Release Day!

nicegirls_lrg.jpgToday’s the day!! It’s Release Day!

Nice Girls Do, the fun erotic romp, hits the e-shelves today over at Samhain Publishing. Click here to go to my author page at their website and then just click the book cover that looks just like the one at the left.

I’m very excited about this book. It’s the second installment in the Coffee House Chronicles (after Talk Dirty To Me) and stars Mark and Cara. They were really fun to write and I enjoyed spending time with them at The Bitter End Coffee House.

Here’s a quick blurb about the book:
Even nice girls can be bad…

Cara Davis wants to be a nice girl. She really does. So she quits her job at the strip club and takes on a job at The Bitter End coffee shop. She even dates the owner’s very nice—and nice looking—son David.

Mark Sawyer used to be bad, but now he’s mended his ways. He comes to The Bitter End to make amends with his mother, but his attempt is rebuffed by both her and his baby brother.

Worse, David is dating the newest hire, a buxom blonde Mark is sure he’s seen somewhere before. He sets his sights on Cara with every intention of stealing her away. Sometimes it’s good to be bad, and who said turning over a new leaf was such a good idea, anyway?

With the coffee house in danger of closing its doors forever, Cara and Mark team up to save the day. The only problem is, Cara can’t stop herself from falling in love with the bad boy. And damn it, she’s tried so hard to be good!

Like good coffee, the longer Mark and Cara’s desire brews, the stronger it gets. And once their passion percolates, there’s sure to be plenty of steam…

Sound good? 😉 If that’s not enough for you, then check out this quickie excerpt that will leave you panting for more:

She scowled. “I don’t think you’re funny.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t pretend you don’t, doll.” He stood up straight and sauntered around the counter to stand toe-to-toe with her.

“And stop calling me doll.” She could smell his faint cologne and resisted the urge to lean in closer for a nose full. Instead, she stood rock still, looking up at his six-foot-three frame. There was something about him that sucked her in. She could lose herself immediately to him and if she wasn’t careful, she would allow herself to do just that.

“You don’t like it?”

She did like it, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. She shook her head. He was closer now, his head dipping toward hers. “I have a name. I suggest you use it.”

“Why? When ‘doll’ fits you so perfectly.” His hands ran up her arms, leaving her skin tingling in his wake.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Or maybe she did, but she just wanted to hear it. Her heart throbbed madly, despite her attempts to squelch it out.

“I think you do.” His muscular hands wrapped around her biceps and gently pulled her closer.

Cara knew at that second he was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. And oh, she wanted him to so bad. He inched a little closer, his lips a breath away from hers.

“It’s because you’re such a doll.” This he said against her mouth before overtaking her lips.

Oh my stars. Her head spun, all the blood rushing to her feet. If he hadn’t been holding her by the arms, she would have melted into a puddle of jelly.

His mouth was warm, soft, sensual. His tongue delved deep, tangling with hers in a sort of oral duel. Like his mouth was made for hers and they were fusing a long-desired need neither of them realized they had. Her hands landed on his chest. She could feel the outline of his muscular pectorals and briefly wondered what he felt like without a shirt. She inhaled, taking in his heady scent, and all she could think was she wanted her skin to smell like his after a rousing match of Mattress Olympics.

A moan of delight gurgled up her throat. His mouth moved and he bent to trace a searing trail across her jaw and down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe briefly and before she realized what he was doing, one hand landed on her breast, cupping and squeezing enough to make her want to burst from her burning skin.

Did he know what he did to her? Could she even admit to herself there was a slickness between her legs she hadn’t felt in so long? At least not from one little kiss. She could hear her own labored breathing, her chest rising and falling against his. She tried to inhale enough air to sustain her, though she suspected she would suffocate any moment. Blame that one on Mark, since he kept kissing her in a way she had never been kissed before.

A hand tangled in her long hair, tilting her head back. His mouth hovered over hers, his gaze burning with desire. She didn’t want him to stop. Why did he have to stop?

“Sure about that ‘no’?” he asked.

And something told her if she said yes, she’d get more than just dinner.

“I’m sure,” she said. But her words came out on a breathy sigh and she knew it was a lie before she even spoke.

He released her and stepped back and she wished he hadn’t. His body had been warm on hers. “Too bad.”

Now’s your chance to WIN a copy of NICE GIRLS DO. Just leave a comment here and tell me if you want to win. I’ll give away THREE copies of the book today.

Not eough for you, STILL? Well, then. I’m also giving away THREE copies of my time-travel adventure, A Break In Time, also available from Samhain. It’s a WIN-WIN Release Day!

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.