Kate Meader’s HOT AND BOTHERED ~Excerpt & Giveaway~
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A Fire They Can't Put Out . . .
Although her baby boy keeps her plate full, Jules Kilroy is ready to take her love life off the back burner. Despite a bevy of eligible bachelors, it's her best friend, Taddeo DeLuca, who is fueling her hormones with a generous serving of his mouth-watering Italian sexiness. But Jules learned her lesson once before when she went in for a kiss, only to have Tad reject her. She's vowed never to blur the lines again . . .
After a lifetime of excuses and false starts, Tad has finally opened a wine bar, a deal made even sweeter when Jules joins his staff. Lovers come and go, and he's had his share, but friendships like theirs last forever. Still, ever since he tasted her luscious lips, he can't stop fantasizing about what could be. Then she joins an online dating site-and the thought of his Jules with another man makes Tad's blood boil. Even if he gets burned, Tad can't stop himself from turning up the heat this time.
Kate Meader writes
contemporary romance that serves up delicious food, sexy heroes, and
heroines with a dash of sass. Originally from Ireland, she now makes her
home in Chicago, a city made for food, romance,
and laughter - and where she met her own sexy hero. When not writing
about men who cook and the women who drool over them, she works in an
academic library. Visit her website at
http://katemeader.com and follow her on Twitter @kittymeader
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“Tip your chin up—yeah, just like
that.” Click. “Now lean forward,
lemme see those puppies.”
“Lili,” came the slightly
embarrassed reply. Jules.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You have an
amazing figure and—oh, perfect. Hold that.” Click.
Tad’s heart thudded insanely fast.
He crept a few inches forward until he had cleared the pillar with his gaze.
Lili had her back to him, shielding her subject, but he got a very healthy view
of shapely legs inadequately covered by something red and soft-looking.
“You know, if you ever felt
comfortable enough to go bare, I’d love to photograph you.”
Jules snorted. “I can see Jack’s
face now.”
His cousin laughed. “We could
insist he put it up in the dining room at Sarriette. He’d be so torn between
wanting to encourage my art and being totally skeeved out.”
Girly giggles ensued.
My wild days are behind me,” Jules
said on the downside of a laugh. “You wouldn’t believe some of the shenanigans
I got up to back in London.” He heard her breathy sigh of reminiscence and
strained to hear what salacious details might follow. This London version of
Jules sounded like a woman he’d like to know.
“Oh, yeah? Spill, girl.”
“Well, there was one time I jumped
in a fountain and stripped down to my—”
“Hey, cuz,” Lili said to him, a sly
smile quirking one corner of her mouth. “How long have you been there?”
He patted the pillar he had just
been leaning against/hiding behind like they were great pals. “Just got here.”
Lili’s smile turned slyer. “Didn’t
expect you.”
“Do I need an excuse to come see my
favorite cousin?” It came out a touch testy.
“Not at all. I just thought you’d
be busy stroking your Cabs and Pinots.”
“Only do that on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. Should I leave?”
“No, we’re just finishing up.” Lili
sat at her iMac and hooked up the camera with a cable.
“All right?” Jules asked, almost
shyly, as though they barely knew each other and in a way it felt like he was
looking at her anew. The dress she wore was one he hadn’t seen before, a
cherry-red, draped affair. One of those wrap-around deals that separated her
breasts and flared over her waist. Not especially sexy but…
In that dress, she looked like she
should be running the PTA, then going down on her husband in the Subaru in the
school parking lot. Thankfully, that was years off because Evan was just an
ankle biter… unless she hooked up with some lonely widower who already had
school-age kids. Damn, that was a real possibility. He bet those websites were
crawling with lonely widower fathers.
He was having problems catching his
breath, a hitch that extended to his cock, which suddenly needed breathing
room. To be perfectly honest, if Lili wasn’t there, he would be seriously
considering unwrapping that dress and exploring the finely curved gift
underneath. Jules stared back, probably wondering why he was ogling her like a
just-released convict who hadn’t seen a woman during his fifteen and a third in
the clink.
“Hey,” he said, finally responding
to her greeting of about ten minutes back. He diverted his eyes away from her
breasts to a good twelve inches north. Women 101. They preferred when you
looked at their faces.
“Getting your photo taken?” he
mumbled in a clear case of graduating summa cum laude from the School of the
Freaking Obvious. His IQ had just dipped a hundred points.
“Uh huh. For my profile.” She
blushed, and that’s when he noticed that she was wearing a lot of eye make-up.
The smoky, sexy eyes that you saw on magazine models. She had done something
different with her hair, too. It was tousled, fuck-me hair.
“My glamour shot, as Lili calls
it,” she said with an eye roll. Can you
believe what they’re trying to make me do?
His body clenched and he willed it
to relax. Her glamour shot. She may as well have painted a sign: Come All
Takers, Get Your Hot Mama Here. Lord knew he was trying to stop staring at her
but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from all those damn curves.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No,” he snapped, and then softer,
“It’s all good.”
“I’ll just get changed,” she
muttered, swaying away to the cover of an ornamental screen in the corner.
He blinked to get his brain in the
groove and made inane chitchat with Lili about the plans for Tony and Frankie’s
wedding anniversary party. If his parents had still been here it would have
also been their anniversary. The couples had married in a double wedding
extravaganza thirty-five years ago. He shoved that to the back of his mind with
the rest of the shit he had succeeded in burying.
He was an absolute expert at it by
now.
Jules walked out from behind the screen, pulling up the zip
of her sweatshirt, but not so fast that he missed the sweet swell of her
breasts in something thin and stretchy. Come on!
“Could I see how it came out?” she
asked Lili as she set a suit bag over a chair.
“Sure.” His cousin clickity-clicked
her screen.
Tad stole another glance at Jules.
He couldn’t not look at her. A pearly pink glow had washed her cheeks and she
looked so damn fine, he wanted to lick every inch of her. He turned back to the
screen and what he saw wasn’t much better.
She looked fucking gorgeous.
Well, she always looked gorgeous,
whether she was in baggy sweats or a frayed tee that had seen better days. Even
when she looked like she was falling asleep on her feet, she never failed to
look amazing to him.
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