#CelebratingValentine Give-away Hop!

#CelebratingValentine

Share a Valentine’s Day moment!

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In this hop we’re sharing a special Valentine’s Day moment with you. My first V-Day with my husband was our very first ‘serious’ date and the first time he touched me as more than just a friend.

Oh my…do you remember that first time? Standing toe to toe, heart to heart. Warm breath caresses your face hinting at wine and heat and the tangle of tongues. You shiver, excited, scared. This is it!

Tingles race up your skin and prickles in your scalp as awareness sparks between you. You have only to move a fraction for your lips to touch, fingers to slide together, bodies to meld.

But you both hesitated, prolonging the anticipation. Electricity snaps between you. A slow, alluring smile crosses the lovely face so close to yours.

The touch on your arm scorches through the sweater you wish you hadn’t worn so you could feel the fingers on your skin. The glow in eyes fixated on you, coming closer. You close your eyes and sigh at the brush of soft lips, feather light, etched forever in your memory as it scorches your blood.

Heart pounding, you open to the gently probing tongue, tasting its sweetness. Hands slide up your arms, igniting your skin. They slide around your waist and pull you into the warmth and allure of a body that must have been made for you, molding to yours in perfect compliment.

Prize time! Please comment, sharing a favorite romantic moment with us, for a chance to win an E-copy of any book on my backlist. Don’t forget to leave your contact info!

I’d like to leave you with an excerpt from my new Release:

WEE WILLIE WINKIE

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Willie has met an old flame, but is he willing to give up the decadence of Boston society for the man he loves?

For the past three years William Wilkerson has led the life of the privileged rich. Head of his father’s shipping business, Willie indulges in the pleasures of Boston’s fine young men to his heart’s content. That is, until he meets Fredrick, the one man who has captured his heart, again.

As his former tutor, Fredrick has been declared off limits by William’s father. Fredrick also believes he’s beneath the attention of Wilkerson’s heir. Willie disagrees, but is he willing to throw away rank and privilege for the man he loves?

Excerpt:

Fredrick held up his glass and stared at the candle’s flame through the amber liquid. He took a sip, savored the rich, biting taste on his tongue. He welcomed the burn down his throat. This was the very last drink he could afford, and he had to make it last.

A giggle erupted from the booth in the corner, the one whose curtains were drawn against curious eyes. A smile tugged at Fredrick’s lips despite the dire state of his wallet. The laugh had been carefree, joyous, naughty. Fredrick shifted on the cushioned bench. Only a few straggling customers remained in the dining room. He wondered if any of them would notice if he shifted his cramped cock as it throbbed in sympathy with the bright laughter.

Rather than risk it, he watched the fruit vender outside the window beguile a customer. Another giggle and stifled moan swiveled his attention back to the corner. A silk-clad foot and slim calf peeked beneath the curtain. He grinned even as the delectable sight emphasized his own loneliness. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in his bed.

“Excuse me. Sir?”

Fredrick looked up, distracted from his memory of lush lips and white skin and wide, hazel eyes, and blinked at the stout innkeeper at his elbow. “Yes?”

A frown fleeted across the man’s homely face at another bout of laughter from the corner. “If they’re disturbing you, I can have Wee Willie take his guest upstairs. Excuse me, I mean Mister Wilkerson.” The man broke off, flustered by the slip of the tongue.

Fredrick’s heart leaped
on hearing the name mentioned. Is William really here? How could that be? The innkeeper coughed, and Fredrick frowned at the intrusion into his thoughts. The man was so damned serious about such a minor indiscretion. “They’re no bother. In fact, I’m almost done anyway.” He lifted his nearly empty glass. Hearing a shout, they looked over in time to see a young man tumble through the curtains onto the floor. Fredrick caught a glimpse of red hair and an embarrassed cheek before the gentleman crammed a hat on his head and strode passed them, face averted. The innkeeper shrugged and followed, likely to be sure he paid for his drinks.

Fredrick stared at the silk-clad foot still protruding from the parted curtains. He loosened his hold on his glass but had no way to stop the wild hammering of his heart. Before he lost his courage, he stood and swallowed the last of his brandy, then walked the short distance to the booth.

A grin tugged the corner of his mouth at his eagerness. It had been three years, after all, and they’d parted in anger. Would William acknowledge him? His hand trembled as he drew aside the heavy curtain and allowed his gaze to travel up the silky hose to bright blue trousers. Blood heated his face when he found the laces undone at the waist and the silk shirt open to expose white skin and rosebud nipples.

A sigh brought his gaze up to the pretty face that stirred his dreams. Rich brown curls surrounded lovely hazel eyes and full, pouting lips. He groaned when a delighted smile revealed the even, white teeth that had nipped his collarbone on more than one glorious occasion. “Freddie, is it you?”

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