On St. Valentine's Day, Fancy Mitzki haunts an old high-rise. To join her late husband in Heaven, she must unite four couples by midnight...and she does so by stranding them in the elevator.
She starts with Kelly Flynn, a nightclub hostess too busy for relaxation or romance. Reflexologist Connor Latimer wants to give Kelly both, starting with a sexy foot massage in the supernaturally stalled elevator. Timid accountant Russell Finch loves fiery dance instructor Devon Dubois, but Devon wants a man who can lead in the dance and in bed. Alex Mitzki is a popular rock musician while Pepper McKay is a classical pianist. Although their styles differ -- in music and life -- desire composes a sensuous rhythm for physical collaboration. Alex's sister Sophia never mixes business with pleasure. But she can't resist when elevator repairman Jake Christian treats her as an equal in business and the boudoir.
While Fancy jinxes Jake's attempts to diagnose the elevator malfunctions, each couple enjoys sensuous adventures on their way to finding love.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Going Down? by Tea Trelawny
Alex pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Only by tucking his fingers away could he keep them from touching her again. Pepper McKay had the softest skin of any woman he'd ever known. Just touching her arms when she'd barreled into him had made his fingers itch to handle other parts of her. Tiny and compact and sweetly pink, she reminded him of some kind of sugary confection with that shimmering blonde hair and her penchant for wearing brief, pastel-colored outfits. Tonight, she wore a soft yellow cotton shirt with straps the width of spaghetti under a loose-weave yellow sweater that kept falling off her left shoulder. She also wore a short baby-blue denim skirt. The outfit was totally inappropriate for a snowy winter night but then, she'd said she'd been in her apartment working.
The color of the skirt matched her eyes, he realized, allowing himself to keep looking her over. After all the red dresses he'd seen this St. Valentine's Day, he found her attire refreshing. His gaze shifted. Her breasts rose pale and round above the low, scalloped neckline of the shirt. No doubt those breasts would melt in his mouth like cotton candy.
He couldn't stop the low groan that shuddered up from his chest at that thought, so he covered it by loudly clearing his throat. Looking up from her breasts, he met her eyes in the reflective surface of the glass on one of the elevator doors. Her cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink and she looked quickly down at her shoes. He realized that she'd seen him ogling her in the glass.
Disgust hit him. Had he gone so long without sex--in spite of constant temptation--that he'd force his attentions on a woman he hardly knew? A--what was a good word--proper lady? A lady who obviously considered him some kind of coarse-mannered barbarian.
Alex started to look down at her shoes, to focus his attention on something non-sexy, but her curves completely distracted him. Despite her scant clothing, she presented the polished appearance of a classical pianist that she had become. Her back snapped straight and her chin set at just the right angle while the rest of her luscious body...
Damn it. The contradiction only made him lust more to have her and made him feel worse about that lust.
Damn, Sophia, he berated his sister in his mind. Why did you have to rent an apartment to this confusing little minx?
And damn me for leaving that damn party!
He tightened his fists inside the pockets of his jeans. He'd told his guests he was going out for some cigarettes even though he'd given up smoking months ago. He'd spent the past hour walking around in the snowy Manhattan night. He hadn't wanted to admit that he was tired of the party, tired of his friends, tired of the strangers who invaded his home yet again. But he couldn't hide the truth from himself. Frankly, his fast-paced lifestyle bored him. He'd been living for too many years and he'd needed at least a moment of peace that was not attainable in that place at that time.
And his search for peace had led him here and now.
The elevator groaned to a halt on the ninth floor and the doors slowly opened.
Pepper looked over her shoulder without meeting his gaze again. Long pale eyelashes hid the blue in her eyes. "Please don't make me call the police about this," she said quietly.
The possibility of having to deal with cops over a little noise didn't scare him. He'd done it before. He'd no doubt do it again when his party guests got out of control, as they often did. But most of the local cops were fans and so he'd never suffered more than a friendly warning. And he'd always turned down the volume or ended the party when asked to do so.
"Yes, ma'am," he quipped, trying to hide his attraction to her behind sarcasm.
She raised her head at last and her eyes narrowed in fury, the baby blue in her irises sharpening to an icy shade that practically shot sparks. He grinned at the sight. Her anger only made her more beautiful, more delectable, more irresistible.
But, obviously, in her eyes, he was quite resistible. After all, he was just a rock star.
Still glaring at him over her shoulder, she started to step toward the elevator doors. A chill rushed through Alex. Over her blonde head, he saw the doors start to close rapidly. Reaching out, he caught one of her arms and tugged her back before she could be caught by the doors.
"Look out," he said as the doors slammed shut.
Pepper stiffened, her body tight against his, her shoulder digging into the center of his chest. But before she could protest his grip, the elevator doors bounced open, paused and then slammed shut again, rattling the glass panels. Both of them stared as the doors did it yet a third time.
"Oh my," Pepper said, her words little more than a breath.
Alex tried to figure out how she might get off the elevator when the doors wouldn't stay open long enough for her to pass between them. But it was damned hard to focus on anything with her sweet little body tucked up so close to his and those breasts jiggling so enticingly under her tiny shirt. And her hip butted up against his aching crotch. And her warm, sugary scent wafting around him.
And then the whole elevator shuddered and he suspected that both of them needed to get off that car before something really bad happened.
"Timing," he said, lifting his free hand to her other arm. "As musicians, we both know about timing, don't we, Pepper?"
Before she could answer, the doors opened again and he pushed her through the breach. A tiny squeal erupted from her and he saw her stumble on the carpet before the doors slammed shut again.
"One, two, three..." The doors swept open and Alex leaped through to the corridor. The doors slammed behind him.
And didn't open again.