Happy Friday to all:
My newest release is now available at Red Rose Publishing. http://www.redrosepublsihing.com/
Zora Nicolette knew she was in trouble when the sensual Chance Jameson moved in next door. He was sin personified and she wanted to shatter his rigid control. She knew he had secrets but couldn't resist taking a chance for a walk on the wild side.
Chance Jameson knew the delectable Zora Nicolette would be his downfall from time she showed up at his house bearing a basket full of mouth-watering gifts. What he really wanted could not be found on any menu. At least none that wouldn't get him into the most decadent problems. Problems that would be worth any moment spent in Zora's arms.
She is his temptation and he is Zora's Chance.
Her heart skipped and jumped into her throat. He wore a black leather jacket that only added to his appeal. It wasn’t zipped and she could see the same black button-down shirt he had worn earlier only now it was unbuttoned enough so she could see his bronzed chest.
“Chance,” she managed to say without much stuttering.
He stared straight into her eyes. The light from behind her highlighted the shadow of growth on his face. He remained silent.
“Something you needed?” she asked.
Chance stepped closer to her, bringing with him in the air the smell of a very cold, night. The kind of night that brought images of being curled up on a couch, in front of a fire, with a loved one. She inhaled sharply as his body brushed passed her when he entered her home.
Zora licked her lips as she shut the door and turned around to stare at the man watching her. His eyes rolled over her like a wave of desire.
“Well?” she demanded.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he uttered.
Her heart sank. He didn’t want her after all. Perhaps he couldn’t force himself to pretend long enough to fuck her. “There’s the door.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder.
Chance took a step toward her. And another. His stride turned predatory as he erased the remainder of the distance between them. His scent seemed stronger than usual, the smell of it so pungent she could almost taste it on her tongue as she licked her lips that seemed so dry again.
Zora tried to keep her quavering under control. If the damn man was going to leave her again, she wasn’t going to let him know his nearness affected her so much.
He didn’t pass her. No, he stopped right in front of her. His eyes were a dark and swirling mass of colors. She couldn’t decide which color was more predominant.
“Good night, Chance,” she said, doing her damndest to keep the pain out of her voice.
Chance backed her up until the door was at her back. The man was mute, his eyes never moving from her face.
When she could move no further, Zora would’ve sworn she witnessed a lift of one side of his mouth in a primitive masculine smile. His hands settled on either side of her head, blocking her in.
Her breasts began to ache for his touch, her skin prickled, and her breathing increased. Zora clamped her lips shut to contain the moan of desire inside.
Chance held her gaze and then dropped his eyes down to her lips and then back up to meet her eyes. Zora shuddered but didn’t look away from his burning stare.
“You seem to be blocking the door,” he whispered, his warm breath flowing over her, covering her with heat.
“Apparently,” she mumbled. Her eyes moved down to hone in on the tease of golden flesh that peeked out from his shirt. And stayed there.
“Ms. Nicolette,” he murmured.
Zora flashed her eyes back up to his. “What did I say about calling me that?”
That damn grin was on his face. He wanted her to look at him. Those intense eyes of his stared unrelenting at her as she tried to regroup.
“Would you say something?” she pled.
Chance bent his arms and lowered himself until their mouths were millimeters apart. He lowered his sinfully thick lashes until his eyes were almost hidden from her gaze.
“Tell me to go home.” His words were low and raspy, as if he had been gargling with pebbles.