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Hi
all! As I sit and write this little note, it’s cloudy and pouring down rain
outside in the Washington DC area. It’s not the rejuvenating kind to bring out
spring flowers but the gray, ooky kind that’s cold and sort of dreary. But
guess what? I sort of love these days because they go really well with a cup of
Earl Grey and a nice and spicy book. (I happen to be reading Tiger Scars
today!) Not that I ever really need a reason to indulge in a good romance read.
J Whether you’ve got rain, snow,
sunshine or sleet in your neck of the woods, I hope you enjoy my newest
release, the third book in the Sin Pointe series, Sin’s Haven. Thank you for
having me, Doris, and Happy Holidays everyone!
~Editor’s
Pick
Sin’s Haven (A Sin Pointe Novel,
Book 3) Blurb:
When Sin Pointe
webmaster, Benjamin Wright, is publicly humiliated on his birthday, he knows
he’s never gonna be able to show his face around the guys again. But an angelic
hostess who lets him sleep it off at the club seems surprisingly eager to help
him out. Is his luck changing or does she just feel sorry for him?
Hazel Temple, bagel mistress by day and
club hostess by night, feels horrible for inadvertently playing a part in Ben’s
embarrassment and vows to make it up to him—by telling him they had a sizzling
hot one night stand. Still recovering from losing her fiancé to suicide, she
worries about Ben when he discovers her lie. Is she bound to hurt the men she
cares about?
A Sin Pointe camping trip provides Hazel
her chance to get Ben’s groove back.
Will her
webmaster be the one to rock her world?
Sin’s
Haven Excerpt:
Finally, after finding out he seemed to be the
only person there, he tossed the last paper towel he’d used to clean up his
mess and plopped down on the toilet seat where he sat now. What he wasn’t
prepared for was the note he found tucked into his shirt pocket. He patted it
and pulled it out carefully.
“Holy crap. No way.”
He read it again.
Apparently he’d had relations with her, pretty
good ones at that, but had no recollection of it. What was her name? He
couldn’t remember but it started with an H according to the note. Crap. He’d
had hot, amazing sex last night with her? With Haven?
He closed his eyes, and tried to remember
more, considering dropping his pants and inspecting his stuff. He didn’t go
that far but adjusted himself in his briefs, now conscious that he’d been
inside a beautiful woman who he’d somehow brought some pretty decent pleasure
to. More amazing than that, she hadn’t been turned off when she’d seen him.
God, this was the weirdest feeling in the world.
But straining to remember more was no use. It
only gave him a worse headache, not a name of the woman he’d slept with so
carelessly. Or any remembrance of touching her. No way would he have not
touched her. Ah, he did remember feeling something. He was an idiot. She’d sung
him happy birthday, which would have been cool if he hadn’t just been crowned
king of the losers by Erby. Wait, before that. The chorus of his favorite song
as he’d sat there in silent chaos had touched him, even if he hadn’t let it
show.
Somehow, after all that, he’d gotten close
enough to kiss this other woman. Back on that well-meant futon. But how in the
world did a guy like him end up hooking up with a woman like Haven?
She probably felt bad for him.
Story of my life, he thought.
Where was she now? Was she okay? They’d been
in the office together. Which meant she could have seen him tossing his nachos.
Surely she’d written the note and left in time to spare them both that lovely
experience. And apparently, she was well. Better than well.
He shook his head, trying to understand last
night. The problem was, his pride might be swelling on one hand but on the
other, he felt like a huge ass wipe. He’d slept with a woman whose name he
couldn’t remember and oh yeah, he didn’t do that kind of thing. It wasn’t
anywhere in his nature. Jaxon and Stefan made women melt at the mere thought of
the things those guys could do to them. Unless a chick was super into a
personalized website or slick Facebook banner, Ben didn’t have much woo factor
to offer. And a one-night-stand-to-blow-your-mind was definitely not on his
menu. He wouldn’t have slept with Erby on their first date and he’d known her
for six years! Okay, maybe he would have last night...
“I suck and ow,” he said, holding his head in
one hand while his elbow dug into his knee. Closing his eyes, he tried to
remember Haven’s hands on his legs, maybe playing with his knees. It was a hot
fantasy, but he got nothing. “Great, just great,” he muttered and then stood up
and flushed, even though he hadn’t even dropped his trousers.
It was time to make his way out.
But what if she was out there, waiting?
An apology. That’s what he owed her. A big ole
I’m sorry. This woman might have been pleased with her experience but she
should know he wasn’t that kind of guy.
As he dragged his reluctant feet from the
stall, her kiss popped onto his lips. He remembered. She’d tasted like sweet
cherries. He was so screwed. He knew he’d messed up and had no idea how to deal
with this which meant avoidance until he figured it out. What would Jaxon do?
“You’re not Jaxon, dip wad. You’re Saint
Benjamin,” he told himself as he swallowed, and followed the narrow hallway
from the back office up to the café.
Coffee.
He needed some and if she was up there, he
could invite her to have a cup with him. And maybe talk. Nerves brewed heavy in
his stomach as he pushed open the curtains that divided the club from the café.
Why in the world he chose that very moment to start worrying about condoms was
beyond him. But he fumbled for his wallet and found the one he kept still
tucked into his bill fold.
“Oh shit.”
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