Out now! Includes my sizzling short story, Best I Ever Had!
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.
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?
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EXCERPT:
Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk 2014.
All Rights Reserved.
Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs
fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take me, Sam.”
“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 of you.”
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. “You shaved.”
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.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam
and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she
should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a
fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes,
she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.
“I want Quint to watch,” she
whispered. “I do.”
“Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over
her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”
“More than ever. He’s
your lover, too. Why would I count him out?”
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