It’s December 11th and I am now on a cruise ship, heading off to the caribbean. YAY!!
Ok, while I’m gone I’ve got some treats for you all. Blog posts are scheduled for almost every day I’m gone. Yes, thats even more regular than when I’m here isn’t it? LOL
There will be book recommendations and excerpts form some of my favorite authors. guest posts by friends, and maybe a surprise or two so be sure to come back each day!
My buddy Charlene has had a few books release recently. If you’re a fan of hot cars and hot guys, you should definitely be checking out REDLINE LOVER from Samhain Publishing..
Riding the edge…
Take Me, Lover, Book 1
When it comes to cars, former race driver Adam Richards knows how to maximize performance. Love? It doesn’t come with a maintenance manual, and it’s just as well. The secrets he’s hiding behind his partnership in a racing garage don’t lend themselves to lasting relationships. Now that Maggie Parker is back in town, though, he’s got a few ideas to make her purr like a finely tuned engine.
Life taught Maggie that men don’t stay. Leaving Adam before he got bored was supposed to protect her from heartbreak…only it didn’t work. If helping her sister was the only reason for coming home, she might have got away unscathed. But the story she’s been assigned to write is going to bring her within scorching distance of her old flame.
Adam is as irresistible as ever—and just as stubborn. He won’t give her a story, but his offer of a no-strings fling is one she can’t refuse. Passion pushes them to the limit, sparking Maggie’s belief that loving Adam is worth the risk.
Until she digs deeper and discovers some things just don’t add up…
Warning: Cornea-blistering sex scenes that use ALL the words, a hero to eat your heart out over and True Romance. Plus fast cars.
Excerpt:
Maggie didn’t remember leaving her chair and walking around the table to Adam, but she must have, because suddenly she was there. The air felt heavy, or maybe she’d just forgotten to breathe again. Maybe it was just Adam and the unbearable tension of knowing she was going to feel him against her skin. The absence of his touch had a weight to it that pressed her down onto his lap.
His hands closed on her wrists and pulled her in, closer. His voice rasped into her hair. “Do you think it’s safer to sit sideways like that?”
Maggie leaned into the solid wall of his chest. “Nothing about this is safe.”
“Put your legs over mine. Face me.”
She shook her head. That would be too much. His chest pressing into her breasts. His hips settled into the cradle of her pelvis and her open thighs. The heat of him burning through layers of clothing until she couldn’t stand it and tore them off. She’d done that once, ripping with frantic hands, not knowing if it was her shirt or his, or both, just needing his bare skin against hers and as much of him inside her as she could get. Her sex clenched as if protesting the empty space she wanted him to fill and she shivered as if she’d been cold for months and only now remembered how it felt to be warm.
“You stayed away a long goddamn time,” Adam muttered. She felt his lips move against her hair, and that tiny caress made her weak.
“I don’t live here anymore. Remember?”
“I remember.” Adam’s hands on her wrists tightened. “You left a note on the bathroom mirror. Hell of a way to say goodbye.”
She’d tried to say goodbye the traditional way, but her mouth always turned traitor. It proved incapable of doing anything but kissing him until there wasn’t any space or breath for words. And then in the end she couldn’t leave him sleeping without any explanation. So she’d scrawled a few words on a post-it note and stuck the message where he’d see it.
“You could have woken me up.”
Maggie closed her eyes and shook her head. If he’d been awake, she would never have been able to look into his face and say goodbye. She’d tried, not just that night, but nearly every night. Beginning with the first one when she’d gone to him knowing she was leaving and determined not to go without giving in to the desire to be with Adam, just once.
Only once hadn’t been enough for either of them. She hadn’t been prepared for that. Hadn’t expected Adam to want her the second or third or fourth time that night. Hadn’t expected him to ask her to stay. Hadn’t imagined waking up to him settling over her and between her thighs the next morning while he woke her up everywhere.
And then the days that counted down to the last one passed in a tangle of heat and need. Talking had been low on the priority list whenever they were together, and she hadn’t been willing to give up any of the minutes she had with him. Hadn’t wanted to spoil it.
“Did you think I’d make a scene?”
“What?” Maggie’s eyes flew open and she turned to look at him without thinking about how close he was. “No. I didn’t think you’d make a scene over me leaving.”
