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Now…on to today…I am DEEEEEEEP in deadline dementia. SO deep I’m having Bruce cut off the internet access to the house when he goes to work! (No, I’m not kidding. In this insane crunch time, the last thing I can afford is the much-too-easy-to-give-in-to temptation of the internet!)

Anyway, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone…give myself a break on writing something new for today. And giving you guys a super secret sneak-peek excerpt from my January 2008 Blaze ONE WILD WEDDING NIGHT!

This one hasn’t been seen anywhere…but you guys are special. And I’m pretty sure you can handle the heat. (You’re going to have to if you want to read the whole book. It’s not only the hottest thing I’ve ever done, I’m betting it’s one of the hottest Blazes ever!)

This is from the, umh, middle story. Titled “Three Way.”

Appropriate, no?

Enjoy! (And let me know what you think, okay? I’ll be checking in once Bruce gets home and checks to make sure I hit my page count and gives me my internet reward. Hmm…we haven’t discussed punishment for failure…

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“I have a surprise for you in the bedroom.”

She quivered, wondering how his hands could be everywhere on her at once. “You do?”

“Something you once told me you wanted.”

Mia wasn’t sure what he meant, but since the bed was where she most wanted to be with him, she was definitely ready to follow him into the bedroom. “Take me there.”

He entwined his fingers with hers, then led her across the small living area of the suite. Mia’s curiosity grew, until she was almost holding her breath in anticipation.

When Brandon pushed the door open, she let the breath out in a quick exhalation, now remembering what she’d said. And when she’d said it. “You remember that conversation?” she asked, seeing and understanding the lengths he’d gone to in order to fulfill her fantasy. What else, she wondered, did he remember about that long, erotic phone call?

He nodded and led her to the massage table standing at the foot of the bed. On a small table beside it stood an array of lotions, as well as some candles, which he quickly lit. Soft, melodic music played in the background, setting a scene of pure relaxation. “You wanted a sensual massage. To be stroked everywhere, every muscle soothed with silky lotion and an expert touch.”

She remembered uttering those words, exactly.

“To start slowly,” he added, his words whispered, adding to the drugging mood, “like any other professional massage. Then to gradually be seduced into eroticism by a pair of powerful hands going far beyond the boundaries of a normal session.”

Mia’s whole body went soft, almost boneless, at the thought of his big, male hands kneading away all her tension. She loved massages, as she’d told him, and had long wondered what it would be like to get one from a lover. One whose touches would start firmly, professionally, then segue into wickedly seductive caresses.

“I can’t believe you got a table,” she said, almost stalling for time as she stepped closer and touched the fluffy white towel he’d draped across the top. She was dying for him to do as he’d said, but almost nervous. What if, having voiced the fantasy, the reality wasn’t as good?

Then she glanced back, saw his confident smile and the powerful muscles flexing in his arms and hands, and knew it would be very good.

“Get on,” he told her, holding out a hand to help her.

Mia did. But she didn’t lie down right away, instead extending one leg straight out, silently ordering him to remove her stocking. Brandon reached for the front clasp, deftly unfastened it, then did the same with the back. He rolled the silky material down slowly–with infinite patience, touching her only with the slightest brushes of his fingertips.

By the time he’d removed the second one, she was already a quivering mess. She didn’t know how much of the massage she’d be able to stand before begging him to fill her.
“Lie down, Mia,” he ordered as he removed the garter belt.

She did, rolling into her stomach. The table was a portable one, with no opening for the face, which was fine with her. She didn’t want to remain removed and separated from the experience–she wanted to watch, to savor whatever he did to her. So she turned her head to the side, following every move Brandon made.

“Now, ma’am, you requested our full service package,” he said as he moved to the door and flicked down the light switch. The room didn’t plunge into darkness, it was still lit by the half-dozen candles. The shadowy lighting, the music, the smells and the anticipation all combined to build her senses to their highest peak.

“Yes, I believe I did,” she replied, playing along, wondering how a man as laid back and friendly as this one could so easily fall into fantasy play-acting with a lover.

She’d never have suspected it. And it delighted her.

“As you wish.” He retrieved another of those towels, a smaller one folded into a long, slender strip. Just as if he were a professional, he carefully draped it across her bottom, covering her curves. He took his time about it, trailing his fingers across her skin in a way no massage therapist ever had.

“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Relax and enjoy this. Remember, you said it was what you fantasized about.”

She did, letting everything fill her head. She remained entirely relaxed as Brandon drew out the moment, not touching her right away as she’d expected him to. Then, finally, she felt a drizzle of silky liquid on the soles of her feet…followed by a pair of warm, strong hands. “Mmm, finally.”

He worked them thoroughly, rubbing away the pain of the wicked bridesmaid shoes, before slowly moving up to her ankles and giving equally delicious attention.

“Wow,” Mia said, “you are very good at this.”

She wasn’t really expecting an answer, but she got one. “He’s paid to be very good,” a voice whispered, close to her ear. Very close to her ear.

Which was physically impossible, since Brandon’s hands were on her calves.

Not understanding, still a little drugged by the sensations battering her every pore, Mia opened her eyes, wondering how Brandon was able to take this fantasy so very far.

She became more confused when she realized she was face to face with him. He was sitting on a chair, bare chested, sprawled back and sipping his drink, just a foot or two in front of her.

Meanwhile, the delicious strokes continued on the back of her calves, at the opposite end of her body. And suddenly the truth washed over her.

They were not alone.

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Though it won’t be available in stores for another month, ONE WILD WEDDING NIGHT is available for pre-order now on Amazon, and should be available at eHarlequin next week!

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