An Illicit Seduction releases April 7th, 2020 which is really just a few weeks away, when you think about it. Here is a sample, a sneak peek, a lil sumn sumn to make the wait worth your while. It’s not much, as I’m trying to keep the spoilers to a minimum, but something is better than nothing amen? Amen.
The words below are unedited (very, very unedited), subject to change (highly subject to change), and all mine. Enjoy.
“That is one fine man!”
“Ooh girl, he wants you bad!”
“Aww, y’all are so cute!”
Shaking her head, Seraph grabbed the pitcher of mimosas and refilled her glass once more. “All three of you are fucking insane.”
Twyla leaned toward her. “Don’t be like that, friend.”
Seraph glared at Twyla. “You’re trying to get me sent to hell like I haven’t been busting my ass to earn my way back into heaven after those wild years in undergrad!”
Sierra bucked her eyes and jerked her neck back. “With all of the shit you did, there isn’t enough redemption in the Gulf of Mexico! You might as well hop on Damon’s dick and ride him to the seventh level of hell!”
Twyla screamed and Vanessa busted out laughing, spraying chewed bits of crawfish across the table.
“Oh my god!” Vanessa yelled, laughter and the food in her mouth making her words barely understandable. “My bad, y’all!”
Shaking her head and trying valiantly not to laugh herself, Seraph pushed back from the table. “I’m going to the bathroom. You bitches have turned my stomach.”
The three women laughed even louder as Seraph waved her middle finger at them and walked off. She exited the bathroom just as Damon came through the door that separated the hallway from the rest of the restaurant. Maybe it was all of the comments from her friends, or maybe it was the influence of the six mimosas she’d imbibed, but suddenly she couldn’t help but notice the way his feet turned out as he walked and the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders and hugged his chest. Were those his nipples?
Yeah, it was definitely the mimosas.
Putting those dimples on display, Damon smiled at her. “I saw your friends packing up on my way back here. What are y’all about to get into?”
Seraph shrugged. “I’m not sure. Twyla mentioned something about a new exhibit at the fine arts museum so we might head there.”
“Oh yeah? I love the MOFA. Let me know when y’all decide, and I can come through.”
She pursed her lips. “You’re just gonna abandon your boys like that?”
He stared at her for a moment, not saying anything, just letting his eyes roam from her head to her shoes and back up before he bit his lip, his grin widening.
“I think they’d understand.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she thought about the way his fingers had trailed up her back not even ten minutes earlier. She shook her head and averted her eyes, glancing behind him at the door that muffled the loud noise from the dining room of the restaurant.
“Don’t look at me like that, Damon.”
His brows lifted and he brushed his palm down over his mustache. He dropped his gaze to the ground before lifting it back up to her, something akin to determination glinting in his dark-brown depths. “How am I looking at you?”
A dozen thoughts ran through her head, all battling to exit her mouth first.
“Like you don’t know me like you know me. Like I’m some woman you just met. Like you want m—” Breaking off on a chuckle, Seraph shook her head. She was going to need a gallon of water to clear her head if this was how the mimosas had her. Those damn drinks almost had some wild shit about to come out of her mouth. “You know what? I’m tripping. I need to go. I’ll see you later.” She started toward him, stopping within arm’s reach when he didn’t move. Hesitantly, she tilted her head back until they were face to face.
“Can I pass?”
“Yeah. Are you going to shoot me the info about the museum?”
“Hell no! This is my free time with my girls. I’m not about to ruin it by having to babysit your ass and I refuse to watch you spend the time all up in their faces.”
One thick eyebrow lifted into the air. “Babysit me?”
“You heard me.”
Dimples disappearing as his smile completely fell from his face, Damon shook his head and moved to one side of the hallway. “Yeah. Alright. See you later.”
Seraph nodded and passed by him, being careful not to allow any part of her body to brush his as she did so.
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