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Wednesday Whisper ~ Need You Now

Wednesday, December 12th, 2018

Five consultations and her rounds finished, Eva sat at her desk and groaned, leaning back.

“You okay, Doc?”

“Know what the worst thing about a vacation is, Michela? Coming back to work. I need a vacation from my vacation, just to recover.”

The nurse laughed.

Eva slanted her gaze to her. “I’m telling you the truth. I am still exhausted.”

“I’m sure you are. It was all that sex you were having.”

Her body flushed at the mention of sex. Cripes, she had to get a grip. “Something like that,” she hedged.

Michela snorted. “Oh, please. You came back looking all relaxed and sated. You can play it off if you want, but we all know the truth. You had your clock cleaned. Your world rocked. Tires rotated.”

She sat forward, hands out. “Please, stop. I get it. You think I had wild, crazy, amazing sex.”

Her friend crossed her arms and arched a finely plucked black eyebrow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

She couldn’t, not even a little bit.

Michela knew it and laughed harder this time around. “May want to work on that before the others catch up to you. They’re going to want all the details.”

“And you don’t?”

“I plan on having them tonight at dinner. We’re still on, right?”

“Yes, I’m not saying no to one of your meals.”

“You just love me for my cooking skills.”

“At least I’m honest about it.” Eva shrugged with as much innocence as she could muster. To tell the truth, it wasn’t all that much.

“You’ve got it bad for him. I can’t wait to hear all about it. But not now. We have a party to get to.”

This time her smile was wide and full of happiness. Eva pushed to her feet. “Yes, we do.”


Wednesday Whisper ~ A Love for Lera

Wednesday, December 5th, 2018

Kori leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms. The bathroom door cracked opened, and Lera’s voice filtered out.

“Rissa, come help me with this bandage.”

He licked his lips and strode to the door. “I’m not Rissa but I’m more than willing to help,” Kori said.

“Kori?” Her question was high-pitched.

“Expecting someone else?”

“No…I just…oh fine,” she huffed. “Get in here.”

He pulled the door open the rest of the way and promptly lost all the air in his lungs. Lera waited in black leather pants, heeled boots, and a white bra that split the enticing brownness of her skin. Not even the faded scars could detract from her beauty. His cock hardened and pressed insistently against his jeans. He could feel the call her figure gave to him, and it wasn’t easy to ignore.

“Well, don’t just stand there. I’m already self-conscious enough with you looking at me. Can you just fix the bandage?”

Kori stepped to her side, and the fresh scent of Lera swarmed him. Her breathing became shallow and fast, her nose flared, and her pupils dilated. “Never feel self-conscious about your body, Lera.” He reached for the bandage and quickly tied it along her upper arm. Finished, Kori didn’t move; he just held her gaze.

“Thank you,” she said.

“By the gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, skimming her cheek with his knuckles.

Immediately, he saw the walls go up around her, and he could feel her retreating from him. Oh, Lera. I wish I could take away all your painful memories and replace them with nothing but good. He dropped his hand, reached behind him for her shirt and gave it to her.

Lera tugged it on over her head, hiding her succulent body from him. Not that it stopped the desire he had for her. Instead of backing up and giving her more space, Kori closed the distance between them.

“Lera,” he uttered. Her eyes, haunted, met his. “Anáil de mo anam.” Kori kissed her. Allowed his touch to tell her things he wasn’t sure how to voice.

Her whimper tore at his heart. It didn’t take long and she kissed him back. He could feel the desperation in her kiss. The need for a memory of something other than pain.

Back and forth along her tongue his stroked. Kori slid his hands down to cup her ass and pull her tight against him. Lera mewled in the back of her throat and rubbed along his hard shaft. The flames grew to raging within him. She reached up and around his neck, intertwining her fingers into his hair and pressing their mouths together even more.

With a growl, he backed her up to the wall and increased the intensity of the kiss. He nipped at her invading tongue and shuddered when she returned the favor. Moving his hand to the hem of her shirt, he’d just slid beneath it when he heard the door to the room open behind him. This time, his growl was one of frustration. Tamping back his craving for the woman in his arms, Kori removed his hand and ended the kiss. Her gaze met his, a mixture of frustration and need within the brown eyes.

