Time for Launch . . . 
Getting ready for a book launch is an exciting time. I was excited to see the galleys and I was excited when the new cover art arrived in my inbox. And now I’m doing my best to generate excitement for the release of LOVING MEG. So, here’s another teaser - don't hesitate to hop on over to Amazon.com and order it. Today the paper copy is up, in a day or two, the ebook will also be available.
Ben had his hands in a sink full of soapy dishwater when Meg stepped silently into the kitchen on bare feet. She leaned against the doorjamb and watched him as he scrubbed his sister’s chili pot. Beneath the faded blue fabric of his favorite chambray shirt his muscles flexed smoothly as he scraped a few hours of baked-on sauce from its stainless sides. He hadn’t heard her come in so Meg savored the moment to study him. He was a big man, but moved with such grace that she loved watching him work.
Abruptly Ben turned. “Hey,” he said softly. A wicked smile spread slowly across his handsome features as he took in her transformation from squared away Marine to a provocatively dressed wife in red silk.
“Hey, yourself,” Meg replied, husky and suddenly breathless. She pushed away from the doorjamb and crossed the kitchen. “We’re alone - at last.”
The roguish smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of tender longing.
He reached for her, his hands still warm and damp from the soapy water. The heat of them flooded through the thin silk of her nightshirt. Her breath quickened as the blue of his eyes darkened and his fingers worked their way under the shirttails until they discovered her bare behind.
Ben’s eyes widened. She hadn’t found the matching briefs and had decided she didn’t need them anyway. The result was better than she’d imagined. Ben was a hard man to surprise.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” she asked trying to control the impatience that been building ever since she’d stepped out of the shower.
“It’s been too long.” Ben sounded as breathless as she felt. He bent his head and kissed her with lingering tenderness. His lips were soft. Urgent, yet without the punishing forcefulness that had left her mouth tingling and sore a few hours earlier. Her heart raced.
As Ben lifted her off the floor, she laced her fingers through the silky length of his overgrown hair and wrapped her legs about his waist. He turned and set her on the kitchen counter.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” he murmured as he began undoing the small flat buttons that ran down the front of her nightshirt. He bent to kiss the hollow just above her collarbone. Then he trailed a string of kisses down the slope of her breast as the shirt pooled about her waist.
“Imagined what? Doing me in the kitchen?” Meg tried for humor, but neediness made the humor come out ragged.
“Oh yeah! Here in the kitchen.” Ben rested his forehead against hers as his voice dropped to a low sexy growl. “In our bedroom. In the living room. Out in my office. I imagined doing you pretty much everywhere.”
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