss. So soft, if she hadn’t felt the heat of his breath against her skin she might have thought she’d imagined it.
Her nipples were rigid and tender against the fabric of her tight dress.
Felicia stepped sideways. “You should leave now.”
His smile slid away. “You’re right. I absolutely should.” He lifted one hand in a wave and turned away, striding quickly from the room.
All of the air left the room with him Felicia sucked in a breath, fighting a nearly irrepressible urge to go after him. In fact she took a step toward the door. But she stopped herself before she could start running.
Her body clenched with sudden need and she sat down hard on the edge of the bed. Her lungs were tight and she couldn’t breathe. Her palms were sweating. She hadn’t had this type of reaction to a guy for decades. Maybe never.
Felicia Jeffries, you are a shameless hussy!
Felicia grinned. She hadn’t heard her grandma’s voice in her head for years. Not since she’d stopped taking chances and risks and become the good little wife and mother.
It was kind of nice to have her back.
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Becky said...

I love the sound of this story. I have added this to my list to get.

Sam Cheever said...

Hey Becky!

Thanks for checking out my story. I hope you enjoy it!