“Rissa’s back,” he whispered.

She licked her lips and nodded. “Tha…thank you for fixing my bandage.”

He raked her with his gaze. “My pleasure.” Kori allowed his fingers to trail over her full lips briefly before he stepped away and walked out to where both Rissa and Cavan were.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Landing in Love

Wednesday, November 28th, 2018

In the kitchen, Erich took a drink of water and turned when he heard footsteps. Not Bliss, Mateo. He gave the young man a nod.

“Do you have a minute?” Mateo asked looking over his shoulder briefly.

“Sure. What’s up?”

One more glance behind him and Mateo moved a bit closer. “I wanted to talk to you about…being a pilot.”

“Okay, what do you want to know?”

“What’s it like?”

Erich smiled. “The most incredible rush in the world. To me anyway. And my brothers. They’re pilots too.”

“I know it helps to have people write letters to get into a military academy. Would you consider writing one for me?”

Wow. Erich leaned against the countertop. “You want to join the military?”

“Yes sir. I want to be a pilot.”

I know that look. My brothers and I all had that look. “I understand that calling.”

“Do women find pilots attractive?”

Erich hid his smile. I remember thinking like that when I first became one. “I’m sure there are some who go after pilots specifically.” A statement he knew to be fact. Mateo smiled and Erich knew the young man was pleased and so kept his mouth shut about making sure you became a pilot for a reason other than to impress women.

They chatted a bit more about what Mateo wanted to do and Erich answered some more questions. After a while, he added, “I’ll be happy to write a letter for you. You let me know to whom it needs to be addressed and I’ll get it written up for you.”

“Thank you. With your recommendation I may have a shot of getting in.” Mateo’s smile seemed almost too large for his face. He went to the patio door and slipped outside.

Erich shook his head and took another sip of water.

“How dare you!” Bliss hissed from behind him. “How fucking dare you.”

Turning quickly, Erich was stunned by the fury in her expression and the venom in her voice. “How dare I what?”

“Encourage him to be a pilot.”

Didn’t expect that as a response. He raised an eyebrow, unsure of what just happened. “What’s wrong with that?” Erich placed his cup back upon the clean countertop and ran his gaze over the freshly scrubbed woman before him. Damn, she was stunning. Even in her rage, her skin glowed and her eyes sparked in a way he didn’t believe he’d ever forget.

“Look here, I’ve done a damn good job of raising him and I don’t need you coming in here putting ideas like that in his head.” She slashed a hand through the air.

He shook his head in confusion. “Wait, you’re mad at me because I said I would write him a letter of recommendation? Isn’t that a good thing? I mean, I’m helping him shouldn’t you be happy about that?”

“That’s my brother. Mine! He’s all the family I have left in the world and you try to get him to not just join the military but to be a pilot. Get out.”

Erich tipped his head to the side floored by her demand. “What?”

“Get. Out.”

Her face was set in a mask and Erich’s heart fell. “Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow, darlin’.” Moving to her side, he tried not to let her stiffening when he leaned down to kiss her bother him, but it did. A lot. “For what it’s worth, Bliss. I only thought I was helping.”

She stared beyond him at something only she could see. With uncertain steps Erich grabbed his suit coat and headed to the door. He paused at the handle and looked back toward the kitchen. She wasn’t in view. What the hell did I do? At his car, Erich stole one more glance back at the white villa and knew that was where his heart belonged. Bliss was where his heart belonged.

“Bliss,” he muttered, climbing into his car and driving away. Maybe I should have stayed and pleaded my case. All sorts of scenarios moved through his mind and he liked none of them. “Tomorrow. She’ll calm down and we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Wednesday Whisper ~ Seducing Damian

Wednesday, November 14th, 2018

Damian couldn’t believe it. He almost reached up to his face just to make sure he wasn’t standing there with his mouth hanging open. She was, after all, the daughter of the most respected man on Egyptian artefacts and mythology. To say he was shocked was the understatement of the year. Was it possible to be standing before the daughter of a man he idolized so much?

