Sneak Peek #3: In Kelly’s Corner

18 Sep

September 2013

 

After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

 

Excerpt #3

I wasn’t sure what to expect as Kelly pulled into the parking lot of the rundown bar. His father’s gambling addiction was well known and a constant source of trouble for their family.

A group of men at the far end of the lot caught my eye. Judging by the tense set of Kelly’s jaw, he had noticed them as well. He killed the engine and unbuckled his seat belt. He leaned toward me, the alluring scent of his cologne filling my nose, and punched the button on the glove compartment.

My eyes widened when he retrieved a handgun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans after checking to see if it was loaded and the safety in place. He flipped the bottom of his blazer over it. The dangerously sexy glint to his eyes sent a swarm of butterflies through my belly. There was something so incredibly enticing about his cool, commanding nature.

“Do you think you’re going to need that?”

“No, but it never hurts to be prepared.” Kelly flicked his fingers. “Let’s go. Remember what I told you.”

I glanced at the rowdy group that awaited us. “You won’t hear a peep out of me.”

Kelly reached out and tugged my ponytail. His teasing smile set me at ease. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

We climbed out of the truck but I hesitated, uncertain if this was the sort of neighborhood where I wanted to leave thousands of dollars of computer equipment unattended even for a few minutes. I grabbed my backpack and put it on while crossing the parking lot.

As we neared the arguing group, I spotted Kelly’s older brothers, Finn and Jack, standing on either side of their father. They were facing off with a group of nine men who looked like big trouble. Mob trouble, if I had to guess.

“Kelly!” The man I assumed to be the leader of the group greeted my crush with a surprising smile. “I heard you were back in town.”

“Besian.” Kelly pushed me behind him and gave my hip a gentle pat. I didn’t dare move from the spot. Jack, Kelly’s oldest brother, glanced my way with some irritation. Feeling uncomfortable, I dropped my gaze to the pavement and tried to make myself as unnoticeable as possible. Intruding on this extremely private family matter was the absolute last way I wanted to spend my Friday night.

When Kelly shifted to the side, I finally got a good look at his dad and Finn. Both had busted up faces and hands. I winced as his father wiped at the blood seeping from his nose. Reaching back, I tugged on the zipper of a pouch on my backpack and retrieved a travel-sized package of tissues. I held it out to him and caught his attention.

His bleary-eyed gaze told me that he was drunk as a skunk again. When he recognized me, his red eyes widened with surprise. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hi, Mr. Connolly.” Not taking offense to the kiddo remark, I pressed the tissues into his hand and gestured to my nose.

“Thanks.” He fumbled with the package while Kelly took another step toward the man called Besian.

“I thought you were a fan of discretion, Besian.” Kelly gestured to their very public surroundings. “What happened to keeping your business low profile?”

“What happened to men honoring their debts?” Besian neatly turned the question around on Kelly. “It’s all about honor and loyalty with me.”

“Sending five knee-breakers to a bar to attack two men is honorable?” Jack snarled angrily. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Kelly now.

“Nick was given ample opportunities to settle his debt. Let’s not forget that your brother threw the first punch.”

I glanced at Finn and then the group of gangsters. Finn might have lost his leg in war but he was still quite a beast when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Five of the other group had battered faces. I counted four black eyes and two cracked noses. Honestly, I couldn’t believe no one had called the cops for a brawl like the one that must have taken place here.

“Look, Kelly,” the man said in his thickly accented English, “I let this account ride for a few months because your father was always a good customer for Afrim. When I took over his action, I kept the rates the same for the old-timers but your dad has abused that privilege with his late and missed payments.”

Kelly glanced at Jack. I couldn’t tell what the two brothers were thinking but they seemed to be able to read each other’s minds. Jack gave the tiniest nod. With tired resignation, Kelly began negotiating. “How do we bring his account current?”

I watched the way Kelly’s older brothers deferred to him in this situation. Clearly Kelly had some sort of relationship with these bad guys. I wondered if Besian was someone he had met during his time as Yuri’s private guard or from his friendship with Vivian Kalasnikov.

Vivian and my friend Hadley ran in some of the same artist circles so I was acquainted with the up-and-coming painter. That husband of hers was rumored to be the Russian mob boss of Houston but I wasn’t sure if there was any truth to that. Considering the tight spot Kelly’s dad was in, having friends in very interesting places might be useful.

“The time for bringing the account current is over,” Besian replied with a slash of his hand. “I want the full balance paid by the end of the month.”

“What’s the damage?”

“Five hundred.”

Both Jack and Finn stiffened with shock while Kelly made a choking sound. “Five hundred large?”

Besian gestured to the wall of muscle behind him. “You think I’d send this crew out for anything less?”

Jack whirled on their old man. “How the hell did you piss away half a million dollars?”

Nick dabbed at his still oozing nose. Rather indignant, he snapped, “It’s not like it happened all in one night. I had a couple of bad runs. Tack on the interest and late fees…” He shrugged. “It adds up quick.”

“Bad runs?” Jack looked like he was about to blow a freaking pupil and have a massive stroke. “Where the hell did you get the cash for the markers?”

Nick avoided his eldest son’s glare. “I sold some things.”

Kelly put a settling hand on his brother’s arm. Their gazes clashed as Jack shook it off but it seemed to have reined him in a bit. Turning back to Besian, Kelly said, “We can’t do that. Not by the end of May. We need more time.”

“The timeline isn’t up for negotiation. I have my own business interests to look after, Kelly. Your father settles his account by the end of May.”

Or what? I didn’t even want to think about what these men would do to Nick or his sons if the half a million wasn’t repaid. “I can cover it.”

The second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Every eye snapped to me. Kelly pivoted slowly and pinned me with a withering stare. I suddenly remembered his instructions. I had promised to keep quiet, hadn’t I?

“Do I know you?” Besian stepped to the side so he could get a better look at me. Snapping his fingers, he smiled. “Yeah. You’re that computer genius that made Yuri even richer, right?”

I bristled at his description. “That’s hardly the way I would frame our working relationship.”

Besian’s shoulders bounced dismissively. “Call it whatever you want. I’m only interested in getting my money.”

“You’re not getting it from her.” Kelly’s irritated glare skipped from me to Besian. “This is our debt to settle. She’s not part of our family.”

Kelly’s remark shouldn’t have hurt me the way it did but I couldn’t ignore the pang that pierced my chest. After losing my family to cancer and war, Kelly and my friends were all the family I had left. Now I understood exactly how he saw me. No wonder he’d found it so easy to ignore me since that stupid kiss.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to turn down that offer,” the gangster counseled wisely. “Where else are you going to come up with a half a million in two weeks?”

“We’ll find a way.”

Besian stared at him Kelly for a few seconds, almost as if he was mulling over something. Finally, he said, “Maybe we can work out a deal that helps all of us.”

I didn’t like the sound of this possibility at all. Any deal that this guy would offer probably had some gnarly fucking strings attached.

“Let’s hear it,” Jack said.

“Paulie broke his leg last night in a rollover. I’m in the market for a new fighter. The tournament is the first weekend in June. Two nights and it’s done.” Besian slid his hands out in front of him. “We wipe the slate clean.”

I blinked and tried to wrap my head around the offer the gangster had just made. Fighter? What kind of fighter?

“No fucking way,” Finn interjected forcefully. “Those fights are brutal. Men die in that cage.”

Suddenly, I understood. This wasn’t sanctioned mixed-martial arts or boxing. They were talking about the underground fights that happened at the old meatpacking plant. I’d learned about them after starting college. A guy I had dated had shown me a video on his phone from one of the invite-only fights he’d attended with some of the guys from his frat. I’d nearly vomited watching half a minute of the bloody brawl.

My panicked gaze jumped to Kelly. Their dad had a reputation as a fighter from his younger days. It was the reason Connolly Fitness had been so successful. The business had taken a downturn while the boys were away at war but Jack was turning things around now.

Jack made a living instructing others in self-defense and Krav Maga. But Jack couldn’t fight anymore. His unit had come under heavy fire in Iraq. An explosion had caused a head injury that forced him out of the corps. As far as I knew, he had been warned to keep any hits to his head to a minimum or he risked serious injury. It was one of the reasons why he didn’t spar with his students.

And Finn? He’d lost his leg when his convoy had been hit by an IED. The men who fought in those bare-knuckle matches needed all their limbs in working order to survive. He simply couldn’t compete against some of the freakishly built men who fought on that circuit.

That left only Kelly—and I would be damned before I let him go into the ring.

“Give us forty-eight hours,” Kelly replied, ignoring his brother’s outburst. “We’ll give you an answer.”

“Twenty-four,” Besian countered before backing away with his men. “You know where to find me.”

The tension eased, and I glanced nervously between the Connolly brothers and their father. Nick swayed on his feet. Whether it was from the hits he’d taken or the alcoholic bender he’d clearly been on, I couldn’t tell. From the looks of his rumpled shirt and stained jeans, he hadn’t showered or changed in days. Was it the stress and guilt of his gambling debts that made him drink?

Jack exhaled roughly. “Let’s go, Dad.”

Kelly reached out and tapped Finn’s shoulder. “You okay to drive, man?”

“I didn’t drink!” Finn snapped at his brother. “I came here to drag Pops out of there.”

Kelly held up his hand. “Cool it, bro. I meant your head. Looks like you took a good smack.”

Finn brushed away Kelly’s hand before his younger brother could check the bruise forming on his jaw. “I’m fine. I’ll see you at the house.” His expression softened as he smiled at me. “It’s good to see you again, Bee.”

