Playlist for Stirring Up Dirty
Burnin’
It Down - Jason Aldean – see aRe
Café post for more about this song/inspiration!!!
Sugar
- Maroon 5
Lonely
Tonight – Blake Shelton & Ashley Monroe
Bed
of Roses – Bon Jovi
Talk
Dirty to Me – Jason DeRulo
Thinking
Out Loud – Ed Sheeran
Perfect
Storm – Brad Paisley
A bit of variety I know, but I like a
lot of different music genres. Including classical and opera! *g*
Hope you enjoy Stirring Up Dirty!!!
STIRRING
UP DIRTY
Stirred
by Love: Book 1
By
Kacey Hammell
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-425-8
115 pages
Available with Evernight Publishing
Connected to DARE
Blurb:
Shaken and
Stirred with a splash of dirty.
Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign
the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for
distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her
young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her
daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s
hard to ignore and impossible to resist.
Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any
contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk
Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for
her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him
crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her …
on so many levels.
Excerpt © Kacey
Hammell, 2015
There was no way she’d tell Melissa she
had the hots for her oldest brother. “All is good. Is there anything I can help
you with, though? I waited tables once. A lot of years ago, but I’d be happy to
help.” Besides, it would get her mind off the hot-blooded male behind the bar
who made her want to hop over it and take him right there. A full room of
customers or not.
“No. Absolutely not. I didn’t ask you
to meet me here so I could put you to work.” Melissa glanced over her shoulder
when one of the customers yelled for her and raised one finger. She turned back
to Candy. “Maybe we should meet tomorrow?”
Candy nodded. “Sounds good. Come by my
hotel, okay? But for now,” she slid from the booth, “put me to work. What can I
do?”
Melissa stood and hugged her, then
pointed to the corner. “Well, I’m behind in getting out more nuts. The bowls on
the bar and tables need refilling. I have enough to get some done now, but
we’ll be closing in an hour and will need more. If you don’t mind, could you
grab some?”
“Not at all.”
“Thank you so much. They’re on the very
back wall, third shelf from the bottom.” Another customer hollered for
Melissa’s attention. “Thanks again,” she said before hurrying off.
The girl was meant for bigger and
better. Not that there was anything wrong with working hard for a living, but
her long and lean figure, her regal neckline and great posture would be better
served on a runway or in a magazine than hustling from table to table.
She strode across the room to the side
door Melissa had directed her to. The door was ajar, held open with a small
wooden crate. She pushed the crate inside and entered, shutting the door behind
her.
“Damn it. Who let the door close? Drew,
fuck, you know better.” The masculine voice from somewhere in the back startled
her. Thankfully she recognized the voice or she’d have been screaming bloody
murder about being locked in a room with a stranger.
“Sorry, Eric. It’s Candy. I closed the
door.” She moved further into the room and around one large utility shelving
unit.
“Christ, what the hell are you doing in
here?”
She found him near the back wall,
piling boxes of what looked like the nuts she had to find on a small cart.
“I was giving Melissa a hand.” She
pointed at the item in his hand. “I was going to take them out for her, for
after closing, and give her a hand.”
He snorted, set down the case and
reached for another one. “I don’t think a woman like you would be into this
type of work. Don’t want you breaking a nail or anything like that.”
“Oh shut up, dickhead. You’re so
pompous.”
He raised his head and glared at her.
“Don’t look at me like that, either.
I’m no stranger to hard work.” She scanned the room. Jesus, wasn’t there
air-conditioning in this little closet? She pulled at the neckline of her scoop
neck top. “Anything else I can help with?”
Eric set aside the last case and leaned
against the shelf. His arms crossed over his chest, and Candy tried to ignore
the bulging biceps that stood out beneath the sleeves of his grey t-shirt.
Ah, hell.
Her heart skipped and her pussy
throbbed. Just when she thought she’d shoved the need for him aside, he had to
go and look all manly and tasty standing there.
“I thought you were here to whisk my
sister off somewhere?” She hated that he could see right through her plans. “Or
are you here for a job? No longer young enough for those crazy sharks in
magazines these days?”
Oh the bastard knew how to cut her to
the quick. She wasn’t a washed-up has-been, but her time in the fashion and
modeling limelight had come and gone. “You really need to let go of that
high-and-mighty attitude. You know nothing about me. Now,” she waved her arms,
“anything here need to be taken out front?”
He smirked, and she wanted to slap him.
But he shrugged and pointed to the shelf above her head. “I need that red box
there brought down. The blue one beside it too. They aren’t heavy, just
napkins.”
She nodded and lifted her arms. In her
six-inch heels it was hard to reach so high, and she widened her stance for
better balance. The tips of her fingers eased the red box closer to the edge
for her to grab the sides. She lowered it and set it on the stack of cases he
had on the cart.
“I’m glad I can help. Melissa looked a
bit frazzled out there. She is a hard worker.”
He coughed. “We all grew up working
hard.”
Candy reached for the blue box and
nodded. “It seems like a great family unit that you all have.” Crap, this one
was a bit farther back. She felt a breeze cross her skin as her top rose,
baring her midriff. She wobbled on her heels. Shit. That’s all she needed was
to fall on her ass while in a skirt and look like a fool.
Warm hands suddenly circled her waist.
Gasping, she drew in a deep breath and grabbed on to the shelf with both hands
as he touched her.
“Easy there, darlin’. Those heels
aren’t exactly made for working.” His searing breath washed over her neck.
Electric currents spread along her skin, igniting and firing to life. Goddamn,
goddamn.
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Bio:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born
author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a
young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author,
she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she
writes.
Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her
perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.
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1 comment:
Thanks for having me over today, Wendi. Sorry for my tardiness, it was a busy farm day! *g*
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