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Although I hate say­ing good­bye to sum­mer, this Blog Hop is the per­fect way to go out with a bang! I hope you’re all enjoy­ing a labor-free week­end with plen­ty of food, friends, fam­i­ly, and most of all, relax­ation! So curl up with a good book this week­end. You deserve it. I’ve found some­one who would like to wish you a hap­py Labor Day.

This is Trevor Kear­ney. The green-eyed hero from my new release Pre­View. It’s avail­able now for pre­order, but will be offi­cial­ly released on Mon­day. It’s part of Cari­na Press’s Roman­tic Sus­pense Week. Click HERE for more infor­ma­tion about that. The link will open in a new tab so you can fin­ish the hop first.

How about a sexy excerpt and more Trevor skin? 

Ryann, the hero­ine in Pre­View has prophet­ic dreams. The fol­low­ing is one of her dreams, which she’ll swear isn’t prophet­ic at all, just a Freudi­an classic.

“Mmm…Trevor?”

“Yes, ma’am. At your ser­vice.” His low voice rum­bled through the stillness.

She grinned but didn’t open her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Shh…I’m sleep­ing. I’m hav­ing the most amaz­ing dream.” He con­tin­ued his seduc­tion of her ear, then moved his lips down along the slim line of her neck.

His breath felt hot on her skin. Her tem­per­a­ture rose to match it; heat flood­ed her from head to toe.

Ryann turned her head to reach his mouth. He met her lips with a hun­gry kiss. His vel­vety tongue speared into her mouth and stroked hers until she writhed against him in effort to get ever clos­er. One strong hand slid up her tor­so until it cov­ered her breast, her nip­ple puck­ered in full arousal. When he rolled it between two fin­gers, she squealed, then strug­gled to turn toward him. Only then did she open her eyes.

His chest was bare. Noth­ing marred the per­fec­tion of the skin stretched across his mus­cles. No hair, not a scar or a sin­gle freck­le. Noth­ing. Just two dark round disks set­tled in toasty brown skin. She gave in to the impulse to touch it.

Lord, it felt good against her fin­gers. When she con­vinced her­self he was real, she raised her eyes to his. Trevor Kear­ney leaned on one arm, hov­er­ing over her. His eyes were slum­ber­ous but filled with an elec­tric heat. He slid one leg up hers; the hairs on his thigh tick­led her deli­cious­ly. He wedged it between her legs, with the com­plete famil­iar com­fort that it belonged there.

“Good morn­ing.” One cor­ner of his mouth tilt­ed in a sexy smile. Ryann looked around her room, still cov­ered in the dark shad­ows of night. She didn’t even smell the auto­mat­ic cof­feemak­er, which clinched it–it was way too early.

“It’s not morn­ing,” Ryann com­plained. She reached up to trace his lips. “The sun isn’t even up.”

“I’m always up ear­ly.” He adjust­ed him­self between her thighs, prov­ing a dou­ble mean­ing. She laughed, pulling him to her mouth again. She smoothed her hands down his mus­cled back, over the dip in the small of his back, the round­ness of his but­tocks. She cupped a hand beneath both cheeks and pressed him clos­er to her. She loved the way his ass looked beneath his tai­lor-fit pants and loved it even more with­out a stitch of cloth­ing. Firm and tight, so damn mouthwatering.

Through the haze he cre­at­ed with his kiss, she was aware of his hands glid­ing across her flesh, leav­ing behind a trail of goose bumps. She pulled her mouth away enough to watch his hands move over her skin. The dark skin of his lean fin­gers looked unbe­liev­ably sexy against the white skin of her breasts. She want­ed to pull those fin­gers into her mouth and suck on them, draw his essence into her, but his touch was too deli­cious to for­go. “God yes, touch me.” She spoke into his mouth. “Touch me everywhere.”

“Glad­ly. Any­thing you want, Ryann. Just tell me your fan­tasies. I’ll do any­thing you want.” His fin­gers skimmed her tor­so, then between her thighs, where he found her pli­ant and moist. He groaned and whis­pered his plea­sure at her readi­ness. “Let me into your dreams.”