Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!!! I hope all of you have a fun and crazy night of champagne, sparklies, noise makers and sparkly tiaras and crowns and fireworks planned tonight. OR!!! Just as good —> cozy in warm PJ’s watching the ball drop (or does it go up? I can’t remember?) in your favorite reading chair with a good book! Either way, today rocks and tonight is gonna rock even harder, because it’s bringing on a whole new year of excitement and happiness!
And here’s something to kick this new year off right!
One of my FAVORITE authors is giving away one of my FAVORITE books from 2013 (my review of Night Owl (The Night Owl Trilogy)), plus the latest 2014 release (book #2 – Last Light (The Night Owl Trilogy))!!! SIGNED!!! AND AND AND!!! An excerpt from book #3 (After Dark (The Night Owl Trilogy) which will be releasing in 2015)!!
Ready for that excerpt?
The Night Owl Trilogy, book 3
“I haven’t been here in a long time,” I said. “It’s beautiful.”
She remained silent.
I reached for her hand and admired her as we hiked. She wore loose, khaki-colored pants that hid the curves of her legs and a tight black tank top that hid nothing. A pink sports bra peeked out of under the tank, clinging to her ample chest.
I am horny as f**k today, I mused as we walked. Did sleeping without Hannah affect me, or was I always this bad? Impossible to tell. The harder I tried to pry my eyes off her, the more lascivious my stares became.
Finally, I tore my gaze free and glared at the horizon. It really was beautiful—the hills dotted with pines, the sky a flawless faded blue. No one in sight. Dry grass, hot wind . . . a harsh beauty particular to Colorado, which I had come to love.
Mm, and Hannah’s breasts . . . I longed to peel that sports bra off them . . .
F**k! I jerked my stare away from Hannah . . . again.
“Are you . . . okay?” she said.
“Of course.” I looked steadfastly at the trail. “Enjoying nature.”
“You sure? Cause you look like you want to murder nature.”
“I can’t focus. It’s this pace. I’m used to running on these trails.”
Briefly, I envisioned myself and Hannah jogging. Hannah jogging. Hannah’s tits—
Good f**king God!
“We’re dawdling,” I snapped. “I’m hungry . . . starved.” I picked up the pace, hauling poor Hannah along at my side.
When we lost sight of the trailhead and picnic tables, I plowed off the path, up a hillside. There, in an arbitrary coppice of pines, I came to a halt. I glared around.
“Here,” I announced.
She spread our blanket and I set down the pack.
The shade felt heavenly. I stripped off my t-shirt and used it to wick the light sweat from my face and arms. After a beat, I looked at Hannah.
I’d hoped to catch her staring at me, but she was focused on unpacking our lunch.
“I need sunscreen on my back,” I said quietly.
Without so much as glancing at me, she found the bottle and held it up. I smirked and took it. So, she wanted to play hardball . . .
“Thanks.” I sat on a corner of the blanket and worked off my Merrells and socks at a leisurely pace. I rolled my ankles. I reapplied a film of lotion to my arms, then the nape of my neck, my sides around to my spine, down to the small of my back. I stretched forward and gave a soft, content moan as some bone in my back popped.
“I thought you were starved,” Hannah snapped, glaring into the pack.
“I am. My mouth is watering, in fact . . .” My gaze lingered on her body. I grinned and waggled the sunscreen bottle. “Safety first, though.”
I lay on my back and stretched out one leg. As I slathered sunscreen on my chest, I watched Hannah out of the corner of my eye. Ha, she looked tense . . . as tense as I’d probably looked on the trail, trying to keep my eyes off of her.
How does it feel, little bird?
I sighed audibly as I spread the lotion across my pecs, down my abs, lower. Hannah’s gaze flickered to my hands. I slipped the tips of my fingers under the band of my boxers and circled my waist slowly, lifting my hips.
“There,” I murmured. I sat up and smiled languidly at her.
“All done caressing yourself?” She smirked.
“You tell me.” I crawled toward her. “I know you like to watch . . .”
Her eyes widened, her lips parting.
“Here.” She shoved a sandwich at me.
Now for the signed book giveaway!
How to enter for a chance to win it? Just leave a comment, and by 10pm EST, Sunday January 4th 2015, I will randomly select ONE winner for the prize above (signed Night Owl and Last Light paperbacks with two bookmarks (also signed!).
The winner will be contacted and will have 48hrs to respond with a mailing address, so if you are picked, do not delay or you will lose your chance. This book will be sent to the winner directly by the author.
Open to U.S. only but all are welcome to comment!