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STUPENDOUSLY
YOURS
A
Christmas Cracker
Tired
of mediocre sex, Zoie Qwin is hot for adventure. When she can't find the
excitement she craves in the men around town, she reaches across the world
to the one man who's ready and capable if not willing to take her hormones
on a fanciful journey to Multiple Orgasmville. Zoie Qwin never managed to
snag Lieutenant Commander Nash Beagan's sexually daring heart, but Lady
Zest in all her erotically written letters has.
Living out her escapades in a pen and paper relationship with her fantasy
man proves to be enough, until Nash, home on a short leave, takes the
stage at a male Christmas auction. Lady Zest is ready to break the bank
for the Christmas present of the millennium, but Zoie wants the wicked
desire in Nash's bedroom-blues all for herself. A snack in the parking
lot, a drink at the theatre, and a window feast next to the Christmas tree
delivers exactly that, until Zoie realises her cover's been blown and Nash
is out to make her and Lady Zest stupendously his forever.
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ADULT
EXCERPT
Zoie
froze with her glass halfway to her lips. Dear God, could it be?
“Let’s get those crisp bills crackling and those credit cards humming
for the soldier of our town we all know and love.” The announcer drew it
out, building the suspense and nearly causing Zoie to go into cardiac
arrest. She felt faint with the possibility. Was the room really beginning
to spin?
“Lieutenant Commander Nash Beagan.”
“Ohmigod.” Zoie put down her wine glass, certain she’d had enough
alcohol. She’d kidded herself into three shots and was working on her
second glass of wine, all with the stupid notion she’d drink enough to
fool herself into thinking Mr. Surprise was Nash Beagan. Except, the
combat boots, BDUs, shirtless torso, and smug smile walking onto the dance
floor was Nash Beagan.
Everything inside Zoie ignited in sensory overload of desire. Her nipples
beaded as her gaze moved over the deeply tanned ridges of Nash’s chest.
Her hands tingled to glide over the wide expanse of his shoulders. Her
teeth ached to nibble on his strong jaw. Her tongue pulsed to lick his
full, arrogantly tilted lips. But when her gaze reached his danceable
bedroom-blues beneath the fuzzy white rim of the Santa hat, her pussy
released a surf of moisture that drenched her panties.
“You’re looking for a change from the ordinary, sister, there you
go.” Dalia had to yell for Zoie to hear her over the cacophony of ruckus
Nash’s presence exuded from the club of women.
Dalia didn’t know about the letters Zoie had written to Nash. Rather
than share that piece of personal information with her best friend, Zoie
decided to embrace it as her own pleasure-filled, erotic secret. Dalia was
right about one thing, Nash Beagan was definitely a change from the
ordinary. Precisely the change Zoie had been craving, and sanity had
abandoned her just enough the minute he’d stepped onto that dance floor
for her to feed.
“Time to boogie,” she muttered and held her sixty-nine bidding paddle
high in the air. Perhaps the number had been an omen after all. Her
rapidly aching channel convulsed at the thought.
The auctioneer bellowed an amount she didn’t hear and Nash’s
bedroom-blues collided with hers. Zoie drew her bottom lip between her
teeth to hold back the whimpering purr that rose in her throat. Not that
the sound would’ve been heard over the outrageous noise Nash’s
presence on the dance floor had elicited from the crowd of horny women.
They can stay horny too because he’s mine, Zoie thought determinedly and
held the paddle higher still. Nash’s brow did an erogenous-inspiring
climb. Did his lips twitch too? She couldn’t quite tell. Something
flashed through his expression, a quick race of emotion she couldn’t
define. Was it hope that she’d be out bid? Surprise that she’d be a
part of this goggling, randy, club crowd? Intrigue that she’d have the
nerve to try for him after all these years? She couldn’t be sure. Maybe
he wondered if she knew what she might be getting herself into.
Whatever the flicker of reaction, all sound, thought and breath left her
as their gazes locked and held. Dimly she noted the rising of the bid and
the screaming of her bank account. Only when the auctioneer shouted his,
“Sold,” and pointed at her did she blink and the slow, seemingly
satisfied smile that curved Nash’s lips nearly made her orgasm on the
spot.
“I can’t believe you bought him!” Dalia bubbled more than the
glasses of champagne being served a half an hour later as they stood once
again in line, this time working their way to the payment table to settle
their ‘purchases’. “Question is, now that you’ve got him, what are
you going to do with him?”
Zoie ran her tongue over her teeth and let the grin spread her lips.
“Enjoy him.”
“Great answer!” Dalia hooted with laughter. “For the price you’re
paying, he better give you a hell of a ride.”
Zoie slid her Visa card through the fingers of one hand and drank from the
champagne she held in the other. She had to force herself to sip the cool
bubbly rather than gulp because, despite her show of confidence, her
insides were reaching a quivering boil. Had she lost her mind? She’d
maxed out her credit card on Nash Beagan!
For a good cause, she reminded herself as she stepped up to the table and
handed Santa’s helper her Visa. She winced at the total on the printed
slip as she signed on the dotted line. She’d definitely broken the bank
tonight.
Lady Zest broke the bank.
Zoie handed over the slip, took her copy and card and shoved both in her
tiny handbag. She saw Dalia and Travis first as she moved away from the
table and took a step in their direction. Her steps faltered when her gaze
slammed into Nash’s as he walked up behind Travis.
What have I done?
The first slivers of panic leaked from her shuddering stomach to poison
her veins. I can’t do this. I can’t be alone with this man in the
flesh. What in the name of Christmas was I thinking?
Exchanging months of provocative letters with this man she hungered for
more than chocolate was one thing. He didn’t know she’d written all
those heated fantasies. But she couldn’t hide her identity when she was
face-to-face with him. Well, not quite face-to-face given their height
difference. Eye-to-collarbone would be more like it, breasts-to-rigid
abdomen, belly-to-groin…
I’m so screwed.
She forced herself to take another step and wondered that she didn’t
teeter on her heels. Or run, she thought frantically. Running would be
smart right about now, safe. It would preserve both her dignity and her
secret.
That same slow smile that melted her panties from the dance floor unfolded
on Nash’s lips as he neared and a trickle of wetness slid down her inner
thigh. Dignity was entirely way over rated. As for her secret, perhaps she
should reveal all about Lady Zest. What was the worst Nash could do, laugh
at her? He’d always been too much of a boy scout for that. It was one of
the many things about this amazing man now less than two feet from her
that had stolen her heart. He could be almost unbearably kind.
But even kindness skirts on the edge of adventure sometimes.
Yes, and it was that adventure she’d just paid a pretty penny for
tonight. She wouldn’t acknowledge the tightness behind her breastbone
telling her she’d paid for more than a little fun. She’d paid for
hope, for more. What she got was this moment and any memories she could
manage to store before morning.
She had to get a handle on this nervousness because she didn’t have a
moment to waste.
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