Sunday, October 26, 2014

Haunted House of Manlove Flash Hop

Once again it's time to celebrate with a House of Manlove's blog hop.  This time we're celebrating the fun time of All Hallow's Eve.  Or Halloween as my kiddos call it.  As an author who is scared to death of things that go bump in the night this was challenge for me. I don't do forgive me if my tale is frightening enough. Instead I wanted to give you a ghost story where redemption is the theme.  So read along as we find out of Kaden is strong enough to carry on without his lover, Eric, or if he's brave enough to take what Eric's ghost offers.  

Oh and don't forget to check out the links at the end of the story.  It'll give you the schedule for the rest of the wonderful authors who will be celebrating all week long! 

Twilight’s Embrace by Dakota Trace


Shivering against the rain, Kaden Shozavitz ignored the tingle of apprehension as he pushed open the door to the place he’d sworn never to return to– Bruceworth Manor. Soaked to the bone from his long walk up the graveled drive, after a tree crashed onto his car, he no longer cared he was seeking refuge in the home of his late lover, Eric Bruceworth the Third. It was shelter from the storm raging outside. 

As he shut the door behind him, Kaden found it hard to believe it had been two years ago that he held Eric in his arms as his best friend and lover had drawn his last breath. The ravaging pancreatic cancer had eaten away at Eric, until he’d become a mere shell of the man Kaden had fallen in love with. But he’d stayed by his lover’s side ‘til the end as he’d promised. 

“Don’t let me die alone in a hospital bed, tereso. Stay with me. Let your face be the last I see – your voice the last I hear – your arms the last I feel.”

Kaden had, even as the futility of the situation had torn him up. He’d remained at Eric’s side until the agonizing end. But once his lover had drawn his last breath, he’d gently closed Eric’s eyes, and sworn never to cross the threshold again. 

“So why are you here?” His words echoed back at him as he stepped inside the foyer. “Because of that damned letter.” 

The last thing he’d expected to receive a week before Halloween was a letter from Eric’s lawyer – a request from Eric – so the man claimed. The attorney said something about a ruling from the grave. But Kaden had been in a daze, understanding nothing after the “Eric requests your presence at Bruceworth on all Hallow’s Eve.” 

Reaching out, he flicked on the light switch, sighing disgustedly when nothing happened. “Shit! At least he could’ve made sure the electricity was on.” After digging into his knapsack for his flashlight, he turned it on. The beam of light barely illuminated the cavernous foyer. Once it had been filled with life as Eric, an avid gardener, had kept his home over flowing with lush vegetation, but now it was a mockery of its former glory. The golden urns on either side of the door were empty, the sturdy oak table where he’d made love to Eric more than once was barren, and dust motes floated in the air. 

He swung his bag back onto his shoulder. Shutting the door behind him, he drew a deep breath, stealing himself against the memories, and made his way down the hall toward his destination. His footsteps echoed as he crossed the marbled floor. 

His palms were clammy as he turned the brass knob to Eric’s study. The silence inside the room sent shivers up his spine. Setting his bag down next to the desk, he sighed. The room was a little cleaner than foyer, but not by much. The pile of wood next to the massive fireplace told him that at least someone wanted to make sure he was comfortable despite the lack of electricity. Shrugging off his leather jacket, he draped it over the back of Erik’s massive chair. 

“A fire is the first item on the agenda.” 

* * * *

Several hours later, Kaden awoke surrounded by warmth and a body pressed between him and the back of the couch. Sometime during the night, the fire had died down but embers still burnt in the hearth. He probably should get up, but instead relaxed deeper into the embrace, feeling a contentment he hadn’t felt since they’d found out about Eric’s cancer. His eyes drifted back shut, sleep beaconing once more. 

“Always such a sleepy head, tereso. Especially when you’re in my arms…” 

Kaden’s eyes flew open in surprise. Despite his sleep-fogged mind and slower than normal responses, he recognized the expensive scent of Eric’s Italian cologne, and the long length of the man cradling him in the curve of his body. He shifted onto his back, squinting in the near darkness. “Eric?” 

“I’ve missed you.” A hand brushed over his cheek. “More than you can know.” The words were breathed against Kaden’s lips, as Eric leaned over him. 

Familiar desire flooded Kaden’s system. His body recognized the masterful touch and the taste of his lover. He moaned softly and pressed closer. He didn’t care if this was a dream. He needed this. He thrust his tongue into Eric’s mouth and clutched at his shoulders. He whimpered when Eric tore his mouth away.

