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Monday, 31 March 2014

Reads of the Week

Rafael is one of God’s Four Winds, the Archangel of Healing. He has answered the countless prayers for healing of loved ones, wondering what it was about the emotion that made humans willing to sacrifice so much.

Grace is a lifeguard who has been on Rafe’s radar since she lost a little boy three years ago. What she doesn’t realize is the green haze that comes over her during a rescue is actually a divine presence who’s about to give up his celestial body to become a very real entity in her life.

While Grace is trying to overcome her own demon, Rafe is discovering his own sexuality, but there’s a darker presence making himself known. The Deceiver wants what Rafe is getting, and he’ll do whatever it takes to have her.

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Twice married and twice widowed tends to leave a girl wanting, so Evangeline Spencer decides to look for roses, romance, and a happily ever after. Wild sex with a smoking-hot crew member of the Sea Sapphire wasn't on Evie's to-do list when she booked a cruise to the Caribbean, but the delicious things Liam Rossi does on a moonlit deck leaves her addicted and needy.

Newly promoted ship captain Liam Rossi is allergic to gorgeous, husband-hunting hotties with bed-me blue eyes. But after one taste of Evie's charms, he must have her in his bed. He'll give her the roses and romance she came aboard for. The happily ever after? Well...

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On the mountain, high above the village of Farran – Nuri is caught between heaven and hell. Two men fight for her love and her soul. The first is Maras, an elemental being that follows the storms. Nuri knows that he is not human, he’s something more. She believes he is her beautiful fallen angel. But he is transient and is bound to the elements and their love may be as fleeting as the storm itself. And Brother Erebus, a pious monk whose tortured soul is twisted by his desire for her, will do anything to protect her soul from the silver haired devil, even if he has to crush her body to do it.

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Friday, 28 March 2014

First Chapter Friday - Saved by a Rake

Rebecca lay still and waited for the sound of the footsteps to fade and disappear—terrified that he may change his mind and return to the bedchamber for more. Her heart thudded and her laboured breathing caused her throat to ache.

Her mind refused to take in what had just happened. It could not be possible.
When silence had reigned for at least five minutes, she dared to draw in a heaving breath. Unfortunately, only her lungs seemed to function. Her limbs were uncooperative and lax, making her feel like a washed out old rag doll.

But she could not simply lie here, waiting for him to come back—or worse still, for some maid to find her.

Willing herself to be strong—to survive—she summoned every ounce of strength and pulled herself into a sitting position, before surveying the room. Thick, red, velvet drapes framed the window, while maroon walls made the room look austere and disreputable. More red velvet hung from the frame of the four-poster bed further darkening the bed on which she sat.

The shudder that racked her body came from the very centre of her being. If she agreed to his proposal, this would be her bedchamber and she would be countess to the man who had just ravished her. But she would not agree to marry the man—not after what he had done—not after what he had taken from her.

A memory came to her unbidden. She was dancing at her come out ball six years previously. A rather dashing young man, Lord John Winchester had been her partner and she had flirted and smiled coyly at him as they weaved through the intricate figures of the dance. Her white satin gown, decorated with tiny jewels and lace around the neckline and cuffs had been her pride and joy—unlike the white muslin day dress she now wore, which would be placed in the fire at the first opportunity.

She had been so full of hope then—excited about what the future held. She could never have imagined it would be this.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing the tears that threatened, she lifted her gown, opened her legs and inspected the damage. A mixture of blood and his white fluid was beginning to dry on her milky skin—stark proof of her ruination.

The memory of the pain as he thrust into her, bursting through her maidenhead and riding her until he grunted and slumped on top of her with a satisfied grin, made her head spin. If fainting were an option at that moment, Rebecca would have succumbed willingly to the blackness.

She pushed her breasts back inside her chemise, stays and gown, ignoring the pain, the teeth marks and the discomfort of not having her undergarments put on properly by her maid. Thank heavens he had not ripped the gown as he man-handled her.

An image of Betty, her maid, tutting and grumbling as she took another gown below for mending flashed through her head.  If only a ripped dress was her biggest problem now. She opened her thighs again, grimacing at the stains on her chemise and underskirt and the wetness between her thighs.  Struggling onto wobbly feet, she held fast to the mahogany post of the bed, as wooziness engulfed her. As she closed her eyes, trying to centre herself, she became aware of the offensive moisture running down the inside of her leg, no doubt ruining her stockings too.

She staggered through the door that led into the countess’s dressing room and located the entrance to the bathroom. Finding a towel, and lifting her skirts, she scrubbed the soft linen up her legs, between her thighs and to her bruised and painful private area. She wanted to rid herself of his scent, his seed and every hideous memory that he had left with her. But self-preservation was more important.  She must get out of Newthorpe House and back to the safety of her own home and family.


Daniel, Lord Ramsey, stood in the hallway and tugged at his cravat.  He had told his valet, Jones, not to tie the thing so damned tight. But Jones simply muttered something about not being able to look the other servants in the eye if his master’s cravat came undone at breakfast and continued to throttle him. Now Daniel wished he had been more insistent.

He had a horrible feeling that he knew what his father wanted and was not going to like it. He liked his life as it was—attending gentlemen’s clubs, racing curricles, visiting his current paramour, hunting when up at Drumbane  estate in Scotland—and while he did not mind the responsibility of running an estate, he did not want a wife just yet. His fortieth year would be time enough. He would still be rich—which was the only thing in which most young ladies of the Ton were interested—and he hoped to look more distinguished with a smattering of grey through his thick black hair.

