So, is anyone else out there in Georgia about to freeze to death? About two weeks ago the temperatures were in the 70’s and 80’s. Now all of a sudden it’s 52 F. My poor chickens are wishing they could grow feathers faster.
But on these chilly nights, it nice to be sitting by the fire, a cup of cocoa on the table next to you while you read your favorite book.
Have you tried Gambler’s Folly yet?
If not, wander on over to Bookstrand or Amazon to get your copy of my paranormal fantasy romance. Then get comfortable under a nice fluffy throw, get that cuppa something warm to drink and settle in for a little romance.
Here’s an excerpt for you.
It was entirely too early when Damiano woke her the next morning. Karianna had no idea when she’d finally gone to sleep, but she didn’t feel rested.
“Come on, Kari,” she heard him say, “If you want coffee before your workout, you should get out of bed.”
Not Carl, not today, she thought. She had one man who was overwhelmingly attentive to her, and one who was a fiend in the gym. Between the two of them, she was going to go mad.
“Some honeymoon,” she murmured to herself.
“We can relax and have fun later,” she heard right next to her. Opening her eyes, she saw Damiano, in black silk pajama pants and no shirt, stretched out on her bed. Head propped up on his hand, he had an amused smile, as he watched the succession of expressions on her face. “When you decide what to do, cara, let me know,” he said. “But if you choose coffee and Carl, you should get up soon.”
“What are my other choices?” she asked grumpily.
“You have two choices, mia amore. Your husband or Carl.”
“And if I choose my husband?” she asked.
“Well, then we can stay in bed for a while and see what happens. Like this.” He reached over lazily and slowly drew the sheets from her body. “Nice, cara. So lovely on you,” he commented on the wisp of sheer lace she’d worn to bed. The only lingerie she had was ideal for newlyweds, and very sensual even then.
His eyes slowly moved down her body, taking in the sight. While she tried to sort out her feelings, his hand found the slit in the side of the gown, caressed her thigh, and then swept up and over her behind. Moving closer, he cushioned her head on his arm and slowly kissed her.
Now thoroughly awake with her body at full alert, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wasn’t sure if it was what she should do, though. Part of her was shocked that she would even consider sleeping with this man. Of course, it was difficult to reason with a strong, warm hand taking a tour of her body, having now reached her breast. They were married, after all, she thought, and Trae was gone. It wouldn’t be cheating. Besides, she was stuck with him for two years and he was attractive, to say the least. She might as well get something out of the arrangement.
Damiano decided to help her make up her mind by tracing her ear with his tongue, nibbling her ear lobe and leaving a trail of tiny kisses down her throat. His hand massaged her stomach and abdomen, then pressed in deeply, to massage just below her navel. The explosion of white-hot energy sent her right over the edge.
As her arms reached up to pull him to her, her mouth sought his hungrily, like someone who’d been starved nearly to death invited to a banquet.
“Slowly, cara. We have all morning,” he said, gently taking her in hand, while teasing her even more.
Ciao for now amici miei–
a tardi
