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Welcome! To join the blog hop at the beginning–click HERE<\/a><\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\"\"This is Trevor Kearney. The green-eyed hero from my new release PreView.<\/a> 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<\/a> for more information about that. The link will open in a new tab so you can\u00c2\u00a0finish the hop first.<\/p>\n

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How about a sexy excerpt and more Trevor skin? <\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\"\"\u201cMmm\u2026Trevor?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, ma\u2019am. At your service.\u201d His low voice rumbled through the stillness.<\/em><\/p>\n

She grinned but didn\u2019t open her eyes. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cShh\u2026I\u2019m sleeping. I\u2019m having the most amazing dream.\u201d He continued his seduction of her ear, then moved his lips down along the slim line of her neck.<\/em><\/p>\n

His breath felt hot on her skin. Her temperature rose to match it; heat flooded her from head to toe.<\/em><\/p>\n

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.<\/em><\/p>\n

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.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00c2\u00a0an 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.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning.\u201d 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\u2019t even smell the automatic coffeemaker, which clinched it\u2013it was way too early.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not morning,\u201d Ryann complained. She reached up to trace his lips. \u201cThe sun isn\u2019t even up.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m always up early.\u201d 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.<\/em><\/p>\n

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. <\/em>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. \u201cGod yes, touch me.\u201d She spoke<\/em> into his mouth. \u201cTouch me everywhere.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cGladly. Anything you want, Ryann. Just tell me your fantasies. I\u2019ll do anything you want.\u201d 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. \u201cLet me into your dreams.\u201d<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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That’s it for me. I hope you’re having a good time on the JustRomance.Me blog hop. I know we have fun gathering hotties for you! Hope to see you at PG Forte’s Chat room<\/a>, on Monday, September 5th. 8 p.m. EST until PG kicks us out, where we’ll all gather to rehash the hop, and maybe post an excerpt or two. Always a good time. Thanks for joining us!<\/p>\n

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