Seducing The Playboy is a HOT Deal!

SEDUCING THE PLAYBOY is .99 for a limited time! Get him now, or if you’ve already had him, tell all your friends how good he is in bed, so they’ll buy him, too! Bwahaha! Sorry, I’ve had so much fun with the title of that book. Picture my dirty grin every time someone asks me about my latest book. Buy links and an excerpt can be found here if you need PLAYBOY bait. 🙂

Seducing the Playboy book cover
.99 for a limited time! Grab him!

Out of glee and excitement (because our PLAYBOY is almost in the top 100 on Amazon!), here’s an EXCLUSIVE unedited excerpt from MAKE ME, TAKE ME, Book 3 in the Hot Nights series, a.k.a. Betsy’s Book, a.k.a. the book with TEN sex scenes. I have no idea how that happened. They just kept taking their clothes off…

Click the “Read More” tab for the very first peek at MAKE ME, TAKE ME (coming SOON!):

Betsy tugged the padlock free and shut the gate behind her, but before she’d taken ten steps, it swung open again. She whirled, startled, and then she stared. Her skin flushed hot, and her heart hammered. Could lack of sleep and caffeine withdrawal cause hallucinations? If so, this was a beauty.

“Quin,” she gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“Opening my new hotel and making plans for expansion.” His slow smile wreaked havoc on her already taxed heart as he jerked a thumb at the building next door. He stopped in front of her, broad shoulders seeming to span the width of the narrow alley. “Just got into town and saw you walk past my office window. How are you?”

“You’re the new owner? You own the Keystone Hotel?”

“I own all of them. Hotels, remember?”

She nodded, trying to shake her brain into action, but she felt like she’d walked into a time warp. They were standing in the alley in broad daylight, almost three years after their night together, but her body remembered him—instantly, intimately, and inappropriately. Her mouth watered at his scent: spicy cologne, crisp cotton, and warm skin. Her hands clenched into fists, fingers itching to touch the luxurious still-too-long layers of his hair. When he held out his hand, her nipples peaked, and she went hot and wet at her center.

She slid her hand into his, and a lightning bolt of lust shot through her. Her head fell back, and her gaze caught his, seeing the reflection of her desire. His grip tightened.

“Oh, fuck it,” he said roughly, closing in. His lips slanted over hers, stealing her breath. She buried her hands in his hair, and he lifted her up, pinning her against the alley wall, arms cushioning her back. He rocked against her, turning her bones to butter, and she arched into him, wrapping her legs around his waist. They fit together perfectly, no space between them, every part of her welcoming his touch. Alarm shot through her.

“Whoa…hey. Wait. Stop.” The magic word whipped out of her mouth.

His arms hardened, squeezing, but then he set her on her feet and stepped back fast. She straightened her clothes and dragged the back of her hand across her mouth. One night. She’d allowed herself to surrender to him for one night because she’d never see him again. Now he’d bought the hotel next door? And she was making out with him in the alley like they were going to pick up where they’d left off? That wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t that woman, never had been. If he was looking for more of what had happened between them, he was flat out of luck. She wasn’t spending more than one night with a player who had women stashed in cities all over the country, every one of them hoping for more than she was ever going to get. Betsy had already gotten what she wanted from him.


But if that were REALLY the case, she probably wouldn’t keep getting naked with him, huh? Betsy and Quin are hot, hot, hot! I can’t wait to share more of them with you. Until I can, I’d appreciate it so much if you’d help me spread the word about the .99 deal for SEDUCING THE PLAYBOY.



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