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I've been off for a couple of weeks, but I'm thrilled to be back. This week, I'm offering another selection from my upcoming release, Exposed To Passion (Oct. 20). This is book #3 in the Five Senses Series, featuring fan favorite, Sam Kerrigan. In past posts, I've shared how Rikki and Sam met. Today, Rikki has gone for a jog to clear her mind, and runs into Sam. They end up running together and discussing his application for a grant from the foundation Rikki works for.
I've been off for a couple of weeks, but I'm thrilled to be back. This week, I'm offering another selection from my upcoming release, Exposed To Passion (Oct. 20). This is book #3 in the Five Senses Series, featuring fan favorite, Sam Kerrigan. In past posts, I've shared how Rikki and Sam met. Today, Rikki has gone for a jog to clear her mind, and runs into Sam. They end up running together and discussing his application for a grant from the foundation Rikki works for.
Photo courtesy of Tuelezka/Freedigitalphoto.net “I’m going on another mile. Can I sign you up for the field trip?”
Hmm, spend an evening in a remote wilderness with this charming, magnetic man? And ten teenagers? “Against my better judgment, I’ll say yes.”
“Great! Okay, what do I do now? About Marguerite. How can I get the princess to rubber stamp my application?”
God, she hated it when he called her that. It was derogatory. Just like when Aron dumped her. “Princess” couldn’t be further from the truth. Even if he didn’t know who she really was, the label stung. Suddenly, Friday night’s trip to the wilderness didn’t seem like such a great idea after all. Too late to back out now. She shook off her irritation over Sam’s words.
“Fill out a paper copy and get it to me. I’ll take care of the rest. But only if you promise to apologize to Marguerite once she approves it.”
“Will I have to do it in a mall?”
“Sam—”
“Okay. You’re right. That isn’t nice.” He grinned at her. The little divots in his cheeks loomed larger than the Grand Canyon, easing her anger and hurt over his opinion of the head of the foundation.
She lifted the bottom edge of her running jacket to swipe the sweat away. When she lowered it, she caught him staring at her chest with lust-filled eyes. Losing herself in the depth of them, she almost lost track of where they were. The picture in her mind had them twined together under silk sheets, not standing on a street corner. The blaring of a car horn jerked her back to the present. Sam raised his hand, acknowledging the driver. Thankfully, she’d had time to collect her scattered thoughts and focus on the here and now.
“Get the paperwork to me whenever you can. I’ll make sure it gets the attention it needs.”
Now, if only she could get the attention she needed.
Hmm, spend an evening in a remote wilderness with this charming, magnetic man? And ten teenagers? “Against my better judgment, I’ll say yes.”
“Great! Okay, what do I do now? About Marguerite. How can I get the princess to rubber stamp my application?”
God, she hated it when he called her that. It was derogatory. Just like when Aron dumped her. “Princess” couldn’t be further from the truth. Even if he didn’t know who she really was, the label stung. Suddenly, Friday night’s trip to the wilderness didn’t seem like such a great idea after all. Too late to back out now. She shook off her irritation over Sam’s words.
“Fill out a paper copy and get it to me. I’ll take care of the rest. But only if you promise to apologize to Marguerite once she approves it.”
“Will I have to do it in a mall?”
“Sam—”
“Okay. You’re right. That isn’t nice.” He grinned at her. The little divots in his cheeks loomed larger than the Grand Canyon, easing her anger and hurt over his opinion of the head of the foundation.
She lifted the bottom edge of her running jacket to swipe the sweat away. When she lowered it, she caught him staring at her chest with lust-filled eyes. Losing herself in the depth of them, she almost lost track of where they were. The picture in her mind had them twined together under silk sheets, not standing on a street corner. The blaring of a car horn jerked her back to the present. Sam raised his hand, acknowledging the driver. Thankfully, she’d had time to collect her scattered thoughts and focus on the here and now.
“Get the paperwork to me whenever you can. I’ll make sure it gets the attention it needs.”
Now, if only she could get the attention she needed.
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