But he should not keep his father waiting. The old man was likely to be in an even worse temper if Daniel did not appear promptly. Taking one last deep breath for courage, he nodded to the footman, who opened the door to allow him entry to the library.

The large room was filled with dusty tomes that had not been opened in years and the desk sat neglected. His father’s steward dealt with most of the estate business. Every year, Daniel tried to get the elderly earl to relinquish the reins and allow him to run certain aspects of the estate. But his father would just grunt at the suggestion and nothing ever changed. Not that it stopped Daniel from visiting the tenants and taking an interest in the estate when he did visit the family’s principal seat. The steward, knowing that Daniel would eventually be responsible for the land and property was very accommodating. But he had no opportunity to make real decisions.

He had not seen his father, the Earl of Drumbane for a few days. His rounds of social activities meant that he only slept and ate breakfast at Drumbane House. The rest of the time he visited his clubs, attended social gatherings or spent time with the delectable Dowager Duchess of Wilmslow, a young widowed lady with whom he was intimately acquainted.

A sudden image of the raven-haired beauty, lying on her bed that morning, creamy breasts exposed and dark pink lips pouting, warmed the inside of his pantaloons. Had his father not summoned him to this meeting, he would have thrown off his clothes and returned to her bed to tumble the sexy wench again.

The old Earl looked gaunt and pale and the sight stopped Daniel in his tracks. It was hard to reconcile that the ailing elderly man had once been a young, fit man who taught him to ride a horse, shoot a pistol and swim. Despite his duties to the tenants, to his station in life and to Daniel’s late mother, the Earl of Drumbane had been a doting father to his two sons and one daughter. Now he lifted his quizzing glass to Daniel and frowned.

“Sit!” he barked out—proving that he may look frail but was no fool. Daniel sat on the armchair on the opposite side of the fireplace to where his father sat. “Now, I am sure you know why I summoned you here.”

“I am sorry, my lord, but I am afraid that I do not.”

“I want to speak to you about your matrimonial state. What age are you now?”

Suppressing a sigh, Daniel looked directly at his father. He was right. His dear papa wanted him to get a damned leg-shackle, an heir and a spare.

“I will be four and thirty years old in May.”

“And you have still not married and set up your nursery.”

“No, my lord.”

“Well it is high time that you did.” The Earl waved a sheaf of folded paper that he had extracted from the side of his chair. “I’m dying, as you well know, and I need to go to my grave with the certainty that at least you are on your way to creating an heir. It is no secret that your brother will spend his life carousing certain notorious gaming hells and will never marry.”

He raised an eyebrow. Yes, he was aware that his younger brother Simon preferred men to women but only now realised that his father was also. Not that he would ever admit it beyond these four walls. Heaven forbid. He had no wish to see Simon languishing in prison for that particular crime.

He understood his father’s point of view and determination to see him married. If Daniel should be killed in a curricle race or die of some fatal malady, the title would be passed first to Simon who would definitely never have an heir and then to his cousin Boris, who had even worse morals than Daniel did. By Daniel’s count, Boris had got three maids in the family way and refused to support any of them and their bastards. But, having seen the estate accounts, he knew that the Earl of Drumbane financed those children from his own pocket—something Daniel intended to carry on after his father’s death. With wealth and power came responsibility and he would never see a child starve because his inept cousin would not shoulder his responsibilities, or keep his sword in its sheath.

“I want to see you settled before I die. You are an honourable man, so I have changed my will. You will receive only enough money to keep the estates running and the personal wealth that would have come to you will be willed to your siblings. You would not starve the tenants of our land, therefore, in order for you to live in comfort, you must be married before I die.”

“But sir…”

“Before I die, Daniel.” With that, the elder gentleman closed his eyes. Obviously the conversation was now at an end. Daniel sat for a few moments, before collecting himself and leaving the room.

His father was right of course. Daniel would starve before he would allow the tenants to go without. He may have few scruples when it came to bedding beautiful young widows but he would not see the poor become even more impoverished so he could live the life of a rakehell in London.

He sighed inwardly. There was no point in trying to escape the inevitable, he supposed. He determined to visit Mrs Wilmslow later than evening and explain that he must now apply himself to the task of finding a wife on the marriage mart and could no longer pay her evening visits. It was a shame. He liked Marie Wilmslow and she was a generous and exciting lover. He was going to have to content himself with a simpering fair maiden who would be afraid of tangling her newly brushed hair in bed—someone merely doing her duty as his countess.


When Lady Rebecca Eversley is left ravished by the Earl of Newthorpe and facing ruination, she has the choice to point her pretty little nose in the air and face the gossips of the Ton or scurry off to the country to live out her life as an old maid. When she meets Lord Daniel Ramsey, a notorious rake, she decides on the former course of action.

Daniel has been given an ultimatum, marry before his father dies or lose the majority of his inheritance money. Rebecca seems the perfect candidate, especially once rumours about her start to circulate in the drawing rooms of Mayfair.

When Newthorpe is found dead on the morning of their wedding, the people they care about find themselves suspects in the case. Who murdered Newthorpe and can Rebecca ever get over what he did to her?

