New Release: Dogging, by Brenda Williamson


Julian’s hot for his friend’s sister, Tabitha, and the feeling is mutual. One dinner and they’re ready to jump each other. Only Julian’s a bit more reserved when it comes to where he wants to have sex with the vixen making all the moves. An old-fashioned fellow, especially in relationships, he’s more than surprised when Tabitha wants to take him dogging— a trend that involves a group of people having public sex.

Tabitha’s been hurt by love, and sexy Julian looks to be the cure for her wounded soul, but the temporary fix she wants gets out of hand when his emotions, and hers, begin to join. Running from his sappy sentiments seems a good choice, until Julian displays his heroics in protecting her against an old boyfriend. Then what’s a girl to do to avoid commitment? Especially when she prefers dogging, and to Julian, more than two is a crowd.

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Julian Devlet took a quick look at the steamy windows of the car sitting along the curb in the park. He noted the movement in the backseat. There was no guessing at what was going on by the way the car rocked. He’d spent a time or two in his teenage years doing the same thing, except he kept it private—in out of the way places, not in the public’s line of sight.

Shaking his head, he sped up, hoping the shortcut kept him from being late for a dinner engagement. According to his watch, he hit the parking lot on time. He got out, shut the car door and leaned to look at his reflection in the side-view mirror. Flicking several locks of hair back, he ran his fingers through them, combing the strays into place. The romantic couple behind the foggy glass brought back memories of some good times. He still had the looks after ten years, just not the ambition to have sex while straddling a girl and a stick shift.

Julian walked toward the entrance of the upscale restaurant. All evening, getting showered and dressed made him nervous. This was a night unlike others. He made a decent living, but bills always managed to suck the cash from his grasp. Extracting his wallet, he checked the contents. If the money wasn’t enough, there was always the credit card.

He went through the door and stopped in front of the hostess.

“Can I help you?” She smiled.

“I’m here to meet Derek Sutton.”

“Right this way, sir.”

He followed the woman, looking beyond her to see what his co-worker, Derek Sutton’s sister looked like. Derek said this was just a casual thing, but he sensed a set up.

Julian stopped next to the table.

“Hey. There you are.” Derek jumped up. “I was wondering if you might have changed your mind.”

Julian glanced at Derek’s sister. Her expression didn’t give him a clue as to what her first thoughts were at seeing him. He felt he was attractive, and he certainly had the body. However, who knew what a woman wanted? He’d seen guys not up to par in the looks department date some beautiful ladies.

“Tabitha, this is Julian.” Derek made the brief introduction to his sister, while waving at a waiter to come to their table.

“Hello, Tabitha.” Julian took the hand she offered, giving it a firm, yet gentle shake. After letting go, he eased into the seat next to her.

She flashed him a warm, breathtaking smile. Her “hi” was an enchanting sound. The radiant glow in her green eyes gripped his attention.

Never having met any of Derek’s family in the short time since they’d become friends, he had no idea how beautiful Tabitha was going to be when he agreed to the dinner. While he had considered declining Derek’s offer of a meal and good conversation, Julian was happy he chose to accept.

When Tabitha glanced down at the menu that she opened, it left Julian helplessly gawking. While he never had trouble getting a date, girls like her, the prettier, the bossier were out of his range of interest. He preferred a less complicated life.

“What would you folks like to drink?” the waiter asked.

“I’ll have iced tea,” Derek announced.

Tabitha glanced at Julian and licked her lips. “I’ll have the same. I need something tasty and wet on this scorching hot night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Julian croaked, spellbound by the vixen’s sensual display.

His raspy voice cracked. Tabitha laughed—not a harsh, insulting sort of a sound, but rather a nervous giggle. He didn’t believe for a minute she was apprehensive about meeting him. There had to be something else she found amusing.

The waiter left before Julian realized what he ordered. He didn’t like tea. Something in Tabitha’s green-eyed gaze had turned his brain to mush, especially when her tongue made a pass across her top lip. He would have ordered a beer. But watching her lick her lip led him to imagining dragging his tongue over any part of Tabitha’s svelte body. It gave him a mega hard-on and he shifted on his chair to readjust the pressure of his balls in the tight fitting jeans.

