Happy
Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop
you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or
something published.
For
this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Priceless. It’s book one in the Gods series, and is about to be released in French on Aug. 5th.
Blurb:
Sparks
ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an
average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table
and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in
a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s
fallen in love.
Cynical
billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his
dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and
love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with
him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important
battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart,
not his bank account.
Meanwhile,
Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates
interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on
his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.
Excerpt:
They
stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as a drawn bow. What would a
suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped
he didn’t make an idiot out of himself. Randy’s
breathing increased as he chewed his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned
into him. Would the kiss be hard and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught
of passion that would leave him breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise
as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved on his.
From
one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t
expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s
hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his mouth, that sinful
goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to the side and nibbled
a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat. And moaned again when
Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his collarbone.
Randy,
squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of
Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as
he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that jumped between them had Randy
shaking.
“Garrett,”
Randy gasped as Garrett found a particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras
in here.”
Garrett
held Randy tightly for a moment, their bodies crushed together, before he
released him and moved away. He mumbled under his breath about how could Randy
think, much less clearly, at that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall,
eyes closed, and tried to bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator
dinged and lurched to a stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.
He
slid his arm around Randy to steady him and didn’t let go when the doors
parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite, throwing the door open. Once
inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy around, and trapped him against the
back of the door. He slammed his mouth over Randy’s, picking up where he left
off in the elevator until Randy was gasping for air.
“Let
me be very clear,” Garrett panted into his mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want
you desperate, wild, and begging.”