Welcome to the Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving
Blog Hop and Giveaway!
I'd like to wish my southern neighbours a Happy Thanksgiving. Up here in Canada we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October so any reason to have another feast sounds good to me.
To celebrate I'll be giving away a $10 Amazon card (or if the winner prefers a GC from All Romance eBooks) as prize #1 and readers choice of my backlist to winner #2. I'll choose the winners at random on the 5th of December and announce them on the 6th. Please leave a comment and an email address so I can reach you if you are chosen as the winner.
Happy Thanksgiving and thanks to Natasha Blackthorne for being such a wonderful host. There's also a FACEBOOK EVENT where several of the authors will be popping in intermittently sharing excerpts and more flash giveaways.
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Speaking of excerpts, let's heat things up a little bit.
Although air conditioning is the last thing we need to think about with the snow on the ground out there and the dreaded wind chill, this excerpt features the deliciously handsome Billy Maas—AC repairman extraordinaire from erotic romance Hard and Fast. I hope it warms you up.
Here's the blurb:
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realizes she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.
An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Joss woke up early the next morning, too sticky and hot to remain in bed and called the superintendent about the air conditioning. She’d been trying to get it to work since she’d returned and now that she needed it, it wouldn’t even turn on.
This apartment had been hers and Pasha’s for years. They’d kept it even while they’d been stationed in LA, so they’d have a place to stay when they were in town—or a place to come back to if things hadn’t worked out.
On the way to the kitchen, Joss paused to open Pasha’s bedroom door. It was bright and beautiful just like Pash. Joss took a deep breath. It even smelled like Pash.
After taking a cool shower, she put on a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts as she puttered around, unpacking from the trip to Hawaii and her sister’s wedding that she’d been neglecting.
There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be the super. Her building was a secured one, so folks couldn’t come and go without being buzzed in. But when she opened the door, it was most certainly not the manager. Instead she met the amazing blue eyes of the man that had occupied her thoughts all night long.
His handsomely rugged features showed surprise as well. The corner of his mouth turned up boyishly. His gaze skimmed over her scant clothing, heating her up again. In a smooth, smug gesture he leaned against the doorjamb.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joss commented, amused.
“Did you call for a service, ma’am…?”
Joss snorted at his choice of words and he turned five shades of red then began to back track and trip all over his tongue to correct himself.
“I meant a service man, ma’am. Er…aw, fer fuck! Oh, shit, again, I’m sorry.”
Finally he just hung his head. Joss waited until he peered up at her through his lashes. He was too cute.
“Did my friends put you up to this? You’re not like a male stripper or something on the side, are you?””
“No. I’m here to repair your AC unit. Your super let me up. I had no idea who lived here.”
Shaking her head at the impossibility of it all, she stepped back and let him in.
“This way,” she said, very aware of him at her back. Visions of him doing the most delicious things to her body invaded her mind, as they had last night while she’d tried to sleep.
Jesus Christ, this could have been the fantasy he’d imagined in bed last night, except for the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. In his dreams he was the coolest. But as he followed her down the hall, he forgot all about his flub when he became entranced by the sway of her hips and her long tanned legs. Not to mention the severe cut of her shorts, barely covering the most shapely arse he’d ever had the pleasure of pursuing. His dick twitched. God, she was absolutely stunning. Luscious, he thought, and that wasn’t a word, he’d ever applied to any chick.
“Right in here.”
“Whoo, it is warm in here. How long have you been without it?” he asked concentrating on what he knew calmed his nerves.
“I noticed it when I arrived home and have been complaining to my super since. I’ve been out of town until recently, as you know. I’ve missed most of the heat wave, but now that I need it, nothing.” She twisted the dial to demonstrate.
“Hmm, the last couple of days about every one I’ve seen to has been frozen up.
The problem stems from being cranked on full bore for so many days straight. But that’s obviously not the case here.” Billy popped off the casing exposing the inner workings.
The phone rang.
Billy watched her leave and chuckled at himself. When was the last time he’d made a fool of himself over a woman?
