The Edge Series
On
the Rocks is the hottest club on South Padre Island, and
Meghan’s new workplace.
If the warped mermaid uniform isn’t enough, the fact that she can’t stop thinking about the club’s singer, Zenzie, is. Everything about the female gets Meghan hot, but when she finally gets her shot with the temptress, it turns out Zenzie isn’t as perfect, or as human, as Meghan thought.
Excerpt:
Her
warm breath skated down my neck causing a shiver to curl around my spine. She
straightened then slid her hands through my hair. My eyelids fluttered at the
feel of her fingertips stroking over my temples and along my hairline.
“I saw you watching us.”
I stared at her. “Excuse me?”
“Do you like watching?” She retrieved a few items from the vanity table, twisted two sections of my hair, and pushed the hair clips into place. “It’s all right. You can tell me, Meghan.”
My body tightened at the husky way she said my name. The knot between my legs pulsed under her piercing stare. I had no idea how, or even why she managed to get under my skin, but God, I wanted her.
“I’m
not a pervert or anything.”
“I know you’re not.” She slid a chain of small red flowers into the black mass of my hair.
“I just heard a noise. I guess my curiosity got the best of me.” I shifted on my seat. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be. I liked you watching.”
My nails dug into my knees as her hands moved down my throat. Her skin like satin—her touch, soft. She ran her fingertips over the top of my breasts.
“I would have asked you to join us, if you hadn’t run.” Her gaze caught mine again while she slid her hand inside my skin-tone bra. “Will you run now, or will you do what we both know you want to do?”
About the Author:
Elizabeth lives in a small country village in
Cheshire, England, with two cats. You will always find her on the computer,
blasting music and writing away. She started life wanting to be an actress
because she loved performing. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make
people laugh, to distract them from reality for a few hours. She studied
Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to
overflow with ideas for scripts and she began writing plays. Slowly over the
following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling her
imagination into more detailed manuscripts...
Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
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