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Tomorrow I start my Goddess Fish Blog Tour for MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA, so I thought I’d whet your Holiday RomCom-reading appetite with a little sexy snippet from the book here, today. Enjoy. And consider preordering – the link is live in the above title!
After the third episode of a sitcom we’d both loved as kids, we decided to forgo a forth.
Tony shifted on the couch and stretched out next to me, slipping one arm behind my head the other palming my stomach.
“Wanna make out?” he asked, grinning, as his lips skimmed down my neck.
“How old are you, twelve?” I asked. But I have to admit I did nothing to discourage him from seducing me.
“When I was twelve I wanted to play with balls and bats. I wouldn’t have known what to do with a gorgeous woman in my arms.” He pulled my ear lobe between his lips and bit down.
“You learned pretty fast.” I might have gasped once or twice while saying it because the hand at my stomach inched up to cup a breast. He stopped under the edge of my bra the moment he touched the fabric.
He pulled up, leaving his hand in place, and asked, “What are you wearing under this? It doesn’t feel like regular bra material.”
“What’s regular bra material feel like?”
“You know. Cotton or something. What is this?” He tugged at the collar until my bra strap and cup were exposed. It was fascinating watching his face as he got a glimpse of my underwear.
“Is that a good holy shit, or a bad one?” I was sure I knew the answer just by the way his eyes widened to the size of bocce balls and his mouth dropped open like his jaw came unhinged.
Instead of answering me right away he pulled up and dragged me with him. When we were sitting, facing one another, he gripped the hem of my sweater and looked me square in the eyes as he asked, “Can I take this off?”
The fact that he asked almost made me start crying. I mean, really, how sweet was that?
I debated whether or not to slip it off myself, but he had such a look of boyish expectation on his face, I knew half the fun for him was to do it himself, so I lifted my arms above my head.
I don’t think any item of clothing I’ve ever worn was discarded so quickly or as deftly as Margaret Rose’s gift.
“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed again when I was sans sweater.
I repeated my previous question.
This time for an answer he skimmed the lace top edge, then slid down over the red cups, his thumbs teasing over my hardened nipples. The material covering my breasts was a red mesh and completely see through. My nipples peeped between the interwoven curlicues. A satin bra would have kept them secure and hidden behind the material.
Tony’s gaze zeroed in on those two little distended points and then he rubbed his thumbs over them again.
My back arched, jutting them forward, and I almost came on the spot when Tony licked his lips, shifted, and sucked one of them into his mouth.
“If this is what you’re wearing on top,” he said, moving to the other breast for equal time, “what have you got on under your jeans?”
I gasped and clutched his head between my hands as the tug of his lips shot straight down to my core. Between breaths I managed to say, “It’s a matching set.”
Tony shot back and stared hard at me again, hope now adding to the expectation in his eyes. I could detect a little lust mixed in as well.
“Can I see? Please?”
He truly did look like a little kid waiting to open his birthday presents, hoping and wishing he’d get exactly what he’d asked for.
“Well, since you ask so nicely.”
Intrigued? I hope so.
Hope to see you all on the tour when it starts tomorrow. Check back here then for the stops!
Until next time, peeps ~ peg
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It’s my turn over on Romancing the genres and we’re talking abt Villains this month. Come see who my fave bad guy/girl is from literature here: RTG
You may be surprised by my answer.
I really have had some weird – but exact – blog titles lately, haven’t I? Hee Hee
I’ve talked about book reviews here many times – the good, the bad, the mean. Today I’m going to add confusing to that short list.
WOKE released the other day to good (mostly – 95%) to excellent reviews. I’ve come to realize that the people whom I know personally are always kind even if they don’t like one book more than another, they always say kind words in their reviews. But I know a book is good if reviewers I don’t know from Adam ( or Eve) say something wonderful.
For an example, this review was put up on Bookbub and Amazon by a reader I don’t know:
Drugged at her 21st birthday party, Aurora nearly died, then spent 10 years in a coma. She moves forward after waking, thanks to her devoted mother and their housekeeper, to the point of training to run the NYC marathon, and meeting and dating someone she met at a fundraiser. AJ, as she’s now known, wants to know what happened, and goes in search of someone who can help her. I’ve read two other books from this author, both very nice romances. But holy crapoly – I had no idea that Ms. Jaeger could write such a captivating and suspenseful romance. This story roped me in at the beginning, and never let up. The romance is wonderful. Cade and AJ are just perfect together, until he omits something that she might think to be important. Her mother is a bit overprotective at times, but considering all that AJ went through, fairly understandable, and Mom is supportive. Maeve, their housekeeper, has worked for the family since she came to the US, and she’s so much more than just “the help” – she gave up her chance at forever to take care of AJ when she was comatose. Nick, the detective who worked her case, is a really great guy, and I love AJ’s matchmaking attempt. Best quote in the book: “Forgiveness is a gift, according to Maeve, that should be doled out often, and without incurring interest.” She gave it 5 stars
Great review, right? I think so and it made me feel I’d done my job as a writer well.
Then there are the confusing ones. The reviews that makes no sense to me, like this one, for example:
The plot had its engaging moments, the characters were interesting and their secrets were gradually relieved throughout the story.
It had mystery and twists, single pov, nicely paced.
Regarding the solution of how and why was Aurora poisoned, it was neither brilliant nor mind blowing. It was far fetched and spoiled whatever my mood was.
Is there a part two??? Where was the epilogue???? Where was the hea???? There was a hea, but for a secondary character!!! I was left dumbfounded, looking for an epilogue that never appeared and I could not believe how abrupt the story ended!!! 😲She gave it 2.5 stars.
I didn’t promote this book as a romance because, to me, it really wasn’t one. It was more a woman coming to grips with the hand of cards she was dealt in life and trying to learn how to grow from it. The book ended when it was appropriate to end. It didn’t need an epilogue and why does this reader think it does??? See? Confusing.
There certainly are days when I wonder why I ever wanted to be a professional, published writer, that’s for sure…
Oh well. Today I start writing Book 2 in my Pride of Brothers series. Different genre, different voices. I’d better just concentrate on that and forget about the confusing world of reviews for the moment.
Happy 4th, American peeps. Until next time ~ Peg
It’s my turn over on Romancing the genres today and I’m talking about my favorite publishing first. It’s not what you think it is! Stop by and give it a once over here: RTG
Until next time ~ Peg
On this leap day I’m up on Romancing the Genres and the theme this month is one I know intimately: Being different. Or in this case, Marching to the beat of a different drummer.
You can read the post here: RTG
Until next time, peeps ~Peg