Wrapping up week five of the hop is Kelly Jamieson. Kelly writes really fun and hot contemporary romances, and today's excerpt is from one of her hockey themed books, One Man Advantage. I am a hockey fan, and really need to grab this one for myself.
She rang the bell, found the front door unlocked and walked in with easy familiarity. “Hello! Anyone home?”
Of course they were home, with the door unlocked, but who knew where they were in the ginormous mansion. Maybe she should have reminded Taylor what time she was coming home. Merde, they were probably in bed playing sheet shinny.
She made a face, dropped her purse on a table and wandered into the great room. Empty. Hmmm. And where was Silvia? She should have come running to greet her with ecstatic joy. Well. Should she check the bedroom?
“Hey,” she called, moving down the hall. “You guys home?”
She smacked right into a wall of naked man chest which emerged from a bedroom. “Oomph!”
He grabbed hold of her upper arms. “Whoa there. Who the hell are you?”
She gazed up at him, every sense taking him in, her eyes wide, her mouth open, the scent of spicy male shower gel and humid warmth enveloping her. Tabarnac, what a man. His grip on her arms was powerful and yet surprisingly careful. He glared down at her with a knee-weakeningly authoritative stare. Tall. At least several inches over six feet tall, since she was five nine and her new boots had three-inch heels. Broad enough to take up the entire width of the hall. Drops of water beaded on wide, muscular shoulders and a few trickled down over sculpted pecs and -- mon dieu de câlisse -- eight-pack abs and then lower still into a thatch of dark hair at his groin and…she gulped and tried to pull away from him, up close and personal with his nakedness. He released her and whipped a towel from around his neck to wrap it around his hips, but not before she got a glimpse of his package. Wow. Impressive.
She blinked and opened her mouth, her heart thudding. “Who am I? Who are you?”
He scowled at her. “I’m a friend of Fedor’s.”
“Well, I’m a friend of Taylor’s. Where are they?” She frowned. A shiver worked its way over her flesh beneath his fixed stare, his narrowed eyes and the dark scruff of beard on his square jaw giving him a dangerous air. Had this guy murdered them or something? But then why would he be taking a shower in one of their bathrooms?
“They took some mutt for a walk.”
“Mutt!” Her fingers curled into her palms. “Silvia is no mutt! She’s a purebred miniature schnauzer!”
“Oh.” He tilted his head slightly. “Ah…it’s yours?”
“Yes. They’ve been looking after her while I was out of town.” She folded her arms across the chest of her brand-new Jones New York peacoat, her new leopard-print scarf wrapped around her throat, and tapped the pointy toe of her new boots. “And once again…you are…?”
She blinked. Câlisse! She should have recognized him, but with his damp hair all darkly slicked back and…well, naked, she’d been a little distracted. She frowned. “Er…what are you doing here?” She didn’t recall the Condors being in town until late December.
“Staying with Fedor. ’Til I find a place of my own.” His towel slipped low on his hips and Nicole’s eyes were drawn to the way his sculpted obliques arrowed down to his groin, his hip bones square and strong looking. Tabarnac de câlisse, she wanted to lean over and lick every one of those drips of water off that incredible body. Or maybe fall to her knees and…
When she looked up, she saw he was smiling knowingly and checking her out in pretty much the same way. She swallowed. “Maybe you should get dressed before we continue this confusing conversation.”
“What’s confusing about it?” He shrugged and ran a hand through short wet hair, obviously unconcerned about being naked. Hockey players wandered around the locker room naked all the time. She’d accidentally run into a naked hockey player more than once when she’d been down near the dressing room after a game.
“Why are you here?”
He regarded her with pursed lips, a shadow flickering across his brown eyes. “Not into hockey, are you?”
Her eyes widened. He didn’t know who she was. She couldn’t help but grin. “A little,” she lied. She tossed her newly highlighted hair behind her shoulders. “Why?”
He shrugged and the towel slipped again. This time he reached for it and adjusted it on his hips, drawing her eyes yet again. Heat built inside her, starting low down between her legs and spreading through her body. “If you followed hockey, you’d know I was just traded to the Caribou.”
Her jaw went slack again. “Traded?”
“Yeah.” His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“Mon dieu,” she whispered, lifting her hands to her mouth. “So they did it.” She’d carefully avoided watching television or reading newspapers while she’d been in New York. “Who’d they trade?”
His eyes narrowed. “Sly Sorren and Mike Enrick. And a second-round draft pick. Why?”
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. So it wasn’t Cody. They’d said they weren’t trading him, but she couldn’t help but have that faint hope. Oh well. “Oh. Um. I was hoping it wasn’t Fedor.”
“Oh yeah, you said you’re a friend of Taylor.”
His eyes warmed as he studied her, gaze again tracking over her body. The way he looked at her made her bones melt, made her feel as if he knew every kinky thing she liked to do in bed. Heat flashed beneath her skin at his sexy perusal.
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Courage is feeling the fear... then pouring on the throttle.
Abandoned or betrayed by everyone she ever loved, Sera Manning’s life spiraled out of control until a near death experience left her with a mission. Now a DEA agent, her sole focus -- and her first undercover assignment -- is to take down a drug cartel that’s manufacturing seductive, deadly angel sugar.
To do it, she needs access to Operation Black Abyss to establish a connection between the cartel and the Death Angels outlaw motorcycle gang. Which means she must pose as a couple with another agent who’s already deep undercover.
ATF agent Ryan Thomas desperately needs a female agent to maintain his cover in the gang, but the last thing he wants is a rookie agent jeopardizing his op. Especially one that is a sexy reminder why it’s a bad idea to get involved while on a case.
Living together, surrounded by crime, pretending their sizzling sexual tension is just for show is getting harder by the day. But as the mission comes to a head, the two fiercely independent warriors must decide which fear is worse. Losing their quarry... or losing each other.
Warning: Features a badass biker hero and kickass heroine who go at it undercover -- and under the covers.
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9/20 Ms. Romantic Reads
9/24 Book Obsessed Chicks
9/26 Cari Quinn
9/27 The Autumn Review
9/29 Under The Covers
9/30 Harlie’s Book Blog
10/1 Ana’s Attic
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