Mitch was Callie's delicious one-night stand in acting school. Three years later they're both using their acting skills to sell fruit at the Renaissance Faire. The sparks between them are hotter than ever and Mitch knows what he wants. When it comes to sex, he demands the best part of Callie--her fantasies.
For Callie, pleasing Mitch will mean more than the heart-pounding thrill of risking discovery when he claims her body. And it will be harder than overcoming her nervousness about showing off her cleavage in her Renaissance-style dress. Callie has never before revealed her most scorching fantasies to anyone. To keep Mitch in her life, she's going to have to live out every sexual experience she's ever dreamed of.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Ripe for Love by Alexis Canto
Callie looked down, holding the small T-shirt against her front as if it could keep her hidden. But of course it didn't come close to covering her naked front. As part of her role, she'd planned to go braless. Which meant Mitch had a full view of her large, firm breasts. And of her erect nipples. She happened to be one of those women whose nipples were always erect, no matter what. But Mitch wouldn't know that, she thought, mortified. He would think she was turned on by the sight of him.
Come to think of it, she was. The surprise of being caught mostly naked made her heart race.
Mitch, already dressed to deliver his own monologue, had on a pair of baggy pants tucked into black boots. She recalled that he was scheduled to do something from Shakespeare, so this was probably his effort at looking Elizabethan. But the baggy pants allowed her to see that his reaction to their encounter was at least as strong as hers. Judging by the way the material of his trousers made the shape of a tent in the area of his crotch, there could be no doubt he was hard.
Callie didn't know what to do. She wanted to disappear, so she hid her face behind the crumpled tie-dyed T-shirt.
The next thing she knew, a strong hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled the shirt away from her eyes.
"Hey, ostrich," Mitch said. "Don't hide from something when you can face it straight on."
She forced herself to look at him. During their talk the night before, they'd learned how much they had in common. Now, he looked kind. Nice. And, if it was possible, concerned about how badly he'd startled her. Callie was so accustomed to fading into the background that having someone concerned for her well-being was a rarity. It wasn't that people didn't care--it was just that people rarely knew she was there.
But Mitch was definitely aware of her.
And touching her.