“You’re about to see more of her.” Kelly put his hand against my back. “She’s coming home with me tonight.”

Finn’s expression was almost comical. “Uh, Kelly, you think that’s a good idea? I mean, tonight?”

Kelly made an annoyed sound. “Not like that, Finn. She’s in trouble. We’re going to keep an eye on her until I can get her security situation sorted out tomorrow.”

“Oh. Well. Then I guess I’ll see you both back at the house.” Finn didn’t push for any more details before heading to his truck.

Kelly gave me a gentle push forward but refused to meet my questioning gaze. “So…you’re living with Finn and Jack?”

“I’ve been traveling so much it didn’t make sense to keep my place. Jack lets me rent a bedroom from him.”

Before I could ask how the arrangement was working, we reached Kelly’s truck. I quickly climbed into my seat and waited for him. As he crossed in front of the vehicle, I caught the clenched set of his jaw and realized he was upset. With me? With his dad? I figured he would tell me soon enough.

Buckled into his seat, Kelly jammed the key in the ignition and started the engine. He didn’t make any attempt to back out of the parking space. Instead, he exhaled loudly. “What did I tell you, Bee?”

I swallowed nervously. “Look, what was I supposed to do, Kelly?”

He darted an irritated glance her way. “You were supposed to be quiet.” Gripping the wheel, he asked, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

“I offered to help a friend in trouble.”

“No,” he countered roughly. “You just announced to the Albanian mafia that you can get your hands on half a million dollars without breaking a sweat. The next time one of those assholes is short on his pickups or makes a bum side deal, your face is going to be the first one that pops into his head. They’re going to be thinking that some young, sweet thing like you will be easy to blackmail or strong arm or kidnap for ransom.” With a ragged sigh, he added, “Jesus, Bee! How the hell am I supposed to keep you safe from a stalker if you’re walking around advertising your net worth to lowlifes? For someone so damn smart, you just made a really dumb move. ”

His outburst shocked me. In all the time I’d known Kelly, he’d never once raised his voice with me. Within the cab of his truck, his normally deep voice seemed so much louder. Feeling stupid and embarrassed, I hastily averted my gaze to the window and blinked rapidly to clear the tears burning my eyes.

I heard the snap of Kelly’s seatbelt unlatching. A second later, his big hands were grasping my shoulders and gently turning me toward him. With the weight of my naïve misstep heavy on my shoulders, I hurriedly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“No.” Kelly touched my lips with his fingertip. “God, Bee, don’t apologize to me. Not after I just acted like the biggest jackass to you.” The moonlight and the parking lot lamps highlighted the pain and regret etched into his handsome face. He cupped my cheek and brushed the tears from my skin with the rough pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry, Bee. I’m so damn sorry.”

When he touched his forehead to mine, the spark of contact arced through me like lightning. “I’m upset and angry and stressed—but that doesn’t excuse the way I spoke to you.”

With trembling fingers, I stroked his cheek, the slight stubble there rasping my fingertips. “It’s all right.”

“It’s not all right. You don’t have any idea how the underworld works. You were just being kind.”

Relishing this moment of intimacy, I trailed my fingertips down his cheek to follow the curve of his jaw. “Please take the money, Kelly. Those men looked so dangerous. I don’t want you or your brothers or your dad to get hurt.”

Kelly clasped my hand. My heart flip-flopped in my chest when he pressed his mouth to my palm. Tugging away from me, he ended our sweet moment. “No. This is our mess. We’ll clean it up.”

“But—”

“Bee,” he eyed me carefully, “if you give us half a million dollars, Besian and his crew will do one of two things. They’ll either tack on more interest and fees to squeeze more money out of you or they’ll give Pop a bigger line of credit. The next time it will be two or three million that he owes—and then what? I’m supposed to come to you with my hat in my hand and beg for charity?”

“It wouldn’t be charity, Kelly. You’re my friend.”

“Friends don’t abuse one another in that way.” He shook his head and put his truck in reverse. “Jack, Finn and I will figure out something else.”

I studied him as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. “You’re not seriously considering fighting for that Besian guy.” He didn’t answer me immediately so I pushed harder. “Kelly?”

“I’ve fought in the cage before,” he admitted finally. “When I first left the corps and I was pissed off all the time,” he amended. “It felt good to beat the shit out of some other guy and I made a good chunk of money doing it.”

I gaped at him as his revelation hit me. If I was being totally honest, it didn’t really surprise me. When Kelly came home alive and Jeb came back in a box, he was so incredibly angry. I could totally see him seeking out a venue like that to blow off steam.

“That was then, Kelly. This is now. You’re an employee of a very well-respected private security firm. What the hell is your boss going to say when you come into work all busted-up?”

He didn’t have an answer for that. “You don’t know what men like Besian are capable of, Bee. Taking a few hits in the ring to clear our family’s debt is nothing compared to what those men will do.”

“And what happens if you get hurt in the ring, Kelly? I’ve seen those fights. I know what happens there. What if you become badly injured?”

He glanced at me as we passed through an intersection. “When did you see one of the cage matches?”

“Do you remember Cade?”

The irritated expression on his face told me he did. “The frat guy you dated your freshman year?”

“Yes. He showed me a video on his phone.” My gut lurched as I considered all the horrible ways this could end. “Kelly, please don’t do this. Just let me help you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it isn’t right.”

“Oh my God! Who cares about what is right or wrong, Kelly? The Albanian mob owns your dad. They’re trying to extort you into risking your life.” I glared at him. “Is this because I’m a girl and you’re a guy? Would you take the money if I was a man?”

“What? Your gender has nothing to do with this.”

“So it’s not about some dumb male pride thing?”

He rolled his shoulders. “Pride isn’t dumb, Bee. Honor. Loyalty. Pride. They’ll take a man far in this world.”

“No, they’re going to take you to an early grave. I’ve already lost Jeb. I’m not going to lose you too!”

He reached across the center console and took my hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere, Bee.”

Staring out our entwined hands, I expected him to let go but he held tight as he deftly navigated the dark streets. I wasn’t brave enough to believe we were charting a new course in our friendship but I couldn’t stop the glimmer of hope burning within me.

We were on the cusp of something exciting and real—and I’d be damned if a loan shark mobster was going to threaten that. I’d move heaven and earth before I let Kelly step into that ring.

I just prayed he would forgive me…

Sneak Peek #2: In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys, Book 1)

13 Sep

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After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

 

Excerpt #2

The thumping, stretched beats of the trap track ricocheted off the walls of the night club and slammed into Kelly’s brain in a way that made his ears ache. Rolling his aching neck, he moved around the packed dance floor of Faze and scanned the crowd for any signs of impending trouble. So far, the night had been quiet but he never counted on it staying that way for long.

He hadn’t pulled any bouncer shifts at the club since Yuri, the billionaire who owned the place, had finished the expansion of the space. It had taken him almost an hour to get his bearings. He couldn’t believe how many damn people were packed into the joint.

Apparently being the hottest nightspot in Houston wasn’t enough. The Russian tycoon seemed determined to put Faze on the map as one of the clubs worldwide. Considering he’d already done it with his club in Paris and the one in Moscow, Kelly figured Yuri would push Faze onto that extremely elite list by the end of the year.

A couple of fanboys hanging around the DJ booth caught his eye. Cobalt’s latest album was burning up the charts. Because there weren’t many female DJs operating at her level of notoriety, she garnered a lot of attention. Tonight, her devoted followers had come out in droves to hear her drop new tracks and mixes.

As Kelly angled in that direction, he studied the two guys pressed up against the booth. They weren’t very old. Nineteen or twenty, close to Coby’s age. In his many years a Marine and then working in private security, he had developed a good sense for reading people. These two were music lovers and maybe even wannabe artists but they meant Coby no harm. Even so, Araceli, the general manager at the club, had a standing order that no one got close to the entertainers.

It took a flick of his fingers to send the two men back from the booth. He did it with a smile so as not to provoke an incident. The two guys nodded understandingly and did as directed without causing a scene. He was glad to see the pair weren’t going to behave like dicks about it.

Behind her laptops and audio gear, Coby shifted her headphones and tapped her chest. Kelly understood the signal and reached into the pocket of the black blazer he was required to wear on duty to retrieve a couple of VIP after-party cards. He handed them to the guys and bent down to address them. “Stick around after we close. Coby will visit with you for a while.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Cool! Thanks.”

Kelly nodded and continued his round. A familiar face coming through the front entrance caused his heart to stutter wildly in his chest. His reaction to spotting her irritated him. Of all the women in the world to have that effect on him it had to be Beatrice Langston—the one woman he simply couldn’t have.

There were few rules that Kelly followed without question but dating the baby sister of the best friend who died in your arms? That was one line he couldn’t cross—even if it ripped his damn heart out of his chest to see Bee with anyone else.

But she was alone tonight and looked tense and almost fearful. If she hadn’t been on Yuri’s list of VIPs, Big V, the club’s head bouncer and security head, never would have allowed her past the velvet rope in that casual getup. Among the sea of scantily clad women in curve-hugging dresses and criminally short miniskirts, Bee looked out of place in her vintage Rice University t-shirt and skinny jeans. Why the hell was she still wearing her backpack?

The sight of her so under-dressed and with that strange expression on her face tipped Kelly’s internal alarm. Something wasn’t right. Sticking to the shadowy edge of the club, he matched her weaving movements through the dancing throng. He caught up with her a few steps from the DJ booth and tapped her shoulder.

Startled by his touch, Bee pivoted toward him with her balled fist raised and ready to strike. His battle-hardened instincts were instantly activated. He closed his fingers around her smaller hand, slowing the momentum of her swing with his much stronger arm. “Bee!”