Stealing another glance, he found her looking his way. He smiled, she smiled. Then she wet her bottom lip this time, and pulled it between her teeth. The movement was driving him crazy.

Tabitha resumed studying the menu. She had his full attention, and she knew it, so he scrutinized every detail of her features. Not a blemish marked her oval face. She had a perfect nose, gorgeous blue eyes and a mouth he couldn’t stop staring at or fantasizing about.

When her pink tongue peeked out from between her parted lips, his whole body heated another notch. She swished it around the rim of her mouth as if she were thirsty, forcing him to reach down and adjust the crotch of his jeans. She looked toward his movement.

Brazen was a lightweight word to describe Tabitha. While she made him nervous, a bit out of his league, it didn’t stop his cock from jolting against the constraints of his pants. His mind took another deviant turn. If Tabitha were as agreeable as she obviously appeared to be, he’d be delighted to give her something to drink.

The waiter set a glass in front of him. He ignored the man, not wanting to miss a moment of checking out Tabitha. Initial meetings were all about first impressions. However, they were also very revealing about a person’s character. Minutes into the casual dinner with a friend, he already liked Tabitha’s personality and began hoping he was being set up on a date with her.

She lifted an ice cube from her glass and rubbed it up and down her neck beneath her chin. “It’s so hot tonight,” she murmured. “Are you hot, Julian?”

Was he nodding too fast? And was it wrong to find her brazenness in front of her brother outrageously sexy?

“Hey.” Derek nudged him. “What do want to eat?”

Your sister’s pussy. Not paying attention, he didn’t know if he voiced the thought aloud. His gaze flew to Derek’s face for a reaction. His friend didn’t bat an eye.

Julian took a deep breath, relaxing from the narrow escape of having his nose punched in.
Sometimes, he had the best fantasies at the worst times. With Derek as a third wheel he didn’t expect he had to watch what he said and what he did.

“Oh, leave him alone, Derek. Maybe he needs more time to decide what he really wants to eat.”
Tabitha leaned toward Julian.

Without thought, he looked down into her blouse at the soft swells of the firm breasts she wet with her ice cube.

“Then I’ll give you a few minutes.” The waiter’s annoyed grunt faded as he walked away.

Julian lifted his eyes and watched Tabitha’s emerald irises twinkle brighter. She came closer. Had she read his mind? Were her words as suggestive as they sounded? Did she want him as much as he lusted for her?

Probably not.

She tapped the menu on the table in front of him. “It might help if you open this up, Julian.”

He loved the sound of his name caressed by her voice. Picking up the menu, he selected the first thing he saw. Food was not as appetizing as the idea of licking every inch of Tabitha’s pussy, lapping up the sweet cream he’d force to spill from between her thighs. Given half a chance, he’d savor every drop.

“All decided?” She batted her long lashes in that flirty way girls thought they had to do to get a guy’s attention.

She had him captivated. “Uh-huh,” he answered, the sound stuck partway.

“Good. There’s this club I belong to and I don’t want to be late.” She scooted her chair closer to him and put a hand on his thigh. “You’d like to go, wouldn’t you?”

Surprised by her forward move, he started his reply with a nod.

Her foot slid along the outside of his leg and stroked several times, making no mistake about her provocative actions up to that point.

“Sure.” He lifted a brow at Derek’s burst of laughter. “What? I like going to clubs.”

“It ain’t a nightclub she’s talking about.” Derek had a jokester’s grin that made Julian suddenly wary.

“Oh?” He stared at his friend, wondering what was so damned funny.

“Tell me, Julian.” Tabitha’s hand rubbed dangerously close to the bulge his cock made in the pant leg she continued to run her fingers along. “You do like sex, don’t you?”

Millions of nerves tingled throughout his tense body. “Um, yeah, sure.” What kind of question was that? Was she serious? He actually waited for Derek to laugh hysterically.

“Then it’s settled.” Tabitha patted his leg and took her hand away.

He hated to see it go, but it was a good thing. At any moment, he was going to have an orgasm, and once started, there was no chance of retreating from the explosion. Not many women made him hot enough to cum in his pants.

Derek never expressed a “gotcha”, so Julian had to assume Tabitha was on the up and up. Before he could ask questions about the club, the waiter returned with a basket of buttered rolls. He took their order for food and disappeared again.