“Amon Seini? I am honoured to meet his daughter.” Damian nodded in a show of respect. He knew that name very well and longed for the day he got to meet him. He was surprised he hadn’t made the connection when they were first introduced. “That would explain your name.”

“What do you mean, Damian?” Angela asked.

“Her name is a form of Amon,” Damian explained, simultaneously wishing that Angela would disappear.

“Be careful what you wish for, Damian.” The sultry voice intruded into his head.

Eyes wide, he glanced over at Amenitré. She watched him intently but there were no telltale signs that she had said anything to him. “I would love to see your collection of artefacts,” he blurted.

“Wonderful,” Amenitré purred. She held out her hand, and clasped in her fingertips was a card. “Here is my number, call it and we will set up a time. If you will excuse me, I need a word with the mayor before I take my leave.” A polite smile left her face for Angela and her eyes warmed considerably when she glanced back to Damian. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

“Nice to meet you,” Angela said.

“I will call soon,” Damian promised.

“Good. Have a wonderful evening, both of you.” She turned and walked off.

You’d better, Damian.” Those words rang in his head as he watched the seductive sway of her red-clad hips. He swallowed. His body was so coiled right now; it was all he could do to stop himself from following her and kissing her.

“She seemed pretty interested in you,” Angela observed.

Damian looked down at Amenitré’s card. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the hieroglyphics on the small rectangular paper. He may be horny as hell because of the woman who just left his presence, but he still knew how to read hieroglyphs. And what was on this card was identical to what was on her necklace. Sekhmet.

“Damian.” Angela pulled on his arm.


“Do you find her attractive?”

“Yes,” he blurted out.

Her green eyes narrowed. “I’m ready to go now, Damian.” He watched as she shot an evil glare at the back of the woman who snared his attention.

Mentally groaning at the memory of them riding in the same vehicle, Damian sighed. “Okay. Just let me say goodbye to the curator.”

Angela nodded. The longstanding friendship between Damian and the curator of the museum was well known to all. “I’ll be by the door. Don’t be long, lover.” Her hands trailed familiarly over the body she had loved earlier that evening.

His skin crawled at her words. “I’ll be right back,” he agreed.

Quick movements took him over to where Jonas Bottomley stood speaking to a group of people. The small, rotund old man never failed to bring a smile to Damian’s face. Jonas had a huge handlebar moustache that was as white as the hair on his head.

“Damian,” the man cackled as the others wandered away. “Good to see you here, son. I called you earlier this evening to see if you wanted to get in here tonight, but you didn’t pick up. Then, when I saw the woman you walked in with, I understood.” He laughed robustly at his joke.

Damian shook the withered hand, not even attempting to stop the grin from crossing his face. “Jonas, good to see you. Truth be told, I would rather have come with you than who I did. She is ready to leave and there is so much more I want to see.”

The thinning white hair moved as he nodded. “I understand. A woman like that would get bored especially once the attention was off her. What is her interest in?”

“Greek history. I thought…hoped this would interest her more.” Damian shrugged. It was her damn decision to come here anyway.

“There is a Greek display, downstairs. Perhaps she would like to see that.”

“I’ll tell her. Thanks, Jonas.”

“Well, it wouldn’t do for you to chase after Ms. Seini with another woman around.” The old man had a calculated gleam in his watery eyes.

That stopped Damian. “What are you talking about?”

“Please, a woman here whose father is one of, if not the leading Egyptologist in the world. Why wouldn’t you be interested in pursuing her? Not that her looks don’t help your decision.” Jonas slapped him on the back. “She walked upstairs. You follow her and I will tend to your date and take her to the Greek display.” The man cackled again and walked off.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Casanova in Training

Wednesday, November 7th, 2018

He turned her in his embrace so that they were face to face. His eyes were dark and smouldered with desire. Her heart pounded out of control—this was her weakness, this man here. Giovanni Cassano.

“We shouldn’t,” she murmured as his head closed the distance between them.

“Nope.” He kissed her lightly, dragging his tongue along her lips.

“We could get in trouble for it.”

“Big trouble,” he agreed, nibbling on the side of her neck as his hands lifted her shirt.