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: To Dream of a Highlander by Samantha Holt

The hall doors opened and a figure came barrelling out. He nearly cursed aloud when he realised it was Katelyn. Her chemise flowed around her legs, barely covered by a thin robe. He noted her bare feet and cursed properly this time. What was the lass doing outside in such a state?
Before he managed to ask her as much, she flung her arms around him and flattened a desperate kiss to his lips. He caught on quickly. With a growl, he bundled her to him, shaking hands splayed over her back and in her hair.
Hell fire, Katie, he murmured as he took another kiss from her. Breaking away, he glanced around and shook his head. What are ye doing? Anyone could see. Gillean could see.
I care not, she whispered.
When she leaned up for a kiss, he released her, snatched an arm and dragged her over to the stables. One more frantic glance around and he shoved her into the doorway and pressed her against the wall. No candlelight greeted them here, only the glow from the torches outside permeated the building, slipping through the gaps between the wood. It was enough. He saw all he needed. Once more he speared his fingers under her hair, unable to resist those glossy lips--slick from his kisses. Katelyn whimpered when he captured her mouth and curled her fingernails into his back. 
Ye play a dangerous game, lass, he muttered against her mouth.
She tugged against the hold he had on her hair and eyed him. I am no afeared of Gillean.
Ye are, ye cannae lie to me. But I mean with me. Ye play with fire here.
I need ye, Finn. I am no afeared of ye either. Im willing to risk getting burned.
Ach, we shall both be burned. No good shall come of this. His chest heaved at the enormity of it all, at what she said. Hed always known he was secretly weak. His bold endeavours and brash behaviour covered his fears. When others saw a warrior, Katelyn saw him for who he was. Weak for her.
And it didnt matter. Not here, not now. Not as long as he had her in his arms.
She flattened a kiss to the exposed skin at the nape of his shirt. He tilted his head back and pulled in a breath through his teeth.
I cannae continue on not knowing, she told him, bringing up a finger to trace circles over the skin shed just kissed as she rested her cheek against his chest. I need to know, Finn. I have lived my whole life for others. This night I want to live for myself.
Thumbs pressed into her cheeks, he lifted her face up and searched her gaze. Had there been doubt or fear, he might have been able to turn her away but only bright need shone from her emerald eyes.
Aye, he agreed. Tonight is for ye.
Then he pinned her with his chest against the wall and took her mouth. She was all scrabbling hands and rocking hips. Breathy sighs and feminine moans. He savoured and lapped at her, driven only by the need to bring her pleasure. Thoughts of anything apart from her shapely body and smooth skin drifted away like smoke in the wind. She tasted so damn divine. It forced a note from his throat that sounded vaguely animalistic.
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Monday, 24 March 2014

Reads of the Week

Haylee Perry is 25 and living the perfect life.  She has a job she loves, great friends and her own home. All that is missing is someone to share it all with.  This New Year's she is determined to not feel lonely, if only for the one night.

Kyle is the new friend in the group.  He's met everyone before at various get-togethers, but because of his hectic schedule as co-owner of a software company, he somehow never met Haylee before. When he sets his eyes on her, he knows that he has to make her his.  If only he can convince her of that.

New Year's Eve will change both of their lives forever. One kiss that night will open up a flood of emotions that neither can handle.  When fate splits them apart, will they ever find their way back to one another?

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Love Where You Roam, #1
She left home to find herself...and found love along the way.

Maggie isn’t looking for love on her backpacking trip through Australia. She’s got enough man troubles back in Ireland. Australia is her escape, a place of adventure where she can create memories to last a lifetime.

But some memories won’t be left behind.

Gray is ready to quit hiring backpackers to help with the work on his remote Queensland cattle station when Maggie turns up. She’s just passing through, but the connection they forge during the long nights herding cattle won’t be so easily cast aside.

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To Captain James, duty means everything. He’s worked hard to ensure the safety of the people of Thornewall and now the border reiver threat is gone and the recovery from the plague is well underway, he finds himself questioning his life. 

The arrival of the vibrant Ellise only confuses him further. When he catches Ellise thieving, instead of wanting to let the law deal with her, he finds he longs to take a more personal approach… a much more personal approach. 

Having lived on the edge of society for many years, Ellise is used to scraping for a living and she knows moments of happiness are few and far between. So she leaps at the chance to spend one sensual night with the handsome captain. Just one night and then she’ll be gone. 

To her astonishment, fate throws her back into James’ sights when she accepts a job at Thornewall to look after the pregnant lady. Although the attraction still burns between them, she cannot give into it. One night has to be enough as she has far too many secrets. Should the honourable captain ever discover them, it would be more than her heart that would be at risk. Her life could well be at stake too…

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Saturday, 22 March 2014

Tour stop: Falling For Hope by Anne conley



Book Blurb/Synopsis- 
Hope is an eccentric librarian who lives with her five cats and loves to spend her time fantasizing about living in a world of shape shifters, vampires, and fairies. Although the existence of a paranormal world is far from Hope’s reality, she can’t help but sense there’s something different about the mysterious man lurking in her library.

Gabriel is God’s Strength, the Messenger, who’s been tasked with delivering the Word for millennia. His most recent assignment will be his last, to fall in love and become human. But he can’t quite figure out what he’s done to displease the Boss. Gabriel’s latest assignment might be the hardest, but this gorgeous rubenesque quirk of a woman definitely has him intrigued.

God’s Four Winds are his most trusted archangels: Uriel, Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael. Follow their adventures in “falling” as they each discover their chosen one and what it means to be human. Along the way, the Deceiver, who’s been cast down, only wants what his “brothers” have, and will stop at nothing to foil his Father’s plans.

Falling for Hope is book three in the Four Winds series, but they are all stand-alone novels.






