First, Happy July 4th for those of you in the US! We’re celebrating today with a parade and some fireworks. Hubby is off and we’re all dressed up in our red, white, and blue. I hope you enjoy the day!

For everyone else, well, happy Tuesday! I have a new sneak peek for you today…

Stocky & SumptuousI love first kisses, you know that. The best first kisses are the ones that are a little unexpected. The ones that you don’t see coming, but when you realize what’s happening, you can’t resist the pull.

Vicki is dead set against getting involved with Hunter. She knows, without a doubt, that he’s the opposite of what she wants. But there’s something about him that she just can’t resist!

Excerpt from Stocky & Sumptuous

Those dark blue eyes swept back to mine again and pinned me in place. He didn’t need the arms caging me in to hold me there. He leaned in closer, enough that I could feel his breath on my face before he spoke.

“I’m going to kiss you, Vicki.”

He paused just long enough to let me argue, but I couldn’t. No words could squeeze past the air struggling to fill my lungs. Then his lips touched mine, and nothing else mattered.

The file I held fell to the floor with a splat. I wish I could say I resisted him. That I fought. That I didn’t fold like an overcooked noodle. But none of it would be true. From that first brush of his lips, I was in trouble. Serious trouble.

His lips pressed to mine, holding me in place where he wanted me. His chest rose, brushing against my peaked nipples. I moaned softly, and he took complete advantage of it. His tongue traced the edge of my upper lip, dipping inside just enough to glide over my sensitive gums. He sucked my lip into his mouth and I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to.

But, damn him, I didn’t want to.

He kissed me like he had no idea kissing another person could be so good. Like I was his first and last and only. His tongue slid over mine as his hands moved closer together until they landed on my hips. He pressed his body to mine, giving me a feel for exactly what was going through his head.

I’ll give you a clue… not much because all his blood was much, much lower.

He lifted my hips just enough to deposit me on the edge of my desk, then pressed between my thighs. I should have pushed him away, but it had been far too long since a man made me feel the way he did. In that moment, he wasn’t a workaholic. He wasn’t the wrong guy for me. He wasn’t someone I barely knew. He was just Hunter, and holy shit was he just what I wanted.

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Mary