As soon as he heard her answer the phone, he got back to work, diagnosing the problem, by process of elimination, the most common problems with that particular model first.
“Sure, I’ll send them to you right away, Tom,” she said, re-entering the room with a mobile phone to her ear. She then sat her amazing arse in an office chair in front of a desktop computer and turned it on. It started to boot up, but then the whirring sound came to a grinding and abrupt stop.
“Oh, shit! What happened?” She looked over at Billy.
How should he know? But he went over to see if he could help anyway.
“Here, try to reset,” he suggested, pushing the tiny button below the power start.
“Who’s that?” Billy was close enough that he heard the man on the other end of the phone. She must have known it was overloud too. Her gaze shot to his. He wondered if it was a boyfriend and belatedly he checked her left hand for a wedding band. It was bare.
“The AC repairman is here.” When the computer made no attempt to re-boot she said, “Ya know anything about computers too, Tech-Co?”
Billy viewed past her lovely bare legs and replied, “Maybe you have a loose connection or something?” Intentionally he placed his hand on her bare knee as he ducked under, taking his penlight out of his shirt pocket.
“I’ll let you go for now, Tom. If we can get this stupid thing up and running, I’ll send you those documents. If not, I’ll drop off the hard copies round to you tomorrow.”
Billy checked all the cables and connections. Everything seemed as it should be.
“Uhh, no, that’s not necessary.”
Billy noted a change in her voice. Not so cordial now.
“I said it’s fine. No. I can handle it. I’ll get those to you as soon as I can. Goodbye.” She ended the call abruptly.
Billy made sure to brush against her as he came out from under the desk. “All looks good down there.”
She held his gaze as the double entendre hung between them. He hit the power button again, but still nothing.
“Well, what’s next I wonder? They say these things happen in threes. The air conditioning, now this?” She rolled her eyes.
“Well, let me at least get your AC going. You’ll be cooler in no time and then all these other mishaps will be easier to contend with.”
Billy went back to the unit and tested the main power with his handy voltage detector. Then on a hunch he passed it over the wall outlet. The stick beeped, indicating it had power.
“It would seem the unit is fried.”
“What? How? I haven’t even been here.”
“Here, let me check your computer.” Again, the outlet had juice but not the computer. Even though it had attempted to start, it was dead now.
“Have you used any of your other appliances since you’ve been home? TVs? Is your fridge working?”
“The fridge is, but I haven’t watched any television.” She got up and Billy followed. She had a nice place—all high-end stuff.
In the kitchen, Billy suggested the microwave. She poured a cup of coffee and placed it into the machine, then hit start. It also did not work.
Baffled, she looked to him.
“That bad storm we had a week ago, maybe?”
“I was at a wedding out of town.”
“Oh, well, the power was out sporadically all over town. I’d say there was a power surge when the utilities came back on and some of your appliances got zapped. You should really unplug things if you’re not using them. Especially when you’re going to be away. There’s no need for them to be plugged in. You should also invest in some surge protectors. Especially for your computer.”
“I have ‘em. It’s not a big deal and they’re not expensive. Not compared to what it’ll cost you now to replace all this stuff. You got content insurance?”
“Yes. So all my stuff is junk?”
“Well, the air conditioning unit came with the place. At least that’s not my problem.”
“No, but it might be hard for your super to replace at the moment. There’s not an air conditioner to be had for miles. Every time there’s a heat wave people buy them up.”
“Well, shit! At least the coffee maker and the fridge made it and I can use my laptop.”
“Let me see what I’ve got in the van. Maybe I can help you out.”
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.” She wiped her forehead.
“You seem like you can tolerate the heat better than most.”
“Ha,” she laughed softly. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. I’m just as hot as the next person.”
“I’ll say.” Billy grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
* * * *
Joss buzzed the smoldering repairman back in. He let himself into the apartment, a cell phone to his ear.
“The two-four-AC-B-seven. I’ll need a condenser and maybe a fan. Let me know.” He ended the call. “He’s gonna get back to me. I’ve got my trusty power detector.” He jiggled it between two fingers.
