I promised a Revere excerpt this week, and I am here to deliver. Of course.
I asked whether or not you all wanted something hot or sweet. The majority on Facebook and Twitter seemed to favor hot.
No surprise there. Haha.
So, Revere is releasing November 6th, on all platforms. For those wondering about Kindle Unlimited, it will be in there in a couple of weeks or so after release, the same as Always. For those who want to read it, it is there to buy. It's just not in Kindle Unlimited yet.
Also -- YAY -- I plan on revealing the UNRULY cover like ... in a couple of days. The FOURTH. Likely.
Because signups for the Unruly tour are coming to open, and you know, pretty banner and all with the cover for the tour and bloggers. So, you all get the Unruly cover just a little bit early, but that's okay.
I will be revealing the blurb only AFTER Revere is out.
Pre-order Revere at one of the following:
B & N: http://bit.ly/2ygetyN
And now for the teaser!
She looked at him again over her shoulder. Those green eyes of hers burrowing into him, and pinning him in place. “I said no talking, remember? We’re not supposed to be talking, Cross. We were going to skip all of that.”
He grinned around the rim of his glass. “I’m enjoying this, Catty. It’s been a long time. Don’t fault me for it.”
“No more talking,” she said simply.
Cross had a feeling he had gotten all the conversation he was going to get out of Catherine for the moment. Besides, if she was more interested in jumping into his bed for the evening, he was perfectly fine with providing her that.
It was something.
Something between them.
He could work with that.
“Strip,” he murmured.
Catherine’s shoulders stiffened as she turned, and put her back to the windows. “What did you just say?”
“Strip, babe. Take that dress off. Keep the heels. Let your hair down out of that chignon. Show me what’s going on under that dress. You know how this goes.”
She gestured at the windows. “Where everyone can see, huh?”
“The lights are off in here. For the most part, you’ll look like a shadow. A very beautiful, sexy shadow. Don’t act shy, Catherine. It’s not even the tenth time we’ve fucked in front of those windows. You were barely beyond eighteen the first time. Strip.”
A wicked gleam lit up her eyes, and Cross knew then that he had her caught. As she began to tug the pins from her hair, he moved past the couch to a chaise. It had been situated to overlook the windows or the piano. He sat down just as she was tugging the zipper down on the side of her black dress.
The dress hit the hardwood floor with barely any sound at all, and Catherine stepped out of it, careful not to trip in her heels on the fabric. Black lace covered her tits, and matching panties hid the heaven between her thighs.
For a moment, Cross simply let his gaze wander. It had been far too fucking long since he could appreciate the beauty of Catherine in barely anything at all. Heels and lace. She was all legs, olive-toned skin, and hair that fell to her mid-back. Delicious, addictive curves from her thighs, to her hips, her waist, and her breasts. He had always appreciated that Catherine was not a woman who associated her worth to the number on a scale. She was tone, sure, but not unhealthy.
Dainty shoulders that had carried too much weight, and collarbones that showed, and begged to be bitten. A sweet, teasing mouth with a perfect Cupid’s bow and full enough to look sinful wrapped around his cock.
Catherine wet her lips, and smiled at him. “Stare much?”
“Only at the most beautiful things,” he admitted.
She certainly fit that bill.
Catherine glanced away. “Careful, Cross. Start going in that direction, and we’ll be back to talking again.”
He didn’t think that was a bad thing.
She clearly did.
“Yes, we’ll talk, and you’ll be sweet. Instead of fucking, like we’re supposed to do, we’ll end up making love. I don’t want that, okay?”
Didn’t she know? Even when he fucked her, he was loving her.
Cross chose not to point that out. He set his glass of whiskey aside. “Come here, babe.”
Catherine only had a few steps to get to him, but each one was damn near mesmerizing. She stopped in front of him, and from where he sat on the chaise, he was eye-level with the diamond tipped barbell in her naval. Unable to stop the rising urge to get a taste of that diamond and gold piece of jewelry, he reached out to grab her waist.
His hand still fit in the curve beautifully. Like she had been crafted and made only for him.
Cross pulled Catherine closer, and his mouth encased her naval. His tongue flicked against the larger diamond on the barbell, and he looked up at her. Catherine grinned back at him.
She reached over and dipped two fingers into his glass of whiskey. Cross was already kissing down her smooth stomach when she made a wet line of whiskey from just above his lips to that goddamn naval piercing.
Really, he didn’t mind.
He licked and kissed his way back up that line of alcohol, and felt the heat rise to the surface of her skin while a shiver tremored under his fingertips.
Author. Canadian. Mother. Lover. I write about bad guys who fall for their women and fall hard.