I write contemporary romance for Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance. My third book, Return of Dr. Irresistible, is coming to most e-tailers in August 2014. Though as always, can be purchased ahead of time in the UK through www.MillsandBoon.com
Random Thoughts and Useless Trivia
Excerpt -- Return of Dr. Irresistible
Jolie watched his face, and then she pointedly looked at his groin. Yeah, he might just suffer from this if she agreed to it. “So you are swearing you won’t try to have sex with me.”
“I promise you, I will behave myself.”
She considered a moment. Pros and cons. Pro: she would get to make him suffer. He’d taken her virginity and then promptly freaked out, had got out of there and run away—like to another freaking state and never came back. Making him suffer and give her an orgasm? That sounded vaguely like justice. Pervy poetic justice…if she didn’t have some kind of performance issue. Did women get those? And he would have nothing and suffer and…she wasn’t sleeping with him. No matter what he said…and he could be made to want something really bad and not have it. Like her camp.
Cons: he might break his promise. He did have a record of broken promises, and he was right about there being no condoms in the house. Which could mean that there might be a little Bohannon in her future. Which actually wouldn’t be a con. She loved kids. She just didn’t love the idea of being abandoned by a lover or husband or a whatever Reece was.
Too many emotions to think about, especially when the big one that kept distracting her was the idea of more kissing… One emotion at a time.
“Fine. But you should know that I have no good and honorable motives. And no matter how much you want to have sex after, I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to touch your penis. I’m not going to kiss it or anything else. And oral sex seems dangerous. I’m not doing it.”
“I wouldn’t ask. This is all about me proving I’m right.” He stood up, grabbed her off the couch, and marched the short distance toward the bedroom. “But you’re going to have to explain the ‘dangerous’ comment later.”
“I know how that thing goes off willy-nilly, like an unstable grenade. And if it’s by my face…I would really have to insist on some kind of protective eye wear. Goggles.”
“That was one time.” Reece muttered, and now had the mental image of her with goggles on, and it was still sexy to him. God, he should put a halt to this nonsense.
“You really have to stop picking me up and carting me around. You’re not a caveman. Didn’t they teach you any vocabulary at doctor school?”
“Medical school,” he corrected again, since he was pretty sure she was calling it doctor school now to annoy him. “I know a lot of big words. You don’t want to play Scrabble with me. I dominate.”
“I imagine if your opponent gets the letters you want, you just pick them up and move them where you want them to go.”