“Mmmm, I love warm things in my mouth.” Tabitha gave Julian a wink and smile.

She picked up a roll and took a large bite. The melted butter shined her lips and she made that whisking movement again with her tongue over them. Julian watched her lick them clean. He shuddered, imagining the tip swabbing the sensitive spot under the head of his cock.

“This is so good.” She tilted toward him and held the roll to his mouth. “Try it.”

He chomped into the bread without looking and nearly took off her finger.

She jerked her hand back. “Easy boy, we’ll get you some real food.”

She pushed the bread toward his mouth. He tried taking a small nibble. However, Tabitha shoved the whole thing in. Before he had the chance to chew, she rubbed his lips with her fingertips, wiping away the butter. Her touch lingered, gently moving as if she were an artist painting his lips.

He almost groaned when she pulled her hand away. Then she poked her finger into her own mouth.
The exaggerated sucking sound she made pushed him toward choking when he tried swallowing the lump of bread.

Damn, she’s sexy. He gulped the food down.

Throughout dinner, Julian watched her. He tried to act as if he didn’t, and he appreciated the way she pretended not to catch him. But there was no way to resist her. Everything she did during the meal made him relate it to a sexual act. In some ways, he felt like a letch, a perv, a damn silly moron.
When had his cool nature vanished? Had the geek in him finally emerged? Tabitha was making him a blithering idiot.

Derek did most of the talking, which was good. Anxious like an alley cat hunting for a mate,
Tabitha’s teasing rub of Julian’s leg rendered him mute. Several times throughout dinner, she rested her hand on his thigh, raking the talons of her nails in a teasing closeness to his poor tortured cock.

He tried imaging what kind of club she planned to take him to where she needed to know if he liked sex. When the word bondage came up in the conversation between Derek and his sister, Julian gagged on the piece of steak he gulped down too fast. His eyes went wide and he stared at his plate.
He could deal with kink, but who would be the one tied up?

“Are you all right?” Tabitha stood and patted him on the back.

“Fine,” he wheezed.

“Here, take a drink.” She picked up his glass and held it to his lips.

The tea burned going down, and he strained to squelch the start of another fit of coughing. Tabitha’s concern really marked the dinner with a special moment. Beautiful, friendly, and not self-centered as he thought—she was worth getting to know. Losing his cool wasn’t putting forth what he wanted her to think of him.

“Sit down,” he wheezed hoarsely. “It was just a piece of meat going down the wrong way.”

New Release: Vulnerable to Love, by Brenda Williamson

House builder, Mallory Parker's attraction to client, Brady Parker comes with a few problems and the greatest is his psychotic ex-fiancé who's out to kill her. But she's not ready to give up the sexy man vulnerable to love.

