Welcome to Novel Gems ~ Satin Pleasures 02-12-13!
I love to sneak a peek into a writer friend’s developing novel. It’s just so much fun watching their story grow and getting the inside scoop. So every Tuesday until I finish my romantic suspense, Killing Secrets, I’ll share a gem with you ~ a couple of sentences, several paragraphs of a pivotal scene, or a phrase that just made me sigh or laugh out loud or scares me or…well, you get the picture.
Today, you aren’t getting a gem from my suspense novel. Why?
I’m celebrating the anniversary of my romantic comedy debut novel, Satin Pleasures!!! This cute and funny story debuted on Valentine’s Day 2012. So, starting today and running through February 14th, I’m sponsoring three FREE DAYS at Amazon. Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/Satin-Pleasures-ebook/dp/B0078VSY6G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330384089&sr=8-1
If you haven’t had a chance to read Dan’s and Tess’s story, now’s your chance to download it to your Kindle. Don’t have a Kindle? Download the Kindle app to your computer (also free) so you can read it there!
A bit of set up for today’s gem….
Dan McDonald is helping his aunt launch their west coast lingerie franchise operations in the mall managed by Tess Emory, and he’s not nearly as focused on business as he should be…and that’s all you’re getting! 🙂
[[P.S. The car parts he’s thinking about in this scene were to repair a mirror on Tess’s car, broken when they met.]]
Satin Pleasures by Karen Docter
Late the next afternoon, Dan yawned under cover of his hand and watched the conference room fill up. The air conditioner blew overhead, but the sunny room had obviously been closed for some time and too many bodies made it worse. A nap on the balcony of his newly leased cliff house overlooking the beach, the warm sun caressing his naked chest, sounded like the only prescription worth swallowing.
He smiled at the thought of his productive morning. The first thing he’d done after signing the papers on the house was to buy a couple of double chaise lounges. He was dying to try one of them out. Alone, if necessary, although it would be more fun if someone joined him.
He could easily imagine her lying next to him on the ultra-soft cushion, her luxuriant curls loose and blowing every which way on the playful ocean breeze. It would trail over his bare skin as she leaned over to plant slow, drugging kisses in an erotic line from his throat down to his chest. He swallowed hard when she dropped lower and—
Laughter from beside him made him tug at the knot of his tie. He shifted in his chair, grateful the conference table shielded his lap. Sporting a hard-on in front of the entire Merchants Association was not good business. “What?” he demanded of his aunt.
Aunt Mary grinned from her seat at the U-shaped line of tables. “Nothing.” Her tone said ‘everything’.
He’d hoped to avoid this conversation altogether. “I’m sorry you had to unlock the door at three a.m. If I’d realized the time, I’d have camped out in the truck for the night. My watch is still packed in a box.”
“I don’t know why you keep apologizing, Daniel.” Her eyes widened with innocence. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about last night. If it will make you feel better, I can assure you it’s already forgotten.” She suited her actions to the words and turned to a new arrival on her other side.
“I don’t feel guilty,” he muttered.
What he felt was hot and bothered and frustrated as hell. He’d met a woman who brought his blood to a hard boil with one look, hell, one thought, and she was a workaholic with a boyfriend. A live-in boyfriend. For all he knew, she was married to the guy.
After speaking to Tess on the phone last night, Dan ordered himself to walk away. It wasn’t any of his business if the woman chose to work herself to death. He told himself to let Anthony worry about her.
Did it work?
What had he done?
He’d spent hours in the middle of the night, traipsing an unfamiliar area looking for twenty-four hour stores that carried car parts. Car parts! All those hours in a bass boat, frying in the sun, must have baked his brains into peanut brittle!
Tess chose that instant to enter the room and clue him in as to why he couldn’t keep thoughts of her at bay. Each time he saw her it became more difficult to see her as the consummate businesswoman he knew her to be, rather than the answer to some teenage boy’s midnight fantasy. His fantasy. Unnerved by the raw power of his own desire, Dan stared.
The day had taken its toll on her hair, pulled into a knot on top of her head. Playful tendrils had escaped confinement, framing her face in romantic curls like those a lover’s exploring fingers might leave behind. Her attempt to push hairpins more securely into the slipping mass only made the image more potent.
A groan lodged in his throat when he caught a hint of ivory lace and satin peeking between the lapels of her tailored, blue linen suit jacket, one of his middle-of-the-night questions answered. Tess Emory most definitely did not wear plain cotton underwear.
The air dammed in his chest until her gaze sought him out. Her eyes widened when they swept over his clean-shaven face and his charcoal gray suit. A tiny smile appeared on her lips. His heart kicked over and began to function again.
A brighter smile pulled him to his feet and held him there until she came around the bank of tables to his side. “Mr. McDonald.” Tess held out her hand for a handshake. “It’s good to see you again.”
….see you next Tuesday with another NOVEL GEM!