Friday Eve Snippet – Firsts

You know, you always have a special feeling towards your first. First love, first kiss, first bra, first time… I could go on for ages. Well, how about your first book?

In my case, I’m thinking specifically about my first published book, Photo Opportunity. Every time I think about it, I smile. It makes me happy. It’s a fun, sexy romance, with the hero of my dreams. And I love it. It holds a special place in my heart. It’s the classic tale of friends to lovers. So I figured it’s time to dredge up my first, and feature it on this week’s Friday Eve snippet…

PHOTO OPPORTUNITY

The Blurb:

Can friends become lovers…can lovers remain friends?

A prequel to “Ask Adam

Daniel Tanner’s through with being loved like the proverbial brother. He intends to make his best friend, Amy Morgan, blaze with the same desire he feels for her. The plan? Initiate a series of escapades that will have Amy falling into his arms—and into his bed.

When her trusted buddy suddenly turns up the heat, Amy finds it impossible to resist his sexy advances. But as his best friend, she knows a thing or two about Daniel. While he may be charming and gorgeous, he’s also commitment phobic. If she trusts her heart to him, she’s sure he’ll leave it—and their friendship—shattered in a million pieces.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

Product Warnings: Contains smoking hot love scenes between two best friends who can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

An Excerpt

Chapter Eight

She would have given just about anything to massage his leg and Amy knew how she would’ve massaged it too. First, she’d push him back on the couch and bend his leg. Second, she’d climb on and straddle his knee between her thighs. Third, she’d settle back down and apply a tiny amount of pressure so that every time she moved, she would connect ever so erotically with his knee. Then finally, she’d gyrate, rubbing the muscles around his knee. Hell, she’d throw her life and soul into working that knee. She’d massage it so damn well he’d forget it was even injured in the first place.

Oh, for God’s sake. She was fantasizing about humping his knee. Things had degraded beyond the point of decency. There was no way she was going to massage him again. Not his shoulder, not his knee nor any other part of his anatomy.

There was a better way. It involved Daniel taking off all his clothes.

“Tell you what,” she said. “I’ve come up with another plan. Give me a few minutes to prepare.” With that, she headed to the bathroom.

There was something incredibly intimate about drawing a bath for him. As she ran her hands through the heated water, she couldn’t help but imagine Daniel lying here, his head resting against one edge of the bath, his feet stretched out against the other end. Visions of steam as it swirled around his chest and face raised her body temperature. It spiked even higher when she saw his cock float just above his balls. A moan escaped her throat and echoed throughout the bathroom at the vivid vision.

It was a good thing she closed the door. The last thing she needed was for him to hear her fantasize about him. She turned off the taps, walked to the sink and threw a little more cold water over her face and chest. Better. Much better.

Composed and body temperature lowered, she went back to Daniel.

“My mother always claimed a bath’s the perfect place to soak away your aches and pains.” She offered him a hand to help him up. “I want you to go and climb in. The water’s hot and I’ve turned down the lights. I guarantee by the time you get out of that bathroom, you’ll feel like a new man.”

The question was, how would she feel, knowing he lay meters away from her, submerged in steamy water, naked as the day he was born?

Just fine. Just bloody fine, thank you.

“Thanks, Morgan, that’s pretty decent of you.” Daniel limped towards the bathroom but stopped before he went in. “Just one question.”

“What?”

His smile revealed an evil flash of dimple. “If I have trouble washing all those difficult-to-reach places, will you come and help me?”

Choosing to ignore him, she switched on the TV, sat down and spent the next twenty minutes obsessing about which places would be difficult for him to reach, and how she would use the soap to make sure she got them really clean.

Fortunately the phone rang, interfering with her increasing obsession. This time it was Lexi and Amy assured her Daniel was just fine—his ego more bruised than his body.

When she hung up, she heard Daniel ask, “Who was that?”

“Your sister.” She turned around. “She wanted—” Her tongue hit the floor, making intelligible speech pretty much impossible.

He stood before her wearing nothing but a white towel. It was wrapped low around his hips, the color accentuating his tanned skin. Below it, beads of water clung to the golden hairs curling on his long, muscular legs.

