Romancing the Philippines

 How would you like to do something to help others AND get a great deal on a book at the same time? I have a sexy, sassy story, Take Me Like a Hurricane, in the anthology Coming Together; Through the Storm.  The proceeds from this book go to Mercy Corps, a group that aids with relief during natural disasters. 

We're using the storm theme to help victims of the recent typhoon in the Philippines. What a great way to extend a little love during this upcoming Valentine Day season! Send money for a good cause and enjoy a book you can read aloud to your sweetheart. Doesn't that sound romantic? I've just started reading it and love the stories already. Oh, it IS erotic fiction, so be prepared. Mwa-ha-ha!


Here's a tasty little excerpt from my story to enjoy:

It didn't dawn on her until she stepped out of the shower that she hadn't packed any pajamas. Of course, she expected to be sleeping alone so it didn't much matter. What to do now? The thought of parading in front of Jonathon stark naked gave her a chill. What would he do?

Whatever it was, it might be fun. It would be fun. He had a passionate nature, of that she was sure. But no, she couldn't give this poor man any more stress. He said he didn't have a girlfriend but who knew what else was going on in his life. She didn't need to throw herself at him. She poked her head around the door.

“Jonathon, could I borrow one of your t-shirts to sleep in? I forgot my pajamas.”

“Of course,” he said, gentleman that he was.

He put one in her outstretched hand and their fingers touched. There was that spark again. Surely he felt it too.

Hmmm. The shirt didn't come down too far past her ass, but it just covered the vital parts. She debated wearing underwear but couldn't bear the thought. Her body would be tucked away under the sheet anyway. She glanced at Jonathan as she walked over to her bed. He watched her. Not an obvious stare, but she knew he was looking.

“Roger, move,” she said, giving the Retriever a shove. He snuffled and stretched out further.

“Move.” She pushed him again.

“I don't think he's going to budge,” Jonathon said. “Why don't you take my bed while I shower and I'll try to dislodge him when I come out.”

Lesa sat on top of the blanket, then pulled out the sheet and settled in under. Jonathon had some movie playing on the television and she turned the volume up a little louder. A comedy. Good to know he liked those.

Where did that thought come from, she wondered? What did she care what he liked? He was only here to take care of his family and would be gone soon. She smelled Jonathon's scent on the pillow. Slightly sweaty but with a hint of a spicy aroma, the same one she'd noticed when they danced.

Her pulse sped up. Too long. It had been far too long since she'd smelled a man, since she'd buried her nose into his skin, or had tasted his salty sweat.

Jonathon came out of the bathroom and her heart beat faster. He was wearing his new shorts but no shirt. She noticed he hadn't bought underwear and strongly suspected he was going commando. He smiled at her as he towel-dried his hair. It looked delightfully sexy all mussed up.

“What is that smell? It's not the hotel shampoo, is it?” she asked.

“I guess it's my soap. I might forget to pack just about everything else but I always keep a bar of soap in my travel bag. I don't like what the hotels put out.”

No big surprise there.

As though reading her mind, he smiled at her again “I'm sure you think I'm the most fussy man straight man you've ever met. I really am not. There are certain things I like to have that make life a lot easier. Good soap, clean sheets and air conditioning are a few. Don't you have things you can't do without, things that give you such pleasure you miss them when they're gone?” he asked, heading over to the other bed.

She stopped herself in time before she blurted out sex.

“Okay Roger, you have to scoot now,” Jonathon said, giving the big dog a push.

Roger grunted and held fast.

“I could shove him off the bed, if you'd like, but I don't think he'll be very happy,” Jonathon said.

“Oh, just leave him be. He's quiet and relaxed. I'll manage to sleep around him.”

Lesa started to get up.

“Don't move. You look nice and cozy. How about I poor us a glass of wine? Sorry, a plastic cup of wine.”

“That would be nice.” Yes, it would. They would drink their wine and fall asleep. Sound asleep.

Not going to happen. He handed her the cup and the minute his fingers brushed against hers again she knew she had to have him. Apparently, he felt the same vibe. His eyes turned dark as the night sky and his nostrils flared. They locked gazes for a moment then he turned away.

“I'll just sit over here in the chair,” he said.

“No you won't. Come here.”

“I don't think that's a good idea.” He sat in the rolling chair by the desk.

Lesa got out of the bed and walked towards him. Even from across the room she heard his sharp intake of breath. The t-shirt really was very short and she didn't bother pulling it down. Her nipples were standing straight up, poking through the thin fabric.

Putting her hands on the arms of his chair, she leaned in close, an inch away from his face.

“Don't you find me attractive?”


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