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Author bio-

Anne Conley lives in a small town in East Texas, with her husband, two kids and numerous goats. She brazenly stole her pseudonym from her great-grandmother, a true pioneer woman who raised seven kids alone: churning butter, plucking chickens, knitting clothes, and putting coal oil on every visible wound. Anne’s Stories of serendipity feature real people, living life and finding love in a small town. She also has a Paranormal Romance series, the Four Winds about archangels “falling” in love and coping with turning into humans Her writing is escapist therepy, and she succumbs to it every chance she gets.





1 winner will receive all 3 ebooks of the Four Winds series (Falling for Heaven, Falling for Grace, and Falling for Hope) 
1 winner will receive a FREE ebook of Falling for Hope 
1 winner (US only) will receive an Autographed copy of Hot Mess, a Story of Serendipity


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Friday, 21 March 2014

First Chapter Friday: Seducing Kate by Emilia Mancini

Chapter One
“Mom, Kyle Chambers,” Justin said. “Kyle, my mom, Kate Ellis.”
And with that, my obsession was born. 
The woman was perfect. A messy ponytail kept her long red hair away from her face as she stirred a pot of pasta sauce. Her cheeks were pink against her pale skin and her eyes were bright green. When her thick lips curved into an inviting smile, the deep creases around her eyes only added to her beauty.
I’d never found older women attractive, at least none that weren’t sexpot movie stars, but Justin’s mom was fucking hot. I had to swallow before I could find my voice. “Thanks for having me, Ms. Ellis.” I extended my hand to her.
She took it in hers and my heart skipped at beat at the heat radiating from her smooth palm and long manicured fingers. 
“Call me Kate. Ms. Ellis is my mother, and I am not my mother.” 
Holy shit. Her voice was soft and smooth. It reminded me of one of those nine-hundred number commercials that play late at night. I imagined her curled up on a big bed with her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she said, Call me for a good time. The thought made my cock twitch. 
“Dinner is almost ready,” she said. She returned her attention to the contents of one of the pots. 
Justin opened the fridge and leaned inside. With both of their backs turned, I looked over Kate’s slender frame, my gaze lingered on the ass snuggly tucked in her dark jeans. I probably could have stared all night long, but a bulky man walked in. His slicked back blond hair and long sideburns made him look like a cocky asshole—like one of those know-it-all redneck bastards that only care about carburetors and bad tattoos. As much as I hated the thought of this dick touching Kate, I knew he must have been her boyfriend—the one Justin had been bitching about since we started sharing a dorm room at the beginning of the semester.
“Hey, guys,” he said. 
I immediately disliked him. Kate smiled and looked at him as if he’d done something incredible by acknowledging us. Her approval made me want to punch him in the face. 
Justin had told me how Kate and John constantly fought. Justin had tried to convince her to get rid of the guy, but Justin said she had a thing for losers. Seeing this jackass for myself confirmed in my mind that Justin wasn’t just overprotective of his mother, she really did like assholes. This guy screamed dickhead with his tight jeans and his fake-leather jacket. 
“You must be Kyle,” the douchebag said. “I’m John, Kate’s errand boy.” He showed me proof by holding up a bag from the grocery store.
“Quit whining.” She teased, reaching for the bag and then setting it on the counter.
“What’s up, Justin?” John asked.
I sensed tension in the room. 
John cheated on Kate over the summer and Justin had been pissed as hell when she’d taken him back. He’d told me about it enough times that I was pissed too. From what Justin said, Kate was too sweet and forgiving and John took advantage of her whenever he could. 
Justin barely glanced up as he cracked open a can of soda. “Not much. You?”
“Same old, same old.”
“Figures.” Justin sounded like he was already bored with the conversation. His disinterested look said he’d rather be anywhere else than standing there talking to John.
Kate cleared her throat and cocked a brow at Justin. 
“I’m going to show Kyle around,” Justin said.
I glanced back as we walked out of the kitchen. John held his hands up, as if to say he tried and Kate acknowledged his attempt with a smile. “Well, that was awkward,” I said.
“The dude’s a douche bag.” Justin’s voice was strained. “I don’t know why the hell she let him come back. Whatever, it’s her business, not mine.”
 Justin flipped on the light switch of a room that looked straight out of a magazine. It was homey, but not lived in; obviously the guest room. I eased my bag onto the neatly-made bed. “He’ll do it again,” I said. Actually, I hoped. “Then she’ll be done with him.”
“Yeah. Whatever,” he said. 
I looked around the room. An unframed canvas hung on the wall, a landscape done in muted colors. It wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t great either. I’d dated an art major during my freshman year, so I knew a thing or two about art. This painting was definitely done by an amateur.
Justin laughed when he noticed me looking at the art. “Mom thinks she’s Picasso or some shit. These things are all over the house. Tell her you like them and she’ll adopt you.”
I laughed. But as I did, I made a mental note to compliment her work later. 
* * * *
 After dinner Justin and I went to the den to play on Justin’s game system. We’d been killing zombies for a few hours when I went upstairs change into sweat pants. As I fumbled in the dark for the light switch in the guest room, I heard a noise that made me stop. 
 There were only four rooms in the hallway; the guest room, Justin’s room, the bathroom and across from that, on the other side of my room, Kate’s bedroom. 
When I heard the noise again, I closed the door behind me and moved deeper into my room. I held my breath and closed my eyes. Kate’s room and mine shared a common wall and, as I leaned close to it, I heard a bed moving.  
 It wasn’t the occasional creak of someone rolling over. The sounds were steady and fast—the rhythm of bodies having sex. And from what I could hear through the wall, it sounded like some pretty serious fucking.