The sound of his voice and his friendly face must have finally registered. The panic in her dark eyes instantly fled. Her shoulders slumped with relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Concerned, he stepped closer to her. The urge to brush her wispy bangs behind her ears and cup her sweet face overwhelmed him but he shoved it aside. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

She gulped and glanced around nervously. “I just didn’t want to be alone tonight. I thought I’d come hang out with Coby.” She offered him a stiff smile. “I need to troubleshoot that new software I built for her anyway.”

Kelly wasn’t fooled by her casual act. Where was the easy, flirtatious grin she always shot his way? Bee never missed a chance to push the boundaries of their relationship. What had her so scared tonight?

He slid his fingers under her chin and tipped her head. Unable to avoid his gaze, she swallowed hard again. He lowered his face so he didn’t have to shout to be heard over the music. “The truth, Bee. What’s wrong?”

She gripped his wrist. “Someone was in my apartment.”

The words punched him right in the gut. “What! When? Tonight?”

She nodded. “I came home from working late at the coffee shop and there was a package in my living room.”

Kelly’s stomach dropped like a runaway elevator. Instantly on alert, he slipped his arm around her shoulders and dragged her closer. His practiced gaze scanned the club for anyone that looked out of place. Dipping his head, he asked, “Did you call the police?”

“No.”

Incredulous, he gawked at her. “Why the hell not, Bee?”

Her lips tightened. “What are they going to do? Dust for prints? Tell me to get a restraining order against an anonymous stalker?”

His eyes narrowed. Frustration flared within his chest. “What stalker?”

She licked her lips and glanced away from him. No doubt she understood how upset he was at being in the dark about all of this craziness. “Someone has been following me and leaving sick photos for me to find.”

He swore softly and tried not to grit his teeth. “And you didn’t think I should know about all this?”

The light overhead shifted to a pop of yellow that illuminated her beautiful face. Her eyes flashed with anger. “Why do you think I’ve been calling and texting you?”

The realization that the calls he had been dodging put her in this incredibly unsafe situation made him feel like shit. “I’m sorry, Bee. I meant to call you back once the detail was over but—”

“You didn’t.”

His jaw clenched. “I didn’t.”

Before he could make a better apology, the bud tucked into his ear clicked. “Kelly? We need you up in the VIP section.”

His lips settled into a frustrated line as Ryan’s voice dinged his ear. He lifted his arm and spoke into the mic attached at his cuff. “Copy. On my way.”

Grasping Bee’s smaller hand, he tugged her over to the DJ booth where Coby watched them curiously. He clasped her trim waist and lifted her petite weight without much effort at all. Her hands flew to his shoulders as he placed her on the other side of the short wall that acted as a barrier between the entertainment and the dancers. Her eyes were still wide at his manhandling when he pointed a finger at her. “Don’t even think about leaving without me. You stay with Coby until we close. I’ll come get you. Understood?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Satisfied that she would be safe, Kelly headed for the VIP section and tried to ignore how damn good it felt to hold Bee. He refused to acknowledge the way his heartbeat had sped up when their bodies had brushed together, her breasts so soft against his hard chest. He really didn’t want to think about how badly he’d wanted to nuzzle her neck and inhale the sweet, bright apple scent that she favored. Remembering the short but sizzling kiss they had shared at New Year’s sent heat rolling through his belly.

Stop it.

Jeb had entrusted him with Bee’s care. If his friend were alive today, he would have kicked Kelly’s ass up and down the street for the dirty thoughts racing through his head right now.

Up in the VIP section, he spotted Ryan watching a loud group of guys. He immediately recognized the men as professional baseball players. One of them had a nasty reputation for picking up—and roughing up—college girls exactly like the perky blonde one perched on his lap. How he’d gotten by Big V at the door perplexed Kelly. The giant bouncer and ex-Army sergeant never let assholes like that into the club.

Phoebe, the harried host of their table, smacked away the grabby hand of one of the ball players. Kelly’s jaw tightened at the sight of a Faze employee having to defend herself against some prick who thought his high credit card limit and mediocre batting average gave him the right to abuse her.

Movement in the far corner of the VIP section caught Kelly’s eye. Yuri stepped into view. He flashed an irritated glance at the offending party and gave a little jerk of his head. His message sent, Yuri slipped back into the ultra-private zone partitioned with gauzy curtains.

Kelly and Ryan didn’t rely on their wrist mics and headsets to communicate. Like most of the private security agents on LSG payroll, they were both former military. Where Kelly had been a Marine, Ryan had been a corpsman in the Navy. He’d served alongside numerous Marine units during his many deployments so they were on the same page when it came to situations like this.

There were two ways this would play out—an easy ejection of the group from the club or an altercation. After the relative quiet of the night, Kelly had a sneaking suspicion punches were about to be thrown. Working for Yuri as a bodyguard, he’d learned that the billionaire had a fondness for getting things done quietly and with finesse. This was one time when he might have to step on Ryan’s toes a bit to keep the situation calm.

“Look, guys, you were told to keep it down but it seems like your party is unable to comply. Management has asked that you settle your bill and head on out for the night.” Ryan diplomatically offered the group a chance to save face and leave without a scene. “You crossed a line touching one of our employees.”

“Come on, man! It was a love-tap. You can’t expect us not to reach out and touch the merchandise when it’s on display like that.” The spokesman for the group had consumed enough alcohol to activate the stupid section of his brain. “Look, we’ll leave her a nice tip, and it’ll be fine.”

“Oh, you’re going to leave her a very nice tip—but you’re all out of here. Now.” Ryan leveled one of those icy glares. “Quietly.”

The man closest to Ryan shot to his feet and purposely knocked into the bouncer. Kelly groaned inwardly and took a quick step forward to make his presence known. Like Ryan, he was taller and stockier than the athletes attempting to make a ruckus. “Is there a problem?”

“No.” The smartest one in the group gently insinuated himself between his friend and Ryan. “We’ll pay our tab and go. Can, uh, can you get our driver?”

Phoebe appeared from the sidelines of the almost dust-up with the small black folder holding the check. “He’s already waiting out back.”

While Ryan and the hothead remained in a staring match, Kelly carefully watched for any signs that things were about to kickoff. The guy paying the tab made an outraged sign when he saw the bill but one look from Kelly prevented a protest. With a swipe of his pen, he settled the tab and handed back the check.

Kelly put a gentle hand on the shoulder of the young woman to prevent her from following the ball player with the bad reputation. He wouldn’t let Bee leave with a man like that and he sure as hell wasn’t letting this woman either. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”

She shot him a strange look. “But I—”

Kelly shook his head. “Believe me. You don’t want what he’s offering.”

A rough hand shoved at his chest. “Mind your own fucking business.”

Kelly carefully pushed the player’s hand off his chest. “Don’t touch me again.”

“Or what?” He sneered and wavered on unsteady feet.

Kelly took one step forward and invaded the man’s personal space. “Or this Marine is going to unleash the fucking beast that kept him alive through four tours in hell. One of us will be leaving in an ambulance. Understand?”

The drunk blanched and nodded shakily. He backed away slowly and didn’t even try to make eye contact with the girl as his group beat a hasty retreat. Ryan shadowed them out the back exit while Phoebe started clearing away the table. The coed looked around, almost as if scoping out the joint for a better offer, before settling on him.

Flipping her hair, she licked her lips and smiled coyly. “So, soldier, you want to dance?”

His eye twitched at the soldier remark. She obviously didn’t realize there was a world of difference between a soldier and a Marine. This didn’t seem like the time to enlighten her. “No, thanks. I’m on shift.”

She trailed one manicured finger down his chest and stopped right above his belt buckle. “Maybe later?”

Her touch didn’t have the effect she intended. Instead of feeling good, it made his skin crawl. This woman was a knockout with that bombshell figure. There was a time when he would have craved the touch of a woman exactly like this. Now he found himself pulling away from her and trying to ease his rejection with a kind smile. “I’m flattered but I’m taken.”

Taken? Where the hell had that come from?

Undaunted, she shrugged. “I’m sure I’ll see you around later.”

“My answer won’t change. You’d better find someone else to take you home. Be more careful this time.”

While Ryan dealt with the aftermath of tossing the group, Kelly kept his eye on the VIP lounge. He moved closer to the balcony overlooking the dance floor below and allowed his gaze to drift to Bee. Standing next to Coby, she now wore a borrowed set of lime green headphones but kept the ear closest to her friend uncovered so they could talk as she tapped away at the laptop opened in front of her. The screen lit up her face with an ethereal bluish glow. Even in that safe spot, she seemed tense and nervous.

Yuri sidled up next to him at the balcony. “Does she ever stop working?”

Kelly snorted. “That question from you, huh?”

Yuri laughed. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like Lena.”

“I didn’t see her tonight. Is she away on business?”

“No, she’s having a night with her friends.”

“You’ll tell her I said hi?” Of all the security clients he’d ever guarded, Kelly had enjoyed Lena’s detail the most.

“Absolutely,” Yuri answered with a smile. Then, gesturing toward Bee with a bob of his head, he said, “Backing her might be the best business decision I made this decade. The advertising on LookIt has been phenomenal and that cloud program for music that she’s about to beta test will be huge. Have you seen this new program she’s built for Coby so she can interact with her fans? Musicians will be all over it.”

Kelly shook his head. “Tech isn’t my thing.”

