Here is the Cover for the second book Entice… along with some teasers, as she posts them I will add them here.
What if everything you think you want isn’t what you actually need…
Dr. Shelly Monroe is a woman who doesn’t shy away from going after what she wants, but lately good sex has been hard to find. Shelly’s become increasingly frustrated with the men she’s been dating and the men she believes are the right choice.
Joshua Daniels is certainly not even close to the right choice. In fact he is exactly the wrong choice. For one thing, he’s Mason Langley’s best friend and best man. Second he’s too much of a risky complication for Shelly to even consider.
Then why can’t she stop thinking about how delicious he looked that first night she met him at Exquisite? Why is it so imperative to keep her lusty desire for a man that doesn’t meet her preconceived mold hidden from Lena and Mason, her trusted friends?
It seems unreasonable that being with a man completely wrong in theory could somehow feel so right. Then why is it the more she sees him the more enticing he becomes?
Trailer for Entice
“Move your hand Shelly.” he managed.
He watched her eyes spark with mischief and then she started to move her hand up his leg toward his throbbing hard on.
“Not there.” he told her through clenched teeth. “Move your hand away from me or we’re going to have an accident.”
The grin he got was full of sex and promises as she leaned up squeezing his thigh and put her mouth next to his ear.
“Find a Motel.”
Feeling a grin on her mouth she lowered her voice, “Do you always look like you just got out of a woman’s bed?”
The phone went quiet and the silence was so thick it was hard to hear his words as they slid through the phone and into her ear.
“Is that how I look?”
Groaning softly, Shelly let her eyes fall closed thinking about how sexy Josh Daniels was. Everything about him appealed to her and right now she wished he was in her bed on top of her.
A new deal? Did she really want to do this?
“Shelly?” he asked in a voice that was designed to seduce.
“Yes, that’s how you look. You always look like you just rolled out of some woman’s bed who had her hands tunneled through your long hair hanging on for dear life,” she paused and then tacked on the end, “and to answer your question, no I’m not always perfectly put together. I’m not right now.”
“Getting in some early morning cardio?” Shelly asked with a raised brow.
She watched as Mason strolled forward in some low riding sweats and a white t-shirt, and placed a hand on Lena’s shoulder.
“I was trying, but she’s conserving all her strength for you.” he told Shelly with a smirk.
Poking her tongue out at him Shelly strolled into the loft, “Lucky me.”
Stopping at the kitchen she noticed the usual OJ sitting on the counter and picked it up to take a sip. “Oh Mason! Forget Lena, come live with me and squeeze my oranges.”
Mason let out a loud laugh, as Lena punched her lightly on the arm.
“That did not sound right,” Lena muttered, “He better not squeeze anything of anybody’s, except mine.”
Smiling, Shelly took another sip and shrugged, “Hey it was worth a shot.”
“Yeah well you can forget it. The chef, the playboy and the charmer is all mine.”
“Ahh, ladies? I’m still in the room. Although I have to tell you, being fought over is kind of hot. Can you maybe start pulling hair? Ripping clothes?” Mason pretended to look around as he opened the fridge, “I’m sure I can find some jello for you to both roll in.”
Silence fell around the table as everyone turned to face Rachel, who was now looking at Josh with a huge grin plastered on her face.
Josh shook his head and raised a hand to run it through his hair. “You’re a pain in the ass Rach.” He muttered.
“Why? It’s true. You and Mason had girls lining up to date you, and every weekend they had a different girl with them.” she paused and then laughed, ‘They were all morons.”
When Roger turned to pass her the bowl of pasta, Shelly scooped some out and then handed it to Mason. She then looked at Josh who was sitting silently shaking his head, so she asked.
“Is that what turns you on in a woman Josh?”
His eyes snapped up and locked on hers. “Not lately.”
The whole table went silent and Shelly felt her stomach tighten. She was about to speak up to break the awkward moment and ask what had changed, when Mason broke the tension instead.
