Taming His Honeydoll is live today!
I’m super excited about this new romantic suspense novel. I’m really loving getting into the action and mystery side of things with this series. I’ve always loved a good mystery, and combined with a fun romance, it’s even better.
Enjoy this excerpt:
“This time we are going to settle this once and for all,” he retorted, carrying her easily towards the barn. “This time you are going to listen to me, baby brat, even if I have to spank you tonight.”
Emma pounded his back with her fists but he didn’t even seem to notice. “Let go of me,” she screamed.
“If you don’t want to get my mom involved, then keep it down,” he warned as he opened the barn door and stepped inside.
The warm smell of animals, hay, and fluids from lawnmowers and other equipment inside assailed her nose. He strode with her towards somewhere she couldn’t see after he flipped the light on inside the door. Horse stalls came into view and an orange barn cat skittered from beneath his feet and jumped up on the stall of a white horse that nickered in greeting. Finally, he sat her on her feet and held her by the forearms.
She was panting and trembling, trying to catch her breath. Partly from his muscles pushing into her stomach and cutting off easy airflow and partly from the touch of his hands and body against hers.
“You can’t just…just manhandle me like that,” she complained.
One dark blond brow slid skyward. “I believe I just did, and I’m going to do it again if you don’t simmer down.”
“I don’t want to talk to you, I have nothing more to say. But if you insist on yammering my ears into the ground, then get it over with.” She folded her arms and stared at the horses behind him, her attitude saying she had no intention of listening.
“Enough.” He grabbed her forearms again and shot her a look that said he was out of patience. “What we have here is a *refusal *to communicate.”
He put emphasis on the word refusal. “You may be safe from a head down, over my lap butt-warming because of your head injury, but you just earned an attitude adjustment for being an uncooperative brat.”
“What are you…” Emma’s words were cut off when Sawyer propped his foot up on the hay bale seat and….read more
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Enjoy this Excerpt:
“What are you doing in my car?”
Ty looked up and saw the incredulous face of the little window washer. She looked furious as she marched right up between the cars to face him from the other side of the car door.
“I was just…”
“You were trying to steal my stereo?” She faced him accusingly. A quick glance told her that her stereo was halfway out. “What are you? A kleptomaniac? Because you can’t be stealing for money.” She stared derisively at his expensive suit and watch.
“I was not stealing…”
“Don’t bother lying,” she scoffed, cutting him off again. “The evidence speaks for itself.”
Ty slammed the door shut, removing the barrier between her and him. “Do you ever stop talking?” he asked, his words like biting cuts in the evening air. “Because I’ve had just about enough of your mouth, little spitfire. Someone needs to teach you a good lesson in manners.”
Chessy looked up at him, the thought finally occurring to her that they were alone in the parking lot, and there was no one around to stop him from strangling her. She backed up a few steps, hating to back down, but she didn’t know whom she was dealing with here. He was obviously a thief and a spy—he might be a murderer, for all she knew.
“D…don’t come any closer,” she replied, her voice wobbling suddenly. She held her hand out in front of her as if to ward him off. She squeaked when he grabbed it and pulled her in closer to him. “Let go of me…oomph.”
Ty wrapped his other hand in the long strawberry strands and bent to pillage the fruit of her delicate lips, holding her in place easily as she struggled. Finally, when she stilled, he looked down into her bemused green eyes. “Have I got your attention now?”
Chessy was still mentally wading through a passion-drugged stream, struggling for a foothold. She didn’t have the ability to answer him. She had never been kissed like this before and her brain was still trying to catch up with her body’s reactions. She stared mutely up at him, wondering if he was going to strangle her now. She could see the headlines—woman strangled with no apparent struggle.
“Good. I can see that I have.” Ty answered his own question, but his hand had a slight tremor as he let go of her wrist to reach up and touch her silent lips. Never had a kiss shaken him up so much. He tried to push aside the unexpected desire to take her back to his home and into his bed.
“I’m NOT a thief. Someone was breaking into your car and I interrupted them, that’s all.” He traced the outline of the soft pink protrusions and continued. “Nor am I the corporate spy that your overworking imagination has conjured up.”
He put his hand over her mouth when she opened it to finally speak. “I’m also a man who has come nearly to the end of his patience with you. My instincts right now are to turn you over my knee, bare your sassy butt, and spank the living daylights out of you.”
Ty watched as her green eyes shot pure fire at him, but he continued, his hand still over her mouth. “However, this is not the time or the place. But mark my words, spitfire—it’s coming.”
He dropped his hand then and turned to walk away, feeling very confused with one heck of a bulge in his pants. He needed to put some space and distance between them. She was watching him as he started his car, looking as shell-shocked as he felt.
“And next time, lock your car door because that’s going on the list of transgressions I’m going to take out of your backside,” he spat out his window as he drove off.
Chessy finally realized she was holding her breath, and she let it escape from between the lips he had so thoroughly ravaged. She lifted her fingers in silent wonder to touch them as she leaned against her car for support.
If this wasn’t a fine kettle of fish!
This man was the enemy, one of the wealthy and privileged, a sneak, and…and a bloody good kisser. She sighed and opened her car door. “Saints preserve us,” she muttered. “I think I’m falling for him.”
Have a great weekend, my friends!
Brandy
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