Synopsis:
"There's a fine
line between reality and fantasy and all it takes is the right amount of desire
to cross that line." ~Coco, owner of the Silk Stocking Inn
An erotic confection
from bestselling authors Tess Oliver & Anna Hart.
Jessi has it all, success, money and a corner office with a
view. The only thing she doesn't have is the right man. But when a wrong turn
lands her at the welcome mat of the Silk Stocking Inn, and in the arms of hot
handyman, Grayson, Jessi's well-planned life is turned upside down . . . both
in and out of bed.
Jessi is about to get a tasty sample of love, erotic
fantasies and red velvet cupcakes.
Red Velvet is a standalone book and the first installation
of the sexy Silk Stocking Inn series.
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Excerpt:
I stepped into the water. Teeny, opalescent bubbles floated
up as my body sank down into the lavender scented water. I put the blindfold
over my head and pulled it down over my eyes. My elbow hit the bar of soap
resting on the edge of the tub. It thudded on the floor. I was too cozy in my
bubble quilt to reach for it.
The tub was designed perfectly for reclining. I relaxed back
with a long sigh.
A rush of cool air ushered inside the bathroom and footsteps
plodded over the tile floor. Coco returning with the towels, I decided.
“Coco, I think I just invented a new type of sigh. It’s one
that goes perfectly with the act of melting one’s body into a splendid tub of
warm water.” I repeated the sound, and it swished around the room like a lost
whisper. “Thank you so much for this. If you don’t see me in the morning,
you’ll find me still sitting beneath the bubbles. You can just leave the
towels. If it’s not too much trouble, could you retrieve the bar of soap? I
knocked it off the edge.”
Footsteps tapped the tile as Coco neared the bath. I was
growing drowsy behind the blindfold as I lazily lifted my hand above the
bubbles. Surprisingly callused fingertips grazed my palm as the soap landed on
my hand.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” The deep voice echoed off the walls and
sent me upright.
I yanked off the blindfold and was staring at a faded pair
of jeans. The bulge in front assured me of what my terror-filled mind had
already surmised. Coco wasn’t the second person in the room.
I peered up at the impossibly tall man. His broad shoulders
cast a giant shadow over the tub. His dark blue eyes stared down at me, more
specifically at my breasts, which I’d now revealed by sitting straight up out
of my bubble cloak.
I sank back down into the water. “I don’t know how you got
in here, but—”
“Came in through the door, and I heartily approve of the new
type of sigh. Works well in this context.” He stooped down next to the tub with
a crooked smile that could only be described as a knee wobbler, a term Cara and
I had come up with for a man whose smile caused a woman’s knees to turn to
jelly. The rest of his face went well with the smile.
His hand curled around the edge of the bath. I scooted away,
which was comical considering I could only move about two inches before coming
up against the far side of the tub.
“Coco sent me up here with the towels.” He inclined his head
toward the vanity where he’d placed the towels. He made no attempt at hiding
the fact that he was staring down into the bubbles.
“Thank you for the towels. Now please get out.”
He didn’t move. His smile pushed a nice crease alongside his
mouth that only added to its appeal. His eyes were a dark blue, framed by thick
black lashes. Dark brown hair was just messy and long enough to make me take a
long, steadying breath. The hair curled up nicely on the collar of his flannel
shirt. For a brief, scandalous moment, I imagined running my hand through his
thick head of hair.
My uninvited bath guest rested his chin on the edge of the
tub, bringing his face even with mine. One foot closer and our mouths would be
pushed together.
“Are you always this uptight when you’re soaking in a bubble
bath?” he asked.
“Only when I have a big, intimidating stranger hanging on
the edge of the tub.”
“I can’t do anything about the big, or intimidating”—he
raised a brow about that assessment—“but—” He stuck out his hand. It was huge
and looked as if it could wield a hammer as well as it could finger me into a
raging orgasm. Whoa, where the heck did that erotic thought come from? Must
have been the sugar high and the heady scent of lavender. The gorgeous man
staring at me didn’t hurt either.
“I’m Grayson.”
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About Authors:
Tess Oliver
Tess Oliver is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author of Freefall.
She is a former teacher, who now dedicates her morning
caffeine rush to writing romance instead of teaching math and reading. Tess lives in California, the land
of perpetual sunshine and traffic, with her husband, kids and five dogs. She is
a longtime romance junkie, who likes her hero to be an alpha with a twist of
compassion and if he has long hair and rides a horse or a motorcycle all the
better. She writes young adult, new adult and adult romance in both
contemporary and historical settings. When she’s not reading or writing
romance, she can be found hiking, vacuuming up dog hair or baking goodies for
her family.
Anna Hart
Anna Hart is the author of the sexy new romance series,
Stepbrother Cowboy and Stepbrother Fighter. She writes edgy romances that are
filled with bad boys, alpha males and plenty of steam.
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