Nothing But Net will be out in a week! Can you believe it? Since I completely forgot about writing a Q&A Sunday post this week (I was dropping my kids off with their grandparents), I wanted to give you a good sneak peek at Nothing But Net. 

Emma has realized she has a problem. She’s got to deal with it and knows the best way is to handle it on her own. She wants to take a break and give herself time to fix herself.

Too bad her boss, Jeff, has other plans.

Jeff needs Emma to help coach his daughter’s basketball camp. He volunteers to help her out, even though he knows being so close to Emma all the time will torture him. He’s always seen her as something other than just an employee, but seeing her in shorts and tank tops for two weeks might kill him.

Until he kisses her. Then he knows for sure she’ll kill him.

Excerpt from Nothing But Net

She shrugged again, her eyes scanning his body. He felt himself stir, wondering if he met her approval. When her eyes finally met his again, he saw more desire than he anticipated. Enough that he had to go to her. Had to take the last few steps across the kitchen. Had to pin her against the counter.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a ragged breath.

“Hell if I know,” he mumbled, then lowered his lips to her.

Emma tasted sweet, like the last bite of ice cream at the bottom of the bowl. She didn’t lean into him, but she didn’t pull back either, which Jeff took as a good sign. He kept his hands on the counter, forcing his fingers to remain in place and not drag her body against his. He toyed with her, wanting to know if he was the only one who felt the attraction between them. He kissed her softly, working his way from one side of her mouth to the other, then brushing her lips with his tongue only to pull back again.

He needed her to meet him halfway.

With a slow groan, her hands caressed his chest. His whole body stiffened, waiting for her next move. Her tongue parted her lips then touched his and he was lost.

On a rough growl, Jeff leaned his weight onto her, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him. She moaned softly and rubbed against him, her arms winding around his neck and dragging him closer.

He went willingly into her arms. He couldn’t remember the last time a kiss had felt so good. Not that there’d been many in recent years, but Emma made him feel like he was made of flint. One spark from her and he was a bonfire.

His hands went to her waist as her tongue stroked his. He was enjoying the Emma he’d known for years coming out to play. She was confident and playful in her kisses, teasing him enough to get a reaction then diving back in to take control. When he lifted her onto the counter without breaking their kiss, she squeaked and smiled against his lips. He pressed his erection against her and her grin became a groan.

“That sound might kill me,” he whispered against her neck, alternating his tongue and his teeth on her skin.

“I think going back outside and pretending nothing happened is going to kill me.”

Jeff froze. He’d forgotten all about where they were. He had a hand halfway up her shirt and he was grinding himself against her. On the kitchen counter. In Isabella’s kitchen. With his daughter and her best friend right outside the door.

“Forgot about them, didn’t you?” Emma teased.

Jeff shook his head and backed away. “I’m sorry. I did. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.”

Emma smiled at him and tugged him back for another quick kiss. “It was a rather fun position.”

Jeff laughed and rested his forehead against hers. “A few more minutes and it would have been a rather embarrassing position. Especially if anyone came inside.”

Emma glanced at the door and shook her head. “I’m pretty sure Isabella was scheming to throw us together. It’s likely she threatened the girls to keep them out.”

Jeff groaned. He knew Isabella was up to something, but it bugged him that the only reason Emma kissed him was because of Isabella. That he wasn’t enough of a reason on his own. He liked that the women had become friends, but in a rush the last two days of them laughing when they watched him came back in a rush of embarrassment. He nudged his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose, attempting to ward off a brewing headache. He settled the dark metal frame back into place and took a step away from Emma, suddenly annoyed that he’d accosted her. That he had fallen right into whatever plot the two of them cooked up. First, get the dorky guy to check you out. Second, get him to kiss you. He didn’t want to know what she would do to get him into bed.

“I’ll grab the burgers and see you outside,” he grunted, then left.

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