“Shh...slow down. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Eric’s familiar words settled like a red-hot poker in his groin. They’d always been followed by slow-but-demanding sex. Behind his constricting jeans, his cock wept with need. 

“At least not yet.” 

Kaden’s blood froze and he glared up at Eric’s shadowy face. “Not ever again.” He tried to shove Eric away, but his lover pinned him with ease. 

“Hush, and listen.” Erik’s tone was firm. 

“Don’t you hush me! You’ve been haunting me for the past two years. I can’t answer the phone without expecting to hear your voice, look up from my desk and not expect to see you there. Hell, I can’t even sleep without you haunting my dreams.” He shoved at Eric’s chest as tears burned the back of his eyes. “Damnit! You weren’t supposed to die! You weren’t supposed to leave me.” 

“I know.” Eric cupped his chin. “Which is why I’m here now. You have a choice.” 

“What do you mean… choice?” Kaden narrowed his eyes. 

“You can continue as you are, or have me for an eternity.” Eric rubbed his thumb over Kaden’s lower lip. 

“But you’re dead.” Kaden’s mind whirled. “You want me to commit suicide?” 

Eric gave a slow shake of his head. “No. You’ve been in an accident. Your protettore told me it might be my last chance with you. He shouldn’t have, since his job is to protect you, but if you keep travelling down the path you’re headed, you’ll die anyway. The drink will kill you.” 

“What did you expect me to do?” Kaden tried to free himself again. “Just continue on like you hadn’t died?” 

This time Eric released him. “I expected you to grieve, then live a full and happy life. It’s what you promised me.” 

Kaden rolled off the couch. “I lied. There will never be another for me. Damn it. You loved me too well. No man can replace you.” 

Eric pushed himself up on one arm, the blanket pooling around his waist. “Then spend the rest of the night in my embrace. But do so realizing your protettore will be unable to save you this time – you will leave everything behind. However, you will be mine for eternity.” 

Could he leave his job behind that kept him sane after Eric’s passing? His family who loved him, but truly didn’t understand him? Staring down at Eric, Kaden realized there was no choice. “You.” The word came out hoarse. “I choose you.” 

“Then come here.” Eric lifted the blanket. 

Contentment filled Kaden as he settled against Eric. He was home.

Hop Schedule: 

October 26: Jenna and Dakota

October 27: ND Wilder and Amelia 

October 28 Alexis and Evelise

October 29: Kimber and Jennah

October 30: JT Hall and Chris

October 31: Kate W., Skye, and Heloise

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Missing Stop: Day 6 of The Case of the Missing Torque

Hey peeps, sorry about the delay but due to some unforeseen circumstances, the stop that was to be posted on the Love of Bookends blog was unable to be posted.  (Ms Sheri, I do hope your son gets to feeling better) With that being said, I still want the readers to be able to make each stop...and understand the it continues from blog to blog as Colleen searches for her missing torque.  With that being the case, the article that was to appear for day six is listed below.  Feel free to comment and enter...the prizes will be the same!  And don't forget to hit me up tonight at the Wrap Up Party. All the winners of the daily blog stops will be announced along with some cool prizes from my co-host Evelise Archer, and of course the grand prize....which I finally had time to photograph!  And as always...a special thanks to the readers and my wonderful hosts for supporting me. :)

A basket full of goodies:  a 2015 Wolf Calender, a necklace with the Seer's Torque, two key chains with the same torque, a winter spruce scented candle (which reminds Matthias of Andy's scent) a vanilla bean scented candle (which reminds Matthias of Colleen's scent), and of course a free e-copy (not pictured) of Wolfen Bonds!   

“Mistress Colleen.” The older woman nodded in greeting as she looked up from the dough she was kneading. “Who’s your guest?”

“Hey, Sara.” Colleen approached the flour-covered island. “This is Dakota’s muse, Livvy. Personally, I don’t know how Dakota deals with her. I’ve wanted to strangle her at least four separate times on this blog tour.”

Sara laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Colleen sighed as Livvy disappeared into the pantry – probably in search of something chocolate. “Do you have a minute?”

“For you…of course. Just give me a minute to put this dough on the stove to rise.” She quickly divided the dough into fourths, and then placed each piece into the buttered loaf pans.

