Welcome to the 83rd week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is Sexy Me Up and while it’s hard to define, we can think of a lot of sexy scenarios that can be applied. Think about the Pygmalion types…those who don’t think they are sexy…and suddenly, all those around realize just how desirable they are. Or how about those who have just gotten over a bad breakup and need a little reassurance that they are indeed sexy.
And here's your excerpt form "Love Remains"
As every morning since her small family had appeared, Olivia awakened to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Only today Tom brought the cup to her bed. She smiled and sat up against the cushions.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He handed her the beverage and leaned closer to place a kiss on her lips.
A chuckle escaped her. Beautiful? First thing in the morning? Her hair alone must resemble a bird’s nest. She set the mug on the night stand and ran fingers through the tangles.
Tom pulled a light blue shirt from his wardrobe then turned to her, holding a necktie against the fabric. “Do these go together?”
The blue letters on the face of the tie made her sit on her haunches and reach out. “What a work of art. What kind of writing is this?”
“Glagolitic.” Tom scrambled into his shirt sleeves. A desire to fasten his buttons swept through her and she couldn’t stop her fingers. His hands dropped to his sides and he whispered against her ear. “The alphabet was invented in eight hundred sixty-five AD and used in writing Old Church Slavic languages. Later it was replaced by Cyrillic.”
God, the man could give an entire lecture on any topic and she’d never tire of listening to his sexy voice. She met his intense gaze, pursed her lips while her fingers tinkered with his bottom button. “Fascinating. Tell me more.”
“À la manière des Croates.” He cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer. Their lips met in a frantic kiss. Olivia’s pulse quickened. He leaned over her and she collapsed on the bed, his body covering hers.
“Ah, yes, Tom, show me the Croatian way,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide and stretching her arms over her head. He let out a deep grunt and trailed his tongue down her neck, raising goose bumps on her skin. At the sound of the door slamming, he halted and propped himself on his elbows.
He panted for a short moment and to her dismay, stood up. “Milo could come in any moment. But to continue, I was referring to the way Croatian hussars tied scarves, called cravats, around their neck during the European Thirty Years War. It appealed to the French and King Louis XIV. They adopted it into their fashion, hence the tie.”
Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning, corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her. Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?
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