Her breaths were ragged as he removed her shirt and bra. Bare chest to bare chest, he gathered her close and stroked his fingers down the small of her back.

“Against regulations.”

“Agreed.” He lifted her and carried her to her bed, laying her there and tugging down her pants.

“It’s foolish.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, shucking his own clothes and sliding on a condom.

“Really, really shouldn’t be doing this.”

Gio rose up over her and settled between her legs. “Career killer,” he mumbled before he sank home inside her with a single powerful stroke. Jaydee closed her eyes and forgot everything else.

Wednesday Whisper ~ Keeper of the Stars, Pt. 1

Wednesday, October 31st, 2018

Lian gave a smile, which was more a baring of teeth. “I disagree. You see when I met her last night, she wanted to kill herself. Not me. She was bleeding and has proof of abuse on her body. I can only imagine what you have done to her mentally if you did what I saw physically . I won’t let you take her.”

For the second time in a long time, she was met with a feeling of hope. Whoever this man was could he, would he, truly help her?

Exhaustion consumed her and her legs began to shake. They wouldn’t hold her up any longer and Ricky’s fingers dug in tight as she collapsed. He jerked her up.

“Stand up, damn it!”

Lian’s head snapped in their direction. A bolt of lightning sank into a tree near them and thunder boomed simultaneously. Everyone but Lian jumped. She focused on his eyes, even as Ricky muttered behind her. Lian’s gaze had brightened and she wondered if the lightning hadn’t come from him.

Whatever they gave me is fucking with my head because that’s just insane. Why would lightning come from his eyes? Doesn’t make sense.




Wednesday Whisper ~ With This Ring

Wednesday, October 24th, 2018

Climbing down the stairs, she wished for some sunglasses. The entire house was bright, which normally didn’t bother her. Quite the opposite actually. Right now, she wanted to hiss and scurry to the closest, darkest corner and never leave so long as the sun shone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room. Standing behind the handmade wooden sofa frame was Dustin. A moan of desire almost escaped as she took him in. Black shirt—tight black shirt—hugged his powerful arms. His jeans only emphasized the leanness of his waist and the muscled legs which more oft than not were around a horse.

Lucky damn horse.

She knew he wore cowboy boots. In all the years she’d known him, the only time he hadn’t was for football. Wiping her hands along her jeans, she went to her father’s side and kissed him.

“Sorry you had to come get me, Daddy.”

He patted her hand. “Mr. Kane was just telling me how pleased he is with the work you’ve done on his horses.”

Flushed, she ducked her head. “You taught me all I know, Daddy.”

“Never was good with compliments, this one.” Her father rose and moved from the room. “Good to see you again, son.”

“You too, sir.”

His voice, so mesmerizing, had her biting the inside of her lip. They were alone in the room, and she slowly met Dustin’s gaze. He watched her, amusement on his face.

“Rough night? Or has it been that long since you’ve drunk so much?”

She sat on the arm of the nearest chair, unsure how long her legs could hold her. “You come all the way out here to ask me about my drinking habits?” Rubbing her temples, she wished the pounding would ebb. An easy grin lifted the corners of his entirely-too-kissable mouth.

“Nope. I thought you might like a ride to retrieve your truck.”

Her truck. Crap. Still parked outside Denim & Spurs, alerting to everyone she went home with someone. More specifically, Dustin Kane, as he took her out of the establishment. She groaned. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

She pushed up and yawned. “Let’s go then.” He nodded once, sharply. “Back in a bit, Daddy, and I’ll take care of the horses.”

“Need some help?” Dustin asked as she shut the door behind her.

“With what?” Why couldn’t she focus on something other than how amazing his ass looked in that denim, or how he moved, smelled, anything like that?

“Horses,” Dustin said.

“I only have to throw out some hay.”

“I’ll help. Let’s go.”

She found herself headed in that direction before she realized he’d issued an order and she’d followed it.

“How many bales?”

