Marcus Aronson specializes in small
colleges with problems. His company usually gobbles up the college, lays off
people and takes over administration. Jefferson is his latest project. He slips
into a classroom to check out if a favorite professor might be the embezzler.
What he finds instead is a passionate woman hiding behind a button up exterior.
Someone needs to release Teresa from her inhibitions and that someone would be
him. There were rules about mixing business and pleasure. Rules he intended to
break.
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An Excerpt from Incognito:
Marcus decided her
expression wasn’t overly welcoming. Had he read the kiss wrong or was the
problem that he shouldn’t know where she lived? Only a nosy person or someone
with access to personnel records would know that. Still, her cutoff shorts were
hot. What did that shirt say? He read the words aloud until she covered it with
her hands. “Straight men…” Wait, what did she cover up?
He walked closer until they were nose to nose. The
coconut-scented suntan oil teased his nostrils. Visions of tropical nights
spent under a full moon, rolling around with Teresa’s long legs wrapped around
him filled his mind's eye. Speaking of legs, he glanced down to the limbs in
question. Just as long and as magnificent as he imagined them that made it a
double shame to cover them up. Still, he knew teen boys needed little to start
erotic fantasies about their teachers. Why give them more fodder?
Her lips held onto the circle of surprise, which
made him think of other ways he could shock those delectable lips. The slight
hush of the pool filter, children playing in the distance, plus a tinny muffled
dog barking registered in a corner of his mind. Two feminine hands held tightly
under her breasts owned the majority of his attention. Whatever word she might
be trying to hide with her hands did not quite cover the arrow pointing
downward to an interesting zone.
“My sister-in-law’s a jokester. The shirt is a
souvenir from her San Francisco trip.” She said the words breathlessly, while
staring up in his eyes.
Placing his larger hands over hers, he deliberately
wrapped his fingers around hers with the intention of lifting her hands off the
obvious inappropriate word. What he didn’t count on was her determination to
keep the word covered or their precarious perch at the edge of the pool.
“C’mon,” he cajoled when she pressed her hands even
tighter to her midriff as she might be attempting CPR on herself.
She shook her head. “Nope, I’d rather be shirtless
than have you read my humiliating shirt.”
Shirtless? Oh yes, he could go for that. “Sounds
good to me.” His hands dove to the bottom of her shirt to help her remove it. A
forceful push sent him wind-milling into the pool, clothes, shoes, sunglasses,
and damn it, cell phone, and all.
She stood peering into the pool, her body quivering
with suppressed laughter. He fished out his cellphone laid it on the edge of
the pool. Her expression told him she couldn’t believe her eyes as he pulled
out his wallet, his keys, and a waterlogged package of mints. He reached under
the water, pulled off one, then another topsider and flung it onto the cement.
“What are you doing?” She stared at the growing
pile.
He smiled at her very interested mien. The woman ate
him up with her eyes. Good. He unbuttoned the two buttons on his polo and
pulled it over his head. He wrung out his wet shirt, twirled it over his head
like a stripper, and pitched in her direction, hitting her with a satisfying
smack.
“Looks like someone invited me in for a swim.”
Her mouth opened and closed with no words coming
out.
“Unfortunately, I forgot my suit so I have to
improvise.” He slipped the belt from his khakis and let it float on top of the
water like some mythical serpent. Teresa’s eyes followed as if it were Nessie.
To think he took time considering what would be the right thing to wear only to
end up drenched. Business casual did not serve him well.
Her eyes stayed glued to him as he reached for his
waistband. “I’ll be right back,” she announced as she darted to the patio door.
“Don’t go anywhere.”
Giveaway
About the Author
Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of
superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees,
barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she
found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine,
her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to
turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
At the age of twenty, she had another chance at
superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat.
The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the
witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn't
prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having
different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special
needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night.
With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters
who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the
airlines now.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting my book, Incognito on your cool site. It is a fast, fun, sexy read with plenty of surprises.