Colleen rounded the island. “Here let me help you.” She picked up two of the pans and followed Sara. After Sara placed several potato sack clothes over the rising dough, Collen brought up the real reason she’d tracked Sara down. “You don’t by chance still have my torque do you?”

Sara shook her head. “Sorry. After I cleaned it up, I intended to send it up on your evening tray, but that man came in, took one look at it and managed to sweet talk me into letting him return it to you. I never knew Irishmen could be so convincing.”

Man? Colleen could only hope the housekeeper was speaking about Carrick. “So you gave it to my brother?”

A bubble of laughter escaped Sara. “You wish, child. No, it’s that Seer friend of yours. The one with the long gray hair and dresses like a refuge from sixties.”

Colleen swallowed hard. “Nevin has it?”

Sara got a worried look on her face. “Was it alright to give it to him? I mean he traveled all the way to Scotland with you. I assumed he was trustworthy.”

“He is.” Colleen sighed as a loud crash came from the pantry. “More trustworthy than the muse who’s currently raiding your chocolate stash. You might want to go check on her. Dakota once told me she managed to eat nearly ten pounds of Reese Pieces the last time she was left unattended in the candy shop.”

Sara narrowed her eyes. “She did, did she? Well not on my watch. If you’ll excuse me for a moment?”

“Of course.” Colleen nodded, almost feeling sorry for the muse. Hell was about to rain down on Livvy’s unsuspecting head.

As soon as the housekeeper disappeared into the pantry, Colleen turned to the readers. “So once more it seems my torque has eluded me. It seems I’m going to have to track down Nevin tomorrow at Ella Sheridan’s blog. Goddess only knows what payment he’ll demand for my foolishness.”

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” Livvy trailed after Sara who was clutching a tin of imported dutch chocolate to her ample bosom.

“I don’t care if you were done with it or not. That’s the Alpha’s favorite chocolate. If you eat it all, I won’t have any for his cocoa.”

“But I want it,” Livvy pouted. “Give it back.”

Colleen began to count mentally as the muse tried to convince the housekeeper to return the chocolate, then she sighed. “Just ignore the arguing women. Instead, why not enter both contests? The daily contest will snag you some pretty awesome rack cards from Dakota’s latest 1NS book, Wyk’s Surrender – just enter your name and email in the comment section below.”

The arguing grew louder as Livvy tried to pry the chocolate away from Sara. A sharp cry followed the rap of a wooden spoon against the unfortunate muse’s fingers. Colleen turned to glare at the women. “Enough! You two are acting like two year olds. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Sara turned red. “I’m sorry, Miss Colleen.”

Livvy on the other hand stuck her tongue out at Colleen.

“Real mature.” Colleen shook her head. “Okay and for the grand prize? It’s simple – enter the name on the graphic in the Google form below, along with the site you found it on. Then Dakota will be drawing a winner at the end of the Wrap Up Party on the 25th.”

Colleen barely caught Livvy’s movement out of the corner of her eye. But catch it she did. “Livvy, if you don’t want me to call Lucian right this minute, I suggest you stop right there.”

Livvy scowled. “You wouldn’t call that Scottish pain in the ass muse.”

“Oh, yes I would. In a heartbeat.” Colleen assured the naughty muse. “I’m sure Shay would lend him to me. Imagine how long you’d be washing dishes in here, if he found out you’ve been stealing chocolate again?”

Livvy looked away, then gave a perky giggle. “So who we visiting tomorrow? Another hunky Scotsman?”

Colleen just shook her head. Some people’s muses.

The Council of Elders has charged Matthias Galloway with bringing the once prosperous Taghte Pack back into the Council's fold. In exchange for his services, Matthias names his terms: he wants to claim his longtime lover and friend, Andrew, as his mate.

Nephew of a powerful alpha, Andrew Gilchrist has long been a coveted commodity because of his services as a healer. Neither expects the Council to agree to Mathias’s terms, leaving him free, finally, to claim his chosen mate. Even more unexpected is the presence of a third-bond to appear during their mating ritual.

The grandchildren of the slain alpha of the Taghte pack, Colleen Donghall and her twin brother, were whisked away at birth. They're still kept hidden from those who would harm them. Raised in seclusion, Colleen's never experienced lust, let alone the bond between mates. On the night of lunar eclipse, she's drawn into Matthias and Andrew's passionate claiming, and her dormant libido is powerfully awoken.

But it’s nothing compared to the lust and danger that will stalk her and her mates, when she arrives in Scotland.


Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Now writing in several different genres from erotic romance and BDSM to m/m and paranormal, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s a devoted band mom and a loving wife.
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Friday, October 24, 2014

Sign Up for the Fairytales Blessings Blog Hop

Okay's the scoop...if you write for the Beyond Fairytales line and want join the Thanksgiving fun T.L. and I are having, use the form below to sign up.  You don't even have to have your book out yet you can join in. It'll be great exposure for your upcoming book. Just sign up here...then hit TL or I up on face book and we'll give you all the particulars.  

Monday, September 29, 2014

Guest Blogger and Cover Reveal: TL Reeve

Today I have the please of having one of my besties, TL Reeve, taking over my blog. She's got an exciting upcoming release to talk about. As part of the Beyond Fairytales line, Saving Their Princess sounds...and looks absolutely delicious. So join in with me welcoming Ms. Reeve to ALBoN. 


Sabine Babineaux, daughter to the mayor of New Orleans and waitress at The Three Princesses bar, has her life upended after a late night at work. Kidnapped, Sabine is determined to escape, but once she’s free her fight has only just begun. 

Stuart Renwick and Kyle Novak, detectives with New Orleans police department, are assigned a kidnapping case with multiple victims. However, when one of the missing women, Sabine Babineaux, is practically dropped in their lap, everything they know about being detectives is tossed by the wayside. 

Now, in a race against time to find out who the kidnapper is, and prevent anyone else being snatched, Sabine, Stuart, and Kyle must work together. 

Sparks fly, between the three of them, but will it be their downfall? 

With someone watching them, tragedy strikes when they least expect it. Will Sabine survive long enough to explore her feelings for both detectives? Or will Stuart and Kyle fall at the hand of her kidnapper?


The cab came to a stop some time later and she sat up. The world spun on its axis. The sound of bees buzzing filled her ears as she broke out in a cold sweat and she began to shake violently. Sabine tried in vain to make her body cooperate with her, but it was a no go. Her brain was muddled and nothing made sense anymore. Not even her body would oblige her and move. “Where am I?” Sabine whispered, licking her lips. 

“The lady is right here,” the cabbie said, opening the door. “She bleeding and wearing next to nothing.” 

A thread of embarrassment slid through her, but as quickly as it was there, it was gone. “Help me,” she croaked. The world around her was slowly floating away. No matter how much she tried to keep her eyes open, she couldn’t gather the strength needed to do so. “I…can’t…go…back.” Unconsciousness, blissful yet scary, drifted around her, cradling her into a void of nothingness. 

“No you don’t, sweetheart.” A gruff voice called to her, drawing her out of the darkness. “Come back to us.” 

Sabine’s eyes fluttered open, then shut again. She didn’t want to open her eyes. The darkness was safe. It was comfortable there. There was no pain. No cages. Freedom lurked in the darkness. 

“Ambulance is on the way,” another male said. His voice was an octave higher than the penetrating baritone of the first man. “It’s our kidnapping victim.” 

Congratulations, you win the booby prize. 

“Yeah it is,” person one said. “When did you say that ambulance would be here?” In the distance she could hear the warble of noise. Finally she could sleep. “Hey now.” The man’s rough palm patted her cheek. “Wake up, sweetheart. Stay with us.” 

Sabine groaned and turned away from him. 

“They’re both through and throughs, Stuart, and she’s lost a good amount of blood.” 

So man one did have a name. Stuart. His name was both sexy and bold, invoking delicious images of the man holding her hand. When did he take my hand? How come I can’t remember how I got here? 

“Damn it,” he cursed. “If they don’t hurry their asses up, we’re going to lose our victim. Call them back Kyle and tell them to double time it.” 

Kyle. His name was just as delectable as Stuart’s. I wonder what he looks like. A part of her was using anything she could think of to stay right there, even though she could feel the darkness surrounding her. 

Sabine groaned as she was jostled around. The prick of a needle in her arm caused her to whimper. “Stop.” With a weak gesture she tried to push them away and a hand appeared in hers, squeezing it. 

“You gave me a scare girl,” Stuart said close to her ear. “Stay with Kyle and I. Don’t try going anywhere again.” What was he talking about? “Is she ready?” 

“Yes, we’re loading her up now. Are you following?” 

Sabine half listened to the conversation around her, trying to stay with Stuart like he asked her to do. 