Yuri studied him for an unnervingly long moment. “You should start brushing up on it. LookIt grabbed its twenty millionth user this earlier this month. Bee and I have discussed the outlook of the company and she’s considering dropping out of Rice altogether to move forward with the expansion. Whatever she decides, she’s going to need a strong supporter in her corner. Especially now that there’s an offer on the table for LookIt,” he added almost as afterthought.

Kelly’s stomach clenched upon realizing he was that out of touch with Bee. “What offer?”

Yuri seemed surprised. “She didn’t tell you?”

Guilt squeezed his chest like a vise. “I’ve been out of the country for the last few weeks. Dimitri convinced me to take a detail for a sheikh and his family. I’ve been bouncing between Houston and Dubai.”

“Well, I’ll let her give you the details. Personally, I think it’s a smart move to slide LookIt under the umbrella of a multinational internet-related corporation. Whether she agrees to sell her baby is another matter entirely. But,” Yuri tapped Kelly’s arm to draw his attention, “you need to convince her that it’s time to hire round-the-clock protection. She might have been able to exist in that safe little bubble on campus but once the news leaks about this deal or even how much advertising cash LookIt is drawing?” Yuri shook his head. “She’s going to be an easy target.”

Kelly’s protective instinct ignited. “No one is going to hurt Bee.”

“I said the same thing about Lena once. We both know how that ended.”

The sadness and guilt lacing Yuri’s voice reminded Kelly of the day a fellow bodyguard had tried to kill Yuri and Lena. His inability to see Jake as the threat still haunted him. “We both learned something from that experience.”

“Yes, we did.” Yuri clapped him on the back. “I need to go network and mingle but I wanted to chat with you first. I hardly see you anymore.” With a lopsided smile, the billionaire added, “I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.”

Kelly snorted with amusement as Yuri left to work his way through the VIP section. That giant man-beast Vasya trailed his boss. The Hulk-sized Russian spoke perfect English but he rarely uttered more than two words together in any language. Still, Kelly had enjoyed working with him. The guy took pride in a job well done and that was something he really respected.

When Ryan returned to his usual post, Kelly moved back down to the main dance floor. Though he maintained focus on his job, he allowed his gaze to wander to Bee every now and then. As instructed, she remained with Coby, safe behind the barrier.

While he worked, Kelly couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed Jeb would be in him. He stretched his tight neck again and tried not to remember why he had put so much distance between himself and Bee. That kiss!

There weren’t many people who could throw him off-kilter but Bee was one of them. His mouth went dry as the memory of her soft lips pressed to his made his entire body buzz. His gut clenched as the image of her hurt face flashed before his eyes. Shutting her down and denying them both the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done—but it was for the best.

Wasn’t it?

 

(Catch Sneak Peek #3 on Wednesday, September 18!)

Sneak Peek #1: In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys, Book 1)

11 Sep

After a stalker breaks into her home, internet entrepreneur Bee Langston decides Kelly Connolly is the only man who can help her—but seeking help from the former Marine isn’t easy, especially after she made a spectacular fool of herself trying to kiss the sinfully sexy bodyguard.

When Kelly spots Bee weaving her way through the Houston nightspot where he’s working security, all those feelings he’s desperately tried to deny for his best friend’s sister come flooding to the surface. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means getting up close and personal with the one woman he simply can’t have.

Soon, Bee’s stalker isn’t his only problem. His gambling addict father is tangled in a mess of debts to two of Houston’s toughest loan sharks. With the family gym on the line, there’s only one way for Kelly to make everything right. He agrees to fight for the Albanian mob in an underground bare-knuckle fighting tournament.

But winning the tournament and saving his family’s legacy comes at a high price—one that just might cost Bee her life.

Excerpt 1

“We’re about to close up, Bee.”

Startled by the coffee shop owner’s voice, I tugged on the cord connected to my ear buds and glanced around the empty café. The lights were already dimmed and he’d flipped up the chairs on the tables surrounding me. I offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Ron! I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Oh, it’s fine. You’re one my favorite and best customers.” Ron drummed his fingers on the wooden chair across from me. He seemed hesitant to speak but finally worked up the nerve to say it. “Is everything okay? I noticed you’ve been spending more time here over the last couple of weeks. We just had that housewarming party for your new place so..?”

I brushed off his concern with a shrug. “I do some of my best work here. My brain seems to function better when I’m inhaling coffee fumes.”

He laughed. “Maybe I should use that as part of my new marketing efforts to draw in the high tech crowd.”

“Make sure you emphasize the wicked fast Wi-Fi and these super comfy chairs,” I added while tucking my laptop and gear into my backpack.

“So what are you working on tonight?”

“I’m troubleshooting some bugs in a program I built for a DJ friend of mine. She likes to interact with her fans and the audience while she’s spinning but it’s hard to juggle social media while she works.”

“I bet. That’s a very hands-on job.”

“Exactly. So I created a program that allows her to filter messages via hashtags and clip out the pertinent bits to build playlists.” I drained the last of my lukewarm coffee. “She’s trying it out at Faze tonight but it’s not working seamlessly.”

“You’ll get it figured it out,” he said with a dismissive wave.

“I hope so.”

“Bee, you built HomeFront at the kitchen table of your granddad’s house while you were still in high school. You created LookIt while you were a freshman at Rice. I’m pretty sure you can figure out some bugs in this new software.”

I shot him an appreciative smile. “I might have to snap your pic and hang it in my workspace as a motivational tool.”

He chuckled and combed his fingers through his blond hair. “Whatever it takes, right?”

“Something like that,” I murmured and slipped my arms through my backpack straps. When I reached for my chair, our hands bumped together. Ron quickly tugged his hand back. I’d noticed that he seemed to have an aversion to personal touch so I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Everyone had their quirks and this one seemed to be his.

“Are you on your bike tonight?”

I nodded and dug the key to my bike chain from the pocket of my jeans. “It’s not a long ride now that I’ve moved into the new place.”

He glanced toward the floor to ceiling windows lining the front of his downtown shop. “It’s awfully late, Bee. You sure you don’t want me to drive you? I’m happy to let you park your bike inside for the night.”

“It’s a tempting offer but I’ll pass. I need to burn off some energy anyway.”

Ron seemed reluctant to let me go. “Well…if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” I unclipped my bike helmet from my backpack strap and plopped it down onto my head. “I’ll see you around, Ron.”

“See you later, Busy Bee.”

I smiled at his playful nickname and left the café. Outside in the humid night, I grimaced at the suffocating heat. Mid-May in Houston and the temperatures were already flirting with three digits. I shuddered to think what July would bring.

As I unlocked my bike and wound the chain around the handlebars, I wondered if it wasn’t time to crack open that vacation folder tucked away in my desk. It wasn’t just the heat I wanted to escape. The stress of my skyrocketing profile as a tech entrepreneur was finally starting to get to me.

A little nervously, I glanced around the dark but still busy street. One of the theaters up the block was just letting out and the bars and restaurants lining either side of the avenue had steady streams of patrons moving through their doors. I don’t know what I expected to see among the crowd. A boogeyman in black? A masked figure?

Shaking my head at my silliness, I inhaled a cleansing breath and hopped onto my bike. There’s no one there. You’re just paranoid.

I eased off the sidewalk and into the bike lane. Keeping an eye on the late-night traffic, I tried to focus on the cars and buses whizzing along beside me. My thoughts continually strayed to the weird vibe that had been following me around for the last few weeks.

At first, I had convinced myself it was merely the stress of preparing for finals, moving into my first real place, entertaining an offer for LookIt, my micro-blogging platform, and schmoozing advertisers. I had even reluctantly conceded that years of pulling all-nighters to study or write code hadn’t been kind to my body. All that caffeine and junk food? Not exactly good brain fuel.

Throw in all the normal coed partying and the occasional weekend hackathon and I probably hadn’t had a full eight hour stretch of sleep since high school. When I considered the fact that I had lost my mother and brother within the last four years? Well—it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that I was simply starting to mentally deteriorate from wear and tear and stress.

But, while I could brush off the strange sensation of being watched, there was no way I could ignore the bizarre phone calls and texts that couldn’t be traced beyond the burner phones that had been used to send them. With my contacts, there was very little information I couldn’t get my hands on, but the phones were dead ends. They had all been purchased with cash and had been used at various places around the city so I couldn’t even create a geographical profile of the weirdo bothering me.

Three days ago, I had started to receive disgusting photographs. They popped up in random places—tucked under the windshield wiper of my car, stuffed in my backpack—and made my skin crawl.

There was only on conclusion that made sense.

I had a stalker.

The very thought of some creep following me around and sending me snapshots of his dick made me want to puke. Ever since I had made a splash on the tech scene in high school with HomeFront—a real-time chat service for military families—I had experienced more than my fair share of weirdos. Most of them were harmless folks who lacked social skills and simply wanted to reach out to someone who interested or inspired them.

But this? No, this crap was a different league altogether. It felt intensely personal and it scared me.

More than once, I had considered calling Kelly. There wasn’t a man on earth I trusted more than my brother’s best friend. He had been a permanent fixture in my life for as long as I could remember. If anyone could protect me from this unknown menace, it was Kelly Connolly.

But the former Marine worked in private security for the Lone Star Group and had been bouncing in and out of the country since March while on a detail with a sheikh from Dubai. I had tried calling him a couple of times but his phone went straight to voicemail. He hadn’t returned my texts either.

A twinge of hurt twisted in my chest at the way he had basically ignored me. There was no one to blame for that but me. A poorly timed attempt to kiss him on New Year’s Eve had resulted in a quick rejection and such incredible embarrassment. Not surprisingly, Kelly shutting me down like that had strained our once easy relationship.

