Happy Summer! We will be offline for a week for a fabulous, fun-filled vacation with the kids (thank goodness for kids club). It will be a "working" vacation--writing and reading! Here's a teaser from Book 4 to hold you over until we return (caution: a little steamy). Don't miss us too much!


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He chuckled, reminiscing. “Yes, you did. I’d sit there on the sofa and you would put your feet right on my lap, wiggle your cute as hell toes. ‘Tickle my feet, Luke. Please?’” He shook his head. “You had me wrapped around your little finger with your strawberry blonde curls and that glint in your eye.”

She wagged her eyebrows at him, then while letting a sultry smile play on her lips, she let her voice turn husky and repeated the words from her inner child, but this time as a woman. “Are you gonna tickle my feet, Luke?” She wiggled her toes. “Please?”

His look immediately shifted from one of playfulness to one of intensity. The tip of his tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth and his fingers held her foot firmly in his lap.

“You wanna play, baby girl?” he nearly whispered. The ‘baby girl’ sounded different this time. His thumb pressed into the ball of her foot. “Let’s see how long you can last.” His eyes stared into hers with determination.

Arousal slammed into her in waves, her face flushed, and her heart surged in her chest all at the same time. She met his eyes, trying to withstand the assault on her senses. The appearance of his lazy smile only made it more difficult to stay focused.

She gritted her teeth. Laughing wasn’t the reaction that first hit her with Luke’s hands on her foot. If she’d still been a little girl, she’d be squealing right now. But somehow, as a 28 year old woman, Luke’s hands stirred up a whole slew of different emotions.

He watched her, that sexy smile hovering around his mouth, his fingers pressing slowly and firmly into the arch of her foot. She put her hands down next to her thighs and lifted herself up to move in the chair, trying to relieve that glorious pressure building between her legs. Without being able to stop herself, a moan escaped from the back of her throat and she quickly covered it up with a cough.

He chuckled, letting his eyes peruse her face. “You’re blushing, Janie. Why aren’t you laughing? You’re not ticklish anymore?” His fingers went from pressing into her arch to lightly brushing his fingernails just below where they’d been to her heel and she nearly shot up off of the seat, letting out a breathy laugh. “Ah, there it is.” He smiled and held on to her foot, saying, “Success.”

Trying to regain some semblance of control over her body, she attempted to pull her foot from his hands just as he squeezed her pinky toe.

“Uh, uh. Your foot’s stayin’ right here. You started it. You wanna play with the big boys, you need to be ready, baby girl,” he said pointedly, giving her a challenging look.

She glared right back and teased, “I do just fine playing with the big boys, Lukey.”
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