Our special guest this week is Kathy Lyons and we’re diving into her book Two Week Seduction.
Don’t you just love that title? And check out the cover!
All the buy it links are at the bottom.
Enjoy!
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“Thank you for your help,” he said. His voice was rusty, but clear enough.
She gasped in mock shock. “He speaks! Five words and it wasn’t rude!”
Against his will, his lips twitched. She always could make him smile when he least
wanted to.
She leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s try something else. I know
it’s dangerous—I mean, your head might explode or something—but I say we risk it. Give me a
compliment.”
“Fishing?” he drawled.
She tsked. “That wasn’t a compliment. You’re supposed to say something nice. About
me.”
He didn’t answer. Mostly because he was thinking of all the things he wanted to say. That
her skin looked soft and her eyes were a changeable hazel that always kept him guessing. That
her tits were round and full, just begging to be nipped. That she was small compared to his 6’3″
frame, but she had legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he buried himself inside her.
And that red hair, a bright red flash of color on her perfect body, was a scream of danger he
lusted after.
While those thoughts spun through his mind, her expression soured. With a sigh, she
grabbed his empty beer bottle and held it before his eyes. “Say something nice to me and I’ll get
you another beer.”
She shook the bottle a little to grab his attention. It didn’t work. He was too busy
watching how the breeze pressed her blouse flat against her chest. Her bra had lace, which meant
texture, and he wondered what sound she’d make if he tugged it back and forth against her
nipples.
“John–-”
“That’s a nice b-blouse.” Damn it, he’d almost said bra.
Her mouth flattened with a sigh. “I thought you’d like it.”
Alea leaned forward as she pushed to her feet. A curl of brown hair tumbled forward,
pushing past the tiny gold hoop in her ear to dangle right before him. Without thinking, he
grabbed the lock, winding it around his fingers. It wasn’t even long enough to pull into his fist.
But it was close enough to hold her still. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth—those
plump, pink lips—formed a perfect O.
God, he’d been gone so long. And she was so much of a woman now.
“John?”
He wanted to say something, but he hadn’t the words. Just a thick want. He took a breath,
trying to clear his head, but all he tasted on the air was her. A citrus scent, so appropriate to
Florida and so missed when he was in Afghanistan. But there was another scent on top. The taste
of woman, hot and spicy despite her demure yellow shirt.
He should let her go, but his fingers just wouldn’t cooperate. He tightened his hold. And
when her hair started to slip through his grip, he pushed forward in his chair. He deserved one
taste. He sacrificed so his country would be safe. One kiss was nothing when stacked up against
that.
But if he was going to take her mouth—and he damn sure was—then he was going to
take something else too…
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