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12/02/2011

Unwrapped CONTEST!

Since I have a shiny, cover-less ARC of UNWRAPPED in my hot little paws, I'd love to give one away to a random winner who leaves a comment here or contacts me through my site and tells me how they plan to spend the holidays, whether or not you celebrate them. If you don't celebrate Christmas, just tell me something you're looking forward to this month. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Contest will run until Sunday night, winner announced then. UNWRAPPED's not out till Tues Dec 6th so read it before you can buy it.

And to convince you that you'd like to read this story of m/m/f goodness...

“I’m only asking because it’s you. Normally I’d say to hell with it and take my shot,” Matt said, his voice guttural. “I want in those pants of yours, and I’m going to get there. But only if you say yes first.”
To his surprise, Cait gave him a small smile and rubbed her palm over her wool-clad thigh. “I’m wearing a dress.”
“Is that a yes?”
She paused just long enough to make him want to drop to his knees and say a loud, fervent prayer. “No.” He still hadn’t recovered from her answer when her smile widened. “That’s a hell yes, please.”
He soon found himself on his knees anyway, close enough to her heat to breathe her in. He translated the confusion on her face as he rolled up her dress, revealing her pale legs. No stockings or garters. Just pure, untouched flesh.
Really untouched.
His mouth went dry, and he glanced up to seek her permission again. This wasn’t some random girl he’d hooked up with in a bar. It also wasn’t Tristan, who not only took what he dished out but served it right back up to him. This was the girl he’d loved so long, platonically and then otherwise, that he hardly remembered the years before she’d come into his life. It felt like she’d always been there. Always would be.
Trying to get himself back in line, he kissed the inside of her knee. She touched his hair, reaching down to loosen his ponytail like he’d done with hers. She brushed her fingers over the back of his neck, saying more with that one gesture than she could have with a thousand words.
I want you. I trust you. I love you. 

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