My story Stripped, comes out in the What Happens in Vegas anthology on May 1 (although I’ll have it to sign at RT, wheee!). Stripped is the story of Dahlia Baker, a small town girl living in Las Vegas to get her MBA and to pay her bills, she works at a burlesque club called The Dollhouse where she meets the owner’s brother Nash Emery. Sparks fly, and you know, sexin, arguing, angst, dancing and HEA.
So I thought for Poetry/WIP Monday I’d give a little glimpse into Dahlia and Nash’s world…
Excerpt behind the cut with a tiny bit of adult content…
WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS
STRIPPED BY LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2008, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Harlequin Enterprises, Limited
Releasing May 1
He stopped her as she moved to get into the car, his body caged her against her door. The heat rolled off him in waves, making her slightly dizzy.
“Goodnight, Dahlia. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
His lips brushed over hers gently once, twice and he started to pull away only to return, crushing his mouth over hers. She could do little more than reach up and hold on as he plundered her mouth with his own. Lips, teeth and tongue worked in concert to completely devastate her defenses against him. If there’d been any at all to begin with.
Body to body, she pressed into him, wanting more contact, needing more from him. The ragged moan she swallowed from his lips excited her senses as much as the heat of his hand that lay on her hip, just beneath the sweatshirt against her bare skin. His thumb stroked back and forth over her hip bone, sending bursts of electric sensation through her.
It took all her will not to throw her leg up over his hip and grind into him. God she wanted him desperately. Wanted to rub all over him like a cat.
His tongue stroked sinuous and seductive over her own, making her weak in the knees. He tasted like good gin and cigars. Like sex and sin and trouble.
When he pulled back and broke the kiss she put her hand to her lips, still tasting him there.
“Sweet dreams.” He looked deliciously tousled as he took a step back, one hand in his pocket, the other raised in a wave.
Mechanically, she got into the car and pulled away.
Whew! That was the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. The man was a freaking genius with his lips. It made her wonder what his oral technique was. She snorted, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been wondering that since the first time she met him. Now that his tongue had been in her mouth, she could imagine far better how it would feel against her clit.
She was so totally going to jump on him the next night. She just hoped she could contain herself until after dinner.