Good morning, all! I’m excited to be here and share excerpts from books I have releasing this month
First up, I’m sharing a snippet from recently released short story SWEETER THAN SUGAR. It’s an erotic contemporary that features the naughty bad boy Chef Kyle. You might remember him from my short story BUTTERCREAMED in the Hooked Up at the Wedding anthology from last summer.
You can buy SWEETER THAN SUGAR for $1.49 at <a href=”http://www.amazon.com/Sweeter-Than-Sugar-ebook/dp/B00B8X0MZG/ref=sr_1_30?ie=UTF8&qid=1359861156&sr=8-30&keywords=sandra+sookoo” target=”_blank”>Amazon </a>and <a href=”https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sweeterthansugar-1052004-149.html” target=”_blank”>All Romance ebooks</a>.
Here’s the blurb:
Kyle Morrison, cake baker extraordinaire, has entered a cake decorating competition—a prize check and a cable show are just some of what’s riding on the first place spot. Despite being in the happiest place on earth, Kyle can’t shake memories of Paige Renfield, the woman who’d rocked his world after a wedding reception hook-up then subsequently dumped him. When she crashes Kyle’s celebratory dinner with shadows, need and something else in her eyes, his world tilts once again.
Can a night of sweet talking and hot sex lead to a permanent relationship? If the chef has his way, it will. He’ll definitely never look at candy the same way again.
Excerpt (rating R for adult themes, language and content)
His jaw dropped. His stomach bottomed out. His cock jumped. Cold tremors played down his spine at hearing that throaty voice. “Paige?” He couldn’t move, couldn’t remember how to breathe in her presence. Instead, he raked his gaze over her face.
She’d cut her hair. Instead of long, silken strands, it now swung and bounced to her chin in one of those bob-things she’d always babbled about when they’d been together. A blue tank dress showed off her tanned skin and brightened her brown eyes while a few strands of gold beads drew his attention to her tits.
Damn, she looks great. His mouth watered as he remembered how her velvety nipples felt on his tongue. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Paige picked up a spoon and cut into the cake. “I had some vacation time coming to me.”
“And?” He thought he’d have a heart attack when she slipped the bite of cake into her mouth, chewed, swallowed then slowly licked the remainder from the spoon.
Her necklaces tinkled with her shrug. “I caught a blurb online that you’d be competing in the sugar challenge, so I booked a trip. This has always been a favorite vacation spot of mine.” She laid down her spoon and pinned him with a smoldering look—the kind he’d been helpless to resist when he’d first met her at that wedding.
Crap. The feelings he thought he’d locked away so well came hurtling back and mocked him—how awesome it had been having sex with her that first time, how good it had been tooling around town with her on the weekends, at dinner, or showing her off to his friends at the bakery, and how blindsided he’d been when she said it’d been fun but wouldn’t last.
He shoved all of that away. If she couldn’t have been bothered, neither could he. “How’d you know I’d be here, at this restaurant?”
“I figured since this is the competition hotel and you’d be tired afterward, you’d try for a spot here. Besides, it’s one of the best, and you wouldn’t lower yourself to go somewhere else.”
The comment burned. “Clever.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I needed to see you.”
“Yeah, too bad.” I don’t give a rat’s ass. Kyle pushed his chair back from the table. “You didn’t want me a few months ago. What makes you think you can score this time around?” He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to talk with her again, yet here she was and he had to deal.
Her carefully made-up face crumpled beneath a mask of confusion. “I don’t want to score. I don’t want to hook-up.” She licked her bottom lip and the slick gloss clinging to it.
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