“Nope. Josh told me he’s looking for a girl who is sweet and kind. A proper little angel.”
Shelly arched a brow, really? Now that was interesting. She watched as Josh flipped Mason off.
“Screw you, man. Is nothing sacred?”
“Not around here.” Mason finished, shoveling food in his mouth with his mischievous eyes now on her.
Rachel moved around from behind Lena and shook her head as she looked Shelly over.
“No.” she told her pointedly.
“No?” Shelly questioned, looking down at her flirty pink skirt and black strappy top. “What’s wrong with it?”
Rachel rolled her eyes shaking her head. She was dressed tonight in skin-tight, black, leather pants and a black halter neck top that had no back to it. Her dark hair was pulled up in a tight high ponytail and the purple tips were brushing the nape of her neck.
As Rachel walked around her, Shelly noticed for the first time a wicked looking tattoo running vertical along the length of her spine, disappearing beneath leather pants as far as Shelly could tell.
Shelly looked over to Lena, mouth open, and her friend shook her head.
“I didn’t know she had it either.” Lena paused and then chuckled, “She has a whole bunch. We were looking on the way over here.”
Shelly turned back to look at Rachel who was still frowning at her and asked again.
“What do you mean no?”
“You look like you’re going to a high school dance.” Rachel told her with a smirk.
Shelly tried not to be offended but decided if Rachel was going to turn up looking like the sexiest version of a goth dominatrix, she needed a drink to deal with the fashion advice.
Most of the time Shelly was the one handing out the opinions, however tonight it appeared she was completely out of her depth.
Moving to the kitchen Shelly poured them all a lemon drop martini and then handed it to the girls looking back at goth Barbie in the corner.
“Well I’m sorry I don’t know how to dress appropriately for a place called, Whip Me.”
Lena laughed as Rachel raised a brow, “It’s Whipped Monroe, and don’t be so quick to judge.”
Rolling his eyes at his friend Josh nodded. “Yeah. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The first thing she did when we met was size me up like her next meal.”
That set his friend off again. Mason was laughing so hard he had tears coming out his eyes.
“Ah man! Don’t you remember when we were in high school and we’d kill for a girl to look at us like that, and now you’re acting like a horrified virgin.” Mason grinned, “Which I know you’re not.”
“Shut the hell up, Casanova.” Josh threw at him.
Mason’s mouth snapped shut and he glared at him. “Alright, who told you?” Shaking his head Mason narrowed his eyes, “Forget it I know. Rachel’s a dead woman.”
You’re late.” She watched as he brought his arm up and looked at his watch, and then he dropped it back down by his side and sauntered into the room.
“Not by my watch.” He moved around the chair that sat facing her, and leaned across the desk, “Want to check doctor?”
She reached out and grabbed his thick wrist tugging him further over the desk. He placed his other hand flat down on the top of the glossy surface to brace himself, as she looked at his watch. It did in fact have 2:00 p.m. on the readout.
Raising her eyes to his, she saw him quirk an eyebrow up and then he asked.
“What was going to be my punishment?” then he paused as she sat back in her chair. He straightened and took a seat in the chair opposite her and the desk.
Shelly looked at him, sitting across from her with his legs spread and his hands resting on his jean clad thighs and told him bluntly.
“I was going to send you away.” He seemed to think that over and then nodded once.
“Sure you were.”
Shelly cocked her head to the side and then stood. She watched his eyes track her as she rounded the desk and came to stand in front of it. Leaning back she rested her butt up against the edge, looking down at him.
“You don’t think I would’ve?” she questioned as she let her eyes fall down to those spread legs and the expanding bulge in between. “My time is very valuable. Especially around here.”
He tilted his head to the side and then let those deep brown eyes track down her scrubs before they came back up to rest on her face.
“Oh I believe it. You’re a doctor, this is a hospital. Of course you’re valuable. Which makes me wonder if you brought me down here to tease, or to deliver?”