This excerpt contains adult material and isn't intended for
readers under 18 years of age those with a weak heart.

“You will not be able to put this naughty tale down!” ~5 hearts Janalee/TRS

“…a very hot short story….I can’t wait to read another book from Celia Stuart.” ~ 4.5 Cupids – CLR

“You rescue damsels in distress and cook dinner, too. Nice.” With a smile, I shoved another forkful of meatloaf in my mouth.

Greg cleaned up nice, too, very nice. Jeans and t-shirts were obviously invented for men like him. Rugged men who didn’t give a damn about how they looked but looked damned fine in anything they put on. He’d shaved the stubble off to reveal a firm, square jaw and washed away the day’s heat and grime to show off a surprisingly intelligent set of eyes.

“Man’s gotta eat.”

There’s a lot to be said for the strong silent type, but I’m not sure what. Maybe I should have asked him to take me to a hotel. I tried again. “So, how’d you end up out here in the desert?”

He paused, a buttered piece of roll halfway to his mouth, and scowled at me. Obviously, something he was good at. ‘I think the better question would be, how did you end up out here in the desert?”

“You always let strangers you find sleeping on your couch make themselves at home and feed them?” I countered, suddenly angry. I could scowl just as good as him.

“What in the hell are you doing driving around by yourself like that? You’re a hell of a long way from Oklahoma, little girl!” He threw his roll down and it landed in a puddle of gravy on his plate.

“You snooped in my car?”

“Damn right I did, Lucy Jean Cavanaugh of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. You always masturbate in stranger’s beds?”

Lips pursed, I threw down my fork, scooted my chair back and crossed my legs, suddenly wishing I’d worn my robe to dinner instead of denim shorts and a t-shirt. “I’d masturbate driving down the highway if it suited me,” I quipped tartly. “What the hell are you so mad about, anyway? Your turn, you grouchy old bear. Why are you out here?”

“I like wide open spaces.”

I snorted and tossed back, “I was on vacation, when I broke down.”

“Never.” He sipped his tea, keeping his eyes on his glass.

“Never? You mean, you’ve never taken in a stranger? Then why did you?”

“I like redheads,” he said. Eyes on his plate, he quietly added, “And you’re a real redhead.”

“You noticed.”

“I notice lots of things.” His voice was low and rough as he finally looked up at me, the anger in his eyes now replaced by something hot that made me clench my thighs together.

“Such as?”

Outside the window, night blanketed the desert, hiding the stark scenery. But in the kitchen the air changed, suddenly electric, and I resisted the urge to reach up and smooth my hair in case it were standing on end.

“Your skin.” His voice was a low, hypnotic rumble that pulled me out of my chair.

“How long’s it been?” I walked around the tiny table, stopping beside his chair, and peeled my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My bare skin goosebumped and my nipples tightened as Greg focused on my breasts.

“So long I don’t even remember–” he whispered, looking up at me, “–what it feels like to have a woman wrapped around me, under me, clawing at me.” He turned to face me and spread his legs, pulling me closer as his fingers working at the button-fly of my shorts.

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Sex and Dancehalls and Vampires oh My

It appears my dancehall has been invaded. Susie B. is pissed and apparently so is Paperback Writer since those are HER vamps Jake took off with.

I’d intended to do some special excerpts of Summer’s Seduction from Sex on Holiday this week but um …. the only version in existence is on the hard drive I can’t get to soooooooooo how about a behind the scenes peek into my first published short erotica story.

I wrote Summer’s Seduction one weekend while my son was having a slumber party–don’t ask I must have been nuts! I sent off the first draft to Raine (My CP aka Dreamweaver) and did a bit of brainstorming. The theme is of course, stories about sex on vacation but I really wanted to do something besides “she went to a resort and got laid”–seemed a bit cliche, so I took a page from my own life though Lucy’s vacation was much more glamorous than mine.

Many moons ago I headed to San Antonio for the GSTRC (George Strait Team Roping Classic). I had planned to stay with my friend Hollie and she had a babysitter lined up for the kids so we could go to the team roping. Nothing and I mean NOTHING will ruin a vacation faster than breaking down on the side of the road. We made it as far as Georgetown when my poor old Escort gave out. Me, and two kids STRANDED at the fucking KFC for like FIVE hours. Hollie still calls me Kentucky Fry to this day because of that.

Well from this came the idea for Summer’s Seduction where Lucy Cavannaugh finds herself stranded on the side of the road in BFE Arizona in the middle of summer. After a long walk she finds a deserted gas station and a house and like Goldilocks, makes herself at home, falling asleep on the couch.

But it’s no bear that finds her, or even a team roping cowboy, it’s Greg Summers a local cop on vacation.

You can check out Summer’s Seduction in Black Lace Books’ Sex on Holiday.