Coming October 4th, Jojo & Lana’s Spicy Halloween Love Story!
Just one week until the release of Bangers Tavern Romance 4: Sweet Slow Sizzle! I’m so excited to launch Jojo and Lana’s sweet, spicy love story. If you’re an author, you know the feeling of watching the characters you’ve carried in your head and heart for the better part of a year make their way out into the world. Yeah, to a non-author that may sound a bit nuts, but that’s how it feels–like I’m standing on the train platform waving a tear-soggy handkerchief as they ride off into their shiny new life. You’re on your own now, my lovies!
You can pre-order your copy of Sweet Slow Sizzle: Bangers Tavern 4, from your favorite ebookseller. https://books2read.com/SweetSlowSizzle
The First Kiss™ is a much-anticipated moment in any romance book. Here’s a snippet of Jojo and Lana’s, which takes place in Lana’s childhood treehouse. Caution: It’s a little spicy!
She stared at their joined hands, astonished at how well they fit despite the vast difference in size. So much tenderness in his touch. So much kindness in his liquid brown eyes. The contrast between the crisp autumn breeze and the warmth rolling off his body was heavenly.
She wanted him. Denying desire this strong was stupid, pointless, impossible.
She licked her lips and cast a nervous glance at the house. “The boys can’t know.”
His grin spread as slow and sweet as spilled honey. “They won’t hear it from me.” His big arm settled around her waist, snugging her to his side.
He sighed her name. “I’ve wanted you for so long, but you never noticed.” He traced her jaw, then lifted her braid and brushed the tip over his cheek. Desire simmered in his dark eyes.
Overwhelmed by his beauty, his raw honesty, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. It felt good to nestle there, safe and supported. “Oh, I noticed, but I couldn’t believe you actually liked me for myself, not, you know, just another convenient female.”
His chuckle rumbled beneath her cheek. “Mama taught me to never call women females. And you’re not just another woman, Lana. You rule that bar floor like a little warrior, swatting away disrespect and spreading sunshine. People come to Bangers just to see you, and I get to see you every day.” He cupped her cheek. “But I never got to touch you.”
She nestled her cheek into his broad palm. “You’re touching me now.”
He closed the distance slowly. His thick, curly lashes lowered. His breath teased her skin. When his soft lips finally pressed to hers, pleasure flowed through her veins, warm and heavy, melting her last shreds of resistance. She relaxed on a sigh, and his tongue swept into her mouth in a dance of velvet heat and unbearable sweetness.
“Lana,” he murmured, pulling back to gaze deep into her lust-blurred eyes. “I knew you’d be delicious.” He nipped at her lower lip, then soothed the swollen flesh with languid licks.
She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her aching breasts to his chest.
The kiss went on and on, a slow, sensuous exploration that made her want to weep and sing and devour this amazing man. Her whole world contracted to their fused mouths, their shared breath—until, with a hungry growl, he pulled her onto his lap. Giddy with pleasure, she caressed his smooth, shaved head. His skin was softer and silkier than she’d expected, unlike the enormous erection prodding her hip—but he paid it no mind, patiently caressing her as if handling something rare and breakable. One broad hand moved to cup her nape. The other massaged the small of her back in slow circles.
She stroked his shoulders, chest, back, mapping the slope and curve and solid muscle of him. His heart hammered beneath her palm. He tasted of mint and fruit. His soft moan stirred a whirlwind in her belly and flooded her sex. Shooting stars zinged behind her eyelids. She kept them tightly closed, afraid to end the dream, this precious gift of living completely in the moment. No thinking, just feeling.
Downstairs, a door slammed. “Cool car.” Leo’s voice rang out. “Lana? You up there?”
Jojo released her, looking as breathless and dazzled as she felt. “What do you want me to do?”
She sighed as her rosy cloud of pleasure dissipated. “Looks like we’ve been caught.” Nothing for it but to face it. Like Mom always said, “Rip off the Band-Aid, darling.”
She pushed up to her knees and leaned over the half-wall. “We’re up here.” She beckoned to Jojo, who shot her a questioning look. She gave him a wry grin. “There’s no escaping now.”
He squeezed her hand, then leaned out and waved.
Leo yelled over his shoulder, “Yo, P. Jojo’s in the treehouse with Lana.”
“No shit.” Beaming, Pedro trotted onto the porch.
She winced. Here it comes.
Grinning like obnoxious idiots, the boys chanted, “Lana and Jojo, sittin’ in a tree. K I S S I N G.”
