Does Love Keep Your World Spinning?

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Do your palms get sweaty whenever your man comes around? Do you sigh when he kisses you and think about him all the time?

In this month commemorating romance remember the good times you had, even if he’s no long around to hold you tight.

Love has a way of sneaking up of you. It may be the furtherest thing from your mind, then suddenly there it is, knocking your knees out from under you and give him your sexiest smile. Love sneaks up you in the dark of night, or while dancing to your favorite beat. Love doesn’t need a dictionary description, love just is.

Don’t despair if you don’t have a special date for this weekend. Download a hot read. Curl up with a glass of your favorite wine and your trusty vibrator. Switch on your eReader and get turned on by one of my sexy reads.

I recommend And You, Virginia, Are No Lady.

In it, Virginia Hampton, a successful lawyer, needs a part time private investigator and offers the position to Gabriel Count, the hellion of her senior class.

Gabe wants nothing to do with lawyers, but may be forced to accept Virginia’s generous offer of employment to pay for his mother’s nursing home care. A former detective on the Atlanta Police Force, he resigned after a near-fatal gunshot. He spent three months recovering from his wounds while the shooter walked on a technicality.

Here’s a hot excerpt to make your world spin again:

Judging from the shiny stainless steel and plate glass interior of these offices, Virginia Hampton could afford to put him on retainer.

Gabe stepped out on the top floor and glanced at his watch. Danielle, her sexy receptionist had left for the day, but the light spilling out of the corner office indicated Virginia was still at her desk poring over files. He strolled her way and stopped outside her door.

Glass walls made her office look huge, but no desk would look spacious beneath the mountain of legal files Virginia was sitting behind. She frowned, licked her lips, raked her graceful fingers through her long brown hair. As she picked up her pen and started to write she must have sensed his presence, for she lifted her head, her hazel eyes wide.

Game on.

Closing the gap between them Gabe strode across the plush carpet and halted before her desk. “Burning the candle at both ends? Don’t you know when to quit?”

“I’m busy Gabe. You had your say this morning.”

“About that–”

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind?”

“I think reconsidering your offer is a better way of putting it. Why don’t we go get something to eat, and see if we can come to a beneficial agreement?”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? You have to eat.”

“Not with you, I don’t.”

He took a step back. “Are you still smarting over the way I ruffled your feathers this morning?”

She frowned. “Well, you–”

“I said a lot of things I now regret.”

“You’ve come back to make amends?”

“If you’ll let me.” He lowered his voice to a seductive growl. “How long since you went to dinner on a Harley?”

“Never, and I’m not about to start now. I’ll drive. I mean, if I decide to go, I’ll drive.”

When she reached for her purse a few minutes later, Gabe hid a triumphant grin.

“Wait here, I need to freshen up.”

He nodded, then admired the tantalizing swish of her hips as she sauntered down the hall.

No doubt about it, the lady had class, but he refused to let her turn his head. He had but one purpose in coming here, his financial gain. If the two of them couldn’t come to a mutually beneficial agreement, he’d leave.

And let them repossess my wheels?

The ache in his chest reminded Gabe he had to get Virginia to agree.

He glanced at the top folder on her desk labeled Baxter7.

Okay. What did he know about the Baxter case?

Some joker claimed to have–

He heard Virginia sauntering back down the hall and did some sauntering himself so he could stand on the threshold and enjoy her approach  while giving her an approving grin.

Man, oh, man. She was a looker, every teen’s fantasy and every grown man’s wet dream. Trouble for him with a capital T if he didn’t watch his step.

Don’t touch, don’t even think about enjoying some of that in your bed.

Okay, he wouldn’t, but no harm in a man looking longingly.

Dry dreams were far safer for him.

All three books in the Atlanta Burning series are available for download here:

http://www.amazon.com/Flame-Arden/e/B00E0UOQEC

 

 

 

 

 

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