 My speculation was confirmed when I heard a guttural moan from John followed by a cry from Kate. 
 My cock stiffened as I imagined her on her knees on the bed getting rammed from behind. I could almost picture her creamy breasts with rose-colored areolas and tight nipples bouncing as her body was invaded. I imagined her eyes closed as her teeth bit into her plump lower lip. 
 “Fuck me,” she demanded. 
 Though her plea was quieted by the wall that separated us, I knew she was coming. A moment later she cried out again, this time a deep moan that almost sounded pained. Then the creaking of the bed slowed to a stop. I listened for a few more moments, but the room next to mine was quiet. 
I hurried out of my jeans and into a pair of sweatpants. I tugged my T-shirt down to make sure it covered my still stiff cock. I heard Kate’s door open and cracked my door enough to peer out. I grinned when I saw her slip into the bathroom and close the door.  I snuck into the hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, waiting for her to reemerge. I wanted to see her face, try to smell the sex on her. I stood in the dark hall, hiding in the shadows, until I heard the doorknob turn. When Kate opened the door, I moved from the shadows toward the bathroom. I acted surprised to see her there. 
Kate gasped and put a hand to her chest. “Oh, shit, you scared me.”
I glanced down and noticed that her fuzzy pink robe was open enough to see the curve of her breast. I just saw a flash before she pulled it closed, but it was enough to cause me to stutter for a moment. It was obvious that I’d seen her tit even though I had tried to act casual. Luckily, she was cool enough not to say anything, but she didn’t do a very good job of hiding her grin. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, but I could tell she was amused by what she probably thought had embarrassed me.  
“Sorry,” I finally managed to say. “I just came up to change out my jeans. I was in stealth mode so I didn’t wake you and John up.” 
 She laughed, the seductive tone of a woman who had just had sex. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips looked puffy. Her hair was in a ponytail, but it was messy, like she’d pulled the mass of auburn strands back without brushing them. She looked tempting as hell and I wished I’d been the one who’d just pounded into her.
“Oh.” Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. “So, you just came upstairs?”
I nodded, trying my damnedest to look innocent. “Yeah. I threw on my sweats and was about to…you know.” I gestured toward the bathroom. 
I was expecting her to step out of the way and let me in, but she glanced down and I was certain she noticed my dick standing straight up in my pants. It was my turn to blush. I’d all but said I needed to go in the bathroom to jack off. Nice.
“Well, don’t stay up too late. People will start arriving around eleven. You want to be well rested to meet the rest of the family.” She gave me a wink as she pressed by me. “They’re the crazy ones.”
I watched her walk across the hallway. She stopped at the closed door and glanced back, a smile that was a mix of amusement and seduction on her lips. “Sweet dreams, Kyle.”
 Somehow I managed to say, “Night, Kate,” and step into the bathroom without begging her to follow me. 
“Shit,” I breathed as I leaned against the counter. That half-second flash of boob had more affect on me than most of the porn I’d watched since I’d started jacking off. And that was a lot of porn. 
I’d barely spent time with Kate, just a few minutes in the kitchen before John had come strutting in. I had sat across from her at dinner making awkward conversation while Justin and John glared at each other over the spaghetti and garlic bread. It wasn’t like she’d crawled across the floor half naked and begged me to fucked her. 
What the hell was it about her? Sure she was beautiful, but I’d dated beautiful women. None of them had pushed me to the point of obsession. I wanted nothing more than to throw Kate down and fuck her until she screamed. Not cried out like she had moments ago, but screamed. And dug her nails in my back. And wrapped her legs so tight around me I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know why. All I knew was my body was borderline insane with lust and my dick was so hard it hurt.
I turned the cold water on and splashed my face a few times to snap out of the Kate-induced haze. When I was finally able to think about something other than having sex with her, I went back downstairs.
I tried like hell to focus on the game but my mind kept wandering. No, it wasn’t wandering. It was reliving my trip upstairs, from the groans, to the flash of tit, to the blush on Kate’s cheeks.
I held out for another hour of video games before I couldn’t take the agony of wanting her any longer. I went up to my room and slipped between the cool sheets of the guest bed. I put a sock over my dick and got off to images of my roommate’s mother.
 I pictured her pale ass sticking in the air as I gripped her hips and slid into her tight pussy. I imagined my fist tangled in her hair as she sucked my cock. I even fantasized about her standing over me in black heels and a tight business suit as she ordered me to jerk myself harder. 
As I came—hard—I wondered how I was ever going to control myself around her.
* * * *
I was up early the next morning. Kate had complained that she’d be up with the sun to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. I figured helping her would be the perfect opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her. I found her in the kitchen leaning against the fridge. Her eyes were closed and she had a cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing that same pink robe I’d seen the night before, but this morning it hung wide open. She was wearing a tight red tank top that showed off her round breasts and a slight pooch at her stomach. She also had on red and black checked house pants, but no socks or slippers. 
My gaze lingered on her feet. Even those were sexy…long and slender with purple painted toenails. I looked at her breasts again. They were full, but not huge, and the nipples were hard against the chill, pressing into the material of her shirt.
I was tempted to brush my fingers across the buds and kiss her lips. 