Whenever he was in Houston, Kelly made sure to stop by and see me but our visits were growing shorter. He seemed unable to spend even half an hour in my presence.

And it hurt. Bad.

Even now, as I angled my handlebars to glide up onto the sidewalk, I couldn’t ignore the gut-churning pain of unrequited love. Falling head over heels for your brother’s ridiculously sexy friend? Definitely not my smartest move.

But it wasn’t as if I had ever stood a chance. Kelly was…well…he was perfect, wasn’t he? The bright green of his eyes had been my favorite color since I was old enough to have a driver’s license. His boyish grin did crazy things to my belly and that booming, raucous laugh of his made my heart race. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about having his big, strong arms wrapped around me—or tumbling in bed with him.

Foolishly, I had let myself believe that I could be something more to him than just Jeb’s kid sister. Clearly I had been wrong. Now, I was paying for that mistake. When I needed Kelly most, he wasn’t there for me.

As I slowed to a coast near the building I had recently purchased, I experienced the strongest pang of loneliness at the idea of spending another night alone in my empty apartment. After living in a noisy dorm for two years and sharing a house with Coby and Hadley for another two years, adjusting to a newer, quieter space was proving incredibly difficult for me. I was having serious second thoughts about striking out on my own. I found myself wanting to crawl right back into the third bedroom at Coby and Hadley’s place.

Hopping off my bike, I walked it the last few feet to the private entrance of my building. I had snapped it up in early February after the developer that had previously owned it was forced into bankruptcy after pleading guilty to a list of shady crimes. So far, only the top two floors were inhabitable. One I used as a living space and the other as a workspace. I hoped to have the rest of it renovated and operational as the headquarters for my company by the end of the summer. The floor I currently rented at Yuri Novakovsky’s downtown skyscraper was nice enough but we needed more space if we were going to continue growing.

After unlocking and locking the side entrance, I swiped my keycard near the RFID reader to access the elevator. I rolled my bike inside and punched the button for my floor. Leaning my head back against the cool metal, I tapped my finger against my bike seat while the elevator slowly climbed. The elevator bounced slightly as it reached its destination and dinged pleasantly.

I pushed my bike across the small private entryway to my front door. While I dug for my keys in the front pocket of my backpack, I noticed a strange brown residue on the door frame. Was it dirt? I couldn’t tell and wasn’t about to get close enough to sniff.

Holding the door open with my foot, I rolled my bike across the threshold and leaned it against the wall of my sparsely decorated space. I smacked on the light and took exactly three steps into the living room before freezing mid-stride.

There, sitting on my coffee table, was a hot pink gift box adorned with a bright white bow.

Adrenaline poured into my bloodstream as I realized someone had been in my home while I was gone. I was the only person who had a key to the front door or the access card for the elevator.

Panicked, I glanced around the opening living space. Was my stalker still here?

Terrified, I frantically backed up to the door and escaped my apartment. I didn’t bother waiting for the elevator. I rushed to the emergency stairwell and swiped my keycard through the reader there to unlock the door. Taking the steps two and three at a time, I raced down the seven floors. It was a freaking miracle I didn’t break my neck.

Bursting out the side entrance, I didn’t even wait for the door to close behind me before sprinting to the sidewalk. My backpack bounced against my back as I desperately searched for people. A fast food joint on the next corner over beckoned me with its promise of safety.

Huffing and panting, I reached the brightly illuminated spot out front and sagged against the brick wall with utter relief. With shaking hands, I retrieved my cell phone from my backpack and started to dial 9-1-1. My finger hovered over the touchscreen but I couldn’t commit to calling the police.

During my freshman year, a girl in our dorm had been stalked by an ex-boyfriend who had followed her halfway across Texas just to harass her in Houston. The police had done absolutely nothing to help her, not until the creep had gotten close enough to abduct her from a grocery store parking lot. All the restraining orders in the world hadn’t been enough to save her from seven horrifying hours of being held hostage at a rundown motel with that sicko.

Even though it made me feel awful, I had to consider the purchase offer for LookIt slowly working its way through the lawyers and accountants. There were so many people counting on that deal happening, especially the investors who had supported me from the beginning. Bad press like this? It could tank a shaky deal.

There was only one thing to do. I had to find Kelly.

(Sneak Peek #2 will be up Friday, September 13!)

New Covers for the Fighting Connollys Series!

9 Sep

So I decided to spring for some hot new covers for the upcoming Fighting Connollys series. The totally fantastic Melody Simmons designed this series. I just about died when the mockups landed in my inbox. They are perfect! What do you think?!

Oh–and the first sneak peek at In Kelly’s Corner will be out on Wednesday!

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Free Read: Lean On Me (Dimitri, Her Russian Protector 2.2)

30 Aug

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Lean On Me

I rolled onto my side and stared at the open bedroom door. Instead of the usual pale blue glow of the LED nightlights in the hallway and along the stairs, I spotted a brighter pop of light reflected on the walls. Straining to hear, I picked up the sound of Dimitri’s voice coming from downstairs. I glanced at the clock, saw the late hour and inwardly groaned.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed into a sitting position and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I had finally made it out of my first trimester of pregnancy, and while the nausea seemed to be abating, I still experienced waves of dizziness when I moved too quickly from a seated or sleeping position.

When I was sure I wouldn’t go wobbly in the knees, I searched the floor for the nightgown Dimitri had hastily whipped free from my body only a few hours earlier. Though he was quite fond of watching me prance around the house stark naked, I didn’t think this was a conversation I wanted to have in the nude.

I left the bedroom and went in search of my soon-to-be husband. Down in the living room, I glanced at the boxes of wedding favors Vivian had helped me put together. We had less than a week until our big day but I wasn’t too stressed about it. With Erin running the show and Lena and Vivian on backup, they had the situation fully under control.

I’d never been more grateful to have such good friends in my corner. After that awful attack on Lena and Yuri by one of their bodyguards and a crazed employee, Dimitri had been so badly shaken. He had trusted Jake and hand-picked him to guard his best friend. Since that horrible day, Dimitri had been on edge and so guilt-ridden.

As if Jake’s personal betrayal wasn’t bad enough, the professional betrayal against Dimitri couldn’t have come at a worse time. The private security company he was about to launch with Yuri’s help had taken a major hit and developed quite a black eye. There had been a couple of days following the attack on Lena and Yuri when Dimitri had seriously considered throwing in the towel and sticking to providing security for night clubs, concerts and other Houston hotspots.

I’d managed to keep him from completely melting down—but it hadn’t been easy. Lena had put together one hell of a plan to get the company back on track, but it required a total rebranding and a number of new measures to reassure potential clients that something like this would never happen again. Dimitri had been working non-stop, and I was really starting to worry about him.

Always on alert, Dimitri stepped into the arched doorway between the living room and kitchen before I even came into view. Gesturing to the Bluetooth headset clipped to his ear, he shot me an apologetic look and held out his hand. I happily clasped his big paw and let him tug me into his embrace. His hot, hard chest felt so good. Sometimes I couldn’t believe this ridiculously sexy beast of a man was all mine.

“No, no, Lev, I agree. I think we should approach Ivan. His gym is—”

Dimitri stopped abruptly and listened to what Lev had to say. The former Israeli commando and counter-terrorism expert was an old colleague of Dimitri’s from his many years in the spec-ops community. He had recently agreed to come onboard as the head of training and selection for the personal protection side of Dimitri’s security business.

I didn’t dare ask how much Lev had demanded as a salary. I had a feeling it was an amount that would make me faint.

But he was worth it. Lev added the kind of experience that extremely wealthy and government clients wanted. Like Dimitri, his network of contacts spanned multiple contents. Together, they had persuaded a number of elite operators to move into private sector work.

Once the newly renamed Lone Star Group launched, it was going to be a success. I absolutely believed that. But getting Dimitri to believe it? That was the real problem.

“Yes, I know Jack Connolly’s gym. It’s a sticky situation for me. Ivan is a friend and I prefer to do business with people I know.” Dimitri paused. His lips twitched in that way I’d come to recognize as a sign of aggravation. “No, I understand your point. It’s…cleaner.”

I had a feeling Lev had just brought up Ivan’s dark past. Though Ivan had totally reformed himself, he couldn’t shake the stain of his entanglement with the Russian mob.

“Sure. We can talk in the morning. When does your flight arrive? All right. I’ll pick you up and we’ll do breakfast. Great. Yeah.”

Dimitri ended the call and tossed his phone and headset onto the counter. His brawny arms tightened around me as he leaned down and nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine.” Loving the gentle way he showed me such affection, I rubbed his chest. “Is there a problem?”

“No.” He pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head. “Lev is waiting for his flight back to Houston. He wanted to discuss putting together a training program for the guards. He’s extremely focused on physical and mental fitness.”

“Considering the types of environments these men will have to work in, it’s understandable.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “The problem is that he knows Jack Connolly—Kelly’s older brother—and he wants to sign a contract for our guys to use their gym. Jack is a Krav Maga instructor and he has a couple of hand-to-hand combat instructors already on his payroll. It’s an ideal place—”

“But you’re worried it’s going to hurt Ivan’s feelings if you kick a big contract to someone else?”

“Yes.” He exhaled roughly. “Ivan won’t say a word about it to me or anyone else but I’ll know.” He ran a hand down his handsome face. “At the same time, I can’t argue with Lev’s point about using the best facility for our needs. There’s also no way to deny that Ivan’s past and some of his current clientele are less than savory.”

