BOOK TITLE: Divine and DatelessAUTHOR NAME: Tara WestGood girls go to heaven. Bad girls go all the way...What can be worse than electrocuting yourself while getting ready for your internet date? Realizing the hot stud you’ve been fondling is the grim reaper? Being chased by a sex-crazed bloated, naked corpse?How about an eternity of more bad hair days and horrific dates? Or lusting after the one guy in all of the afterlife whose hydrophobia rivals his fear of commitment?Yeah, that’s a whole lot worse.
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EXCERPT
I let out a huff of air, knocking a piece of wayward frizz
out of my eye. “Okay, the Grim Reaper is flirting with me. Now I know this is a
dream.”
He
laughed, combing a hand through his thick, dark hair. “You want proof I’m real,
don’t you?”
I
wagged a finger in his face. “Flirting hardly counts as proof.”
“Sorry.”
He shrugged. “That’s all I’ve got.”
Then a
thought came to me, a really, really wicked thought. That devil sitting on my
shoulder had to have been working overtime to come up with that one. I tilted
my chin, looking deep into his eyes as I gave him a challenging glare. “What
about kissing?”
Grim’s
face paled, and, ironically, he looked like he’d been spooked by a ghost. He
backed up, holding out his hands in a defensive gesture. “I’m not going to take
advantage of you.” His words were at war with the molten look in his eyes.
Though
I knew my hair was a frizzy mess, and my tight, black skirt might have exposed
a bit too much pudge in the thigh area, I knew lust when I saw it, and this man
was turned on.
Okay,
since he was just a figment of my imagination, I figured I’d enjoy playing out
this fantasy while it lasted. So I did what any woman in my situation would
have done during an uncomfortably awkward moment of flirting gone wrong, I kept
right on flirting. Ignoring the body lying between us on the floor, I stepped
over my torn dress, which was definitely exposing too much pudgy thigh, and
moved toward him until he was backed into a corner.
He
stiffened until he was parallel to the wall. That would have been a definite
sign he was not interested, except he licked his lower lip like he hadn’t eaten
in a week, and I was a juicy cut of prime rib. I continued my advance until
there was barely a breath between us and my heavy breasts were pressing against
his chest. He stood there with this deer-in-the-headlights expression, and
that’s when I started to lose confidence.
His
knee went up, grazing the skin between my bare thighs, and a zing shot straight
to my lady parts. Holy heck! I was horny for Grim! If this really was a dream,
I hoped I didn’t wake up for at least another ten minutes. Scratch that. Make
that twenty. Judging by the way this flirting was progressing, we’d both be at
home base faster than I could devour a plate of triple-chocolate chunk brownies
during PMS.
“Prove
to me I’m dead,” I cooed, laying a hand on his chest. The top button on his
long-sleeved cotton shirt was unfastened, revealing just the right amount of
dark hair and a hint of hard muscles beneath. I moved my fingers to that small
patch of curls, letting the heat from his bare skin on mine soak through. And
then I did something naughty. I leaned up and pressed a feather-soft kiss on
his tanned neck.
He
groaned, cupping my shoulders in his strong grip. “What are you doing to me,
woman?”
“Proving
I’m not dead.” I giggled, nipping at his earlobe for good measure.
“Maybe
you need some other kind of proof,” he growled, right before his lips came
crashing down on mine in the most heat-searing, exquisite kiss imaginable.
I
moaned into his mouth as I welcomed his tongue’s invasion. I tasted the sweet
scent of fruit, maybe apples? I wasn’t quite sure, but I knew I needed to
investigate further, so I fisted his shirt collar in my hands, clutching it
like a lifeline as I deepened the kiss. He pulled me against the length of his
hard body until I straddled one hard thigh. Our tongues sparred and our lips
melded together perfectly.
At that
moment, when my brain had been robbed of all coherent thought, one word popped
into my brain: heaven. His kiss was pure heaven.
I
released his collar, roaming the length of his body, which surely had to have
been carved from granite. I didn’t care if I was pushing boundaries. This was a
dream after all. Then I settled on that exquisitely large and stiff protrusion
between his thighs, and I froze.
Holy
shit, he was harder than a rod of steel, and as his leg ground out a torturous
rhythm between my thighs, I realized I was wetter than spring in Seattle.
This
was not a dream. This was real, and I had just fondled the boner of the
freaking Grim Reaper.
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Tara West
writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating
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young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high
school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She
enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing
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