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February 10th, 2013

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When love is new, or when attraction between two passionate people is so great that you can cut the tension with a knife, it is easy to get caught up in a moment, perhaps even the moment. You find yourself in a situation you didn't anticipate. Sparks  and pheromones are flying, and suddenly you are caught--caught in the moment, caught in the rapture, caught in a snare, caught with your pants down. Uh huh.

Those are some teachable moments, certainly. Sometimes those moments can be the grandest examples of foreplay. Other times they turn into mistakes of epic proportions, all because you failed to read the tea leaves.

Rowan Delaney and Vince Girardi, the heroine and hero in my forthcoming novel, BELLA ROSA, find themselves in just this situation...well, really it's Rowan who has misjudged the situation--big time.

Will she regret her impulsiveness, or will this turn into the grandest foreplay?


She sat on his bed in the cool room bathed in morning light, with a mug of coffee in her hands. The digital clock on his nightstand read 8:30.

            “Good morning,” she said.

            He blinked a few times, then squinted up at her. “Good morning. Are you okay?” His voice was deep with sleep and, she guessed, surprise.

            “Yes, fine.”

            “Good.” He quirked a brow. “Did you lose your way to the bathroom?”

            “No. I brought you coffee.” She set his cup down on the oak nightstand next to his bed.

            “I see.” His confusion was not waning. “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”   
                   She looked down at the white oxford cloth shirt that clearly belonged to him. “Uh huh.”

            “And where did you get it?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

            “The floor.”

            “My floor?” He reached for his coffee.

            “Uh huh,” she said, looking around. “You should pick up your things.”

            “Thank you, mom.” He sipped from the mug of steaming brew. “Where are your clothes?”

            “My room, probably.”

            “Then why are you wearing mine?”

            “I got cold.”

            “You got cold?”

            “Uh huh.”

            He scratched his head. “May I ask what you were wearing when you came in here?”

            “You may.”

            He chuckled. “Okay…what were you wearing when you came in here?”

            “Nothing.”

            “I see.” His mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If you’re looking for trouble, Delaney, you’ve come to the right place.”           

            She smirked right back. “You go to church, Lieutenant?”

            He arched a brow. “No.”

            “Well, you’ve got a steeple growing under your sheets.”

            His eyes narrowed into slits, then darkened. A lock of hair fell over his forehead, and the dim light of the new morning played off the angles of his face, and off the ridges of his toned chest and arms. The sheet that covered him twitched periodically. A dark quilt lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. The furnace hummed as it came awake for the first time. The fire from last night and the masculine smell of a newly awake man invaded her senses. His full mouth invited her in—on the joke, for the kill, or for a kiss; she was not quite sure. She awoke determined to kick-start…something. She didn’t know what. She questioned now the wisdom of early-morning thinking.

            “What are you doing, Ro”

            “I—I brought you coffee.”

            He stared at her, and then his face changed. “You want me to fuck you, Delaney, because I can do that. I can pull you into this bed, part your sweet legs and split you in two, take you to a place you’ve never been before, and that’s a guarantee. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. If that’s what you’re after, then say the word, and I’m there. But, if you’ve come in here to toy with me, see how nuts you can make me, then sit back and smile because you’ve won your little power trip for the day, then we’re going to have a different discussion, and it’ll be one you won’t like.”

            Crimson heat shrouded her body. Her mouth dropped open, and she snapped it closed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

            “Maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what you need.” A mixture of lust and fury etched his face. He sat up, his legs stretched out in front of him, his back ramrod straight. “You’ve been begging for a spanking since the day I met you. Maybe it’s time I gave it to you.”

            “I beg your…what?”

            His hand shot out and caught Rowan’s arm just above her elbow. Her eyes flew open in shock. She tried to pull away, her coffee sloshing in her free hand, hot liquid burning her knees and staining his shirt. He tightened his grip on her arm, and they locked eyes. A gamut of emotions raced through her brain, then took the usual detour south—anger, fear, embarrassment, lust; it was all there.

            “What, you’re taking umbrage now? You are not a teenager, and I am not a boy. You came in here looking for something, and now you’re going to get it. Either way you decide to roll is fine with me, but we’re going to roll. Now, decide.” He paused, piercing her with a stinging glare, lust and anger etched on his face. The notion she’d had that maybe not making the first move on a man like him had been the right notion, came crashing to reality at his words. “In here with me, or I’m going to turn you over my knee and blister your bare ass. I’m not playing. Time to put up or go over.”

            “You’re insane,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse and weak.

            “No, lady, I’m quite sane.” Then his voice dropped an octave and a few decibels. “One…two…”


BELLA ROSA
Available in March, published by Lazy Day


This is the city.

Murder and violence is all in a day’s work for Lieutenant Vincent Girardi. But there is something about this murder that doesn’t add up. When a piece of paper with an address written on it is found at the crime scene, Vince discovers that perhaps this victim wasn’t the intended target.

Dr. Rowan Delaney is biding her time. In less than a week she will give testimony that will rid her of a painful past once and for all, and grant her and her two children the freedom she has been seeking for years. When Lieutenant Vincent Girardi and his partner show up at her door to question her about the murdered woman across the street, and then suggest that she may have been the intended target, she refuses all help or protection, intending to fulfill her obligation in front of the Grand Jury without interference from anyone—including the handsome cop darkening her doorstep.

But the Lieutenant has other plans. He is convinced the pretty doctor was the intended victim, and he is determined to find out why, starting with Rowan’s absentee husband, head of a notorious drug cartel. Vince is determined to see the woman and her children safe; Rowan is determined to start her life over—after her testimony.

Can Vince protect her without his feelings for her getting in the way? And can Rowan accept his care, along with a heavy dose of hubris and alpha dominance, without losing herself in the process?

And will their growing love be enough to save them from the evil that will not take no for an answer?
5 Comments
lisa grais
2/10/2013 09:05:49 pm

CANNOT WAIT!!!!!!!

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Darlene Silcox
2/11/2013 05:14:57 am

Hurry! Hurry!

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Anastasia Vitsky link
2/11/2013 06:16:04 am

Great, great, great...as always. I love when power plays get turned around.

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Minelle link
2/11/2013 01:05:04 pm

I felt like I was on a ride!! So good!!

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ThieresLuiz in Dublin link
7/1/2023 08:30:32 pm

Lovve this

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