“I’m riding with you. My partner will give you the escort.” The soft cushion she lay on lifted up momentarily, jostling her around, then slid into something. In no time they were rolling. “Sabine, we’re going to get you fixed up. I promise.” 

She muttered something and a sharp burning sensation raced up her arm, then everything inside of her mellowed out, relaxing her completely. Oh hell yeah, that’s the good stuff. Instead of fighting the darkness she went with it. It was light and peaceful. The pain that radiated through her whole body relented and she could finally breathe without feeling as though her chest was being squeezed to death. Just a little nap and then I’ll tell them everything. The heavy darkness wrapped its tendrils around her and she fell into the deepest sleep she’d had in weeks. 


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Guest Blogger & Cover Reveal: Ella Sheridan

Happy Sunday! Even though our Teacher's Pet blog hop is still going today, I have the wonderful pleasure of sharing a never before seen cover by one of my fellow NGWN authors, Ella Sheridan. And let me tell you, it's to drool for.  So enjoy, a little bit of Sunday eye candy!  


Teach Me (Southern Nights Book One)

A woman determined to heal…

Shy researcher Jess Kingston spent the last eight weeks recovering from her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack. Body healed, she’s ready to put her life back together—except her ex isn’t ready to let go. She won’t cower in a corner while Brit tortures her, but she’s powerless to fight back.

A man determined to resist…

Ex-military security specialist Conlan James avoids commitment like the plague. His job, his Harley, and the occasional one-night stand are all he needs, until the day he rescues Jess from a tense situation and realizes he can’t get her off his mind. He can teach her to protect herself, but protecting his heart is another matter.

A madman determined to win…

As the deadly game of cat-and-mouse with Brit heats up, so does the hunger between Con and Jess. Safety might be found in numbers, but in bed, all bets are off—and the wrong move could lead to heartbreak. Or death.

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What the hell are you doing here?

This wasn’t the first time in the last five minutes that Conlan had asked himself the same question. Maybe if he had an answer, the revolving door in his brain would stop spinning, but that didn’t seem likely. Not anytime soon. Not with the beautiful brunette he’d come to see sitting close enough that, if he let himself look, he could detect the light dusting of freckles across her nose. But he wasn’t looking, and he shouldn’t be here, so how had he ended up standing in line behind the thirtysomething latte league? It sure as hell wasn’t for the coffee.

Legs braced wide, he shifted from one hip to the other, the creak of his motorcycle chaps reminding him he could be enjoying a few extra minutes on the Harley before work instead of spending that precious time here, mooning over a woman. Doe Eyes. The first time he’d seen her all those months ago, he’d thought her eyes reminded him of sweet Georgia pecans and skittish does. The name stuck, as had the memory of her eyes—and a hundred other glimpses he shouldn’t have taken.

Another name called, another latte dispensed, another shuffle forward.

He hadn’t seen those eyes in eight weeks, and yet still he’d shown up every Monday, like clockwork, hoping for one more glimpse and calling himself an idiot. Wasn’t like he planned on asking her out. So why the hell did he torture himself with these weekly forays into enemy territory?

Sex. Or sex appeal, at least.

Another step closer to the counter. The move didn’t ease the constriction behind the zipper of his jeans. This was what she did to him, thinking about her. Especially now, after so long apart.

The thought had a snort escaping. Ahead of him, Mr. Suit and Tie startled and glanced over a shoulder, but Conlan ignored the look. He was too busy figuring out when “this” had become enough like a relationship in his head that he would think things like “after so long apart.” Doe Eyes might appear prominently in his thoughts from time to time—especially certain times—but he’d never seen her outside of this coffee shop. And he wouldn’t. A quick roll in the hay was one thing, but Doe Eyes wasn’t the kind of woman who had one-night stands. He could tell that much just by looking at her. She was a relationship kind of woman, and he was a relationship-phobic kind of guy. Which meant he seriously needed to get a grip—and not on the part of him growing even harder at the idea.

Idiot was right.

He should be at work. Southern summer heat brought out the crazies almost as well as full moons did, and JCL Security was feeling the impact, juggling cases like they had eight arms, which they didn’t. Too many sleepless nights had been spent at his office, especially with the Bennett case coming up. Just a couple more weeks before Thea Bennett had her bastard of a husband before a judge and hopefully out of her life, but the paper- and prep work to get the high-profile bastard there had been a bitch. He seriously needed to—

“Conlan, hey!”

