Rude Awakening releases with Samhain publishing on June 30th. YAY!!! It's been a long time since I've had anything new to offer, I'm both nervous and estatic .
I adore these characters. Jaimee is close to my heart and someone I think all of us can relate to in some way. Maxine is a friend I think we all would love to have. Lucas is alpha but knows how to be gentle too. I loved writing this book and I hope it shows!
Love!
Roni
Rude Awakening Excerpt
Warm oil-slicked hands pressed lightly at the small of Jaimee’s back on either side of her spine. Firmly they stroked upward to her shoulder blades. She surrendered to the tranquility melting her tense muscles as Blayne’s hands curved around her shoulders and smoothed back down her ribs. His fingertips grazed the rounded sides of her breasts and she sucked in a breath. She shook off the uneasy feeling as his hands moved down, circled right above her hips and moved up her back and over her shoulders.
Again his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts and Jaimee cleared her throat. Blayne paused for a moment then continued. Each pass of his hands over her breasts sent warm sensations feathering through her body. Don’t be such a prude, Jaimee, she told herself. It was just because she’d been neglecting those needs since Brent died. She hadn’t even wanted to touch herself. Well, she’d wanted to, and she had and it only served to remind her of what she didn’t have. She’d tried so hard to close off that part of herself, maybe even before she lost Brent, maybe, just a little.
Blayne hadn’t said a word since he came back. The pamphlet had said that conversation during the massage should be kept to a minimum to allow for relaxation and concentration. Jaimee took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. Concentrate. Okay she could do that. Anything to take her mind off the fact that this man…this gay man…was making her feel things she wasn’t prepared to feel. She wanted to laugh at herself. Stupid to believe that just because the man was gay didn’t mean she wouldn’t become aroused by his touch.
Liquid heat spread through her with every long firm stroke up, around and back down her body. She squeezed her eyes shut as his hands began moving over her body in a circular motion. Steadily, with firm pressure, his hands were very warm, almost hot on her body. They moved up slowly, back down over the slope of her ass, back up. He moved around the table to the other side. Though he lifted his hand from her back to lift the sheet from her legs, fold it and lay it across her butt he kept his hip pressed against hers, never breaking contact.
He poured more oil into his palm and warmed it between his hands. Starting at her ankles he moved up her calves in long firm strokes. Thank God she’d shaved. As his hands moved upward, past the back of her knees, she held her breath. Using the heel of his palm he smoothed his hand up her thigh in long strokes and she held her breath as his hand curved around, his fingers an inch away from her pussy as they smoothed over her inner thigh.
Alarm bells were going off and at the same time her body reacted heatedly, aching for more of his touch. Her nipples ached as they hardened, pressing against the table. Afraid to let Blayne know what was happening to her at his touch, Jaimee bit her lip. She focused on trying to make her body go numb, trying to block out the pleasure that spiraled through her with every stroke.
Up again, his hands were moving up her leg, this time milking her muscles. Jaimee couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips as strong oil-slicked hands moved over her body, working up her back over her shoulders and arms Desperately she tried to control her breathing. Strong hands kneaded her flesh, long fingers…those weren’t Blayne’s fingers. Blayne’s fingers were short. These fingers were long…
“Flip over for me, Jaimee.”
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