His Muse

On vacation in the tropical paradise of St. Lucia…
Martin and Abby never intended to meet anyone while they were away. Circumstance, however, pushes them together in spite of their expectations. With an entire vacation week with nothing to do but spend time together, Martin and Abby forge a connection unlike anything either had felt before. With Abby’s conservative nature and Martin’s refusal to be the player he had once been, the couple keeps themselves physically apart…until they can’t.
They collide into a friction that sparks a blazing need to stay together. Keeping the heat alive from opposite ends of the country, though, may prove too difficult. Distance and circumstance become very ugly words in this couple’s vocabulary.

I get to see what’s under your robe?” He grinned wickedly as he reached for the
giggled and turned away. “Not yet! I have to finish my wine first. You should
have thought of that before you poured me a glass,” she said laughing wickedly
at the look on his face.
groaned and dropped his head back on the couch, but then he got an ornery look
on his face. He sat up and guzzled the last of his wine. He took her glass from
her and tipped back the remainder of hers, too, sounding a refreshed “ahh”
through his smile.
she said, laughing with him.
Wine’s not an issue,” he grinned at her. “Show me.”
laughing a bit, she stood up and walked across the room from him. He stayed in
his spot on the couch and waited for her to drop the robe. Like the seductress
that she was, she stood there for a long moment, her makeup subtle-sexy and her
beautiful auburn hair in a messy, wavy up-sweep.
did nothing but look at him with heated eyes. She too-slowly reached for the
belt and then stopped. She toyed with the ends of the terry-cloth rope that
held the fabric closed around her.
know you’re killing me over here, right?” he asked, loving her playful side.
we can’t have that,” she said, pulling the belt loose but leaving the robe
firmly closed around her body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
did mention the death part, right?” he said, laughing. “I’m more than
ready, Abby. Show me.”
say I didn’t warn you…” and with that, she opened the robe and let it fall to
the floor. Martin gaped at the sight in front of him. Never in his life, ever,
had he seen anything so unbelievably sexy as what he saw in front of him in
that moment. He must have inadvertently made a deal with the devil in order to
have that in the room with him. She was absolutely, sinfully provocative. 
eyes raked down her body, pausing at every sexy, delicious curve. She wore a
deep emerald corset with wickedly erotic black lace trim. The bodice hugged her
ribs tightly and tucked her already tiny waist into a perfect hourglass center.
The satin flared back out to accent her hips in a way that made him want to
worship at her feet.
as if that weren’t enough, the bottom rim of ribbon and lace held black garters
that traced sexy lines down to black thigh-highs. Those alluring sheer hose
hugged her legs with a lace border that nearly danced around the soft, creamy
skin of her thighs. His eyes traveled back up to rest on her full breasts
straining against the satin laced up to a bow between them.
exaggerated curves were even more accented by a wisp of hair that waved down
her neck and nestled in her substantial cleavage. He noticed one last detail
around her hips. A scant strip of lace served as panties. She obviously put
those on over the garters. He could strip them off and leave her in the corset
and thigh-highs if he wanted to.
Sweet. God. He wanted to.
was the only word he could think to say as he walked the length of the room in
about four long strides. His hands gripped around her ribs and he could feel
the heat of their skin reacting through the satin and ribbings. He jerked her
forward that way, her whole body following the constraints of the corset. She
fell into him hard and let her hands rest at his chest.
was no longer laughing with her playfully. Now he was so sexed-out he was ready
to throw her down and take her hard. She looked at him with wide, expecting
eyes, wanting the same thing. He hoped she was expecting the animal side of
him, because that’s exactly where she took him the minute she dropped her robe.
grabbed her by the hair as he searched her mouth with his desperate tongue. His
other hand gripped at her back, bottom and shoulder with the full strength of
his desire. She was the only woman to evoke this kind of passion from deep
within, and he couldn’t turn it off. He jerked her hair back again to give
himself access to her neck.
I love a good love
story. I reread the first kiss a few times before I read on…even in my own
books. That moment gets me every time no matter how often I revisit that
beautiful connection. I dive into every story to the point where I have so many
fictional boyfriends that I can’t keep track of them all.
the world of reality, I have a loving and tolerant husband who smiles and rolls
his eyes every time I tell him about my latest fictional love affair. I have
two autistic pre-teen boys who keep me on my toes. I have
a psychotic Golden Retriever (I was told those don’t exist…) and a cat that
rules our house. I used to be the queen. Our regal feline has usurped my throne
and demoted me to Prime Minister.
studied English/Journalism at Miami University in Ohio, have a Master’s Degree
in Secondary Education from the University of Dayton and I spent five years
teaching even more personality-rich pre-teens. For some sick reason, I actually
enjoyed teaching junior high. Now as a stay-at-home mom, I’m clinging to that
status by throwing my hat in the author’s ring and hoping I get to keep it there.


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