Rush for Nook, iBooks, Google, & Kobo
Pleasure at Home #1
Placed third in the 2013 Abalone Awards
Miyuki Price-Jones knows what sells—and sex sells. Host of a successful home shopping show, Mi has all eyes on her—including one very obsessed ex convict. The stronger his obsession grows the more danger Mi finds herself in.
When former Navy SEAL turned bodyguard, Lucas Vega, is charged with heading up her security, Mi realizes that she might need him for more than just protection. She’s drawn to the large, sexy, quiet man who guards her. As the heat between them intensifies, Lucas struggles to keep his feelings for Mi separate from his need to keep her safe.
Mi and Lucas search for a way to trust each other as her stalker closes in. With their lives on the line, can two people with such dark and damaged pasts let go and trust their hearts?
~Excerpt from Rush~
God above, she wanted him.
Taking his hand, she slipped down from her barstool and drew him off his. Without a word, she towed him to the big bedroom at the end of the hall. When she’d imagined them together, she’d pictured them here in his big bed with the walls of windows. Stopping at the side of the bed, she turned to face him. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The city lights twinkling in the distance were the only illumination, but she could clearly make out his expression as his gaze roamed over her bare skin.
Damn, but she was beautiful, Lucas thought, shucking his shirt in one fluid motion. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She glowed. The golden light gilded her skin, like the statue of a goddess, the gentle slope of her breasts the only shadow. She reached for the button of her jeans. His eyes followed the motion. Then she was standing before him in nothing but the smallest scrap of lace. He wasted no time following suit, kicking off his shoes and shedding his jeans. He didn’t dare look away from her. If she were going to retreat from him, he’d have to find a way to convince her to stay.
He stood before her, bare in more ways than one, wanting nothing more than the feel of her skin on his. She moved toward him, her lips curved into a coy smile as though she knew she had all the power. And damned if she didn’t. She put her hands on him, rising up on her toes to smooth her palms over his pecs, across his shoulders, down his arms and back again. He shuddered and she repeated the motion, adding a sweet little purring sound that locked the breath in his throat.
“Touch me,” she begged.