Fast, Fresh, & Hot Excerpt

Here’s a little teaser excerpt. It’s spicy, but not scorching. It also explains why there’s chocolate on the cover & not pizza (besides that it’s nearly impossible to find a sexy pizza-eating picture).

Come back next week for something even more melt-in-your-mouth burning hot. And while you’re at it, please consider pre-ordering it here. {pretend I’m smiling real sweet and making my best “please” face.}

Enjoy!


Tariq was watching me, and when our eyes met, his smile turned predatory.

My body flashed hot. So much for pulling myself together.

“So.” His gaze roamed over me, slow, lazy. Sizzling over my skin. Abruptly, he grabbed my hand in one of his, the box of chocolates in the other, and pulled me toward the table. “This has to cook for about forty-five minutes. Let’s start with dessert.”

I’d rather start with him for dessert, but I wouldn’t complain about sweets. But I didn’t want to sit at the kitchen table so I led him to the living room couch.

He sat at one end, leaning on the arm of the overstuffed yellow couch, a hand-me-down. It was old and ugly, but ridiculously comfortable. I’d spent many nights sleeping on it instead of my bed when I fell asleep doing my reading. Or on the rare occasion I stayed up late watching a movie.

I sat next to him, close enough our thighs pressed together.

He opened the box and pulled out one of the truffles. Instead of handing it to me, he held it to my lips. His eyes danced as I bit into it, the rich, dark flavors saturating my tongue. I closed my eyes to savor it, playing it up for his sake.

“That’s amazing,” I said. I wasn’t exaggerating. From a local confectionary, it was possibly the best I’d ever had.

I reached around him for the other piece and held it out for him. Expression hungry, he kept his gaze locked on mine as he took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. He made a show of licking his lips.

I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed his chin and pulled his face to mine. This kiss was extra-sweet, but still hot and spicy.

I tore myself away before it got out of hand. We had time. “I want more…” I said.

He grinned and leaned in for another kiss.

“…chocolate.”

A startled laugh burst out of him. “Tease,” he said, again lifting the dessert for me to eat.

We took turns feeding each other bites until both pieces were gone. I licked the melted bits from my fingers, and when I caught him watching me, I took my time. Wrapping my tongue around each finger, even though he couldn’t see. From the flare of his nostrils and the hunger in his stare, he knew what I was doing.

He shifted, pulling my legs on to his lap. When I slowly drew my last finger from my mouth, he lifted his hand to my lips.

I opened and pulled his index finger into my mouth. Under the candy, he was hot and spicy, like everywhere else I’d tasted him. Did his whole body have that same spice?

Definitely worth investigating.

I gave each of his fingers twice the attention I’d given mine. Unable to stand the intensity in his gaze, I closed my eyes and savored his flavor as I swirled my tongue around his digits, nipping lightly, sucking as I drew my mouth away.

He was panting by the time I’d finished licking him clean. He dug his fingers into my hair and tilted my face up.

And stood. With a frustrated sound, he kissed me briefly, then backed away. “I need to add water to the chicken.” He paused outside the kitchen, looking conflicted.

If I weren’t so turned on, I might have laughed at his torment. But I shared it. I wanted to be naked, him above me and inside me; I wanted it now.

To hell with sustenance. The truffles could hold us for hours.

“Do not move.” He disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the water turn on, then off.

“Ow, shit.” Followed by a clatter. The hiss of the water hitting the pan. A few more cooking sounds, then he was back.

His stride ate up the room in three steps. He dropped back to the couch and hauled me onto his lap. I didn’t know who kissed whom, but our mouths fused together in a hot, needy joining that stole my breath and my thoughts.

He kissed me like he needed me more than air. I kissed him back with the same fervor. One of his hands slid into my hair, holding my head at the angle he wanted. The other held me to him, his arm around my back, his hand on my hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on, losing myself in the pleasure.