Love can't be taught, but it can be unlearned #NewRelease The Hart Moment @PumpkinSpiceU2

I'm thrilled to welcome back the delightful Mary Billiter, writing as Pumpkin Spice, with her latest Evernight Release, The Hart Moment

The Hart Moment

By Pumpkin Spice

RELEASE DATE: February 12, 2016

Evernight Publishing
 Heat Level: 2

About THE HART MOMENT

Love can't be taught, but it can be unlearned.

When Associate Professor Stella Greene lost her mentor on Valentine's Day, she also lost her way both professionally and romantically. Her academic career, and her desire to love again, stagnated.

Pete Hart’s doctorate degree in cinema and art history gives him an eye for detail and an appreciation for beauty. When Pete and Stella’s paths cross, they realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to one another.

But can even the patience and persistence of Dr. Hart withstand the distance Stella’s pain places between them? Can love be relearned? Or will Pete have to take matters into his own hands to claim Stella’s heart?

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Excerpt:

We barely set foot in his apartment before shoes were kicked off, coats peeled away, his sweater was shed, and I think he was almost out of his jeans when he realized that maybe things were moving too fast. In a white cotton t-shirt and his button fly jeans open, his gray-blue eyes shone in the moonlight.

His gaze then held mine as he walked toward me and started to unbutton my silk blouse. It slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor. Pete waited while I unzipped my jeans, and then we both stepped out of our jeans together. I stood before him in a black lace bra and pink cotton low-rise panties that had “Wednesday” stamped on the fabric.

He raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “I’m kind of into days of the week.”

He tried not to laugh.

I lightly whacked him on the shoulder. “Hey! It keeps me on track.”

“And clearly that’s important.”

“Well, it can be.” I crossed my arms over my chest and suddenly felt very naked.

Pete moved toward me. And I moved away in equal measure.

“I think it’s cute.”

I held up a finger. “I’ll have you know that days of the week panties are not easy to find.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth I cringed.

“There may be a good reason for that,” Pete said and burst out laughing.

I bit the inside of my mouth to stop from laughing, but it didn’t work. I started giggling.

“Come here,” Pete waved me toward him. “Come here, Wednesday.”

“Oh, har-har.”

I stepped back from him, keeping my eyes firmly on his. The excitement glittering back at me intensified my desire.

“If you think Wednesday looks good, you should see Thursday…” I tried to sound seductive when really there wasn’t anything sexy about cotton panties or the days of the week stamped on them, but I only had so much to work with. Then I saw the movies posters in his front room, and I instantly knew what do to.

Stripper Gypsy Rose Lee had less to work, but made more with what she had. She was the woman that literally put the “tease” in “striptease”. Gypsy was one movie I knew Pete would have seen and one role I knew I could pull off.

“And Friday … oh you should see Friday’s panties…” I slowly glided my bra off my shoulders with my fingertips without revealing anything significant.

Pete’s eyes roamed my body, and I savored the seduction. I turned my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my bare back to him. Sliding the bra off, I covered my breasts with one hand and faced him. With my other hand, I twirled my bra on my index finger. Pete was my captive audience.

I dropped my hand that held my breasts, pulled back the elastic band on my bra and aimed it like a slingshot.

“Saturday’s panty is pretty saucy, too. It has lace.” I released the bra. It lobbed in the air and then fell, missing my mark.

Pete reached up and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me toward him. “You talk too much.”

My breasts playfully bounced and pressed against his firm chest. He wrapped his other arm around the small of my back, his fingertips grazing my skin. The force between us electrified, always simmering below the surface, too powerful to deny when we collided. His lips commandeered mine, and my need for him built and screamed for release.

He grabbed my arm and led me to his bedroom. He braced my fall when he leaned us down onto his bed. His unshaven cheek grazed against my neck in an oddly rough, yet subtly seductive way. Everything Pete did, was, and said created a fiery passion in me so strong I had to dig my nails into his back just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Our bodies brushed, and our breathing grew heavier.

He rocked back to pull off his t-shirt, and I deeply inhaled the cologne I sensed he sprayed in the center of his chest. I pulled him down and crushed him against my taut nipples. Hell, yeah.

