SKIRT CHASER: Teaser #12


The side of his mouth curved. “I like the way you’re trembling, Evie.” He kissed the top of her thigh, running his hands slowly up her legs, tucking his fingers into her panties. Boldly, and with his simmering eyes still on hers, teeth nibbling his bottom lip, he slowly pulled her panties down until she could step out of them.

God, the confidence, the heat, the hunger…her heart banged against her chest, lost to everything that Grey stood for in that moment. Somehow, within his intense gaze, she felt stronger, less shy, freer. He wasn’t thinking of his pleasure now, she could tell. He desired her. The longing she saw as he stared back at her, the knowledge that’d he been wanting and waiting to taste her, brought a ravenous hunger she couldn’t ignore.

“Do not stop looking at me,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs.


SKIRT CHASER: Teaser #10


Do you want me to fuck you, Evie?”


His sizzling gaze held hers. “Beg me,” he murmured.

She finally breathed again, near gasping now, seeing the promise in his eyes that he’d give her pleasures she’d never known. “Please, I want you…I need you.”

“No.” He stepped in between her spread legs, gazing at her bare breasts before looking her in the eye again. “I don’t want to hear it from your mouth…show me….” He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip, and in that second, she felt every barrier she’d ever put in place come tumbling down under the strength of his touch. She didn’t need to worry with him. She could let go.

She felt her heart soften as she leaned forward and sucked on his thumb.

His eyes flared with heady heat. “Yeah, angel, that’s what I want. Give me everything.”



A tropical island, a gorgeous architect, and a kinky adventure—love is about to get filthy!

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Greyson Crawford works hard by day and plays even harder at night. And he understands and obeys the rules of the game. One, don’t mix business and pleasure. Two, employees are off-limits. So, he’s been eagerly counting down the days until interior designer, Evie Richards is no longer under contract with his Seattle architecture firm. But when that day comes, he realizes there are more obstacles in his way. The biggest…Evie herself.

Until Evie gets asked to be the maid-of-honor in her best friend’s destination wedding, and Evie needs a date. The circumstances are perfect for Greyson to set his plan of seduction into motion. He will happily play the boyfriend for the weeklong wedding event, if Evie will surrender to his every command and play in his bed.

For Evie, it’s all fun and games until Greyson’s first touch; then she begins to question what’s real. She knows better than to fall for a guy like Greyson—a skirt chasing ladies’ man—but with every slow caress and kinky adventure, she realizes that Greyson knows what he wants, and it isn’t just her body surrendering to him…it’s her heart.



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 “Don’t move.”

Dressed in a black bikini, she froze. Perhaps at the heat in his voice, at the dominance flooding him. Their time together was counting down, and he wouldn’t waste any of the minutes he had left. He moved to her, never taking his eyes off her, consumed by the lust raging in her eyes. She’d given him this look many times before now. A look so hot and needy he’d jerked his cock many times thinking of her this way. Before, he couldn’t do anything about it, always having to stay professional. Not anymore. Now, he could fully unleash himself, not having to worry about scaring her off, being too much man for her.

When he reached her, he scanned her face, loving the delicate pinkish hue to her cheeks and the way her lips parted, her breaths seeming harder to drag in. His cock twitched in his swim trunks, throbbing to be deep inside her.

“Be still,” he murmured, tangling his fingers into her wet hair, angling her head where he wanted it. He dropped his mouth against her neck and kissed from her shoulder to her ear, swirling his tongue, enjoying the way she wiggled her stomach eagerly against his dick. Her sweet, salty taste made him groan. He slid his hand over her bottom, squeezing the fleshy skin. She began moaning, softening beneath his touch, offering herself to him in all the ways he wanted her.