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I'm so excited to share with you Michel Prince's latest steamy book. Luckily I can call her a frriend but also she is an amazing author. Her first book has been meet with rave reviews and if this excerpt is any indication, this book will be an award winner as well.  “You’re back,” I said with too much of a lilt. God, I sounded like a groupie trying to pretend I wasn’t.
“Yes. Do you need anything?” Nye asked. “Besides my freedom?” Nye just stared at me. “Right…food, water, bathroom,” I started a list. “The commode is through that door. What are you hungry for?” “What do you have?” “Pretty much everything.” “Fine, then how about a half dozen chicken flautas with some guacamole and a cerveza, por favor.” “Tap or bottle?” “Bottle,” I replied sheepishly. “Domestic or imported? Though, considering your condition I wouldn’t choose alcohol.” “You have a pineapple Juarito?” “Yes.” “You really have flautas and Juaritos?” I asked, amazed he’d have my favorite drink. “Yes, and what kind of guac do you want? Lots of peppers and onions? Tomatoes?” “Yea. Everything.” “Fine. You need help to the commode?” Commode, what is he ninety? “No, I should be fine.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, knowing I’d have to put most of my weight on my left leg warily I stood up. Knowledge of my weakness could not prepare me for the reality of it. I crumpled to the floor as if I were a knight who’d just lost his head on the battlefield. Embarrassed I laid there hoping by some miracle Nye hadn’t seen me. His large boots were right by my eyes and I looked up as he was crouching to help. Our eyes locked and I was just a breath away from his lips. Mine puckered as his pulled in and I inhaled deeply to hold back the urge to explore his mouth with my tongue. His hands were warm again against my body and I wondered why they weren’t warm like body heat. They were just warm. He lifted me to the bathroom, leaning me against the sink, and then brought me a cane from the bedroom. “Here, see if this helps.” I leaned on the cane bracing myself shifting my weight back and forth until I felt comfortable. “It’s good.” “Look, it may take me a little bit to get your food for you. If you want, take a bath. There’s a robe on the back of the door and I can try to scrounge up some clothes for you. Yours have to be feeling…” “Nasty, yes, they are, thanks. I’m a size two, if you find anything.” “Yes, ma’am.” Nye left and I spied the huge Jacuzzi. I looked around for something to wash with and found rose water bath bubbles and three types of soaps in a closet. I ran the water in the Jacuzzi and dripped the rose water bath bubbles under the Koehler farmer’s spigot. I pulled off the shorts and underwear that appeared to be glued to my body. I slid my lower body into the water, which was just a few degrees below scalding, the way I liked it. My muscles started to loosen as the heat ate into them. Pulling off my tank top, followed by my bra, I slid the rest of the way into the water and sighed. I was loving every second of the feeling. Sure, I was a hostage, but it wasn’t all that bad. Nye was gorgeous and obviously not interested in me. He can just be a fantasy. What woman doesn’t have the fantasy? Okay, so this was going too far. This was how I got where I was. The bubbles covered my chest. The smell of roses filled my nose as I fell asleep in the warm water. “Kiri,” Nye said softly. My eyes fluttered as I saw the dark figure I was growing accustomed to. “Yes, Nye.” “Um…your food?” “Thank you,” I smiled. I hoped he wouldn’t turn away, but he did. Why did he have to hate me, I thought. Screw this. I wanted him. I love that he calls me Kiri. No one ever did that. I love that his hands changed temperature and he seemed ashamed of it. I love that his eyes were jet black, but still sparkled. “I’m going to need your help,” I said quickly. “What?” “I won’t be able to stand up to dry myself. I don’t mean to make you nervous, but I need your help. Or send that woman in here, but I’d prefer you.” **** My heart raced. Kiri’s. Body. Naked! And she wanted me to dry her. Help her dress. What was she up to? Did she think I’d let her go if she was naked in front of me? She did offer for D to help her. But I didn’t want anyone with her. Only me. It was not like there weren’t windows from the evaporated bubbles showing her soft, sun-kissed skin under the water. I could see the tan line from where her bathing suit had covered her. The light pink skin was even more alluring then the tanned. But it was her eyes. She wasn’t questioning herself. She wanted me to do this. No. I must be dreaming. Oh well, if it’s a dream, I might as well finish it out, I thought. How long had it been since I had a wet dream? Decades would be an understatement. “Me?” “Yes, you. Either that or I drain the tub and freeze while I try to dry myself in the wet tub, then get dressed while maneuvering a cane. Not as appealing as you holding me up and rubbing me down.” Holy. Crap. Yep. I fell asleep while I was cooking. Makes a heck of a lot more sense than this. My breath caught as my hand slipped in the water, brushed her leg, then drained the tub. I snatched for the towel on the shelf. Her smile confirmed I was dreaming. I reached for her, feeling the silkiness of wet skin. I started growing the instant I touched her. I pulled her up with one arm and wrapped a towel around her with the other. Her body fell onto me and I lost my balance, and we fell to the floor. “Smooth one, slick,” she giggled. “Now what are you gonna do to me?” The giggles made her body shake on top of me. With her face right above mine, it would only take the slightest movement for me to kiss her. She licked her lips and I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over and trapped her underneath me. Kiri might have been trapped underneath, but I felt more trapped by my feelings. I wanted to taste her lips, then work my way down her body. That towel wasn’t enough to stop the urges building. I could feel my hardness pressing against her. Her leg slipped to the side and I fell between her legs. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My lips were on hers and she hungrily tugged the back of my head and held me tight to her. My fingers fumbled at my belt and then my zipper. She released me, a look of desire burning in her eyes. Kiri’s neck was as soft as I had imagined as I kissed it lightly. She extended it to give me full access. I licked her from the crook of her neck up to her ear. The towel dropped to the ground and I pulled back to see all the glory of her body. Never in my life had I wanted anyone more. The soft, peach-size mounds on her chest called to me. I felt as if I was diving in a pool of warm water as I went for them. My lips surrounded one, sucked the sweet tender skin. Moans escaped her lips as I eased down my pants. “Please. Please, Nye.” “Yes. Yes, I will Kiri. Anything.” “It’s freezing. You’re freezing me.” “No, I’m hot. You have me burning.” “Ahhh no. I’m going to catch pneumonia.” I opened my eyes to see I was nowhere near her chest. The towel was still in place. I hadn’t kissed her. I hadn’t started with her. And she hadn’t begged me to take her. I jumped up and hit the counter, then slid to the floor. I looked down to see my pants were in place. The erection was still there, but it was locked safely away behind my zipper. What a hot little excerpt. You can get your copy today! Buy Links: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefrozen-882471-140.html http://www.amazon.com/The-Frozenebook/dp/B008M9TH1Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342838843&sr=8-1&keywords=the+frozen+by+michel+prince http://www.bookstrand.com/the-frozen http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-frozen-michel-prince/1112132379?ean=2940014965316 |
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