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First up is an erotic romance for you older women-younger men fans tentatively titled Fool for Love. It's about a woman who has just about given up on love. Then she meets the sexy man next door and they play some delightfully naughty peepshow games with each other. But while she's thinking it's all in fun, her neighbor has more permanent ideas.
Excerpt from Fool in Love:
Sometimes you’re the windshield, and sometimes you’re the bug.
Michaelyn Carpenter, known everywhere simply as Mike, wasn’t sure which one was better since both seemed fairly sucky spots to be in, but the saying sounded good. Unfortunately, it also sounded a lot like her life, which had lately been pretty much in the toilet.
Mike pulled into her driveway and let out a long sigh of relief as she turned off the ignition and pulled up the parking brake. Thank goodness her new neighbors seemed to be almost finished with construction, and she no longer had to maneuver around trucks and trailers and building equipment to get into her own driveway. Leaning her head back against the headrest, she sat for a minute, gathering her remaining supply of energy before attempting the trip into the house.
She mentally asked herself what else could possibly go wrong, then halted in mid thought, choosing not to tempt the fates to show her. After all, her adult life had so far been a matter of surviving one load of heartache after another, and she hadn't seen any reason to believe that was going to change.
Heaving another long sigh, she raised her head and opened her eyes. As she turned to grab her purse from the passenger seat, she glanced up and froze. There, on the roof of the house next door, stood the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
Even across her front yard and his side yard, she could tell he was a very large man, at least several inches over six feet, with broad shoulders and a back carved with muscles. He was dressed in blue jeans and work boots, and his white t-shirt, stuffed into his back pocket, waved like an off-center tail as he moved around. He either had a very deep tan, or more likely, some Native American blood, if that dark ponytail reaching halfway down his back was any sign. She couldn’t see his face, but with what she saw already, it didn’t even matter. He was flat-out stunning. Just looking at him was a joy.
Grinning to herself as she recalled a friend’s comment about construction workers being eye-candy gifts from the gods, she sat for a moment and enjoyed the view. The man had muscular thighs under bleached denim jeans that bulged as he balanced himself on the roof’s angle, and his arm muscles flexed and bunched as he hammered nails into the tarpaper he was installing over the plywood roof surface. And oh God, that was one world-class ass: rounded, tight, and cupped lovingly by those faded jeans. He had the thighs and ass of a horseman, heavily muscled and strong, and just the thought of those hips and thighs moving between her own was enough to make her groan and break out in a sweat.
He turned and she hummed to herself in delight. His chest was tanned and lightly furred, glittering with moisture from both his labor and the heat. The sides of his chest were rippled with muscle and it tapered smoothly into a flat abdomen. There was a shadow of hair leading down the center between his ribs that thickened as it divided to circle his belly button, then arrowed into the low-slung waist of his jeans where a big oval silver belt buckle rested above a rather impressive bulge. She fought the urge to lick her lips, then grinned at herself and licked them anyway. The depth of his chest proved here was no boy but a fully mature man, although maybe a few years younger than her own forty-one years, she thought.
Shaking herself into motion, Mike climbed out of her car. She glanced up as she stood in the open car door and caught the man on the roof staring at her. Like a deer in headlights, she froze and met his gaze.
In what seemed like slow motion, he pulled his t-shirt from his back pocket and wiped his face, then loosened the band holding his hair back and shook his head as he tucked the t-shirt back into his pocket. Thick strands of inky black hair fell around his shoulders and partway down his chest, and Mike caught her breath. Yum.
Next up is the story of a woman who has been through an ugly divorce after having taken care of her husband and raised kids for most of her life only to be left on the sidelines while her husband went out and made a new life for himself without her. She comes out the other side wanting to stretch her legs and grab life with both hands. So she buys herself a new convertible and goes on a cross-country road trip.
You won't believe the leather-clad hunk she meets along the way.
Excerpt coming soon.