For a passing moment he was convinced the voice belonged to the woman filling his thoughts. But when the high, candied voice called again, he realized it was coming from the counter. The cashier. Tonya, Tammy? Tracy? He couldn’t remember. She was blonde with a deep tan he would’ve deemed impossible in a landlocked city like Atlanta, the shade a stark contrast to her white smile. Stepping up, he threw her a grin. “Hey.”

She batted long lashes, almost hiding the way her glance slid down to the crotch of his jeans, framed in his leather chaps. “Long time, no see.”

He winked automatically. “It’s a long wait between Mondays.”

The girl giggled. “Your usual?”

“That’s right. Thanks,” he said, passing over a ten-dollar bill.

She made change, certain to caress his hand as she laid the money in his palm. Conlan was more interested in the dark Colombian roast another employee was walking toward them. High-octane all the way. The sight of the near-black brew had him salivating for something other than Doe Eyes for the first time that morning.

He reached the condiment counter just as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Probably Jack. Retrieving the cell confirmed his suspicion.

Where the hell are you? his partner had texted.

Piss off, Con replied, a grin tugging at his lips. The irony that he’d spent too much time asking himself the very same question didn’t escape him. In a half hour he’d be at the office and they could both stop wondering.

With a little back-and-forth he managed to cram the phone back in his tight jeans. He glanced around absently, and his gaze snagged on a pair of amber-brown eyes that suddenly met his.

He froze.

Doe Eyes dropped her chin and shifted over the slightest bit, enough that her friend’s position blocked her from view, but not before he caught the blush coloring her creamy cheeks.

His cock banged against his zipper as if begging to be let out. The bite of pain caught his breath in his throat. Jesus, what the hell was he—

Don’t! Ask. Again. He knew what the hell he was doing here, and he needed to go; he really did. He needed to stop letting his dick run this show, grab his coffee, and get back to reality.

He was restless, that was all. He was a man who needed action. Needed to be doing something, anything, not sitting behind a desk like he’d been for weeks while prepping Thea’s case. Usually he worked off his frustration in a way that involved cool silk sheets and bare skin and satisfaction on both sides, but there’d been no damn time. Just his hand and the additional chafing it provided, which wasn’t near as effective—or satisfying. That had to be the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about his mystery woman.

Of course. That had to be it.

Popping the lid off his cardboard cup released the rich aroma of ground coffee beans into the air. He lifted his cup and blew across the hot liquid, the sound almost a sigh of relief. He was already reaching for the packets of sugar when black squiggles caught his eye. There. On the part of the paper sleeve now facing him, he could see a name and number were clearly written: Tiffany. A 470 area-code phone number.

So that was her name. Sounded like an eighties pop star. A glance over his shoulder found the cashier leaning across the bar where drinks were picked up, her mounded breasts shelved there, on display. Come back soon, she mouthed, her shoulders doing a little wiggle. On reflex, he threw her a grin, but her seemingly seductive move couldn’t pull his glance downward. His dick didn’t even twitch. Apparently only one thing could trigger his runaway libido this morning.

He added the sugar, trying to ignore the panic in his gut and his one-track mind. The latter was impossible. He wanted to know Doe Eyes’ name, her phone number. Were her breasts as full as they looked beneath that starched white button-down? Was her hair as soft as he swore it would be when he fisted it between his fingers?

He stirred a bit too vigorously, and coffee sloshed over the side of the cup.

Don’t look. Don’t. He realized he’d closed his eyes. A sigh escaped as he rubbed a thumb and finger against them, but as soon as the lids popped open, he searched for her. Had to see her. Felt his heartbeat pick up knowing she might meet his eyes.

He was so screwed—and smart enough to admit it. He let go, let the conflict and the churning in his gut and the tension cramping his muscles go. And then he looked toward her table.

It was empty.

“Well shit.”

He stood for a moment, cursing himself, the coffee, and everything else he could think of. When another customer stepped up behind him and cleared his throat, wanting access to the counter, Con grabbed his cup and headed out the door. On his way, he chucked the coffee in the trash without a single sip.

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Ella grew up in the Deep South, where books provided adventures, friends, and her first taste of romance. Now she writes her own romantic adventures, with plenty of hot alpha men and the women who love and challenge them. With a day job, a husband, two active teenagers, and two not so active cats, Ella is always busy, but getting the voices in her head down on paper is a top priority. Connect with Ella at .

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