Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday, a blog event that happens every Sunday, giving authors a chance to highlight their work. Today I'm giving you another peek from Cooking Up Love.
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In this scene Jem and Jack have argued and are about to make up.
“You’re doing that wrong,” Jack commented.
Jem glanced up at him confused.
He gestured to her sanding job. “You’re supposed to sand with the grain, not against
it. What are you trying to accomplish?”
“Oh. I got a splinter the other day when I was cleaning it. I thought I’d sand the
rough spots, then oil and seal it.”
“I have a power sander. I’ll do it for you.”
“I wanted to do it myself.”
“Then you should do it right.” Jack came around the island and stood next to her. He
put his hand on top of hers and moved it. Then he lifted and pulled their joined hands to
the original starting point and repeated the motion. “Like this.”
Glancing up at him, she realized his attention wasn’t on the countertop, but on her
neck. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed the skin under her ear, making her shudder
as his hand held and moved hers. Shifting, he crowded against her, behind her and ran his
left hand down her shoulder to her hand where it rested on the countertop, trapping her
back against his front. His lips heated her neck, lingering, nibbling. When he touched the
tip of his tongue to her racing pulse, her breath hitched.
“When you’re sanding wood, it’s best to move slowly. Back and forth, in a regular
rhythm, a slow motion forward, drawing back just as slowly, then repeat. Eventually,
repeating this motion achieves a magnificent finish.” He breathed raggedly in her ear and
dipped his tongue in the opening.
“You’re making that up,” Jem panted. The effect of his evocative words, his magic
tongue and the stiff erection he pressed against her bottom made it difficult for her to
speak.
He grasped her around the middle and pulled her shirt from the waistband of her
jeans. “No, I’m not. I swear. There is a proper motion for sanding.”
“Is that what fashionable contractors are calling it these days, Jack? Getting their
wood sanded?”
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There is a link at the end of this post so you can read snippets from other terrific authors, as well as a link to retailers where you can purchase Cooking Up Love.
In this scene Jem and Jack have argued and are about to make up.
“You’re doing that wrong,” Jack commented.
Jem glanced up at him confused.
He gestured to her sanding job. “You’re supposed to sand with the grain, not against
it. What are you trying to accomplish?”
“Oh. I got a splinter the other day when I was cleaning it. I thought I’d sand the
rough spots, then oil and seal it.”
“I have a power sander. I’ll do it for you.”
“I wanted to do it myself.”
“Then you should do it right.” Jack came around the island and stood next to her. He
put his hand on top of hers and moved it. Then he lifted and pulled their joined hands to
the original starting point and repeated the motion. “Like this.”
Glancing up at him, she realized his attention wasn’t on the countertop, but on her
neck. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed the skin under her ear, making her shudder
as his hand held and moved hers. Shifting, he crowded against her, behind her and ran his
left hand down her shoulder to her hand where it rested on the countertop, trapping her
back against his front. His lips heated her neck, lingering, nibbling. When he touched the
tip of his tongue to her racing pulse, her breath hitched.
“When you’re sanding wood, it’s best to move slowly. Back and forth, in a regular
rhythm, a slow motion forward, drawing back just as slowly, then repeat. Eventually,
repeating this motion achieves a magnificent finish.” He breathed raggedly in her ear and
dipped his tongue in the opening.
“You’re making that up,” Jem panted. The effect of his evocative words, his magic
tongue and the stiff erection he pressed against her bottom made it difficult for her to
speak.
He grasped her around the middle and pulled her shirt from the waistband of her
jeans. “No, I’m not. I swear. There is a proper motion for sanding.”
“Is that what fashionable contractors are calling it these days, Jack? Getting their
wood sanded?”
Hope you enjoyed this snippet. Click here for more Sneak Peek participating authors
Amazon | Kobo | iTunes | Coming Soon to Barnes and Noble
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