Jane wants Bruno...Bruno wants Cord...Cord wants Jane...but can everyone get what they really want?
Jane, fresh from a breakup, decides to seduce Bruno, one of the firemen next door, to restore her shattered confidence. But the trap she sets is sprung instead by his best friend, Cord. After she flees in embarrassment, Bruno makes a proposition too wicked for any good girl to consider, but how can she refuse the chance at not one, but two strapping firemen?
Bruno has shared women with Cord before, but decides to use Cord's attraction to Jane to break down his defenses for the ultimate threesome. Cord thinks he knows how this little tryst will go down, but he's seduced into allowing Bruno intimacies this hetero guy has never before considered.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Jane's Wild Weekend by Delilah Devlin
Jane Emerson parted the blinds to sneak a peek into the yard next door. The lawn mower had finally fallen silent, which meant Bruno Martir had finished with that chore. Soon he'd be moving along the fence as he turned to the next job.
She'd gotten accustomed to his afternoon habits. Knew he preferred yard work while Cord washed cars in the drive. Cord hadn't finished working on his SUV, so there was still plenty of time to put her plan into action. It was already Friday--Monday she had a reservation on a flight home.
Her gaze slid covetously over Bruno's lean body. His T-shirt had long ago been stripped away. Grass shavings clung to his broad shoulders and ripped abdomen. Sweat darkened the brown hair that lightly furred his chest and thick thighs.
She licked her lips, already tasting the salt of his sweat and cum. This was it. One last shot at putting the topping on her vacation.
Through with playing coy and dropping increasingly un-subtle hints, she was going for broke. If he didn't take the bait this time, she'd have to assume she didn't have the equipment to attract a stud like the fireman next door. Maybe his roommate Cord was more than just his best buddy, which would be a crying damn shame--at least for Jane's plans.
She suppressed the jangle of nerves that vibrated in her belly and shut out the voice whispering in her ear that this was wrong in so many ways. Far, far away from her staid little life, she had one last chance to redeem her tattered pride and she wasn't going to quibble over whether this was the right thing to do.
Grabbing up her boom box and sunscreen, she tightened the belt on her robe and headed down the stairs, not even trying to stem the flow of excitement dampening her short curls. She'd promised herself an illicit adventure. Something to wear like a badge of courage when she finally returned home. She might have been dumped for a hard-bodied fitness instructor, but she was still attractive, still sexy. To prove it to herself today, she'd be shameless.
Bursting through the glass sliding door, she blinked at the bright sunshine and slid her shades over her eyes. There might be fall-like weather in her Chicago home at the moment, but South Florida still held bragging rights for lingering summer weather--one of the reasons she'd agreed to housesit while her college friend enjoyed a pre-wedding getaway with her fianc�. Jane was still on the fence about staying longer to wait for the wedding that promised to be every bit as romantic as Sarah deserved, not sure if she could bear witnessing her friend's happiness when her own had proven so elusive.
Sarah had worked damn hard to snag her sexy policeman. She'd determined his beat, rolled through a stop sign, "lost" distributor caps and parts of her swimming suits to get his attention.
It was a good thing Fernando had a sense of humor or Sarah might have garnered stalking charges.
But all's well that ends well, and now Jane was ready to take a page out of Sarah's book. Not that she was looking for "happily ever after". She'd settle for some down-and-dirty sex--the raw and nasty kind she hadn't had in forever. And Bruno's lush lips and sparkling dark eyes hinted that he knew a thing or two about "dirty".
She strolled toward the lounge chair set in the center of the backyard, her heart thumping. The sound of Bruno starting up the weed eater on the other side of the fence assured her he'd be edging close to the large knothole.
Soon, he'd have to take a break and fill up on more fuel or stop for a drink to replace all the lovely sweat he wore like slick massage oil on his tanned skin. He'd hear the music and call a greeting across the fence. When she didn't immediately respond, being the instinctively protective kind of guy he was, he wouldn't be able to resist a peek through the knothole to make sure she was all right.
She adjusted the lounger, angling it so that his quick peek would be of her entire body from a flattering sideways view. Then pulling in a deep breath and saying a quick prayer for courage, she turned on the music and dropped her robe.
Her body already gleamed from a lavish application of coconut-scented body oil. Her tan was completely even, not a strap mark in sight. She tweaked her nipples for a little extra rosy color and then lay down on the lounger.
Now all she had to do was wait. She'd baited a foolproof trap.