My bad. I’m late, as usual, but please forgive me. It’s been one of those weeks. But you’re here now, and my Sunday sneak is below. From my lighthearted contemporary, The Billionaire’s Con (details and excerpt here) this scene is early on in the story and well, it’s pretty self explanatory.
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Here’s my peek. Enjoy!
The surprising intimacy of standing in the sphere of that heat, of his heat, was startling, and delicious. Before she gave in to the insane urge to close the remaining distance between them, she forced herself to step back—bumping against the edge of the kitchen counter.
A self-conscious chuckle escaped, but died on her lips when she looked into his eyes. She blinked at the hot flare of male interest in the gray depths only inches from hers. Her belly lurched on a crazy bump when he reached out a hand. The breath caught in her throat at the slow brush of his fingertips dancing across her cheekbone then continuing down to track the curve of her jaw.
His hand dropped to his side and he stepped back. “Thanks for the help.”
Meggy could only stare, wide-eyed. Holy crap! Okay, this is just weird. That odd zapping sensation she remembered from yesterday had her entire body tingling with warm current today.
The rumble of a diesel motor, as the first of today’s delivery trucks ambled by the carriage house, had reason returning to her muddled brain. At least enough so that she managed to resist grabbing hold of Trevor Bryce and attempting to discover what it was about the guy that had her insides jumping around like crazed three year olds in a candy store.
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