“Six.” She started the Gator and pulled it up to the hay shed. “Damn,” she muttered, watching Dustin stride down with a bale in each hand. Flashes of being in his arms as he carried her up the stairs hit her. Then came the recollection of her asking him to sleep with her. Oh, God. I can’t believe I did that. How the hell do I go forward from here?

Dustin didn’t say a word about it to her, just put the hay in the back and went for more bales. Didn’t take them long to load the Gator and head for the pasture. He got the gate and easily hopped back into the utility vehicle beside her. She watched him in her periphery as she drove to the first stop where they’d set out some hay. How did he manage to smell and look so good?

“Sorry about waking you.”

She slid out, met him at the back where he flicked open his knife and sliced through the twine with ease. They each took two flakes and spread it around.

“I needed to be up anyway.” They progressed along the next spots, the horses coming up at a slow trot. “Did I do anything last night I need to be worried about? Or apologize for?” He grinned at her over the remaining hay. Her belly tensed as what felt like a thousand head stampeded through. It was a grin that boasted a secret of sorts. Something private. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He shrugged easily. “A bit.”

They spread out the final hay and left the pasture. Dustin wasn’t what anyone would call chatty and normally neither was she, but she found herself craving the sound of his deep melodic voice.

In his truck, after disposing of the twine and parking the Gator, her body calmed a bit. Not a lot but in her state she’d take anything. Soft strands of country music poured through the cab. She wasn’t surprised. He had country on in his barns as well.

He had a dark green F-350 King Ranch, and she shifted along the smooth brown leather. A standard—like she had—and she observed him surreptitiously as he maneuvered them down the nearly deserted road.

“You plan on answering me?” She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes.

“Before or after the kiss?”

That soft-spoken statement caught her attention. She jerked up only to cringe and take a sharp breath at the exploding pain in her head. “Kiss?” she croaked.

A sexy smile flirted with the corner of his mouth. “You don’t remember?” He stared at her, making her take a sharp breath for an entirely different reason. Those eyes, those incredible eyes burned with heat that singed her.

She thought she’d dreamed kissing him.

“No dream, beautiful. It happened right at Denim & Spurs.”

Can’t even keep my mouth shut for an internal thought. Yet, her girlish side latched onto the fact he’d called her beautiful.

“I kissed you?”

“Long and passionate.” He winked as they slowed, entering town. “Rocked my world. I’m hurt you don’t recall it but guess that means I’ll have to ensure next time it’s memorable for you. I’ll never forget it. The feel of your lips, the intoxicating taste of you, a moment I’ll never forget.”

Wednesday Whisper ~ What the Earl Desires

Wednesday, October 10th, 2018


Her lashes settled upon her cheeks and by all appearances she had succumbed to sleep. He knew without a doubt short of having numerous men along with him it would have ended in another disaster for him. Najja…had been incredible. He didn’t doubt that those who had yet to fall under her weapons had been just as mesmerized as he’d been.

That reminds me, I want to take a better look at what she used.

Brushing his lips over her forehead, he gathered her close, grateful for the opportunity to at least hold her in his arms. The bouncing and jarring of the wagon, the cold, and the continued vigilance for and the actual attack had worn him out so he willingly went into the land of dreams.

He woke up with a throbbing erection. Lush curves pressed against him, a small hand resting just above the waistband of his breeches. Each inhalation swamped him with the evocative scent of vanilla and spiced roses.

Najja was in his arms and his bed. Turning his head, he sought out her lips, not wishing to wake from the dream. She was hot. So was he. Moving his hand he frowned as he came into contact with clothing. Cracking his eyes, he noticed she lay almost totally on top of him, her leg lay wedged between his, her head buried against his shoulder. She was still asleep.

She moaned slightly and shifted against him. Wide awake now, Colin bit the inside of his cheek so he didn’t answer in kind. Her leg rubbed against his stiff length and he swallowed his groan. He flexed the fingers of his right hand which rested upon the firmness of her ass. An act which made her expel another sexy sound, almost like a purr.

Why not? They were rested now. Morning’s dim light struggled to penetrate the curtains over the window not that he cared. He was in no rush to leave this bed. Having her stripped bare…that was what he was after.

