The day a book escapes into the wide, wide world of the web it is truly a release day. It’s the day your baby has grown up and flown the coop. There’s nothing more to be done for it. For better, for worse all the deletions, additions and revisions are finished and now…the nail biting begins.For me, I hope that readers are intrigued by the cover and blurb of Dinner and a Movie and need to click for the download. I want Miss Bernie and Mr. Clarke to find appreciative homes. They deserve it. They are, after all, simply looking for what we all seek in this world: undying adoration. Well, maybe coupled with more than a little lust. Okay. A lot. <g>
So, here’s a little tease. Think about inviting this pair over tonight for a little fun before you turn off all the lights. Available today at Purple Sword Publications and very shortly appearing at other major ebook outlets. Thanks for reading!
There’s only one dish on Liam’s menu tonight—Miss Bernie Watkins. After devouring the entrée, he dismisses the dessert cart in favor of snacking on her delectable generous curves at the local movie theatre. Stunned by Liam’s displays of passion, Miss Bernie discovers her inner wanton and beauty.
Her eyes closed in bliss as he traced her lips. “You have a soft heart, Miss Bernie.”Small bursts of joy rippled through her body in response to his compliment. But the use of ‘Miss Bernie’ created new urgent responses deep within. She purred and arced into him. Her demon murmured into his ear, “Say that again, Mr. Clarke.”
She pulled back just enough. Heat and moisture collected in the wisp of space between their mouths. A spark leapt across the void.
His mouth took hers, hard. His tongue surged past her teeth and ferreted out every crevice of moisture remaining in her mouth. The light from the wall sconce dimmed. The sounds of silverware and glass vanished, leaving only his pulse pounding against hers. Her limbs weakened. Her entire world tilted.
Anything. She would do anything for this man. His touch. His voice.
He released her mouth. Dazed, Bernie rested her head against the wall and stared at the ceiling. He continued to place a trail of fire on her throat, nibble the cords of her neck and suck. She moaned as the sharp pain triggered an erotic tightening in her belly.
“What do you want?” she asked. Whatever the answer, she would give it.
Liam groaned, placed his hands by her head and seemed to struggle to push away from her thrumming body.
An antique clock in the foyer ticked, the tock grew louder with each moment that he watched her. Invisible strings pulled her forward. It would only take a moment to loosen his tie, unbutton the top and expose the triangle of flesh—the bit that beckoned her tongue. She would lick it and leave it wet and wanting….
He chuckled, a sound that reverberated between them. “At first I just wanted your car. And then your legs…” Long fingers kneaded the back of her thighs. “When you bent over to get something from your car, it killed me.”
He drew her into another kiss, brutal and short.
“I want your body splayed open, waiting for me to take my pleasure. Are you wearing anything under this skirt?”
Bernie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to think. “God, I wish I wasn’t.”
“What is it?” His voice lowered with desire.
“A thong.” She ran her fingers through the short locks at the back of his head. “And it is soaking.”