I shook my head. This was not cool. Not cool at all—I needed to get my shit together. I was about to leave the kitchen when she yawned and lazily dropped a hand to her mouth. It wasn’t a sexy move, yawning never is, but damned if I didn’t feel pulled in. I should have left, I should have walked away, but I didn’t want to.
“Morning,” I said. 
She jolted and opened her eyes wide. “Jesus, Kyle. You really have to stop doing that.”
“Sorry. You weren’t sleeping standing up, were you?”
“Maybe a little.” She smiled at me and I was glad I’d stayed. “What are you doing up so early?”
I shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
 Her face scrunched up slightly. “Is it the bed? Is it too hard? That’s why I put it in the guest room. I couldn’t stand it.”
 My heart tripped a bit in my chest. “That was your bed?” 
“For a while. I hated it. I upgraded to a softer one when John moved in.”
John. The thought of him caused me to tense. Even if it had been because of him that I’d gotten to hear what Kate sounded like in the throes of passion, I hated the reality that he got to share a bed with her.
“No, I didn’t mind it,” I said.
“Good. The coffee pot is single serve; the pods are next to it if you want some. There’s cereal in the pantry. I’d offer you eggs, but I’m not cooking any more than I have to today.”
I felt my face lit up—an opportunity. “You want eggs? I’ll cook. And clean up.” I hoped that didn’t sound desperate. 
“Eggs would be great. Scrambled?”
She gave me another one of her amazing smiles and I felt like a kid who’d been given a gold star. My chest puffed out a bit and I stood a little taller at the idea that I’d pleased her.
“Thank you, Kyle. I’m going to shower real quick. Pans are in the cabinet behind you, cooking utensils are in the big drawer.”
“Got it.”
She left the kitchen and I had to force the air out of my lungs. The image that came to my mind of her wet and soapy in the shower had made breathing impossible for several moments.
“You are such a dork,” I whispered to myself and searched for a pan.
 I managed to find the pan and a whisk. I mixed half a dozen eggs and some milk together. I whipped up some eggs and toasted a few slices of wheat bread before she reemerged. Just like the night before, she looked incredible without overtly trying. Her makeup was subtle, just a touch of lip gloss and enough mascara to accent her eyes. She was lacking the heavy eyeliner and dark eye shadow I was used to seeing on girls my age, and it made her face look fresh and appealing in contrast. Her hair was back again, this time neatly brushed into a bun. She smiled at me and I felt my desire for her grow.
“Do you need help?” I asked as I filled her plate.
Kate turned, coffee creamer in one hand and a tall mug in the other. Her eyes were wide and her brow was arched high. “What?”
“Do you need me to do anything? For dinner I mean.”
“Do you know you are the first man who has ever stepped foot inside my house and offered to help with Thanksgiving dinner? I’m impressed, Kyle. I’m very impressed.”
“I used to help my mom cook all the time.” As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. The last thing I wanted to think about at the moment was my mother. Or that Kate was Justin’s mother. 
“I would love some help. Thanks.” She filled her mug and took the plate I’d filled for her.
“No problem. Just tell me what to do.” I grinned.
Kate listed off the things she needed done as we ate: two different kinds of pies had to be made; potatoes boiled and mashed; the turkey gizzards removed and replaced with homemade stuffing that she had yet to prepare; and the sweet potatoes needed to be peeled, boiled, and mashed for a casserole. By the time we finished breakfast, I had a full list of chores.
While Kate loaded our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, I stretched up to the top shelf in her cabinets to get the pie pans and a few casserole dishes down.
“You are my savior,” she said when I sat the pans on the stove. “I can’t reach those without climbing on the counter. I almost fell and busted my ass last time.”
“And that would be a waste of a perfectly good ass,” I said. I hadn’t thought it, it just came out and I instantly wanted to take it back. 
Kate, however, laughed loudly. Her amusement at my stupid comment eased my embarrassment and I laughed as well.
“What the hell is going on in here?” John asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Kyle is helping me cook. It’s a strange thing for men to prepare food, I know, but it’s actually very nice.”
I clenched my teeth when he playfully smacked her ass. He leaned down and said something in her ear that I didn’t hear and she laughed as she gently jabbed her elbow into his stomach. The jealousy that swept through me was as strong as it was inexplicable. I had no claim to her, no reason to care that she and John were acting like boyfriend and girlfriend in front of me—they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Even so, it felt like a hot knife had seared its way into my gut and I wanted to break the hand that he planted on her ass.
I got the turkey from the fridge while John filled a coffee mug. I cut the package open and drained the fluid, all the while silently cursing him for hovering around Kate. I needed him to leave, to get the fuck out and leave us alone, but he didn’t. He leaned against the counter and loudly sipped his hot drink as he watched her every move.
“Damn, kid,” he said when I reached into the bird to pull out the gizzards. “I hope you bought the thing a drink first.”
I glanced at him but didn’t laugh at his dumbass joke. 
“Try that on one of those college girls and you’ll get your ass maced.”
“John,” Kate whispered harshly.
“What? I’m just tellin’ him the truth. Girls can’t handle having a fist shoved up their ass. Not until they’re grown. Right, Katie?”
He reached down a smacked Kate’s ass again and I balled my hand into a fist. I wanted to punch that fucker so hard his head bounced off the cabinets. Not only had he slapped her ass twice in front of me, but now he was being outright disrespectful toward her.
“That’s enough.” She pushed his hand away. The amusement on her face was gone. Her eyes looked angry and her cheeks were flushed. She looked humiliated and that pissed me off.
“What the hell is your problem?” John asked.
“You just met him,” she said. “Don’t talk like that.”