His lips kissed and bit my neck. My body waited. Anticipation grew for what I craved now more than ever. He pulled my panties to the side and looked at me.

Damn. His eyes always got to me. They flashed with a mixture of mischievousness and caution as they drank me in. Without uttering a word, his eyes waited for permission. I had the control.

I coyly grinned and opened myself to him.

He reached into the drawer of his nightstand. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, slid the sheath over his cock, and dove into me. I moaned and tried to remember how to breathe all at the same time. God, he feels good. His pace and intensity slowed. He waited for me to catch up to him. I need more. His hands caressed my thighs.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper into me.

A low groan rose from his throat. “Stella…” Powerful gray-blue eyes locked onto mine. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

But I wasn’t even close to being ready. I slowed down my pace and looked up at him. “Then let’s play around the world.”

He looked at me, trying to make sense of the sudden shift.

“You know, a trip around our bodies exploring all the different spots.”

About The Author

Mary Billiter, Writing as Pumpkin Spice, For Evernight Publishing:

Mary Billiter is the author of seven works of fiction, including four under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.” Pumpkin Spice's debut novel — Scarlett Hood & the Hunter — was an Editor’s Pick and nominated by readers as a finalist in the 2015 Third Annual Evernight Readers' Choice Awards. Her Amāre Tales is her fairy tale line & her favorite place to write about! It’s based in Amāre, where love isn’t just the town’s namesake, it’s a way of life. Add in a little spice & you've got a good romance and new way of telling a classic tale!

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New #NaughtyFairyTale Goldie Locks and the Three Brothers Bear by @PumpkinSpiceU2 @evernightpub

I love a good naughty fairy tale 
— They're Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups

Please Welcome back the lovely Pumpkin Spice with the second installment in the The Amāre Tales Series

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,
Catch a Bear by the toe,
if he hollers,
don’t let him go…
Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear

About GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The Amāre Tales
Heat Level: 3

In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Goldie Locks unexpectedly meets the three brothers Bear, she soon discovers that oldest brother, Dylan, is charming, but too passive. Youngest brother, Camden is attractive, but much too aggressive. But the middle brother, Hayden, with his brooding eyes, delicious body and keen sense of timing, well he’s just right.


 
 

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Excerpt:

Goldie sat with her legs crisscrossed just like the stack of firewood, and I sat opposite her. She handed me my wine glass, and I tilted it toward hers.

“To mistaken homes, mismanaged meals, and mishaps at midnight,” I said.

She threw her head back and laughed. Her beautiful, swollen lips curved into a smile. “To better endings.” Our glasses briefly chimed against one another.

When she drank, wine dripped down her chin. I leaned over and gently dabbed the streak from her face. “Should I take you to the ER?”

She shook her head. “Trauma.”

“The trauma unit?” My voice sounded as hysterical as I suddenly felt.

She grinned and sucked in her bottom lip. “Swollen lips are typically caused by trauma to the mouth.”

“I didn't mean to, you know, punch you. I was aiming for the door.”

“Well, if you can’t share a concussion with your loved one, what can you share?”

“I caused a concussion?” My tone had moved from hysterical to frenzied.

Goldie erupted into laughter. She held her side and started to sway again. Her honey-colored wine sloshed back and forth in her goblet like liquid gold.

“Are you all right?” I said and nervously laughed, which only made her laugh harder. “You don’t really have a concussion, do you?”

She held her glass toward me. I quickly placed my glass on the ledge of the fireplace and grabbed hers. As soon as she was free of her wineglass, she leaned over and broke out into, what could only be described as a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, okay, I get it.” I placed her glass on the fire place beside mine. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Make fun of the guy who punched you. Nice.”

At that comment, she only laughed harder. She stopped momentarily to point her finger at me and widen her beautiful green eyes. “You did! You punched me!”

I shook my head. “It was an accident.”

But more laughter ensued. She barely came up for air when she looked at me with her purple, bruised lips, and then I began laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But those lips. Not so sexy.”

She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the glass fireplace screen and howled. “Oh, my gosh! I look awful!”

“I know! You do!”

