Release Day!

It's been an eventful week in the Ryder household, capped off by the wonderful book birthday of my second release, Love From Left Field! I'm so excited to see this book out today and for all of you to meet Miranda and Lucas. I hope you love them like I do. Here's another fun snippet to enjoy!

Lucas drove the economy car like it was on the racetrack in Daytona, weaving among the college kids and other people on the road, but Miranda wasn't complaining. She prayed for him to go faster so she wouldn't lose her nerve, and he wouldn't change his mind. She had no illusions about this night or them. Maybe it was one night, or more, but it couldn't be anything other than scratching an itch, satisfying an urge to see how it would be between them. Somehow she knew it'd be explosive.

 She reached across the console between the front seats, not a big distance in this tiny car, and ran her fingers up Lucas's leg, a light feathery touch designed to drive him mad. She brushed her hand over the straining fabric and his erection twitched. Before she could cup it, he grabbed her hand and put it back in her own lap, holding it firmly there.

"Be careful, darling, or this night will be over before it gets started."

"Only one time? Well, damn, if that's all you can muster..."

"Miranda, I'm warning you." He growled the words out as he ran a yellow light, that was honestly more red than yellow.

His words and tone sent a shiver up her spine. She wiggled her fingers under his hand, but he only gripped it tighter.

They got to the hotel and he struggled out of the car in record time, heading around to help her out. "Thank God we checked in earlier." He took her hand and dragged her towards the entrance. "My room's closer."

"Eager much?" She laughed, but she kept pace with him, just as impatient as he was.

They took the stairs, not willing to wait for the elevator with the family of five and the squalling baby, a real mood killer for them. He shoved the key into the door and it turned red, then green. He opened the door and stopped, his hand on the frame, blocking her entrance to the room.

"Miranda, it's okay if you change your mind. No hard feelings."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.

Then she ducked under his arms and into the room. "You having second thoughts, Lucas?"

"Hell, no. Just trying to be a gentleman like my momma taught me."

"Forget all about that and get in here." She stretched out on the king-sized bed, propped up on one elbow.

He closed the door and tossed the key on the television stand. He stalked her, coming closer, with a heat burning in his eyes. He unbuttoned his shirt and gestured to her.

"Off."

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