Wednesday Words–Prey & Prejudice, a NEW Excerpt

Man, I cannot believe it’s been 9 days since I last blogged. I’m usually better than that. I blame the season. With shopping, cleaning, not working like I should be, and stressing over the fact, I’ve been off my game. Well, in the immortal words of George Costanza, “I’m back, baby!”

So without further ado, a Wednesday Words to tickle your fancy. Have a fun, sneak peek at Prey & Prejudice, coming to Samhain December 31st!  Enjoy.

The heady rush of power went straight to her head. Zoe knew she looked good, but having so many people around her adding to her ego helped soothe the insecurities plaguing her thanks to that asshole Miles.

Damn he was fine. Those blue-and-gold trunks he wore emphasized his thick thighs and muscular calves. And that chest and those arms… She’d never been into blondes, but holy hell, Miles had apparently been made from the same amazing cloth she’d come from.

Sure, he wore a designer suit and tie well and had done more than his share of justice in khaki shorts and a tee-shirt—what he normally wore around the pride. But in just swim trunks and nothing else, glistening with oil, his pecs and biceps looked huge. Such ready strength and such command in those glowing green eyes.

She gave it a few more minutes prancing under the water with the appreciative cats staring at her. She liked men of all ages and sizes, but young twenty-somethings no longer held any appeal. Hell, since seeing Miles, none of the men she’d met attracted her. It had to be a case of wanting what she couldn’t have—she hoped.

Miles was the first man to turn her down for sex. Ever. But she knew he wanted her. That erection she’d spotted had been all for her. Finally.

She slammed the ball over the net and into the nose of a young cat. “Oh, sorry.” She dunked herself under the water and rose to smooth her hair back. “I’ll be back. Just need the ladies’ room.”

She loved their disappointment, as well as the prayers and mutterings when she walked slowly out of the pool.

“Come on, Zoe. I don’t think we all need to see your ass this much, do you?” Quince protested when she came abreast of him. He sat with Joy on her lounger, and she had to admit the pair looked right together.

Joy nodded to her left. “You need the restroom? The empty cottage is open.”

Quince frowned. “The pool house is right there.”

Joy dug an elbow into his gut and shook her head. “Honestly. He’s cute, but sometimes so very dim.”

“Joy ain’t that great,” he muttered, and she cracked up laughing.

Not understanding the pair, Zoe left them to play and followed the scent of a lusty Miles to the house Joy had indicated. Terrific girl. He smelled like a heady cologne that called to every one of her senses. She wondered how he’d taste as she slowly, quietly, entered.

With a satisfied smirk, she heard the sound of a shower and walked on silent feet to the bathroom. She opened the door, then locked it behind her.

She knew he’d heard her, because he muttered her name and swore at her to leave. But not giving him time to retreat again—and she loved the fact she’d forced him into a cold shower—she yanked back the curtain and stepped in to join him.

The stall seemed plenty big, since the tub boasted jets and was deep enough to accommodate two people lying next to one another.

“Get out,” he growled. He stood with his head tucked down and his hands braced against the wall of the showerhead. The water sluiced over the back of his head and neck and down his gloriously sculpted body. His ass was slightly lighter than the rest of him, and his tan highlighted more muscles she wanted to sink her teeth into.

“I need to rinse off. Chlorine isn’t good for my suit, you know.” She grinned and stepped closer behind him. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she petted his ass.

He tensed further, his body like a marble statue under the cool water still flowing down his lean lines. But he didn’t protest her touch.

“Go away,” he tried again, but he lacked conviction.

She purred, more than pleased to have this fine specimen all to herself. “You toyed with me not so long ago. Had me begging you to put your cock inside me.”

“Zoe, stop,” he rasped. His scent deepened, a lusty, needy male primed to fuck.

Man, she really needed to send Marguerite a note of thanks for giving her this suit. “Stop what, Miles? I’m just trying to get clean.” She moved around to the front of him and ducked under his arms. Now caged between his body and the shower wall, she looked her fill.

His erection was huge, his cock jutting out from his body and slick with water. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, so close she felt his breath on her face, yet she kept her back to the wall, not wanting to touch him anywhere…yet.

“What do you want?” he snarled, his eyes dark with desire as his gaze roamed her face.

“What do you want? Want to lick my breasts, to follow the water over my nipples?” She cupped herself, pleased when his gaze fastened to her chest. “Or maybe you want me on my knees, my mouth open, my tongue darting over that slick, hard cock? Would you like that, Miles? Would you like to come down my throat?”

They stood in silence, and she saw the throbbing of his pulse, reveled in the thick scent of lust between them.

“God help me, yes. I want your mouth on me in the worst way,” he moaned and let go of the wall with one hand to grab hers.

Prey & Prejudice

Coming to Samhain Dec 31st