“He knows I’m kidding. Don’t you, Carl?”
“Kyle.” I used the same bored and disinterested tone Justin had used the night before.
“Whatever. I’m just kidding.” John pushed himself upright and slapped me on the shoulder. “But don’t ever let a woman tell you they don’t like it in the ass. They all do.”
What a motherfucker.
“I’m sorry,” Kate said when John left the kitchen. “He usually saves the bad jokes for his friends.”
I exhaled slowly as I focused on the turkey again. I didn’t trust myself to not say something crude about John, so I kept my mouth shut.
 Now I understood why Justin had so much hatred for the guy. He treated Kate like his own personal whore. Why the fuck would she put up with that?
Kate moved to my side, standing close enough that I could smell her. It wasn’t strong like perfume, but a mild sweet smell. I inhaled deeply and let the scent take the edge off my anger.
I stopped digging for turkey guts and looked at her. My name whispered from her lips would have sent a thrill through me just a few minutes before, but I was too pissed to revel in it. “Look, I don’t know you, Kate. But I know that men don’t treat women like that. You deserve respect.”
“He was kidding.”
“Well, he’s not very funny, is he?”
 She lowered her eyes and I sensed that I’d ticked her off. Maybe because I’d crossed a line or maybe because I’d said something that she knew was true but didn’t want to hear. Either way, when she looked at me again, she seemed distant.
“Why don’t go see what Justin’s up to? I can handle dinner from here.”
“Sure.” I washed my hands and dried them on a towel. I left Kate standing by the sink without looking back. Instead of waking up Justin, I went into the guest room and flopped onto the bed. 
“Fucking dick,” I said thinking of John again. 
I dug my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through Twitter trying to get my mind off what had happened in the kitchen. The distraction didn’t help. All the stupid tweets about people being thankful just put me in a worse mood. I was beginning to regret agreeing to come home with Justin. I closed the application on my phone and stared at the ceiling, debating if I should tell Justin about this morning. Maybe we could tag-team each other while kicking John’s ass later.
“Yeah,” I said when there was a knock at my door. I was expecting Justin to come in— instead it was Kate.
“Hey,” she said from the doorway. She leaned against the frame and gave me a smile that was probably meant to reassure me, but it didn’t. It just made her look sad. “He’s an ass. I know that, but he actually does have some good qualities. He just doesn’t like to show them off.”
I sat up. “I have sisters. I’d kill anybody who said that shit about them.”
“They’re lucky to have you looking out for them. So am I, but John’s my problem, okay?”
“I’m going to get Justin up. People will start getting here in half an hour or so. You ready to meet your roommate’s insane relatives?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Okay.” She started to step back into the hallway, but stopped. “It’s nice to know there are still guys out there who respect women.”
She was gone before I could respond. 
* * * *
Kate’s warnings about her family had me a bit concerned, but it turned out they were hilarious. Her mother, decked out in sequins from head to toe, drank more beer than all the men combined and cussed like a sailor. Kate’s younger sister, Maggie—who was cute but not nearly as much so as Kate—was constantly crossing herself and complaining that her mother was going to burn in hell. In contrast, Maggie’s husband Ed was nearly as drunk and foul-mouthed as Grandma. Maggie and Ed’s sons were loud and obnoxious pre-teens, who spent as much time checking out Kate as I did.
Justin kept nudging me and nodding toward his grandfather who had a tendency to doze off in between bites during dinner. 
After we ate, the crowd made their way to den. It wasn’t long before John looked annoyed and went upstairs. Kate disappeared a few minutes after he did. I snuck out as well to go in search of her. I found her bent over the table, wiping it clean. The way she was leaning gave me a perfect view down her blouse. 
Her tits jiggled wildly in a lacy bra as she tried to scrub something off the table. I would have been perfectly content to stare at them all day, but she stopped moving, snapping me out of the daze I’d fallen in. I lifted my gaze to her face and realized she was staring at me. A slow grin curved her lip and I cleared my throat. Shit. She’d once again caught me checking out her tits.
“Uh…is it, uh, okay if I make some coffee?” That was lame and I knew it.
“If you want to give me a minute, I’ll make it for you.”
“No, it’s alright. I can do it.”
I walked past her, ignoring the way she was watching me cross the room with an amused smile on her face. I silently cussed myself as I got a mug down and found a pod for the single serve machine. 
“Would you make me one too?” Kate asked coming into the kitchen behind me.
“Sure.” I got another mug down and was waiting for the first cup to finish brewing when she stepped beside me.
She leaned her back against the counter and crossed her arms. “What do you think of the family?”
I grinned. “I like them. Grandma especially. She’s pretty cool.”
“She’s interesting that’s for sure. I fear for Dad, though. One of these days he is going to doze off and drown in a bowl of soup.”
We both laughed but then her face grew a bit more serious. I braced myself for what she was going to say. She drew a deep breath, preparing to tell me whatever was on her mind.
“There you are,” Justin said coming into the kitchen. “Come on. The guys are meeting up to play some ball. I told them we’d be there in a few.”
“I was just making some coffee.”
“Screw that, let’s go,” he said
I handed the mug I’d just made to Kate. “See ya later.”
“See ya,” she said.
* * * *
Basketball pretty much consumed the rest of our weekend but I couldn’t keep my thoughts from Kate. While Justin and his friends fooled around playing hoops, I was losing precious time. By the time we’d made it back to Kate’s house Thursday night, she and John were in bed. Friday passed much the same way—we spent almost all day hanging out with Justin’s friends and got home after Kate and John were upstairs.
 However, Kate insisted we have dinner with her Saturday night since we were leaving to go back to school Sunday morning. 
