
Margarita Day, the stand alone sequel to Mimosa Night, is now available. Yay! Both stories were inspired by our readers. Margarita Day is the story of Vegas card dealer Jodi Matthews She’s the shy, quiet type—still waters do run deep. Warning, this Contemporary Romance is a Red Hots!, so have plenty of ice on hand.
To celebrate the release, TK and I are running two contests. Keep reading for details on how to win a $10 MBaM or $25 Amazon gift certificate.
Blurby Part:
Recipe for Margarita Day: Take one shy woman, toss in three determined alphas, mix liberally with sizzling sex, add a dash of intrigue, and watch the steam rise.
Jodi Matthews is the consummate gamer. One crazy night she let her hair down, stripped off her clothes, and anteed up for a night of poker and wild fantasy sex. Now she has three alpha players hot to win her hand.
Conner is a walking wet dream ready to share his vision of the future. Wiz, a high roller looking for a cherished pet to adorn his arm, while John’s an average Joe who can turn Jodi inside out with a simple look.
No matter what card she chooses, Jodi risks losing something. The life she loves working as a Vegas dealer or some close friends. Maybe both.
From champagne and diamonds to mysterious parties and private jets, Jodi must accept herself and what her heart’s always known. The Smut Squad is there, ready and willing to fortify her courage and orchestrate a daring hunt for the ultimate stakes.
The only thing is—this is no game, and the jackpot will be even better than her wildest dreams.
Warning, this book contains wild sex on the beach, along with other steamy encounters, told in contemporary, graphic language!
Brief Spicy Teaser:
For Adult Audiences
Wiz slipped out of the booth, and with a bow and teasing grin on his face, he held out his hand. “May I have this dance, Jodi?”
John stiffened next to her and she glanced at him first, hoping he’d be okay with this. “Dance? Well hell, why not?” She took Wiz’s hand, letting him pull her from the seat and lead her to the small parquet floor.
Wiz pulled her close. His tight pants did nothing to hide the burgeoning erection nestled between them. Right or wrong, a heated flush prickled across her skin in reaction. She looked up at him and her mouth went dry. Older or not, he was one magnificent-looking man. She wanted to trace the meticulously groomed moustache outlining his full upper lip with her finger. Tonight he looked magical and should be dancing around a fire, taunting gypsies in flaring skirts with his prowess or standing in a ring, the crowd roaring as he enticed a bull to charge.
The evening began to take on a surreal quality as Wiz guided her across the small floor, hips moving against hers in sensual rhythm. Another warm body moved in close behind her, the scent of John’s cologne sending her already overloaded senses reeling. Placing his hands on her hips, he moved in closer. His thick cock pushed between the cheeks of her ass.
Oh yeah, she thought as the three of them began to move together. Jodi let her head fall back against John’s shoulder, her breasts pressed against Wiz’s chest, and she was encased by hard flesh. She let the music and the heady scent of arousal wash through her and take her away.
John’s warm thighs pressed against hers, a large hand keeping a possessive hold on her, his thumbs resting along the sensitive crease on each side of her mound, fingers grasping her hips. Her body heated, blood pumped faster and her panties dampened with desire. Damn, his hands felt good.
Wiz’s fingertips glided across her jaw and down her neck. She moaned as he traced random patterns along her breasts before cupping them in his hands and brushing his thumbs across her tight nipples.
The combination of their caresses made her head swim, but they avoided the places she wanted them to touch. The three of them swayed to the music. Jodi relished the sensation of moving between two hot male bodies. It was a fantasy brought to life.
John’s fingers wandered over her swollen flesh, creeping closer to where she needed his touch. She wiggled in an attempt to get his questing fingers in the right spot, and bit back a needy whimper. Damn him. If he’d cooperate, slide a bit lower, increase the pressure…
Jodi gasped, unable to hide her reaction when Wiz plucked at her nipples. Fiery jolts raced from her breasts to her pussy.
They had her on edge, ready to soar, both men working together toward a common goal—her pleasure.
Two Contests:
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