“He does still train Sergei and a couple of other bare-knuckle fighters,” I added quietly. After the mess with Jake, new clients were going to want to scope out every single connection Dimitri’s company had. Guards who trained side-by-side with some of Nikolai’s enforcers? It wouldn’t look good. “What does your gut tell you?”

“My gut tells me that I made a mistake relying on instinct when it came to Jake. I nearly got my best friend killed. I’m not about to make a mistake like that again.” He squeezed me a little tighter. “I hired Lev because he’s the best at what he does. I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing here—even if it upsets the balance of my friendship with Ivan.”

“Look,” I leaned back so I could peer into his eyes, “Ivan is a very practical guy. He’ll understand as long as you’re up front with him.”

Dimitri hummed and traced my collarbone. “You’re right, but that doesn’t make it any easier.” His big hand settled along the curve of my belly in a protective gesture. “You should go back to bed. You need some rest.”

I covered his hand. “You need to rest, Dimitri.”

His lips settled into an irritated line. “I was in Spetsnaz for years, Benny. I don’t need as much sleep to function well.”

“You were Spetsnaz,” I countered a bit testily. “Now you’re a businessman—and you’re about to be a father.”

Dimitri ripped his hand away from my belly. “Do you think I don’t know that?”

I reeled back with surprise and hurt at his unexpected and uncharacteristic outburst. Before I could even react, Dimitri’s face fell. As if disgusted with himself, he pivoted on his heel and faced the refrigerator. I stared at the broad expanse of his back and the beautifully colored phoenix tattooed there. He rubbed his face between his hands and seemed to be trying to get his thoughts together.

Stress and guilt radiated from him in waves. He reached out and ran his finger along the blurry edge of an ultrasound photo. “I didn’t mean that in the way it sounded. Please don’t ever think that I’m not thrilled about this baby or us becoming a real family. You and the baby are the best things that have ever happened to me.”

“I know.” Aching for Dimitri, I placed a hand against his back. He relaxed under my touch so I dotted soft kisses across his skin. “Please talk to me.”

He turned slowly and cupped my face. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. “I just want everything to be perfect for you and the baby. I want to give you both everything you deserve.”

My heart melted. “Dimitri, we already have everything we need.”

“Not everything,” he countered. “We’re about to put your house on the market so Johnny isn’t tied up in it.” He gestured around us. “And then what? We need a place to live and it has to have a big backyard because babies need space to play and grow. And our vehicles? The backseat in my truck isn’t nearly big enough for a car seat. Then there’s your car. I don’t think it’s safe. Have you seen the crash rating on that thing?”

I hadn’t but it was obvious he’d been spending a lot of time online researching things like this. For someone who was always so calm, he seemed to be edging toward paranoia when it came to the baby. “So we’ll buy a new house and we’ll upgrade our vehicles—”

“And that costs money, Benny.”

“I’m quite aware that realtors and car dealerships don’t simply hand them out for free.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. “I’ve got a lot of my cash tied up in the expansion. What if it goes bust?” He blanched. “What if I have another Jake moment? Yuri didn’t sue me but other clients will.”

“That’s why you have insurance.” I massaged his biceps and tried to get him to calm down before he had a stroke or something.

“Now you sound like Yuri.”

“Good. Yuri is a self-made billionaire, Dimitri. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to these things. He believes in you enough to go in as your partner.”

“But what if I’m wrong? What if I really am in over my head?”

“You’ve never made a bad business decision, Dimitri. You started Front Door on almost nothing and created something amazing. Think about how much money you made in time shares. Even after the investment in Lone Star, there is more than enough in your mutual funds and CDs to allow us to live comfortably for years. The bakery is doing so much better in the new location. We’ll be solidly in the black by the end of the year.”

“And until then? We have so many big expenses coming in the next few months.”

I decided he needed to hear exactly what I was thinking. “Dimitri, money and big houses and nice cars—it’s just stuff. What we have—our love—that’s the most amazing thing in the world.” I dragged his hand back down to my belly. “Our baby just needs our love. Everything else? It doesn’t matter.”

He studied my face, almost as if trying to gauge my sincerity. Whatever he saw in my expression seemed to ease the tension from his face. Bending down, he touched his forehead to mine. “I just keep thinking about how miserable I was a child. I never want our baby to know the hell I knew. I never want her to be hungry or cold or afraid. I want her to have everything she needs and everything she wants.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the way he referred to the baby as a girl. He so adamantly believed he was right about the gender. Nothing I could say would deter him. Our upcoming ultrasound would reveal whether his instincts were true.

Caressing his jaw, I said, “She is going to have such a good life, Dimitri. She’s only going to know love and warmth and happiness with us.”

“I hope so,” he softly replied.

“You can’t keep all this stuff bottled up inside you.” I tapped his chest to make my point. “You always remind me that we’re partners in this relationship. That means we have to share everything, right?”

“Yes,” he said a bit reluctantly. “But I worry about piling stress onto your shoulders when you’re pregnant. It’s not healthy.”

“It stresses me out more to watch you silently freaking out over everything. I don’t like being shut out, Dimitri. It hurts.”

Duly chastened, he nodded. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“It’s hard for me,” he finally admitted. “I want to be strong for you and the baby. I want to take care of everything.”

“You are strong, Dimitri, and you do take care of so much. That doesn’t mean you can’t lean on me every now and then. You’ve done so much to support me. Let me support you.”

He ran his thumb along my lower lip. “You do support me, Benny. You believe in me and in everything I want us to build together. I wish I could find the words to explain how that makes me feel.”

“I feel the same way about you. When I nearly lost everything, you were there for me.” I placed my hand above his heart. “Now it’s my turn to be there for you.” I slid my hand to the back of his neck and tugged him down for a gentle kiss. “Promise me that you’ll find a way to take some time for yourself before the wedding. You need a break, Dimitri, even if it’s only for a few hours.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with me but didn’t. “I’ll try.”

I figured that was the best I was going to get from him this late at night. Grasping his hand, I pulled him away from the kitchen. “Let’s go back to bed.”

He resisted my tugging. “You go. I’ll be up in a few minutes. I need to call Lev.”

I wanted to ask him if he’d listened to anything I had just said but decided that it wasn’t worth the argument. Feeling a bit disappointed, I simply nodded and quietly left the kitchen. Upstairs, I slipped back into bed and found a comfortable spot facing away from the bedroom door.

Sometime later, Dimitri finally joined me. When he tried to roll me onto my back, I resisted his efforts. I wasn’t angry with him but I wasn’t thrilled at the way he had gone right back to work after our talk. He must have sensed my displeasure because he began to nuzzle my neck in that way I found irresistibly exciting.

“Dimitri.” I tried to use a warning tone but it came out on a breathy sigh instead. He cupped my breast and coaxed my nipple to a hard peak that pressed against my nightshirt. Refusing to be seduced when I was annoyed with him, I rolled my shoulder and knocked away his hand. “You have to get up early to pick up Lev, remember?”

“I’m not picking him up after all.” His seeking hand found its way under my nightgown. He stroked my skin and persuaded me to part my thighs. “I decided to take your advice. It’s your day off so there’s no reason either of us needs to get out of bed before noon tomorrow.”

“Well…” I bit back a needful groan as Dimitri’s skillful fingers began to torment me in the way I liked most. “I guess I could put off some of the errands I planned to run.”

He chuckled softly and nipped at the curve of my throat. “I thought you might see things my way.”

Even though we had made love only a few hours earlier, I began to throb with desire. I didn’t protest when Dimitri stripped away my gown. Arching into his warm embrace, I delighted in the feel of his naked heat pressed up against my bare skin. His sinful mouth teased my super-sensitive breasts while his strong hands roamed my curves.

Grasping my waist, he hauled me on top of him. I giggled as his hands ran along my ticklish sides. “Dimitri! What are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” He guided my hips into just the right position before thrusting up into me. “I think the second round should be lady’s choice, don’t you?”

Smiling, I swiveled my hips and found the perfect rhythm. “Why do I get the feeling lady’s choice is actually your favorite?”

He laughed and gave my bottom a playful swat. “Convince me to call off work more often, Benny.”

As I began to ride him in a way that made us both groan, I had a sneaking suspicion there wasn’t going to be much sleeping-in done at all…

 

 

Blog Hop Winners!

26 Aug

The Summer Seduction Blog Hop has ended and the winners have been chosen. The winners of the big prizes for the entire hop were Valerie R.  ($75 GC to EdenFantasys) and Michelle V. (book bundle.)

The winner of the $50 Mally gift card from my hop stop is Jenny Schaber! I’ll contact you to get things squared away.

Thanks to everyone who followed the hop and shared their summer highlights!

Summer Seduction Blog Hop & $50 Mally Beauty GC!

13 Aug

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Hey there! So I’m part of the Summer Seduction Blog Hop hosted by the Silken Sheets and Seduction blog. (Where my alter ego Lolita Lopez blogs the first and third Wednesday of every month, by the way. You can count on lots of steamy pics when I post. 😉 )

The end of summer means all the hot new fall makeup colors are starting to roll out for the upcoming season. My cousin (Hey, Andrea!) got me hooked on Mally Beauty products last year when I begged my Facebook friends for a mascara recommendation. I’ve been a Mally girl ever since!

As part of the blog hop, I’m giving away a $50 gift card to Mally Beauty so you can have a chance to play with some new colors or maybe find a new favorite make-up bag must-have.

All you have to do is leave a comment here  and tell me about the highlight of your summer.

 

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Don’t forget that I added a new free read last week–Oh, Baby! (Dimitri 2.1). I hope to have another free read out sometime early next week and then the sneak peeks at Kelly will start.

