It's time for the Sunday Snog, one of my favorite times of the week. For my snog, I thought I'd feature a snippet from my upcoming short story, a hot little menage called Best I Ever Had. Comes from Turquoise Morning Press on March 11th and I can't wait!!
The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.
All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?
Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.
Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?
And now for that snog!!
“I said it before and I meant it. I want to lick every inch of you and hear you scream my
name, Em.” He stopped a whisper from her lips. “Only my name.”
“What about Quint?”
Instead of answer, Sam swooped in for a kiss. Emma gasped into his mouth. Her knees
wobbled as he swiped his tongue over hers. Forget the loose top or her fears. She wrapped her
arms around him and ground her pussy against the bulge in his jeans. Sam hiked her up against
his chest and carried her into the bedroom. She broke the kiss and held on with each stride.
Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take
“My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two
octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her
breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from
her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she
felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”
Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled
muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared
below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding
down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.
“That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all
Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She
fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The
scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her
body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear.
Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”
“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed.
“You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”
“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.”