But first – your Sunday Snippet. Truth: when I'm looking for teasers, I go to random.org and ask for a random page number out of the book. And somehow, random.org always picks page numbers from my favorite scenes. I wonder if that's coincidence, or if I simply have too many favorite scenes? 🙂 Either way, enjoy!
From The Husband Games, in which Natalie has pulled over seeking help at Suckers, her favorite local bar, after an unfortunate incident involving itch weed after she was in a place she wasn't supposed to be:
CJ gestured to an industrial-sized stainless-steel sink with a large sprayer hose hanging on a hook on the ceiling. “C’mon over. This ever happen before?”
Natalie followed him, her movements jerky and itchy and painful, equally suspicious and hopeful that he knew what he was talking about. “Broken out in hives while driving my car?” Her jaw clenched. She hurt so bad. “Yeah. Happens every day.”
“You ever think of starting your day with a smile? Might help that grumpy-head thing you’ve got going on.”
Her chest inflated, and she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind—her hands and legs were on fire—but he grinned down at her with the orneriest, most self-assured, heart-stopping smile, and her tongue was suddenly as capable of forming sentences as Cindy the Stegosaurus was.
He held her gaze. His smile slipped—his lips still tilted up, but the spark of mischief in his eyes faded, replaced with a curious intensity that magnified with every thump of her heart. She squirmed.
He blinked, and easygoing CJ came back. One hand on the sprayer, the other gestured at her. “Take ’em off.”
“Mm-buh?” she said, with as much class and dignity as it was possible to put into gibberish. Which wasn’t any at all, but she’d made a life of living with her own delusions.
“Strip. Best way to get it all off.” His voice wobbled, as if perhaps he wasn’t as comfortable as he wanted her to think he was.
“Hell, no.” But he was right. She was starting to itch in places he couldn’t see.
Places she wanted him to—no. No.
Places she didn’t want him to see.
Obviously her brain was breaking out in hives too. She pointed to the door. “Leave.”
His eyes took on a stubbornness that reminded her of the man who had driven her father home two weeks ago. “You make a mess in here, I have to clean it up. We’re doing this my way.”
She squirmed. The itch burned higher and higher on her legs, rushing to meet another sensation traveling down her legs that she should’ve been worried about.
Nothing good could come of her attraction to him.
She forbade herself to scratch anything and glared at him. “I’ll go do it myself in the bathroom.”
His nostrils flared. “For God’s sake, Natalie, I have eleven sisters. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. You want to feel better or not?”
Oh, yes. She wanted to feel better.
She wanted to feel much better.
His eyes darkened. His gaze darted to her lips, then back to her eyes, and something else inside her lit on fire.
Something primitive and womanly and needy.
Something that made her see something primitive and manly and needy burning in his eyes.
As if he could feel it too.
As if he liked it too.
She was imagining things. She hadn’t given this man a single reason to like her. More, him liking her could cause them both more problems than he could understand or anticipate.
But she wasn’t imagining things.
He was looking at her as though he wanted to kiss the argument right out of her.
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