Also–I know a lot of you have been asking about the different short story erotica series I write, specifically the Congressman and Eddie’s Cuffs stories. Those shorts are all on my writing schedule and will be knocked out between now and the end of October. I’ll be sure to post here and on Facebook whenever they’re available!

 

Welcome to the Summer Seduction Blog Hop! There are lots of fabulous giveaways from authors and book bloggers who love erotic romance. Be sure to hop along as you can and check everyone out. Along the way you will have opportunities to earn more entries for the big hop prizes:

A $75 Gift Card + a 7 ebook bundle or a 10 ebook bundle

So, just follow the link below or check out the link list in the sidebar and start hopping! Within three days of the hop’s end on Aug 21st at midnight eastern time we will select the 2 winners of the overall hop and notify them via email as well as post their names on the site. The two winners will have three days to respond or another winner will be selected for their prize.

Click here to enter: a Rafflecopter giveaway

Let’s get hopping!

Free Read: Oh, Baby! (Dimitri 2.1)

9 Aug

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Oh, Baby!

Dimitri fidgeted nervously and drew Benny’s amused gaze. He shot her an apologetic smile and forced his legs to stop their anxious bouncing. Sweaty palms flat against his jeans, he glanced around the busy waiting room.

He was vastly outnumbered in the estrogen rich environment here. Most of the women surrounding him were heavily pregnant. A few were barely beginning to show the slightest hint of a rounded figure. He caught the eye of another father-to-be who looked equally as uncomfortable here in the upscale waiting room of the obstetrics and gynecology practice.

When he shifted again, the sea foam green chair squeaked. He cringed. The plush cushion was too soft and he wondered why this place didn’t offer a simple chair like the ones he had recently purchased for his new office. Strong. Sturdy. Firm.

And ridiculously uncomfortable for a pregnant woman…

He considered the line of big tummies across from him. No doubt these wide, cushy chairs had been designed with them in mind. Unfortunately, they made it nearly impossible for him to find a comfortable position with his taller than average frame. God help Ivan if he ever needed to come to a place like this with Erin! He would have to bring his own chair or lean against the wall.

A gleeful squeal from the far corner made Dimitri smile. He leaned back for a better look at the designated play area. He watched another father crawling around on the floor with his toddler son while his wife sat nearby and thumbed through a magazine while rubbing her belly. Like Benny, she seemed so serene and calm.

Dimitri glanced at Benny who continued answering the many pages of the questionnaire she’d been given after checking in at the main desk. He envied her relaxed demeanor. At first, she had been the one panicking about their unplanned pregnancy. Seeing the positive test that night of their engagement party had sent her into a full-blown tizzy as she listed all the reasons they weren’t ready to be parents.

With one kiss and a few gentle words, he had reassured her that they were absolutely ready to be parents. Five years of friendship and the passionate love they now shared were a perfect foundation for building their family. All the material things she had listed would come in time.

After surviving the attack on their lives and the arson at her bakery, there was nothing they couldn’t face together. Besides, he believed she would be an amazing mother. She was selfless, nurturing, kind and so incredibly loving. Dimitri thought of the way she had stood by her brother even when he was at his very worst. If she could handle Johnny, she could handle all that motherhood would throw at her.

Only now, when sitting in this waiting room while Benny filled out her medical forms, did it finally hit him that in a few very short months he was going to be a father. It wouldn’t simply be Benny counting on him to love and provide and care for her. No, there would also be a tiny little baby—their baby—who would need him.

The idea of having this new and precious life to cherish excited and terrified Dimitri. He had promised Benny that he would be a good father to their child—but he didn’t know the first damn thing about being a good father. He considered the role models he’d known at the orphanage and later in the military. None of those men were the kind who inspired him.

As inconspicuously as possible, Dimitri shifted in his seat and retrieved his phone from his back pocket. He opened the app for his favorite online bookstore and started browsing for books on fatherhood. Somewhat embarrassed that he had to seek advice on something so personal from books, he tilted his screen and glanced around nervously. Benny remained focused on her paperwork and the people closest to him were engrossed in their magazines or phone screens.

As he read the reviews for the different books, he added the ones that looked the most promising to his shopping cart. After purchasing them with a tap of his screen, Dimitri discreetly tucked his phone back into his pocket. The four books he had ordered would keep him busy for the next few weeks.

“You’re wasting your money.”

Benny’s softly spoken words interrupted his troubled thoughts. He caught that mischievous smile of hers that he loved so much. Obviously he hadn’t been very good at hiding his book browsing. When she clasped his hand and gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze, he was reminded of how incredibly lucky he was that she had agreed to marry him. Her support and unconditional love meant the world to him.

The tips of his ears grew hot with embarrassment. “It can’t hurt to expose myself to new ideas and information.”

“You don’t need those books, Dimitri. You have good instincts. You’re going to be great at this.”

Her unshakeable belief in him bolstered his confidence. He dipped his head until their noses were almost touching before whispering, “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

The blush coloring her cheeks betrayed her memories of their early morning tryst. “I think you may have said something about that earlier but I was a bit preoccupied at the time. I don’t think I heard exactly how much you love me.”

He claimed her mouth with a chaste kiss. “I’ll have to remind you when we get home.”

“Miss Burkhart?

His gaze jumped to the nurse guarding the doorway to the exam area. In a few short weeks, Benny would be Miss Burkhart no more and they would finally share a last name.

When Benny stood, Dimitri swiped her purse and water bottle from the floor because her hands were full with the paperwork and clipboard. She smiled up at him with a bemused glint to her dark eyes but didn’t try to stop him from coddling her. In the three weeks since realizing they were pregnant, she had learned to accept his overprotective gestures without argument. With all of the work stress Benny faced, he was determined to spoil her as much as possible when she was within arm’s reach.

He placed his hand against the small of her back and guided her toward the nurse wearing bubblegum pink scrubs. They followed the nurse into the triage area. Like the lobby, this back area of the practice was nicely decorated and presented a warm, welcoming feel.

As Benny chatted with the nurse, Dimitri scanned the posters promoting breastfeeding and car seat safety. He realized he didn’t know the first thing about nursing or how to install a car seat. The list of things he needed to learn before the baby’s arrival seemed to be growing non-stop.

After Benny was weighed and had her blood pressure and temperature taken, they were taken to a spacious room. He marveled at the coziness of the exam room compared to the ones at his doctor’s practice. The potted plants and the screen for undressing were a nice touch. Snapshots of a beach fixed to the ceiling over the exam table confounded him at first. Then it occurred to him that patients might like something pleasant to focus on while a doctor examined such intimate parts.

They took their seats and the nurse glanced over Benny’s paperwork before asking more detailed questions about her medical history. When the nurse finished with Benny, she turned toward him and started lobbing pointed questions his way. At first, the answers came easily but as the nurse began asking about his family history, Dimitri recognized that he was at a significant disadvantage.

“I have no idea about my mother or father’s medical histories.” That old sensation of abandonment crept into his chest. Only the feel of Benny’s small hand gripping his kept Dimitri from becoming instantly defensive as he normally did when his childhood was a subject of discussion. “My father was in the military so I assume he was relatively healthy but he eventually drank himself to death. My mother was young when she died. Only twenty-three,” he added, thinking to himself that Benny was so close to that age.

“Do you know the cause of her death?”

“She had complications from tuberculosis. I think,” he added uncertainly. “I was only able to piece that together from memories. It might have been something else entirely.”

“Okay.” The nurse remained cheerful. “Your situation isn’t all that uncommon.” She stood up long enough to grab some pamphlets from a shelf on the wall. “You might consider having some genetic testing done, for your own peace of mind.”

A sense of foreboding weighed down his shoulders. What kind of awful things might lurk in his DNA? He glanced at Benny’s belly. What if he’d given their baby some terrible genetic disease?

“What about the baby? Can we test the baby now?”

Benny shot him a strange look. Her hand moved over her belly in a protective gesture. “Even if the baby isn’t perfect—”

“No,” Dimitri interjected quickly and gently before she got the wrong idea. “That’s not at all what I meant.” The tension eased from her face. “I thought more information would be useful, just in case we need to prepare for specialists.”

“Oh.” Benny seemed to mull it over. “Well—as long as the tests aren’t invasive or dangerous for the baby.”

As the nurse discussed the options for first trimester testing, Dimitri tried to suppress the quiver of panic trying to invade his stomach. He had no idea what sort of chemicals or toxins he’d been exposed to while serving in the military. He had been a young boy during the Chernobyl disaster and no doubt he’d been dosed with more radiation than most men American men his age.

Suddenly, he felt terribly irresponsible. Why hadn’t he done all this genetic testing on himself before making a baby with Benny?

“So I’ll step out for a few minutes while you get changed, and when I come back, Dr. Acevedo will be with me,” the nurse said as she gathered up the chart and paperwork and headed for the door.

Dimitri realized he had missed almost all of the conversation Benny had been having with the nurse. When they were alone, Benny turned in her chair and cupped his face. “Stop worrying, Dimitri.”

He exhaled a deep breath and touched his forehead to hers. “Please don’t think that I wouldn’t love our baby if something was wrong.”

“I don’t think that. I know you like to be prepared.” She kissed his cheek before sliding out of her chair. “But I think you’re worrying about nothing.”

“I hope that’s true.” He prayed that was true.

Benny picked up the gown and slipped behind the changing screen. When she stepped out a few minutes later, he had to hide his smile. The one-size fits all gown had definitely not been designed with someone so short in mind. She had closed the front bathrobe style, securing the waist with the two long ribbons. “Sweetheart, I think you put that on backwards.”

