Saturday, March 15, 2014

Spring Giveaway!

Spring arrives this week and that is cause to celebrate!
So, I'm holding a giveaway! 
(You can enter from now until March 26th at 12am. Rafflecopter form is below.)

AND, I'm sharing an excerpt from Devin's Second Chance!
Just because it makes me smile!



Devin's Second Chance is available here:
But he only gave the grounds a passing glance. Claire was so much more stunning. Even in the cool morning, she was already wearing little jean shorts and a baggy T-shirt. She’d always worn pants and conservative shirts when he’d seen her before. Seeing her in the comfort of her home, dressed in what his mother would call “I’m-not-leaving-the-house clothes” was something new. She looked a hell of a lot more natural. And look at her legs. A man could spend a lot of time learning the sweet spots on just that stretch of skin alone. That baggy T-shirt was equally enticing. His fingers curled just imagining what it’d be like to draw it up…
Devin swallowed. He had to stop that.
She still hadn’t noticed him. He called out to her, not wanting to surprise her as he had yesterday. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep from kissing her if he saw her pink tongue slip between her moist lips again.
Claire was sitting on a stool, bent over, examining a pile of wood. She glanced up when she heard him.
He expected that dimple. He didn’t get it.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Devin, what are you doing here? This…this isn’t a good time.” She didn’t stand.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but—”
“I set a bad precedent, didn’t I? I showed up at your place without calling. Sorry about that.”
Devin stopped. What else had he expected? That she’d open her arms to him? That she’d want to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her?
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
She swallowed, then stared at the pile of painted wood. Perhaps they’d formed some kind of furniture in the recent past. Whatever it had been, it was painted to match the stool she was sitting on.
“What’s this?”
“I…I can’t…” Tears pooled in her beautiful eyes. Well, damn, now what?
“What’s happened? You’re upset.”
“It’s stupid. You’ll think I’m stupid for—” She pulled her glasses off and wiped the tears with the heel of her hand. After she’d replaced her glasses and straightened her shoulders, she considered him again. “Why are you here, Devin?”
He waited a moment, hoping she’d tell him why she was so upset, but she needed to calm down first. “Mom found your camera thing.” He held it out to her.
She rose and took it from him. Her fingers licked over his palm. Her touch was the strangest thing—like fire and feathers. It was hot, soft and sent tingling ripples up his arm. He swallowed.
“You didn’t have to bring it in.”
“No, I guess I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” Shit. As soon as the words were out, he knew it was true. He liked her laughter in his home, her humming, and especially the soft way she touched his arm when she got excited talking about her progress and her ideas. He’d been restless from the moment he woke that morning—knowing she’d finished her work and wouldn’t be back at the farm. He’d wanted to see her, but it was obvious she was less than thrilled to see him.
Claire’s gaze met his. She was surprised by his admission. Hell, he was surprised. Her mouth appeared so soft and it was almost as if she was leaning toward him. Damn it, he wanted to kiss her.
Devin fisted his hand before he reached for her. “Now tell me what’s happened.”

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