To celebrate, I threw a countdown party on my blog last week. If you'd like to check that out, just click to http://lindakage.blogspot.com/2010/08/trouble-with-tomboys-countdown.html for a contest, deleted scene, character interview, and more.
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(Contest Deadline : August 13, 2010 -- Winners Announced : August 27, 2010)
Contemporary Adult Romance*
from The Wild Rose Press
ISBN : 1-60154-790-0
Available : August 6, 2010
In Print and Ebook
*Sexually Explicit Scenes and Language
It takes pilot B.J. Gilmore to teach widower Grady Rawlings that loving 'tomboy-style' can heal his wounded heart.
“Can I taste you?”
B.J. honestly hadn’t thought the night could get any more erotic. She’d come hard and long and felt sure she was done till the next full moon. Someone stick a fork in her. But at his seemingly shy question, a pulse of pure desire beat its way up her thighs and fried the nerve endings in every erogenous zone on her body.
“Well, hell,” she said, opening for him. “If I’d a known you wanted to go down on me, I would’ve let you finish me off.”
He looked uncertain for a moment, then said, “I probably couldn’t have given you an orgasm anyway. I’ve never...you know, done this before.”
B.J.’s mouth dropped and then she shook her head. “Well, you cheap bastard,” she said and laughed outright. “I bet all the girls you’ve been with don’t miss you at all.”
He frowned slightly. “Amy would never let me,” he said defensively. “She thought the whole idea was…” He shrugged. “Dirty...unsanitary. She didn’t think she’d be able to kiss me again if I went anywhere near there.”
His words fell off as he glanced at that tempting spot on B.J. “So, what about the other women?” she couldn’t help but ask.
He sent her a strange frown. “Other women?”
The hairs on the back of B.J.’s neck spiked with apprehension. Needing to appease her own unease, she pressed, “You know, the other women you’ve been with.”
He shook his head. “I started dating Amy when I was fourteen,” he reminded her. “We never once broke up, and...well, you already know you’re the only one since she died.”
“Oh...my God,” B.J. murmured, feeling utterly dumbfounded. She sat up as if to escape the realization. This was not what she wanted to hear. “You’ve only been with two different women your entire life?”
(Don't worry, dear readers, B.J. breaks in our near-virgin hero just fine by the end of the story)