She didn’t think he’d notice or care, in fact, and maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to say the words out loud to him. By the way, Adam, I’m moving to Chicago. I have a job with a monthly entertainment magazine there.
Maybe she’d harbored a fantasy so secret she’d never dared to look at it, tucked away in a hidden corner of herself, in which she said those words and he refused to let her go. If she’d said the words to him and he’d nodded and said, “I’ll check your tire pressure before you leave,” it would have shriveled that secret dream forever.
Adam would never demand that she stay with him. But the wish pierced her and she closed her eyes again so he wouldn’t see it written there as clearly as her printing on that goodbye note.
“Kiss me, Maggie.”
It wouldn’t take much. She only had to change the angle of her head, lean closer a fraction of an inch, and her lips would touch his. But she hesitated, caught by the memory of how quickly the smallest contact spiraled out of control.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now, Adam.” Her voice came out lower than she’d intended, in a pitch that sounded like seduction and invitation. Even her voice had to betray her around Adam? Unfair.
“Because it isn’t safe?” Adam’s voice was a dark whisper at odds with the bright kitchen.
Maggie nodded. She’d known she’d have to see Adam during her visit. Even if it was just to be told “no” when she asked for an interview. She hadn’t expected him to show up on Anne’s front porch, let alone suggest they pick up where they’d left off six months before. She didn’t have a condom in her pocket, and unless he did, it wasn’t a good idea to start something they’d want to finish.
“Maybe that’s how you like it.” Adam’s hands loosened and stroked her arms, shifting from holding her captive to seducing her into staying. “Do you know why I quit racing?”
“No.” Maggie licked suddenly dry lips, caught by their closeness, the hard muscles of his thighs under her butt, the surprisingly gentle touch of his work-roughened hands on the sensitive skin of her inner wrists and arms. The rough texture of his skin rasped at hers, but his hands were careful, and the combination of toughness and tenderness seduced her all over again.
She remembered those hands on steering wheels very well, pulling peak performance out of any machine he controlled. No wonder he’d driven her crazy every time he put his hands on her.
“I watched you,” she said, a soft admission. “When I was in high school.” He’d been older, dangerous, an enigma in a black leather jacket and a demon on the track. She’d held her breath and sometimes closed her eyes, unable to look, but he never lost control and always won. And then, inexplicably, he’d quit racing and bought a half interest in Village Auto Repair. “Everybody thought you were going to be the next Dale Earnhardt.”
“Earnhardt’s dead. That was kind of a wake-up call. It occurred to me that an adrenaline junkie behind the wheel was going to end up out of the game sooner or later. I realized if I wasn’t careful racing wouldn’t be the only game I’d be out of permanently.”
Maggie frowned. That didn’t ring true. “I thought all race car drivers were adrenaline junkies. Thriving on risk, spitting at danger.”
“To a degree, maybe.” Adam’s hands smoothed their way up her arms to her shoulders, holding her lightly but surely. “There’s something seductive about pushing the redline.”
His hands crept up into her hair, his thumbs rubbing the back of her neck, fingers massaging into the base of her skull while he spoke and Maggie had to fight to focus on his words. “What’s that?”
“The redline?” Adam shifted under her and folded her into his arms with his hands still buried in her short curls. “It’s the edge, Maggie. The maximum speed an engine can reach. When you’re redlining an engine, you’re pushing everything to the limit, as hard as it can go. And if you go just a little too far, something’s going to break.”
He slid one hand around to cup her jaw and lift her chin, angling her face closer to his. “You know that feeling. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word was a broken whisper. Her eyes were caught by his. She felt like she was falling into him. Every time she’d been with Adam, she’d felt that thrill of danger and power in every touch, every kiss, and known she was balancing on a very thin edge.
“Ride the redline with me, Maggie.” Adam feathered a kiss across her lips, so soft, so faint it was barely there and yet her mouth burned with awakening tactile memory. “I’ll take you as far as we can both go, and we’ll burn this thing out together.”
“Redline Lover is a fast, scorching hot read. Adam and Maggie burn up the pages from start to finish. Charlene Teglia delivers in this short story. Ms. Teglia doesn’t shortchange any emotion for hot sex either; she weaves the two together in a breath stealing read.” 5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews
I’ve got this book on my to buy list!! It looks fantastic!