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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

For Your Reading Pleasure...

This is just a short excerpt, one to whet your appetite, so to speak. And it's not really very dirty, though let me tell you, this book is steamy with a capital S! So if you don't like erotic romance, this story is not for you.

If you like erotic romance, I hope you like Release Me cos these two can't keep their hands off each other!


Sommer opened the door to find Ted standing on her doorstep, looking far better than any man should. His jeans were molded to his muscular legs, and his white button up shirt was untucked, with the sleeves rolled up. A lock of dark hair hung over his forehead and she was again tempted to push it back. His glasses were gone, those gorgeous eyes of his appraising her, drinking her in. She realized she didn't want to go to dinner. She didn't want to leave the house. She wanted to grab his hand, yank him inside, and drag him to her bedroom instead.

"Miss Daniels," he said with a smile, and she sucked in a breath at the sight of it. Her knees felt like they could melt.

"Theodore." Sommer nodded at him politely. She realized she loved it when he called her Miss Daniels. Made her feel like a naughty schoolteacher.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. "You know, no one calls me Theodore except my Aunt Betty."

"Your Aunt Betty and me," she corrected.

He chuckled. "Everyone who knows me and loves me calls me Teddy."

"Well, I don't really know you and I certainly don't love you, so Theodore will have to do for now." She paused, arched a brow at him. "Would you like to come in for a minute? Before we go to dinner?"

"I would love to come in, Miss Daniels."

She held the door open and Ted walked in, stopping in the entryway to survey her home. He smiled over his shoulder at her. "Very nice."

"Thank you," she said as she shut the door.

"You've done quite well for yourself, Miss Daniels."

"Please." She walked over so she stood beside him, and ran her hand over his broad shoulder. "How many times do I have to remind you? Call me Sommer."

"I always seem to forget that...Sommer. For whatever reason, you're just Miss Daniels to me."

"Except when you're in the throes of an orgasm. I've noticed you don't call me Miss Daniels then." She smiled wickedly.

His eyes turned at least two shades darker, as they seemed to do when he was turned on. "You're right. It doesn't seem proper yelling out Miss Daniels when I'm inside of you."

Mmm. His words conjured up all sorts of images, things she wouldn't mind trying. With him. Mr. My Name is Ted and It Rhymes with Bed. She really needed to get her mind out of the gutter. "Would you like something to drink?"

He shook his head, reached out, and pulled her to him, until her body was flush against his.
"What I would like, is you."


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