She leaned into me, and I leaned against her until we were laughing so hard we collapsed back on the blanket. We could barely breathe. With our hands on our stomachs, trying to catch our breath the fire warmed my feet and Goldie’s laughter still seemed to echo in my ears.

“Well, this was probably the worst date night of my life,” I said staring at the high ceiling in her house that looked like pixie dust had been scattered across it. It sparkled and shone like stars in the evening sky. Everything in Goldie’s house was magical.

Goldie elbowed me. “Ah, get over it, Bear. This was a great night. How many times do you get to hit on your brother’s date?” She elbowed me again—only harder. “I mean, literally.”

“Ah, thanks, Locks.” I turned my head to her. “Didn’t think I could feel any worse about my night.” But she was grinning so wildly it was devastatingly cute. I shook my head and rolled my eyes for good measure.

She leaned over and kissed me quickly.

I playfully wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. “Ew, get those big lips off me.”

She attempted to swat my arm, but I grabbed her wrist before she made contact. I raised an eyebrow. “Gotta be faster than that, Goldie. Us Bears are quick when we smell honey.” I leaned toward her and started flirtatiously sniffing her neck. Her head turned toward my nose.

“Oh, that tickles.” She wiggled beside me.

“This?” I said coyly panting and snorting like a big bear. She twisted and giggled, but couldn’t get away because I still held her wrist. I continued to huff and puff like a hungry bear, but the smell of nectar on her neck, the warmth of her skin against mine, and the fire crackling and snapping before us was like a hot command for passion. All the elements were in place including my desire that drove my mouth to nibble her delicate earlobe.

She stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”

My tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and champagne.

“I don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”

I didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.

“If you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”

I think I stopped breathing. Game on.

I slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me, and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she shook her head.

“No,” she said. “Rip it.”

About Pumpkin Spice

Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction. Her Amāre Tale line debuted October 2015 with "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" through Evernight Publishing. "Scarlett Hood & The Hunter" was selected as both an Editor’s Pick and Readers’ Choice Finalist for 2015.

In December 2015, "My Midnight Cowboy" was included in Red Moon Romance's much anticipated "The Naughty List" anthology.

This February, just in time for Valentine’s Day, her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to each other will release February 12 through Evernight Publishing.

So turn up the heat and let it crank! There's no better time than now to add a little spice to your life.

Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer. 

  

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New Release - Scarlett Hood and the Hunter [The Amāre Tales] @PumpkinSpiceU2 #naughtyfairytales

SCARLETT HOOD & THE HUNTER

The Amāre Tales 
by 
Pumpkin Spice

Release Date: October 19, 2015

About SCARLETT HOOD & THE HUNTER – The Amāre Tales

Classic Tale, New Twist…

In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Scarlett Hood discovers that her grandmother’s retirement fund has been targeted by the wolf of Wall Street, Bernie Wolfe, the photo journalist realizes she will need more than her telephoto lens to take him down. She’ll need help. 

Help arrives in the unlikely Jack Hunter, the local bean farmer, who struck it rich only to lose his golden crop to Wolfe. Now working for the Security & Exchange Commission (SEC), Jack is on the hunt to bring down Wolfe and Giant Investment Services. Nothing—not even his unbridled attraction to Scarlett—will keep him from tackling the man who stole his grandmother’s land and put him out of business. Can Scarlett Hood and Jack Hunter team up together to bring down one of Amāre’s worst villains and find their own happily ever after?

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I clapped my hands together and practically scared Scarlett into a sitting position. “Okay, so I guess it’s time we get you cleaned up.”

She shook her head, and a mess of crimson spirals moved haphazardly across her fair face. “Oh, ouch.” She reached up and touched the back of her head.

I was instantly at her side. “Lie back down.” She gently slid on the couch. “Crap. Maybe you have a concussion.” I looked behind me at the front door, but I knew Granny had already left. I carefully sat beside Scarlett and moved a wayward lock away from her face. I leaned over and started feeling behind the back of her head. I felt her eyes on me as I groped her head like I was checking a watermelon for freshness. I really wasn’t sure what I was doing because suddenly touching Scarlett sent my senses into overload. Her hair was soft and silky between my fingers. I slowed down my rhythm and gently massaged her scalp. A low murmur escaped her lips. I quickly glanced at her, and her eyes were closed. I wanted to lean over and kiss her perfectly plump lips, but I returned my focus to her head where my hands wove through her wild hair that was a wonderland of richness. Even though she was soaked in wine, her head smelled like lavender. Now when I looked again at her, she looked up at me and smiled.

