Hey all! I'm really excited to share a snippet with you from my upcoming release, "Sylvia's Surrender" which should be out shortly! Sylvia, nearing thirty, is going through a mid-life crisis when she meets a handsome stranger who seems like a fun distraction. Though they only share one night together, eight months later Sylvia gives birth to his son. Thinking it best to keep the pregnancy a secret, she never guesses that seven years later she will have to track him down and all the consequences that will follow her deception.
I whirled around with a startled gasp to see an employee lingering in the aisle, watching me. Was it the same one who’d greeted me? Had he followed me? While all these thoughts were running through my mind, I couldn’t help but also notice his big, broad shoulders and tapered chest. He had a very masculine face—all hard angles with a firm, stubbled jaw. His hair was sandy blond and military short, all of it a very nice package, but the one thing I couldn’t look away from was his smile. His lips were full and kissable—my cheeks warmed to be thinking about a man’s lips, but I couldn’t help it—his teeth pearly white. There was something about the way his face shone when his smiled that made me smile, too.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
“Well, you should be.” His eyes gleamed and I could tell he was teasing me. Somehow, the realization didn’t put me any more at ease when he started walking toward me in slow, deliberate steps. “Do you want to know what I do to little girls that make a mess of my store?”
I was so caught off by the little girl remark and the seductive lilt of his voice that all I could do was shake my head. I was clutching the book to my chest, hard, as though it could somehow provide a barrier between me and that sexy voice that was making my knees feel weak.
“I put them over my knee and spank their naughty bottoms.”
My mouth went incredibly dry. Only when he reached over and trailed a finger down my cheek did I find my voice. “You don’t even know me!” I gasped, stumbling back. “How could you…how dare you…” I was looking at him with wide eyes, aware that my protests were losing steam fast. Could he see how my lips quivered, how my breasts heaved? What did I have, some gigantic sign over my head that flashed Spanko for all to see?
Hope this whetted your appetite, because I look forward to sharing more of Sylvia's story with you next week! Be sure to tell me if you liked the excerpt and happy reading!
I whirled around with a startled gasp to see an employee lingering in the aisle, watching me. Was it the same one who’d greeted me? Had he followed me? While all these thoughts were running through my mind, I couldn’t help but also notice his big, broad shoulders and tapered chest. He had a very masculine face—all hard angles with a firm, stubbled jaw. His hair was sandy blond and military short, all of it a very nice package, but the one thing I couldn’t look away from was his smile. His lips were full and kissable—my cheeks warmed to be thinking about a man’s lips, but I couldn’t help it—his teeth pearly white. There was something about the way his face shone when his smiled that made me smile, too.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
“Well, you should be.” His eyes gleamed and I could tell he was teasing me. Somehow, the realization didn’t put me any more at ease when he started walking toward me in slow, deliberate steps. “Do you want to know what I do to little girls that make a mess of my store?”
I was so caught off by the little girl remark and the seductive lilt of his voice that all I could do was shake my head. I was clutching the book to my chest, hard, as though it could somehow provide a barrier between me and that sexy voice that was making my knees feel weak.
“I put them over my knee and spank their naughty bottoms.”
My mouth went incredibly dry. Only when he reached over and trailed a finger down my cheek did I find my voice. “You don’t even know me!” I gasped, stumbling back. “How could you…how dare you…” I was looking at him with wide eyes, aware that my protests were losing steam fast. Could he see how my lips quivered, how my breasts heaved? What did I have, some gigantic sign over my head that flashed Spanko for all to see?
Hope this whetted your appetite, because I look forward to sharing more of Sylvia's story with you next week! Be sure to tell me if you liked the excerpt and happy reading!