I love dwelling in the wilder side of the garden and have to
say that I adore everyone I have had the pleasure of connecting with—editors, artists,
authors, and readers. A special salute to my editor, Diana, who is lovely even
when she is kicking my butt into shape. So congratulations to you all, and
thank you for allowing me to hang with you on occasion.
Excerpt:
Why was he
there? How had he found her home address? What the hell had she done? Fighting
the urge to step into his sexy embrace, she slipped around him and hurried to
the nice, safe kitchen where she could at least keep the table between them.
“Would you
like some tea or maybe a beer? I think I have a couple. I’m not much of a beer drinker,
but I keep some on hand just in case. You know for when friends stop by. Kate
likes a beer now and then. Maybe it’s old. Does beer get old? I think I have
some wine, too. Guys don’t like wine though, do they? Not guys like you,
anyway. I don’t have whiskey or anything, but I have juice.” She laughed at the
stupidity of the last offer. “Yeah, I don’t suppose apple juice does it for you
either. I could—”
“Savannah.” Long fingers
closed over her hand when she tugged on the refrigerator door and gently pushed
it closed again. “You’re rambling.”
She backed
into the counter as he stepped closer. Her knees buckled. Was her throat
swelling shut? Good God, how could one person smell so damned amazing?
He circled
her waist with his hands and boosted her to sit on the counter, stepping
between her thighs. The room dipped and swirled a moment as the man overwhelmed
her. A shiver of desire raced up her spine. Leaning even closer, he kissed his
way from the slight V of her work shirt to the pulse that raced in her veins.
“Did you miss me, beauty?”