John and Justin had had about as much of each other that they could stand, so John was out drinking with some friends by the time Justin, Kate, and I sat at the table to eat the pizza she’d ordered. Justin had spent most of the time avoiding John since we’d arrived Wednesday night, so this was the first time we’d all sat down together and talk.
It was nice hanging out with just the two of them. Justin wasn’t acting like a defensive prick and Kate wasn’t constantly trying to soothe things over between him and John. She was relaxed and Justin was acting like himself. 
We filled her in on school, taking turns telling stories, and she told us about her job. She had started a real estate office when Justin was a kid and now had three agents working with her. She enjoyed it, she said, but she wasn’t fond of all the changing technology.
“I’m too damn cheap to hire a tech guy,” she explained to me.
“I told you that you don’t need one,” Justin said. “Kyle can help you.”
Kate glanced at me, as if gauging my reaction, then looked at Justin. “Kyle doesn’t want to fix my webpage, Jus.”
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked. 
“Everything.” She tossed the crust of her pizza slice onto her plate. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and the only agent that knows anything about it isn’t nearly as smart as she thinks she is. It’s a goddamned mess.”
“Well, let’s take a look.” I dropped what was left of my dinner and wiped my hands.
“I’m leaving in the morning,” I reminded her.
We cleaned up our plates and I followed Kate into her home office. 
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She sat in her chair and bent to push the power button on her computer.
“Yeah, it’s no problem.”
While the computer came to life, she got another chair and set it next to the high back leather chair in front of the keyboard. I sat next to her as she showed me her business’s webpage. 
“I hate it,” she said. “It looks so unprofessional.”
I chuckled at her name sprawled across the top in a bubbly brightly colored font. “It could use some help.”
I logged into her webhosting site and took my time altering her page. More than once, she leaned close and pointed to something on the screen. Whenever she did, my eyes automatically cast a sideways glance. She liked to wear low cut shirts—every time she put her finger to the screen, the white lace of her bra poked out and taunted me. I had no choice but to look. 
“Oh, my God,” she said after an hour of working on her site set-up. My changes had completely altered her webpage. She squeezed my knee and my cock instantly stirred. “It looks so good.” She took her hand from my knee, wrapped her arm around my shoulder, and hugged me. 
Fuck. Her breast pressed into my arm and her scent surrounded me like a cloud of smoke. All I could feel was the scorching heat of her tit as my head swam in what I thought was vanilla. 
“Thank you so much,” she said. 
I smiled wide. So wide I probably looked like an idiot. “You’re welcome. So you want me to accept the changes?”
“Are you kidding me? Yes.”
Once I did I clicked out of the webhosting page and onto the live site. She gasped and kissed my cheek. Her lips were soft and hot, and even though it was just a peck, it sent my dick into a frenzy. It stood tall, ready for action that I wasn’t going to get until I crawled into bed, and for the third time since meeting Kate I jacked off into a sock.
* * * *
I got up early enough on Sunday to catch Kate in the kitchen wearing the same pink robe over another tank top that hugged her breasts and highlighted the peaks of her nipples. She heard me come in.
“Good morning.” Her voice was thick with sleep.
I fixed myself a bowl of cereal while she brewed me a mug of coffee. We sat at the dining room table, me with my bowl and cup and Kate with toast and her own mug. 
“Justin said you did the painting in the guest room.”
“Oh.” She laughed. “I’m not that good.”
“I like it. It’s nice.”
“Thank you. I think it drives Justin crazy that I’m always hanging bad paintings everywhere but I like to think of it as payback for all those years of having to display stick figures and spelling tests like they were masterpieces.” 
We laughed for a moment and then she sipped her coffee. She looked at me over the rim of her mug. It was an intense look, like she was thinking something she wasn’t certain she should voice. I got the same feeling I had Thanksgiving afternoon, that she wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how.
My heart began to thump. A mix of anticipation and fear caused my stomach to tighten a bit. I was certain she was going to acknowledge my inexplicable attraction for her. What I wasn’t certain of was if she was going to tell me to get over it, or admit that she felt it too.
Instead of doing either, she lowered her mug and pushed her toast away. “I’m going to grab a shower before John and Justin get up and drain the hot water.” 
“Better hurry,” I said.
She left the room and I looked into my mug, again imagining her standing naked under hot streams of water.
An hour later, Justin and I were standing out in the cold, getting ready to drive back to Chicago.

Kate hugged Justin and kissed him on the cheek, and then didn’t hesitate to move to me. Her arms went around my neck, and she gave me the same goodbye. Before she could lean back, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her completely against me. I crushed her breasts into my chest and inhaled her scent. I wrote the feeling to memory before I whispered my thanks in her ear and released her. 
It took Kyle one look to realize he wanted to seduce his best friend’s mother. And one kiss to realize he didn't have to.
It was lust at first sight for Kyle when he met his roommate Justin’s mother Kate. Kyle, a college transfer, was too far from home to visit on short school breaks, so Justin took him to Minneapolis where his mother was serving up a family meal for Thanksgiving.

One look left Kyle with a healthy obsession for Kate which grew with each visit. When he landed an internship in Minneapolis, he moved in with Kate for the summer, and got in touch with his voyeuristic side. It wasn’t until one late evening and a few too many glasses of wine that Kyle began to suspect his attraction wasn’t one-sided.

When he dared to push the issue, he found Kate more than willing to succumb to his seduction.