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Shannon wanted him to move in right away. She got dressed,
wore one of Frankie’s big shirts and her drawstring pants and announced she was
going to help him move. That day.
“No hurry
on all this, Shannon. I can get it. Not like there’s a ton of stuff.”
“Al the
better to do it now. And besides, I’m big, or haven’t you noticed?” She pulled
her shirt up, and damn, every time she showed him her bare tummy with the belly
button that had started becoming an “outie” he got hard. He silently cursed
himself, but she had such an enormous effect on him, he could hardly be in the
same room with her without getting hard.
T.J.
promised he’d get things moved over in the afternoon.
“No. We.
Do. It. Now.”
“Shannon, honey, my place is—”
“I know. A
bachelor pad. You probably never anticipated having to entertain me there.”
“I never entertain there period.” Even before Frankie had
married Shannon, the two of them had little in the way of furniture, using
cardboard boxes for tables they used to clean their weapons while watching TV
set above some fruit crates. They hadn’t bothered to buy a couch, chairs, or even a dinette set. But they did
have the biggest TV they could afford, and a gas-fired barbeque. Frankie’s room
was bare, since T.J. hadn’t had time to get another roommate.
When they
got to the complex, T.J. tried one more time to ask her to stay in the truck
while he went inside and got his things. The answer was the same.
First thing
he noticed was the smell, coming from the brown bag left by the front door, since
he hadn’t invested in a garbage can. He’d left remnants of a sandwich, a sour
half quart of milk and some wrappers that had gotten heated up in the two days
since he’d been home. He’d not turned on the AC because he had to pay the
electric bill was not part of the lease. He never left it on because he never
knew when he’d be back home.
Shannon went over to the sliding glass door and opened it,
looking for a screen that was non-existent. She gave him a quirky look.
“Football
accident. Screen is downstairs in the carport, a little bent.”
She walked
to his efficiency kitchen. T.J. tried to place his body between her vision and
the sink full of dishes.
“Shannon, stop checking me out.”
She glanced down at his
package. “I wasn’t checking you out, but, come to think of it, that might not
be a very bad idea.” She slid over to him and placed her palm warmly against
him and gave him a smile. “Nice, T.J. I can see all this turns you on too. Like
playing house?”
“Seriously, Shannon, let’s just get
this stuff out of here and get out. You don’t have to look over everything, do
you?”
She stepped as close as she
could to him, her belly being the obvious impediment. As she squeezed and
pressed her palm against the hardened ridge of his shaft. “What are you worried
about, T.J. We’re all friends here, very good friends.”
He was having a hard time liking
it, but his groin was loving the massage her strong little hand was giving him.
Damn, he was filled with such confusing thoughts and feelings. A real mixture
of dread and lust. Like a pebble skirting on the edge, he allowed himself to be
lead around by the nose of her psyche while she had her way with him. He was
powerless to stop it.
“Show me your bedroom. Now.” She
demanded.
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Bio for Sharon Hamilton
Sharon’s
NYT and USA Today bestselling novels are almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the
SEAL Brotherhood. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through
passion and true love. This series continues with book 8, SEAL’s Promise,
releasing November 11, 2014. All of her SEAL Brotherhood Series are available
in audio book. She has maintained an Amazon top 100 author status in Romantic
Suspense for since the end of 2012.
Her
Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since
they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the
sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series, has
earned the Amazon designation of #1 Gothic Romance. It and Book 2 in the series,
Mortal Bite are both available on audio as well.
Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges
they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the
brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.
Sharon
lives in Sonoma County, California, with her husband and two Dobermans. A
lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra
dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom
varieties of vegetables and flowers.
"True Love Heals in the Gardens of the
Heart"
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