Friday, October 5, 2012

Excerpts from Crazy For You By Sabrina Luna

Here's a wonderful treat: a pair of excerpts from Sabrina Luna's brand-new erotic romance, Crazy For You - that also contains the bonus novella "They Call Me Trouble").

An Excerpt from Crazy For You
A Contemporary Erotic Romance
By Sabrina Luna

“Oh my! You look stunning!” Diane, the seamstress, flashed Erica a big smile of approval. “Periwinkle blue is most definitely your color.”
Erica cocked her head, studying her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She had to admit that the color complimented her fairness. The shape of the gown flattered her figure, too. “Crystal certainly made a good choice, that’s for sure.” She nodded. “It’s not the first time I’ve been a bridesmaid, but at least this time the gown’s way prettier and more flattering.” Erica scooped up the skirt and gave a whirl. “I feel like a princess!” She grinned over at Diane.
“Now all you’ll need is a Prince Charming.” Diane gave her a jovial wink while rolling up her measuring tape. Just beyond the curtain that separated the dressing room from the shop, a soft bell chimed. “I’ll be right back,” the seamstress promised. “In the meantime, continue moving around in it. There’s nothing sadder than a lovely gown that isn’t practical and functional on a busy day.”
Erica agreed to do so and Diane disappeared through the curtain, leaving her alone. She swirled around in the dress once again, admiring the way it flowed around her waist. Erica couldn’t help but smile. The gown was comfortable in a practical way, not binding or restrictive. There was something special about the way the soft, satiny material flowed around her like a shimmering cloud. Yes, the gown certainly made her feel like a princess, for sure.
A funny feeling suddenly washed over her. She stopped, uncertain about the strange sensation that settled in the pit of her stomach. The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose, her senses on instant alert.

She was being watched.

Slowly, she turned and glanced over her shoulder.

Shawn stood leaning against the wall with a smile on his handsome face. Erica’s heart leaped into her throat, her cheeks stinging with embarrassment.

“What are you doing here?”

He pushed away from the wall with such graceful movement that her breath caught. A smile curled over his lips as he walked toward her, his eyes twinkling in the bright lights of the fitting room. “I just came by to check on my rental tux,” he replied with a shrug of his well-defined shoulders. Shawn was still wearing the trousers and shirt he had on at the airport, but had since ditched his tie and jacket. His hands were casually stuffed into his trouser pockets and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his forearms. The memory of being wrapped up in those utterly masculine arms sent a silent shiver through her body.

He stopped in front of her and silently appraised her from head to toe, his eyes lingering an extra moment on the curve of her breasts, which were accented by the valentine-styled neckline of the gown. “I must say, you look marvelous, Erica.” The expression on his face was priceless.

“Uh, thanks.” She dropped her gaze, smoothing a hand mindlessly down the soft, satiny skirt. “So, is Mina or Crystal here? I’d like them to see how well this dress fits.”

“No. It’s just me and you.” The low, deep huskiness of his voice sent a ripple of desire throughout her entire being, like a pebble in a pond. He continued with an amused chuckle. “I think my kamikaze sister’s stranded me. Would you mind sticking around and giving me a ride back to my hotel?”


A Contemporary Erotic Romance

Tia cursed under her breath, pulling another icy box from the cooler shelf. The air was so frosty she could actually see her breath in the dimly lit cooler. It was one of her least favorite duties, but she’d rather save Linda from chilling her old bones. She was lost in concentration when the door swung open, sending a warm wave of air into the frozen walk-in. “Hey, shut the door, please,” she called over her shoulder while tugging at another hefty box.

“Sure thing.” Dean’s familiar voice sent a jolt of alertness down her spine. “Here. Let me give you a hand with that.” Tia stepped back, giving him room to maneuver in the cramped space. Dean effortlessly pulled two more boxes from the shelf and placed them on the wheeled metal cart.

“Anything else?” he asked, rubbing his palms over his denim-clad thighs. Even though the gesture was innocent enough, Tia’s heart skipped a beat.

Damn, if the boy only knew how sexy he is!

She shook her head, then turned to lay a hand on the door. “Just roll these boxes out to Linda while I—”

“Tia?” His voice was soft and smooth as velvet over the loud humming of the refrigerator unit. She turned to face him and marveled at how the cooler’s light swept over the handsome angles of his face, accenting his strong, masculine features.

Sí?” He stepped around the cart, closing the short distance between them. Tia raised her chin, smiling up into his eyes.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, that’s all.”

“Sorry?” She narrowed her brows, perplexed. “Sorry for what, Dean?”

“When I got to the ranch, it was nuts. Before I could get the dust off my boots, they threw me into training for the job. I didn’t have time to call and let you know...”

“Shhh...” She placed her fingers over his lips to silence him. “It’s okay, cowboy. Really, it is.” Besides, I’m the one who pounced on you. I’m the one who screwed up our friendship. The dark thoughts bubbled up inside her, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Not just yet. Perhaps later.

Dean removed her hand from his lips. The warmth of his fingers made her numb fingers tingle in the frosty quarters. With a gentle smile, he pressed a kiss on her open palm. A flicker of heat ignited deep inside her. Tia gave a soft gasp, but didn’t pull away.

“Dean, I don’t think...”

“Good.” He nodded, a slow grin spreading over his face. “Don’t think.” His other arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her close. His lips pressed against hers, and for a split second, the world around her went blessedly silent.

The only thing she was aware of was the sweet sensation of his kiss. It felt right. Oh, so right, and Tia found herself kissing him back. But her gusto soon gave way to a twinge of guilt. Laying a hand to his chest, Tia pulled back.

“Dean, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Even as soon as the words left her kissed-numb lips, she saw the hurt in his eyes. He straightened back to full height, shaking his head.

“I don’t understand, Tia.” He frowned. “I thought everything was cool between us.”

She assured him it was, then added, “It’s not you, it’s me, cowboy. Perhaps I should’ve just kept—”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

“Yeah?” Dean shouted over the refrigerator’s loud hum.

Linda’s muffled voice replied from behind the thick doorway. “You two better hurry. I’ve already got the open sign on and I need those beers—pronto!”

Tia groaned, wishing for just a few minutes more with Dean. As if reading her mind, he curled a finger under her chin, tenderly lifting her gaze to meet his. “After work, we’ll talk this out. Okay?”

“Sure,” she readily agreed, then turned to swing open the large walk-in cooler’s door and pushed out the metal cart. The outside air quickly began to thaw the areas of her body which Dean hadn’t managed to warm up with his kiss. But Tia’s emotions were still in a swirl of astonishment and confusion.

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