Water ran in tiny rivulets from his shoulders down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched a drop trickle over his nipple and slide down his hard, flat stomach only to disappear into the towel. Warm heat hummed in her belly and she repressed the urge to quench her sudden thirst by catching one of those droplets with her tongue.

God. He looked good enough to eat.

Desire shot through her. She wanted him. Wanted to run her hands over his wet torso, rip the towel from around his waist and devour him in all his naked, very male glory.

“Like what you see?”

“Huh?” She jerked her gaze up to meet Daniel’s and saw amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Just asking if you like what you see.”

Shit! She was ogling him and he had busted her.

What was she supposed to say? She loved what she saw? So much so she was almost as wet as he was? Not likely.

“I was looking to see if your, um…bruises were more visible than earlier.” To reinforce her point, she lowered her gaze to his knees. The only problem was that her downward gaze snagged on the towel. Was it just her imagination or was there a bulge there? Did he have an erection, or was it just the way his towel hung against his hips?

“Are they?”

It certainly looked like an erection to her. “Are they what?”

“More visible now?”

“Huh?” It was most definitely an erection. A substantial one at that, given the way the towel just moved.

“The bruises, Morgan, can you see them now?”

“What bruises?” He was hard. That meant he was aroused. And if she was aroused and he was aroused, then—

She heard him chuckle. “A little distracted, are we?”

Bruises. Damn, they were talking about his bruises. Focus. She looked him dead in the eye and lied. “Not distracted, no. Just trying to make a point. I can’t see any bruising.” Well, at least that part was true. “Not on your shoulder or your knee. I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “They’re just not there.”

He said nothing, raising his eyebrow instead. Her gaze hadn’t taken in either knee or shoulder. The lift of his brow told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. But how could he not? Her tongue was still plastered to the floor. “You gonna stand there dripping all over the carpet? Or are you going to get dressed?”

“That depends.” He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get his clothes on.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“On me?”

“Yes. On you. Do you want me to get dressed?”

Hell, no! “What kind of a question is that?”

“A logical one. I saw you watching me. You just don’t seem particularly eager for me to put my clothes on. In fact—” again with the infuriating dimple, “—you seem to have developed a certain affinity for my towel.”

It wasn’t the damn towel she had an affinity for. If he could just lose the towel, she’d be happy.

No. She wouldn’t.

“Yeah, Dan. What can I say? I’ve fallen for the towel. I’ve always been a sucker for a good towel.”

Daniel looked surprised. “You have? Well, I tell you what. I’m a nice guy and I’d hate to get in the way of you getting what you want. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna go get dressed and I’m gonna leave you with my towel so the two of you can have a few minutes alone to get acquainted.”

Ever so casually, he pulled the terry cloth from around his waist and handed it to a dumbfounded Amy.

“It’s a little wet,” he said apologetically and shrugged. “Sorry.”

Amy was sure she’d have responded appropriately if she hadn’t been so busy confirming her erection suspicions. The man had the granddaddy of all hard-ons.

“Wet?” she muttered. Forget the towel. The wettest thing in the room right now was her. She wished she had a pair of super-industrial-strength panties, because the longer she stared at Daniel’s cock, the wetter she got.

Well, don’t stare, then.

Easy for you to say.

Lift your eyes upwards, to his face.

I swear, I’m trying. It’s just not working.

Daniel saved her from further self-debate. “I’ll be back in five, Morgan. Enjoy getting to know the towel.”

He turned around and sauntered off to his room, leaving the towel dangling uselessly in her hand.

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😀

Photo Opportunity is available now at My Bookstore and More.

Jess

4 Responses to “Friday Eve Snippet – Firsts”

  1. vivianarend Says:

    Bloody hell woman, now I have to go reread AGAIN.

    Glad I’ve got it in print. I can read in the tub. 😉

    LOVE THIS BOOK!!

  2. Smooch, thanx Viv!
    😀

  3. tennismom mary g Says:

    Hi Jess
    I loved this book. I just checked & I’ve read 4 of 9 of your books.
    I’m going to read the rest this year. Happy Valentines Day & thanks for sharing the love with your books (& the sex is good too).

  4. Mary – thanx to you for sharing the love.

    😀
    Hope you get spoiled rotten on Sunday, and get to do lovely, romantic things.

    Jess

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