I like these little teaser excerpts! Here's another (unedited) one from my upcoming Ellora's Cave release Taming Tara. As you may know, this is a modern day BDSM version of the Taming of the Shrew. I hate to call Tara a shrew or even a bitch, but she's a strong, determined woman who learns a lot about herself.
A short time later Joe carried a tray with a plate stacked with toast and peanut butter and two cups of coffee—both black, no cream or milk to be found, so he hoped Tara could handle that—down the hall into the bedroom. Tara rolled over in bed as he walked in, half awake.
Her honey-blonde hair hung in tousled strands around her face, eyes sleepy, mouth swollen. She was fucking sexy as hell. His dick twitched.
“I thought I smelled something,” she murmured, shoving her hair back.
He set the tray on a dresser and carried her cup of coffee to her.
She sat up and took it in both hands. “You made breakfast?” She peered up at him.
“Yup. Not much to choose from. Sorry your coffee’s black.” He paused.
She shrugged and sipped it. “I can drink it black. Mmm. This is good.”
“And I found a loaf of bread in the freezer.”
She shook her head, eyes questioning him. “Um…thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He sat on the bed, the plate of toast between them, his own cup in his hands, and leaned forward to kiss her.
“I’m starving,” she said. “Cheese and crackers wasn’t enough dinner for me.”
“Do I get to get dressed today?” she asked him, with just a hint of snark.
He considered that. “I don’t know. I’d love to keep you naked, but the truth is, that just makes me horny, and without condoms…”
She lowered her chin. “I have to go home.”
“If you tell me you have to go in to the office, there’s no way in hell you’re getting any clothes back.”
She blinked at him. “Uh…”
He grinned. “It’s the weekend. Neither of us has any reason to go back.”
He shrugged and took another bite of toast. “So, we’ll get condoms. There must be somewhere around here.”
“Santa Ynez.” She snapped her mouth shut. Joe grinned.
She sighed. “It’s only a few miles away. It’s kind of a cute little town.”
“Perfect,” he said. “I’ve never been there. Let’s go check out Santa Ynez.”
“I’m going to need clothes.”
He laughed at the waspish tone in her voice. “Oh, all right, if you insist.”
“And I need a shower.”
He grinned and stroked up her spine. “A shower sounds good. Let’s go.”