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Eli’s got the world by the short and curlies. Top salesperson for the hippest graphic technology company on the planet, starlets pursue him, directors court him, the rich and powerful befriend him. Then his boss hires the animation talent of the century, a pint-sized nymph, and he’s flabbergasted by his reaction to her.
Stephanie falls in crush with Eli the day they meet. He’s everything she’s not, popular, charismatic, and sexier than any Hollywood hunk. Years of sickness and chemo leaves her uncomfortable with her peers and buff guys like Eli, and when he flirts with every woman except her, jealousy and insecurity make her angry and hostile.
They go toe to toe on every project, and both say things they regret, until finally they hook up with disastrous results. Convinced he ‘nailed’ her because of a dare, Stephanie refuses to have any contact with him afterward, but she still yearns for him.
Stephanie and Eli end up together alone on a PR tour for the company’s first animated release, a movie set to be the next family-oriented blockbuster. The ‘morning after’ the original imprints of Valentine Voodoo disappear, and the primary suspect is Eli.
Has he used her to establish an alibi?
Genre: Contemporary Romantic SuspensePurchase links: Amazon ARe Smashwords Kobo
Content/Theme(s): Wine country, Voodoo dolls, Movie launch, Murder
Release Date: February 6, 2014
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Stephanie talked Eli out of a taking a cab to the hotel.
It had been the most perfect day of her life and she didn’t want it to end.
They strolled hand in hand at a leisurely pace and she grimaced when their destination came into sight. It hadn’t felt like five uphill blocks. When they neared the lobby’s gleaming brass doors, the streetlights came on. The tiny cable car on her wrist glistened silvery white on her wrist. She fingered the delicate charm and couldn’t prevent a smile. Eli didn’t know it, but this was her very first gift from a man who was not her father.
He hadn’t been repulsed or disgusted by her Hodgkin’s. And he hadn’t treated her like a leper. Or even any differently than he had before. Correction. He had been openly affectionate to the max. Kissing her fingers, massaging her neck, and playing with her hair.
After her second remission, she had decided to grab life by the horns. Made a bucket list and set about methodically crossing each point off. Lose her virginity. Get comfortable with her body. Become a sexual person. Have too much wine. Learn how to masturbate. Ugh. She still hadn’t mastered that one. She and the vibrator she’d purchased once she had moved out on her own had definitely not learned to like each other.
Her first sexual encounter had not been thrilling. Quick. Painful. Awkward. After meeting Eli, she’d realized what had been missing.
That pitting feeling in the bottom of her stomach every time he even so much as neared her. The way her pulse spiked when she got a whiff of his aftershave. The vivid fantasies she wove every lonesome night in her bed. For the first time in her life, her clitoris functioned like a normal woman’s. Like now she was all tingly and wet and empty.
It would happen tonight, and she had no intention of fumbling it this time. This time she was prepared. After Christmas she’d bought every tome on the market about women and sexuality, about men and their sexuality. She had the steps for a blowjob from the book, He Comes Second, memorized .
“Hey.” Eli brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Come back to me.”
She grinned at him and squeezed the fingers twined with hers.
“What were you thinking about? You had this Madonna smile.”
Go for it Stephanie Lauren Grant. “Blowjobs.”
Right then the crowds milling around the lobby went quiet.
His jaw sagged. He glanced around and urged her to the elevator.
Ouch. Stephanie cringed. Why? Why had everyone picked that moment to shut up?
“Did I hear right?” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath tickled her lobe.
The elevator dinged. The doors opened. He swept her to one side.
Heat suffused her face. Her nipples pebbled. She drenched her lacey thongs.
A barrage of men, women, and children barreled past them.
He wrapped an arm around her and then led her into the mirrored boxy transporter. For long seconds, they were alone. She tiptoed, cupped a hand over his ear, and whispered, “Blowjobs. I was thinking about blowjobs. And FYI, I’m on the pill. We don’t need condoms.”
His grip on her waist pinched. Hard. His eyes glittered dark charcoal, the pupils round and dilated, and his nostrils flared. He looked about to burst out of his skin. “I’m done for.”
She loved the tight set of his mouth, the low rumbled growl, the way he stared at her like a hawk circling prey. She had no doubt. He wanted her. Bad.
People piled into the elevator. She checked his groin. Oh man. He was erect. Waaaay erect. She did that to him. Stephanie scooted in front of him and he pressed her back to his chest.
“Four please,” she muttered and the elderly man nearest to the buttons pressed her floor number.
“I’m on six,” he said, sotto voce.
“Not tonight, you’re not,” she declared keeping her voice low.
It took forever for them to reach her floor. She dug into her purse and found her hotel keycard.
His hand in the small of her back, he guided her down the shadowed hallway, the only sound the soft shushing of their steps on the plush carpet. When they reached her room, he took the card from her, and swiped it over the lock.
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