Hot Summer Nights coming soon!

Hot Summer Nights with Bonnie Dee and Jayelle Drewry will be released next Monday! It will be available at Liquid Silver Books.

A short excerpt from Sun Kissed, my story in this hot, sexy volume...

“Bess?”

Her eyes flew open, and she sat up straight. Exposing her breasts to his view didn’t startle her as completely as the idea she may have let him glimpse her dream.

Nonsense. She had been asleep. He couldn’t know what was going through her mind. Could he?

Bess shook her head to clear it. Forcing herself to concentrate on Clay’s words wasn’t easy. Although she was conscious, her body was still highly aroused.

“I’m sorry to disturb you. I ... I knocked, but there was no answer,” Clay said. His eyes dropped, and his gaze lingered on her breasts. When he spoke again, there was a smile on his face. “I didn’t mean to bother you while you were bathing, but I hoped to speak with you. If you’d prefer I return later...”

“No, you can stay. But I don’t think I can talk with someone who’s fully dressed while I’m naked. If you’d give me a moment...”

“I could disrobe.”

The words hung in the air—but only for an instant. Perhaps the erotic dream had lowered her inhibitions, because despite her earlier doubts about being intimate with Clay, Bess nodded. Her pussy tingled in anticipation. Clay pulled his shirt over his head, unzipped and pushed his shorts and swimsuit down, and stepped out of them so quickly it made her smile.

“May I?”

Again she nodded, and he stepped into the tub. Sitting on the low ledge directly across from her, he placed his feet outside hers and settled back against the granite wall. The feel of his knees against her thighs was deliciously erotic; the knowledge that his penis dangled in the tub a few inches from her slick pussy was nearly too much to bear. Struggling to find some measure of control, she met his eyes without blinking.

“You wanted to speak with me?”

“I did,” he said, leaning closer. “Since we’ve been home I’ve been concerned that you were ... well, that perhaps you were...”

“Were what, Clay?”

He looked down, his brow furrowed, as he spoke.

“I was concerned that I’d chased you away, that perhaps you were here in your suite packing your things. I’ve been wondering whether or not you’d leave after what happened at the pool.” His gaze was tortured when he met hers, filled with things that she couldn’t begin to decipher.

“Do I look as if I’m packing? Do I seem to be running away?” Bess swept her hands through the air, then over her shoulders and down her slippery skin. They disappeared beneath the water, resting on her thighs. Clay had followed her movements with his eyes, and now they were fixed on that part of her anatomy she’d just stroked.

“No,” he grinned, “not at all.”

“So I’d say you’ve got nothing to worry about.” They still hadn’t touched, and the desire to feel his skin against hers grew steadily. “Anything else?”