He moved his left hand over her side, seeking the bottom of her shirt. Once it was in his grasp he drew it up slowly, reveling in the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Such was it that he could feel his release rushing upon him, just from such a simple and intimate act.

Under his fingertips he could feel the change when he encountered some scars. But what halted him was when he felt a bandage. With a frown and a cooled ardor, he removed his hand and brought it out from the blankets. There upon his skin was the telltale sign of blood. Fear slammed into him. He yanked the blanket away and lifted her shirt. Sure enough, a blood-soaked bandage was in view.

Anger hit him hard. The fact she’d neglected to inform him she had been injured…made him see red. A deep powerful red.

“Najja,” he said, touching her shoulder.

Her eyes opened. For a moment he saw desire in them before it faded into awareness and calculating sharpness. “Time to go?” she asked, her voice weaker than he was used to.

“You are bleeding.”

“Sorry, I thought it would have stopped overnight.”

Her apology made him blink a few times. “Sorry? Why the hell did you not tell me you were wounded?”

She rolled away from him and got out of bed on the other side, the shirt dropping hiding the injury. He could see her wobble a bit. She was weakened.

“I am not used to telling.”

She crouched by her things and withdrew a pouch. He watched in amazement as she poured something into her hand, transferred it to her mouth only to remove it when it was the consistency of paste and slap it over the open wound which she’d uncovered while she moistened the stuff with her saliva.

A shadow of a grimace flitted over her face otherwise he would have never known of her discomfort. He sat on the bed, the coverlet around his waist and stared at the woman who’d just vacated it. Her hair unconfined fell to rest upon the small of her back. He blinked and looked again, noting how she only wore a shirt.


It fell almost to her knees and lust was like a bolt of lightning through him at the realization. His white linen a stunning offset to the darkened hue of her skin. Her legs were long, toned and mouthwatering. His shaft stiffened in the confines of his own breeches.

As if she could feel his gaze upon her, she turned her head and met his stare over her shoulder. “I am sorry I took your shirt.”

“It looks better on you, luv,” he said climbing out and moving to her side. One fingertip under her chin, he sank down until they were face to face. “Are you okay?”

Wednesday Whisper ~ Chasing the Storm

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2018

“I found my mate.” He sent the message to his siblings. And the congratulations rolled in.

“When do we get to meet her?” Aminta Tran asked.

“Soon. Members of The New Order are after her. And that’s not all. She has my artefact.”

Tension could be felt through their connection. He was the first to have seen his, which meant the prophecy had begun to reach its zenith. Prior to his finding Taylor and the artefact, they had existed in a haze of almost ignorance, believing that so long as none of them had discovered it, they could train and pretend that perhaps the prophecy wasn’t falling on them.

“Bring her to the vineyard, Cale,” Lian issued the order.

“As soon as we can be there, we will.”

“Be safe, brother,” Billy Kwan sent the sentiment.

“I’m ready if you are.”

Taylor’s voice pulled him roughly from contact. Wincing from the unexpected slivers of pain, he turned.

Jeans and a T-shirt, which told him whatever her job was, it didn’t require business dress. She carried a black purse over one shoulder, nothing fancy, just plain and unadorned.


They walked down together and he tried to angle her towards his vehicle, but she shook her head.

“I walk. It’s not far.”

Senses alert, he fell into step with her. She was rightbarely two blocks farther and she paused outside a restaurant.

“You work here?”

“I do. Thanks for the escort.” She walked inside and disappeared without a look back.

Cale stood there for a moment before realising he’d look foolish just staring into the building after her. So he went to a nearby bench and sat where he could see those entering and leaving. She may have thought that was the end of their association, but she was wrong. When she finished her shift, he would explain it all on the way to the vineyard.



Wednesday Whisper ~ Need You Now

Wednesday, July 25th, 2018

Book 1 in The Monroe Sisters series




What happens when that first spark is undeniable?

Pediatric oncologist Eva Monroe was finally heading for vacation in Puerto Vallarta to enjoy some much-needed rest, relaxation and sex. It was her goal to find someone to indulge in for the night—or the week, her choice.

