The three sexy Lobos brothers, Max, Diego, and Antonio, find love in the Lucky in Red paranormal series! Nothing like owning the only dry cleaning place in Sleeping Dog, Texas-especially when a sexy woman walks in with a chocolate-stained red dress! Dark Chocolate Sid of the Moon, the first book in the Lucky in Red Series is now Available!
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Here’s more from Dark Chocolate Side of the Moon:
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“Um.” Candi licked her lips again, and a powerful surge of greed consumed the few rational shreds left in Max’s primitive brain. His cock strained the confines of the worn denim jeans he wore and blood raced to his thickening erection. He needed inside her so badly his fingernails lengthened portending his wolf transformation.
“I, um, I—my dress is stained.” She rushed the words out and a deep, rosy hue rode her high cheekbones. She fumbled with the green-and-white bag she carried, and a swath of scarlet spandex thudded onto the counter.
Entranced by the blush cascading across her slender neck, and the rapid-fire pulse leaping in the center of her collarbone, Max had to force his attention to the red fabric.
Jesus fricking H Christ.
Max’s jaw dropped at the sight of the I-want-it-hard-and-fast spandex ruby slip of material that the term dress barely described. Thin spaghetti straps plunged to a V so deep her belly button would show, and the sheath wouldn’t hide a flaw, the fabric was so elastic.
A dark splotch the shade of a muddy Texas creek covered the lower front of the dress. Max’s nose quivered as he inhaled the aroma of rich, dark chocolate touched with a hint of spearmint. Another aroma, unfamiliar, but unmistakably male, hit his nose. Saliva coated his tongue, and his testicles slammed into his perineum. Some man had touched her, tried to claim her. Up until today he’d never scented another male on anything belonging to her.
Max battled for control, flexing his fingers and taking a deep breath before he snarled, “What is it?”
“Chocolate.” She patted the side of her head, and lo and behold thin wisps of golden hair coasted onto her cheek.
“What kind?”
“Does it matter?”
“I need to know the ingredients.” He rolled his shoulders, attempting to ease his tension and slow his rising temper. “If you want the stain removed.”
She bent her head, and a swath of long brown lashes cast twin shadows on her pinkening skin. Fumbling in the cloth bag, she withdrew a long tube and placed it on the counter.
“Kama Sutra Edible Body Chocolate,” Max read the label aloud. “You wore this? Miss Butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth iceberg wore edible body chocolate?”
“I’m not an iceberg,” she muttered. “And you’d know that if you ever bothered to start a conversation instead of scowling at me every time I enter this place. If there were another decent dry cleaner in town, believe me, I wouldn’t come here with this. As it is, I almost drove to Houston, which is hundreds of miles away, just to avoid your disapproval. You’re always so smug and judgmental.”
“Smug and judgmental?” Max barked. “You’ve no idea.” He vaulted over the counter.
She stumbled backward.
“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when her spine met the far wall.
“Not half as much as we’re going to be doing real soon.” Max slapped his palms on the plastered brick. He widened his stance, caging in her head and feet, and jammed his pelvis to her body. “Feel that?”
He ground his steel-hard boner over her mound. “That feel judgmental to you?”
“No,” she gasped. “I mean yes. I mean. I don’t know what I mean.”
“Um.” She licked her lips again, and a powerful surge of greed consumed the few rational shreds left in his primitive brain. His cock strained the confines of the worn denim jeans he wore and blood raced to his thickening erection.
“I, um, I—my dress is stained.” She rushed the words out and a deep, rosy hue rode her high cheekbones. She fumbled with the green-and-white bag she carried, and a swath of scarlet spandex thudded onto the counter.
Entranced by the blush cascading across her slender neck, and the rapid-fire pulse leaping in the center of her collarbone, Max had to force his attention to the red fabric.
Jesus fricking H Christ.
Max’s jaw dropped at the sight of the I-want-it-hard-and-fast spandex ruby slip of material that the term dress barely described. Thin spaghetti straps plunged to a V so deep her belly button would show, and the sheath wouldn’t hide a flaw, the fabric was so elastic.
A dark splotch the shade of a muddy Texas creek covered the lower front of the dress. Max’s nose quivered as he inhaled the aroma of rich, dark chocolate touched with a hint of spearmint. Another aroma, unfamiliar, but unmistakably male, hit his nose. Saliva coated his tongue, and his testicles slammed into his perineum. Some man had touched her, tried to claim her. Up until today he’d never scented another male on anything belonging to her.
Max battled for control, flexing his fingers and taking a deep breath before he snarled, “What is it?”
“Chocolate.” She patted the side of her head, and lo and behold thin wisps of golden hair coasted onto her cheek.
“What kind?”
“Does it matter?”
“I need to know the ingredients.” He rolled his shoulders, attempting to ease his tension and slow his rising temper. “If you want the stain removed.”
She bent her head, and a swath of long brown lashes cast twin shadows on her pinkening skin. Fumbling in the cloth bag, she withdrew a long tube and placed it on the counter.
“Kama Sutra Edible Body Chocolate,” Max read the label aloud. “You wore this? Miss Butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth iceberg wore edible body chocolate?”
“I’m not an iceberg,” she muttered. “And you’d know that if you ever bothered to start a conversation instead of scowling at me every time I enter this place. If there were another decent dry cleaner in town, believe me, I wouldn’t come here with this. As it is, I almost drove to Houston, which is hundreds of miles away, just to avoid your disapproval. You’re always so smug and judgmental.”
“Smug and judgmental?” Max barked. “You’ve no idea.” He vaulted over the counter.
She stumbled backward.
“What’re you doing?” she squeaked when her spine met the far wall.
“Not half as much as we’re going to be doing real soon.” Max slapped his palms on the plastered brick. He widened his stance, caging in her head and feet, and jammed his pelvis to her body. “Feel that?”
He ground his steel-hard boner over her mound. “That feel judgmental to you?”
“No,” she gasped. “I mean yes. I mean. I don’t know what I mean.”
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