“I don’t feel any bumps?” I asked as more of a question than a statement.

Scarlett’s deep, husky laugh rose to my ears like an aphrodisiac that sent a signal to my brain and straight to my jeans as if she had suddenly cupped my cock. Her laughter was that enticing. It spiked a primal desire to have her beneath me with her mouth wrapped around my cock, which was beginning to grow as fast as my field of bean stocks.

I quickly shook my head and jerked away from her as if from a hot flame. “Yup,” I said brushing my hands together and trying to shake free from the heat that radiated between us. “I think you’re A-okay. Okay-dokay.”

She looked up at me, and her faint green eyes questioned me. “What happened?”

I shrugged. “Nothing. Just taking Granny’s orders to get you cleaned up. So let’s get moving and get you ready.” I hiked my thumb toward where I imagined the bathroom was located. “I’ll start the shower, run a bath, or grab a bucket of water from the well.” I scratched my head. “I’m not sure if there’s running water out here. But no matter.” I snapped. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” I pointed to Scarlett. “To get you freshened up.” Who am I? I sounded like some jingle writer for a feminine hygiene commercial.

Scarlett shook her head. “But Granny won’t be back for at least an hour.”

I nodded. “Yes, but she left me in charge to get you cleaned up.”

Scarlett slightly raised her hips off the couch, and her yellow skirt fell forward to reveal sheer panties that were streaked red. But even stained in wine, it was clear to see that Scarlett was a true redhead.

“I don’t think I should move in my condition,” she said with a coy look on her face. “Could you help me, Jack?”

I swallowed hard and looked at the tiniest, barely-there V-shaped panty that was held together by thin, pink, spaghetti-like straps that hugged Scarlett’s narrow hips. I wanted to gnaw them off with my teeth to get to the strip of hair that was tucked beneath the sexy sheer. Instead, I held Scarlett in my gaze.

“Maybe you hit your head too hard?” I said trying to maintain some semblance of control, trying to be the good guy, trying to remember that we just met. Trying to get a handle on a situation that was suddenly moving too fast, too soon, and yet felt so right, which made no sense at all.

Scarlett rolled her head from side-to-side. Locks of her hair swayed in a truly mesmerizing, hypnotic fashion. “Jack, Jack, Jack. You over-think things way too much. If this Wolfe guy really is so bad and I really was in harm’s way then you just came and rescued me.” She looked up at me, and in that look I could have shot my load.

“Shouldn’t we be living in the moment?” Her voice dripped with sex appeal, and my mind and body stopped working together. “Shouldn’t we forget what’s behind us and start moving forward? I’m not usually this way, but tonight hasn’t gone anywhere like I had planned. I met some Wolfe in the woods. I knew he was bad news, I knew that, but I didn’t listen to my gut.”

For a moment anger flashed across her face. “I should have listened to my first instinct. But I didn’t.” She shook her head. “I did what was expected of me. I shared my dessert. I played nice.”

Her hands were in her lap, and she opened them like she was releasing a bomb. “And then because of my kindness, I got knocked out by you, and now you tell me that Blue may have lost everything?” Her voice dropped like she was about to cry. “If we can’t save what Blue lost…”

Scarlett placed both of her hands over her chest, and in that moment I could tell that what she needed. What she wanted wasn’t necessarily me, but some retreat, some reprieve, some form of escapism from everything that had just happened. And if I could give her thirty minutes, though I hoped much longer, of total release, what was the harm?

About Pumpkin Spice:

Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction.

Her next Amāre Tale, also offered by Evernight Publishing, “Goldie Locks & The Brothers Bear” will turn another classic and give it a naughty spin just in time to make it a November to remember!

Evernight Publishing will also debut her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” that focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their sexual attraction to each other.

This November, readers will be in for a treat when “My Midnight Cowboy” will be tucked in stockings for Red Moon Romance’s “The Naughty List” anthology.

Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer. 

Visit her website

Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com

Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2