Emergency room surgeon and member of Doctors Without Borders Grant Harrison is having fun during his time at the beach when he spies Eva and the heat between them slams into him with incredible force. After he approaches her, they end up going back to his room. What begins as a hot, intense encounter grows to more as they spend the rest of her time there together. Learning about each other and becoming close.

When they leave, neither want to end what they have started to build, but they’re not exactly neighbors. They decide to try a long-distance relationship—she visits him in Arizona and he her in Iowa, but they want more. Who is going to be the one to give up what they have for the other?

Someone has to make a choice. But when it comes, will it be too late?


“Sometimes, you just need some dick.”

Eva snorted, the margarita burning her nose as it exited, making her cough and her eyes water. “Did you just—oh, never mind, of course you did.” She glared across the table at her sister with the vulgar mouth, Tara, as she accepted the napkin handed to her from the third member of the group. She wiped her lips before she dabbed at the corners of her eyes, hoping this incident hadn’t turned her into a damn raccoon with how her makeup was running.

“What?” Tara blinked her almond-shaped black eyes, appearing unconcerned with her statement and how loud she’d made it. “It’s true, a good fuck can go a long way.” She sipped her Chardonnay and gestured to their other sister, Shai. “Tell her. I mean, she’s a doctor. You’d think she would be aware of the benefits.” Tara flipped her braid back over her shoulder, the pink streak in it vibrant and outgoing, much like the woman herself.

Shai drained the rest of her extra-dirty martini and put the glass down. “Tara’s correct. You need to get laid. All of us do.” She gestured for another drink.

Eva shook her head. She was the eldest and these two knew how to test her. “How did we go from my day to talking about a hookup?”

“Because your day didn’t include one.” Tara toasted her.

She sighed dramatically. I highly doubt yours did either, Tara. “That would be your logic. And just for the record, counselor, I’m a surgeon, not a regular doctor.”

“Pretty sure there’s a fucking MD after your name and I’ve seen you put DR in front of it. Or so it was the last time I saw you sign something.”

Glaring at Shai, she huffed with as much indignation as she could manage to pull off having just choked on a drink moments prior. “No one asked for your opinion, professor.”

“That’s why I gave it. I am a professor. I interject when all the facts aren’t present. I’m an educator.” Shai flashed a grin, her white teeth stark against her smooth nut-brown skin.

“Why do I agree to come out with you two?”

“Because we’re family and you love us,” they responded in tandem.

“Ask me later about the love bit,” Eva retorted as she gazed around the table.

Shai, the baby of the family, was the youngest tenured professor at the university. Eva’s parents had adopted her when she was only six months old. Tara had joined the family at age two and held the middle-child distinction. All three of them were thick as thieves.

Running a hand over her spike cut, she spied a guy standing by the bar, eyes on the three of them. Her heart kicked up a few notches as recognition set in, but she couldn’t pull from her memory banks just where she knew him from.

“Who’s McHottie?”

“What?” she asked Shai.

“Which barfly are you staring at?”


“The witness is becoming hostile. I believe I should press the point,” Tara added.

Eva faced her sister and muttered, “Bitch.”

“Later,” Shai said. “I’ve been thinking about what was said earlier.”

Eva glanced over at her, eyebrows up in silent question.

“You know, about you not getting any cock.”

She covered her eyes. “This is the problem—well, one of the problems—with having a professor and an ADA as siblings, you two are used to having to yell. There is something called an inside voice. You know, where you talk quieter, so the entire bar doesn’t learn about me not having sex lately?”

“Because that was stated so eloquently and with your inside voice.” Shai’s tone dripped with humor.

Lord, could the floor just swallow me up? She met the amber gaze of the man across the way.

From the way his bow-shaped lips had kicked up, he’d overheard the embarrassing exchange. He raised his beer in her direction.

“Focus, please.”

Professor tone. That’s what Eva called it. She’d heard Shai use it numerous times in her classes and it never failed to silence the noise even in an auditorium. However, her sibling had a way with people and could easily get them to listen to her. It was a gift.

“I need a refill for this,” Eva groused, waving for another pink-grapefruit margarita. “Especially since the last bit wasn’t enjoyed as it exited my nose.”