“It looks like a flat pen.”
“I guess it does,” he agreed.
”What does it do?” she asked, eyeing it.
“When you touch it to a live wire or something that has power running through it, it will light up and beep. You want to see what else isn’t working. Maybe make a list, then when you call your insurance company, you’ll be prepared?”
“Sure,” she said, dejected. It was one more thing she didn’t want to deal with right now. “Want a cup of coffee?” she offered, taking hers out of the microwave.
“Isn’t it a little hot for coffee?”
“Yes, but I need it.”
“Sure,” he decided with a shrug.
Joss poured him one then joined him in the living area. She passed him a cup.
Once he’d accepted it, he looked directly at her, sending her pulse pounding again.
“Thanks. The TV in here is cooked too.”
“Great,” she said in a clipped tone.
Following him to the next room, she couldn’t help but watch the play of muscle as his blue shirt pulled across his broad shoulders. Continuing her bold perusal, she admired the slim cut of his waist, down to the tight roundness of his butt. Oh yeah, he was built. Other than some tension-filled awkwardness as he went through her bedroom, they made it back to Joss’ office.
The repairman was about to set the coffee cup down on the desk but he fumbled it. The cup hit the keyboard, bounced, splattered hot coffee all the way up his chest then fell to the floor.
“Shit!” he cursed.
“Take your shirt off,” Joss yelled in a panic. She ran to the kitchen for some paper towel and a dishrag. But when she got back to the room and saw him without his shirt, cleaning up the mess was the furthest thing from her mind.
After tossing the roll of paper onto the desk, she took the towel and began to blot his chest, wiping the sexy black swirling tribal tattoo that began on his upper arm, spread to his left shoulder and ended on his chest. He was jacked—muscles bulging and flexing everywhere. With a body like that he must work out like a mad man. Belatedly, she realized she’d wrapped her other hand possessively around his bicep as she dried him off with the other.
Billy seemed to relax, the tension leaving his body. With deliberate slowness, he splayed his fingers low on her back, almost touching her bum.
All of a sudden he seemed to tower over her. She felt small. Her breathing turned shallow and co-mingled with his.
“Are you all right?” she asked, but it came out as a whisper.
Placing his free hand on her opposite hip, he then bent his head as if he might kiss her but hesitated, silently asking permission.
Joss wanted it more than anything.
“How old are you, Tech-Co?” she asked, her voice still evading her.
The new husky timbre to his voice went right through her. But she was aware enough to realize he’d sidestepped her question. She waited him out.
“Don’t lie to me, Billy, that won’t help your cause.”
“Twenty-five. Josslynn,” he added, letting her know that he’d already learned her name, most likely from the super.
“Just Joss,” she responded distractedly.
Anything over twenty-two was good enough for her. She leaned toward him and he captured her lips in a searing kiss. A mewling sound escaped her as his grip tightened and he pulled her body into his. He was so hard, all over. She molded her front to his, boldly rubbing her pelvis against his erection. The gesture dragged a growl from deep in his chest, thrilling her.
Joss dropped the towel so that both of her hands were free to explore his incredible body. Going under her shirt, Billy spanned his palms across her back. He exhaled hotly into her mouth as he tangled his tongue with hers. He was now fully aware that she was not wearing a bra, but instead of exploring her breasts as she expected, he slid his palms over her skin and dipped into her sleep shorts. He cupped her bum before angling her even more securely to his hard cock. They rocked and ground into one another until their harsh breathing filled the room.
All of a sudden everything went very fast. They fought over his zipper.
“Do you have a condom?” Joss panted.
“Wallet, back pocket,” he said, his square jaw tight.
Joss reached into his back pocket and held up the billfold for him to retrieve it. She wasn’t about to rifle through his wallet.
He produced the foil packet. Joss snatched it from his hand then ripped it open. As she fitted it over the swollen head, Billy pushed her hands away and rolled it the rest of the way on.