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Mallory looked up from her exam of the blueprints of the house they were currently building.
“Watch out!” someone shouted.
She tripped over an electrical cord and fell hard on the unyielding concrete slab. The whole framework of a freestanding interior wall fell. It crashed within inches of her and spared her added pain.
“How the hell did that fall?” She eyed the workers. “Where’s the bracing for this wall?”
“Mallory, are you all right?” her construction foreman and one time boyfriend, Cort yelled, working his way through the framework of an exterior wall.
“Find out who removed the brace from this wall,” she ordered him.
“Your father’s here.” He nodded to the pickup truck parked near her jeep.
“Great,” she groaned when she saw him talking to one of the workers.
She tried to think how to fight the argument he’d bring up.
“So, you’ve had another mishap. How did it happen?”
She took a short, deep breath. His grim face conveyed all his thoughts. Every aged line with the set of his straight, tight lips warned her he was going to try to pull her off the job again.
“I don’t know, Dad. The wall had a brace and someone removed it.” She rolled up the blueprint and nervously tapped it against the side of her leg.
“This is the third accident in two weeks, Mallory. Maybe this isn’t where you should be.” He draped an arm over her shoulder and led her along through doorway gaps of wood until they were outside. “This is getting serious, cupcake. Let Cort handle this house and you can run the show on another.”
“This is my project. I’ve waited years for you to let me finally be the one in charge instead of him. I own half of this business and I have an equal say. I’m not your twelve year old little cupcake any more, I’m twenty-four.”
“I know you can handle the actual job and the problems. It’s this particular one that worries me with the threats, and the environmentalist group being involved.”
“I don't know why the law can’t do anything about those activists. If you ask me, Brady Harwood needs to spend a little time dealing with this situation himself.”
“The police have all the information,” a man said from behind her. “There’s no proof the environmental group is behind the problems here.”
Mallory turned to see the body attached to the sexy deep voice. He reached a hand passed her to her father. She picked up a hint of his cologne, a spicy musk, very appealing.
“Mr. Parker, another problem?” the man shaking her father’s hand asked.
“No problem. A small construction mistake by a worker, that’s all. It’s been taken care of. This is my daughter, Mallory. She’s in charge of your project.”
“Miss Parker.” He offered his hand and a smile. “I’m Brady Harwood.”
Mallory slid her fingers across his warm palm. He didn’t seem to care she stared too long, and she didn’t mind the time he took to rub a caress with his thumb over the back of her hand. Electrical shocks rode up her arm making the chambray shirt she wore feel even hotter than she’d thought earlier.
“A lot has been done. I’m impressed. If I’m not interrupting, maybe you could give me a tour, Miss Parker?” he asked.
“Yes. Of course.”
Mallory took her time going through the different planned rooms and reminding him what they were.
“I’m not sure I like where the laundry room is located,” he commented as they went through a kitchen area and another utility room before coming to where the laundry facilities would be.
“It’s exactly where it’s shown on the blueprint.” She started to unfurl the paper.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. I guess I just didn’t pay much attention to the layout. My fiancé was pretty much in charge. Can it be changed?” He put his hand on the edge of the blueprint and leaned against her back to look over her shoulder.
A tremor turned up every hair follicle on her skin. She wondered if her deodorant and mouthwash were still working.
“Your architect could make the alteration.” She inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “If you’d like, I could call him and see what can be done.”
“No. That’s all right. I don’t want to get into a time consuming battle with him.”
“I could make an addition of a small stackable washer/dryer unit in this linen closet.” She flipped the page over and pointed to the hall in the second level.
“Near the master bedroom?” His finger followed the hall lines to the doorway.
“Too close? We could—” She held her breath as he moved closer.
“Not close enough for me.”
The heat of him swept around her.
“Sitting it right in the bedroom would be ideal,” he continued. “But that wouldn’t be so attractive. I like your idea. Do it.”
She nodded, afraid her voice might squeak.
He put a hand on the back of her shoulder. “To have such a quick fix makes me think you’ve already studied this plan.”
“Yes. Sort of a habit with me, to find what I think are flaws. I don’t mean that your design is bad. It’s little things like the washer and dryer I notice. It comes from living alone and doing for myself, I suppose. I just couldn’t imagine having to go that far to wash my clothes and then carry them back upstairs.”
“Precisely my problem with that laundry room. I suppose Jenna didn’t consider it because she’d have a maid.” He looked through the frame of where windows would give a view of the gulf. “Do you have any other suggestions for changes you’d make?”
“I do, but some would cost a considerable amount to make now that we’ve already framed the lower half of the house and are working on the second story.”
“I’d still like to hear them. How about over dinner tonight at my condo?”
“Any changes might be better for you to visualize from here, instead of on a piece of paper. Besides, don’t you think you should ask your fiancé first?” She tried not to let him catch her looking at him, but he seemed to be doing his own share of observing her.
“I’m sorry, did I not mention Jenna is my ex-fiancé? We’ve gone our separate ways. Seems I wasn’t as in love with her as much as I thought.”
“I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you,” she said as sincerely as possible without meaning it. “I suppose we could just discuss the changes I would make first and if any sound like they’d interest you, we could go over them here.”
“Then my place for dinner?”
“An early one. I do have to show up here at seven tomorrow morning.”
Five o’clock? I could come pick you up, if you’d like.” He ran a hand over his blond, sun-bleached hair. The wavy locks obeyed his positioning of them.
“I can manage to drive myself, Mr. Harwood.”
“It’s Brady.” He held his cell phone out to her. “Put you number in and I’ll text you my address.”
She typed her name and the number of her cell into the boxes he had opened in his contact list, and then handed the cell back to him.
“I suppose I should go see about cleaning up my condo. No telling where I’ve left my dirty clothes scattered.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you later.”
She felt the sigh bubbling up her throat and swallowed.