From the Author
Right at that moment, my lovely mother died. She was quite elderly, but losing your mum alters you. Apart from anything else, the gracious lady who'd famously said 'people don't want to read about sex, dear,' was gone. In a weird way, that set me free to write this book and make it plenty sexy.
Just in case the contest judges wanted more, I gave them more. By the time they'd decided on the finalists, I had the whole story finished. Of course from my first sweet twenty pages I didn't final!
However, a book is a flexible thing. I re-wrote the start to tie it much better to the rest, and then had no idea what to do with it. Send it to an erotic publisher? No - not really my thing, so it sat in the computer for a while until I decided I'd put it up on Amazon and see what happened. As it was so different to anything I'd written before, I put it up under a different author name.
It's a bind being two people. It's hard enough to promote as one. I let the book languish, although a few people found it and it got some enthusiastic reviews.
In the end I unpublished it, rewrote it much more in line with my other books, and republished it as 'Hot for You'. Hotter than my other books for sure, but really just a super-passionate romance. I hope you enjoy it.
From the Inside Flap
She crossed her legs, enjoying the smooth side of flesh against flesh; knowing by the tiny turn of his head that Cody had noticed and was maybe thinking of his skin sliding against hers, of his thighs pressing hers apart once they'd made it as far as the bed.
The car climbed steadily up the steep and twisting streets. Far below, the harbour lay black and dangerous, sprinkled with the dancing reflections of thousands of lights.
They made the final turn and surged up the driveway. He braked and rolled to a halt. Cut the engine. "So," he said. "Here we are."
Mel pushed her door open so the cool evening air flowed in over her heated face. She was burning up; trembling like a thin-stemmed leaf in a breeze. She doubted her legs would support her weight if she tried standing right away.
He seemed to sense her sudden hesitation. They sat unspeaking while the night insects chirped and rustled in the garden, as the rumble of a distant airliner became ever fainter, as the Porsche's hot engine cooled with small metallic noises.
"There's one thing I should have done," he said, unlatching his seat-belt and stepping out, leaving her to wonder what happened next. She freed her own belt and grasped his hands when he strode around the car and reached in to pull her up.
He drew her close so their faces were in deep shadow. His breath caressed her lips as he said, "I can't take you to bed unless I kiss you. I've never kissed you. Not properly. The odd peck on the cheek at Christmas, maybe. But not like this."
And slowly, softly, his lips settled on hers. Lifted. Returned. Lifted.
Mel heard herself make the tiniest noise of regret, and then he slid a hand up her nape and into her hair, tipping her head to the perfect angle so he could continue the tender assault on her senses. After the passionate lust he'd promised earlier, she hadn't expected such gentleness.
She pressed a little closer and his other arm tightened around her waist until her breasts pressed against his hard chest, and his long cock stood cradled in the notch of her thighs.
"Some recovery," she murmured, nudging against him.
"I never really deflated".
"That's a three year hard-on. It's had time to mature."
She gave a surprised giggle against his mouth and he took advantage of her parted lips to deepen his kiss, tongue invading and sliding against hers in a sensuous dance. He tasted delicious. Like sunshine and wine and summertime. Cody at last - the man she'd wanted at first sight and couldn't have.
"What do you mean?" she whispered when he finally deserted her lips to nibble along the angle of her jaw.
"That's how long I've been hard for you."
Disbelief made her laugh again. "Me and every other woman in town."
"Nahhhh," he breathed, feathering kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder. "The others came and went, but I've wanted you the whole time. Never really expected it would happen."
He took her mouth again, more savagely this time.
"Because of Rob?" she asked when they came up for air.
"Because of Rob. Because he and I were mates." He kissed the end of her nose. "Because you were his wife. Because you've been keeping me at arm's length ever since he died... I wasn't going to push it in case I spoiled my chance."
God, she hadn't expected this. Didn't want the intensity. "You've got no chance, Cody Mitchell. I'd trust you about as far as I could throw you, where a relationship's concerned. And that's not far."
He kissed her again, hard and fast, almost as though he was stamping his ownership on her. His next words belied his actions though. "Commitment's not my thing, Mel. You know that. Take no prisoners. Just like my good-for-nothing father."