Lust at First Sight Releasing April 2010 at Loose ID,

Coming soon to www.loose-id.com
Excerpt:

Interested? She doubted that. She didn’t need him to be polite, and even if he was attracted to her, she didn’t want to be another notch on his belt. “Then you should remove your hands. I’m not one of your bimbos; I won’t fall for such lines. Answer me this, though: did your supposed interest arise before or after you had your threesome with Jolie?” Shit! If I had a gun, I’d shoot myself with it. That wasn’t supposed to ever come out of her mouth. Jolie was going to kill her. But she’d happily risk death, because the look on Clint’s face was priceless.


His mouth pressed into a thin line as he released her. But instead of walking away, he took a step closer. He was so close, she felt his body heat, and she fought the need to retreat. Perhaps mentioning the threesome was more of a mistake than she’d thought. Because he looked like a tiger ready to strike. And she had to still the urge to run from him. It was either fight the need to beg him to take her or pretend she didn’t care.

“Jealous, Brianne? There’s no need. I can easily call my brother and have him watch while I fuck you. Or better yet, he can even join us.”

Oh God! She swallowed, took a step back, and dropped her gaze to his cock. She could see the outline of his dick pressed against his pants, his shaft as hard as a hammer. She was 100 percent sure having sex with him would be nothing like she’d ever imagined. But double the pleasure? She wouldn’t survive it. More importantly, this man would have the power to break her heart. She suspected he was not the type to hang around, and she wasn’t keen on testing that theory.

Her mind flashed to a time when she had given her heart to a man who had crushed it so easily. It had been years since she’d thought of Brady Wielder, and even more years since he’d packed up his things and left her. Oh, he’d had the decency to leave her a note the night before they would have married. It was a time when her mother wasn’t ill and her father had been alive. The wedding would have been a small backyard affair with a few friends and family attending. All of that had been swept away when Brady told her he didn’t love her.

She kept that part of her past buried, but deep down she knew not entirely. She was a twenty-eight-year-old woman who rarely had sex and indulged more often with her favorite vibrator. A psychiatrist would have a field day with her. She shook the memories off.

“Did you call, bro?”

She stiffened at the sound of another male voice. She was not going to turn around. Nope. She was going to stay here, facing Clint, and ignore the fact that the man behind her called Clint bro, which probably meant he had heard their conversation. And more importantly, she was going to play dumb and pretend she couldn’t feel his heat just inches behind her. She was also going to disregard the fact that she was nearly sandwiched between the both of them, and that all they had to do was take a few steps closer to reach her.

Clint smiled, displaying an even row of gleaming white teeth. “I was just mentioning to Brianne the pleasures of a threesome. I issued an invite, but she has yet to respond.”

Bastard! She narrowed her eyes and stifled the need to wipe that smug look off his face. A hand landed on her shoulder, and shit, now she truly had to turn around. She couldn’t ignore him completely. Okay, she could, but then she’d be staring at Clint the whole time, and she wasn’t sure which would be worse in the lust department.
Inhaling a deep breath, she turned, forcing Clint’s brother to remove his hand.
And too late she realized her mistake. He was equally as stunning as Clint.