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Yes, the butler did it! When a newly wealthy woman purchases a remote estate in Virginia, a butler comes with the contract. His subtle manipulations fuel a desire she never expected. Read an excerpt from The Butler below! ~~~~~~~ |
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Have you pre-ordered your copy? Melanie Bradshaw is driven to desperation by her torrid dreams. When she finally acts on her desires, things go horribly wrong, and she witnesses the murder of an overly amorous lounge lizard–whose body disintegrates before her eyes. Detective Moses Brown isn’t thrilled to get another “full-moon case”…until he meets the delectable Melanie, who took a walk on the wild side straight into vampire territory. Moses doesn’t know why vamps are interested in her, but until he can discover the reason, he’s going to stick to her like glue, doing his best to ignore their instant attraction. But pretty little Melanie has designs on his body. Her hunger for sex is voracious, even downright insatiable. As the mystery surrounding her begins to unravel, keeping her safe–hell, keeping himself safe from her–presents some interesting complications… ~~~~~~~ |
Read an excerpt from The Butler!Grant stepped into the doorway, one of his small smiles curving his perfect, firm lips. “I was passing by, is there anything I can do for you?” He rarely asked anymore. Was simply there, with whatever I needed. Hearing his voice, so deep and even, I was filled with the almost overwhelming urge to ask him to give me an orgasm. Instead, I moved to make sure the computer screen, filled with a smutty love scene, was hidden behind me. “Do you like this room, Grant?” He arched a brow, wariness entering his expression until his neutral mask fell into place. “Is there something that doesn’t please you? Do you need a lamp at your desk?” Pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes, I stared. It had been a while since I’d been engaged in another of his manipulations over furnishings. The thought of engaging in one now made my nipples prickle. “There are too many books,” I said, and then grinned. I couldn’t help it. An edgy horniness was willing me to misbehave. “It is a library, ma’am,” he said, his tone dry. “Kendall, Grant. We share a house. You can use my name.” “I’m in your service, ma’am.” I blew out a breath and wished instantly that I’d bothered to slick my lips with something more dramatic than a pale gloss. His head tilted to the side, those intelligent green eyes narrowing. “Ma’am, are you bored?” “And if I am?” “There are horses in the stable…” I gave a long dramatic sigh. “It’s cold outside.” “I could build you a fire in the hearth, bring you a brandy.” A warm fire, brandy, him naked on a soft, sheepskin rug… I straightened and shook my head to clear the image. I didn’t dare let my thoughts stray any further. “A fire and a glass of brandy would be nice. Maybe you could choose something for me to read,” I murmured. “Something without too many big words.” His lips pressed together, but then he chuckled. “All right then, a fire, a brandy, and a good book…without too many big words. Ma’am.” I grinned back at him, feeling comfortable with his amusement and attention for the first time. “This house was too much for me, wasn’t it? I don’t know why I bought it.” “You have good taste,” he said, rubbing his hands together and entering the room. He strode for the fireplace, set three logs in the stand at the center of the large hearth, and placed kindling beneath it. Minutes later flame licked at the bottoms of the logs. Moving toward a walnut sideboard, he poured a snifter of brandy, swirling it as he cupped the base to warm the liquid. “Would you like to move to the couch?” I stood, my body feeling fluid, my hips swaying as I approached him. Our gazes locked, and then his flicked downward to the glass he held. “Why not pour one for yourself?” I said softly. “Join me.” Again, his gaze narrowed, but he gave a slow nod. “If it pleases you.” “It does.” Together, we settled on the dark leather, on opposite ends, me with my knees drawn up and sitting sideways to stare at him, while Grant sat, one arm draped on the back, the other holding his glass, his gaze studying me. Suddenly, I was uncomfortable. Didn’t the man know how to make polite conversation? Or did he really want to be somewhere else? Irritated, I said, “You should ask me how the writing is going?” He arched a brow. “How is the writing going?” I nodded my approval. “Slowly. I thought I’d be able to write with the peace and quiet in the country.” “But you’re bored.” “Not precisely…” “Not precisely bored…?” “I keep thinking about your butler’s buttons,” I blurted, letting my gaze drift away as a blush warmed my cheeks. “As a clue or a thread in your story?” I shook my head. “I guess the problem is that for the most part we’re alone in this house. You off in your quarters. Me, alone, in mine.” His head rose then slowly dipped. “I see.” Did he really? “You haven’t used the buttons. Not once.” Why, oh why, had I mentioned the damn buttons? It was as though I’d released the floodgate holding back my words. The next sentence escaped before I could hit the edit button. “Because I’m afraid I’ll be tempted to use them for more than the…customary services.” “As you’ve said,” he murmured. “We’re alone in this house. And I am here to serve…” |