In a hurry now, Joss backed him toward the loveseat behind them, his trousers around his ankles. The moment the backs of his knees hit the cushions, he toppled downwards. Joss pushed at her shorts and let them fall, then straddled Billy’s lap. He scooched down, holding his distended cock in position for her to just lower herself onto it. But first, she took hold and rubbed it against her wet pussy, spreading the lush moisture around. Then she sank down slowly, allowing her inner walls to become accustomed to his size. She placed her hands on his shoulder for support.
Joss watched Billy’s face as she filled herself with him, his features a combination of ecstasy and pain.
Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. He was buried to the hilt in this
In an attempt to slow things down, he gripped her slim hips, but a tiny spasm rocked them both. Joss clamped her knees to his hips and ground her pussy against him. His balls tightened, just as her cunt began to quiver and squeeze him.
“Ohhh, Billy, ohhh…” she cried.
“Fuck! Hunhhh, Josslynn. Oh, baby!” he responded, his hips bucking, he emptied into the rubber.
Josslynn collapsed, burying her face into his neck. Glorious little ripples of latent arousal gripped her and transferred to him, hugging his deflating cock. It felt incredible.
But those amazing aftereffects soon gave way to awkwardness. Yes, they had some major sexual chemistry going on between them, but they knew next to nothing about one another.
Josslynn leaned back and regarded him for only a second before her gaze skittered away. She extricated herself from his lap and bent demurely to pick up her shorts then she raced from the room. Giving him an excellent view of her highly toned bare arse.
“Jesus! That’s nice. Let’s hope that wasn’t the one and only time I get to see it,” he said to himself, scanning the room for a trashcan. She didn’t seem like the tryst in the afternoon kinda girl to him. What if he never saw her again after this?
Spying a tissue box, he pulled the condom off and wrapped it up in the tissue then tossed it in the can.
When she returned, he was fully dressed and re-attaching the faceplate back onto the air conditioner. She went straight to the spots of coffee on the carpet and blotted and sprayed them. She was dressed in the same top but had put on a pair of light capris. They outlined her form perfectly.
“Can I help, there?” Billy asked.
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”
“I think I might owe you a new keyboard, too.”
“Wouldn’t it have burnt up too, probably?”
“Yeah, I guess. It may have.”
“Then don’t worry about it. I’ll have to replace the whole thing as it is.”
Billy’s phone vibrated. “Yeah,” he answered tersely, then listened. “All right. I’ll be there.” He ended the call.
“Another repair call?” she asked, standing. She began to wipe down the desk.
“That’s okay. Not much you can do without parts, right?” She smiled then looked away again.
After collecting his gear and tools, he made his way to the exit. She followed behind.
“Can I”—he shrugged—“see you later tonight, maybe?”
“I have plans tonight.”
Did she? Or was she blowing him off?
“I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in touch then when I get my hands on some parts.”
After opening the door, he crossed the threshold into the hallway then turned back. She searched his gaze, seemingly uncertain, just as he was.
A small smile pulled at her incredible mouth and a twinkle flashed in her dark eyes. “Well, thanks for the service,” she said cheekily. Two pink patches appeared on her cheeks.
Heat climbed up the back of his neck.
“Well, you’re welcome, ma’am. Any time. I’m here to serve,” he returned with a grin.
She bit her lip as he turned from her and made his way to the elevator. When he cast a glance back, she’d already closed the door.
* * * *Joss leaned against the door then placed her face in her hands, silently berating herself. What had she been thinking? She’d just banged the Tech-Co repairman!
Oh, stop acting like you’re mortified. Embarrassed, maybe, but face it, you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Yes, she would. He was hot and the hurried sex was too. So, why had she panicked and lied to him about having plans for the night. She might have enjoyed spending more time with him? Perhaps because she didn’t want him to think she was too easy?
“Oh, no, why would he think that when you jumped him after only knowing him a few minutes?” she admonished.
Mopping her forehead, Joss pulled herself together and called her insurance company.
Happy and safe Thanksgiving!