She shook her head. “No, these gowns are supposed to open in the front so the doctor can do a breast exam.”

“Oh.” Apparently this was another one of those mysteries of the feminine realm. “Do you need help getting up there?”

“There’s a step.”

Even so, he crossed the floor to help her up onto the exam table. She rolled her eyes at him but giggled when he took advantage of the gaping front of the gown to cop a feel. “Dimitri!”

“What?” He caressed her naked breast as she glared up at him. “You’re the one teasing me.”

“Whatever!” She said with a little laugh and playfully smacked his hand. “Behave yourself. We have to come back to this office, like, fifty times between now and the delivery. I’d rather us not have the reputation of being the couple that got caught getting frisky in an exam room.”

“I don’t know.” He brushed his mouth across hers. “It might make these visits more interesting.”

“Dimitri—”

Before she could finish her thought, someone knocked at the door. A second later, the nurse stuck her head inside the room. “Ready?”

Dimitri stepped aside and glanced back at the nurse. “Yes.”

Dr. Acevedo, a tall, fit doctor with dark hair coiled into a no-nonsense bun, followed the nurse into the room. She dragged a portable ultrasound machine with her. After a quick exchange of handshakes and introductions, Dr. Acevedo got down to business.

He made sure to stand out of the way as the doctor and Benny chatted about her pregnancy symptoms. She had been incredibly nauseated but small meals and ginger ale seemed to be helping. Guilt gripped Dimitri every time she dashed to the bathroom. Holding her hair while she retched wasn’t the most romantic thing in the world but it helped him feel like he was doing something for her. After all, it was his fault she was in this predicament.

“You should see your symptoms ease up some as you get out of the first trimester,” Dr. Acevedo said as she palpated Benny’s chest. “The soreness here and the nausea should dissipate. You’ve lost less than five pounds since discovering you were pregnant so I’m not overly concerned. You seem to be experiencing a normal range of morning sickness.”

If this was normal, Dimitri shuddered to think what those poor women with abnormal morning sickness suffered.

“Well, Dimitri has been pushing fluids and tiny meals my way every couple of hours,” Benny said.

Dr. Acevedo nodded and smiled at him. “That’s what I would have suggested to help with run-of-the-mill morning sickness. Actually, you’ll find that as your pregnancy progresses and the baby grows larger, you’ll have to eat more frequent small meals anyway. Otherwise you may have heartburn or discomfort. It’s also good for blood sugar control.”

Dimitri took mental notes as the pair continued their discussion. He decided to sit down later and come up with some small meal and snack ideas for Benny. With the security firm starting to gather steam, he wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with her as he would like. It would give him peace of mind to know she was leaving the house every morning with a lunch box filled with snacks and meals prepared by him.

“I’m sorry you had to wait a few weeks to be seen. I know it’s probably nerve-wracking to wait for us to work you into the schedule.” Dr. Acevedo consulted the chart again. “So based on your last menstrual period, you are almost eleven weeks pregnant.” She grinned at them and dragged the portable ultrasound machine closer to the exam table. “Let’s see what this tiny little bean of yours is up to right now.”

Benny motioned him closer but he felt a bit awkward just standing there as the nurse draped a sheet across Benny’s lap. When Benny scooted down and placed her feet in the stirrups, Dr. Acevedo plopped down on her rolling stool and picked up the internal ultrasound wand. Now he really felt weird. The whole experience was nothing like he had expected.

As if reading his mind, Dr. Acevedo explained, “We do internal ultrasounds early in the pregnancy because the views are much better. At your next visit, we’ll do a quick peek via her tummy.”

Benny squirmed with discomfort. He started to ask the doctor to be gentler with her but then the nurse pivoted the ultrasound screen and his ability to speak left him. At first, he wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing.

“Here is an ovary,” Dr. Acevedo said and touched the screen. “And right over here…bingo!”

For the longest time, Dimitri simply stared at the grainy image projected on the screen. It was a baby. It was their baby. His jaw dropped when those miniature hands started waving and the tiny little feet started to kick. He hadn’t been expecting that.

He reached for Benny’s hand as Dr. Acevedo measured their baby and assured them it was right on target. She talked about the changes the baby would undergo in the next few weeks while continuing to study the screen and print out screen captures.

Stupefied by the sight of their baby kicking and waving, Dimitri slipped into a dazed state as the doctor finished her exam and talked to Benny about the schedule of visits and when to expect to discover the gender. He marveled at the realization that his child was already doing so many amazing things inside of Benny. In a way, he envied Benny’s closeness to their growing baby. He would have to wait until their child was delivered to feel that intimacy but Benny could already rub her belly and speak gently to the life growing inside her.

He managed to focus long enough to bid farewell to Dr. Acevedo and the nurse and to help Benny off the table. Clutching the printed strip of photographs, he traced the grainy image of their baby. Would the baby have dark hair like Benny or lighter hair like him? Brown eyes or blue? His height or her petite frame? Suddenly, six months seemed like an eternity. He wanted to know now.

“That was wild, huh?” Benny said, her voice tinged with awe as she stepped out from behind the screen. Standing close to him, she snuggled up to his side when he slid his arm around her shoulders. Together, they gazed at the photos of their baby. “I didn’t expect the baby to be moving so much.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted. “Honestly, I didn’t think it would look so…”

“Baby-like?” She said with a laugh. “I know. The jazz hands and dancing legs were a nice touch.”

He chuckled softly. “Yes. I think you’re going to be in for some sleepless nights once the baby gets big enough for you to feel moving around in there.”

Gazing up at him with dark eyes shimmering with emotion, she said, “It’s so worth it.”

He swallowed hard as a ball of emotion filled his throat. “I wish I could find a way to describe how happy I am right now.” He ducked down to capture her mouth in a loving kiss. “I love you, Benny.”

She rubbed his chest and rose up on tiptoes to press their lips together again. “I love you.”

Hand in hand, they left the exam room and made a stop at the front desk to schedule Benny’s next three appointments and the lab work she needed to have completed. They left the building and crossed the street to the parking garage.

“Lunch?” Dimitri asked as he helped her into the front seat of his truck. Even though he had installed running boards, he worried she might lose her balance and fall. It was overprotective in the extreme—but he couldn’t help himself.

“Sure.”

He shut the door, walked around the back of the truck and slid into the driver’s seat. As he cranked the engine, he asked, “Are you craving anything?”

Her saucy grin made the corners of his mouth curve upward. “Nothing they serve in a restaurant.”

Heat streaked through his stomach and made his groin tighten. “I see.”

“I say we hit up one of our favorite places for some takeout—”

“And take a long lunch at home?” He easily finished her thought.

“If you want,” she said with a little shrug and pretended not to care one way or the other.

“As if you even have to ask!” He laughed and backed out of his parking space.

She giggled and reached for the strip of ultrasound pictures again. “We should probably start thinking about some names.”

“Probably,” he agreed.

“I know some people like to name their kids after the grandparents but I’d rather not.”

“Fine by me.” Dimitri considered some names as they sat at a red light. “What about Zoya? Or Sofia? Lilya?”

“I like them. They should definitely go on the list—but they’re all girl names.”

“It’s a waste of time arguing about boy names.”

“And why is that?”

“Because we’re having a girl, of course.”

“Oh, we are, huh?” Her dark brows arched skeptically. “And you know this how?”

“All it took was one look at her–and I knew.”

She snorted with amusement and glanced at the pictures again. “The baby is like the size of your thumb. You can’t possibly tell what it is!”

“I know.”

“How?”

Dimitri offered her a knowing smile. “A father just knows these things…”

August Update: Sergei & Kelly

31 Jul

I thought I’d do a quick update on the two upcoming books I have in the pipeline.

If you’ve clicked around on the Coming Soon page, you’ve probably noticed I changed/tweaked the covers for the Fighting Connollys series. I decided I wanted to maintain the same “feel” as the Russian Protector books.

Coming September 2013

Coming September 2013

In Kelly’s Corner (Fighting Connollys #1) will be out the last week of September. This book and Sergei’s book overlap in a few spots and it also includes a cameo by Hagen, the loan shark from Seduced by the Loan Shark. What can I say? Houston’s shady side is a small world. 🙂

Coming November 2013

Coming November 2013

Sergei (Her Russian Protector #5) will be out the first week of November. There’s a possibility (depending on the schedule of the new editing team I’m working with) it will be out in late October–but plan on seeing this big, sexy Russian in early November.

Also–I plan to offer ARCs (advanced reader copies) for both of these books. For those who don’t know, ARCs are early copies of books given out to reviewers and readers to spark interest. Right now, I offer them to my street team–but I plan to offer, like, 25-50 copies a week or two before the release of each book. Follow me on Facebook if you want a chance at snagging one of these ARCs.

Oh–and my street team is always open.  Just drop me a message through my contact form here on the website or message me through Facebook and I’ll happily send you the link for the private Facebook group. I’m about to send out the first street team packs (signed copy of Ivan paperback and swag) so now is a great time to join!

Big, Sexy Russians Hit the Romantic Suspense List!

30 Jun

I didn’t even realize all four books had hit Amazon’s Romantic Suspense bestseller list until a reader sent me a message–so thanks! 🙂

NIKOLAI is sitting at #26, IVAN at #59, YURI at #87 and DIMITRI at #94.

I can’t even begin to tell you how thrilled I am–and how good it feels to know you’re enjoying these books as much as I love writing them!

And on that note–I’m going to spend the next week massaging the writing schedule a bit so I can work in SERGEI (Her Russian Protector #5) to release in the fall. I’m looking at an October or November release but I’ll keep you updated as the details firm up some.

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