Sliding
into Home
A
New League Series (Book 1)
Contemporary Erotic Romance
By
Anne
Lange
Totally Bound Publishing
Word Count: 37,827 words
Heat Level: Hot
Release Date: October 17, 2014
Blurb
Can
an injured ex ball player convince the woman he wakes up married to
in Las Vegas to take a second chance on him?
After spending
the last four months drowning his sorrows over the end of his
baseball career, Jack Bishop finds himself winging through the blue
skies to Las Vegas, not so ready to spend the weekend with some woman
his best friend set him up with. He expects a paid escort. What
he gets is the woman he walked away from ten years ago to pursue his
passion, and she’s not very happy to see him.
Devyn Tate
believes she’s quite capable of finding somebody to take her out to
dinner. She’s no longer looking for a lifelong promise. She has a
commitment only to her battery-operated toy to fulfill that
particular need. Yet her friends have managed to talk her into
spending the weekend in Las Vegas, on a blind date of all things.
They promise the guy is trustworthy. They insist that she should have
fun. Unfortunately, fun is not what she envisions when she discovers
Jack Bishop lying on the floor of her suite in nothing but his
underwear that’s on backward, and she has a wedding ring on her
finger.
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Teasers
Excerpt
1 (PG)
Sliding
into Home
A New League - Book 1
© 2014 Anne Lange
What
the hell am I thinking?
She
wasn’t a one-night or even a two-night stand kind of girl. She
didn’t do fantasy sex. Hell, she didn’t really do sex, period. It
was okay. It wasn’t great. Isn’t that why Roger had fallen into
the arms of another warm body? Well, that and the fact that her
aspirations didn’t match up with his.
She
needed to get out of there. She’d pay her friends back for the
room—somehow. Devyn took a step toward the door that appeared to be
a mile away.
The
water stopped, freezing her mid-stride. Panic swelled. She spun in
all directions. Oh, God. Typically, she considered herself a strong
woman, but at the moment, she felt so out of her element, and a
strong sense of foreboding rolled over her. She needed a place to
hide. Dive behind the sofa or behind the heavy curtains?
A
door opened and steam rolled into the hallway. The slap of wet feet
against ceramic tile pulled her gaze back to the hallway but didn’t
encourage her feet to move. Then the soft thud of footfalls on carpet
and a deep hum preceded the man about to make his entrance.
Devyn
began backing up, hands out at her sides to avoid tripping over
furniture. The closer the humming got, the quicker she stepped, until
she smacked into the patio door, and sucked in a breath, just as he
entered the main room.
She
couldn’t stop the immediate flood of arousal that shot through her
when she caught sight of the gorgeous hulking male specimen strolling
into the room, head down, large hands adjusting a fluffy white towel
slung low on his hips, his damp hair curling around the edges of his
ears.
She
licked her lips. Instinct. Gut feeling. Whatever it was—she knew.
She couldn’t look. Yet she couldn’t close her eyes. She noticed
every little detail starting at his sexy feet. The dark hair covering
his legs. Could knees be sexy? Every hard line, every muscle of his
tight abdomen, as her gaze swept up, up and up, until she reached his
face.
That
face. She must have moaned, must have
made some small noise announcing her presence. His head jerked up and
his eyes rounded in surprise, his skin flushed from the shower, or
from finding her in his room?
Oh
God, this has to be dream. Or maybe it was her fantasy after all.
“Devyn?”
“Jack.”
Excerpt
2 (X-rated)
Sliding
into Home
A New League - Book 1
© 2014 Anne Lange
She
felt no pain. Not the physical kind anyway. Here she sat, in an
exquisite hotel suite, in Las Vegas, with… Jack. The boy who had
left her. But he didn’t resemble a boy anymore. Oh, no. He looked
like a man who could do all sorts of naughty things to make her feel
wonderful. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the
naughty suggestions disappear, so she’d given up about two glasses
of wine ago, after he’d announced his intentions.
She
pictured herself swinging on a pendulum. She swayed to one side and
was reminded of the day he’d left. Wasn’t she worth sticking
around for, or at least coming home for?
Then she swung the other way and
focused on the opportunity in front of her.
He’s so fucking sexy. And
he’s available. And what happens in
Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right? It’s not
like it’s forever.
She
was getting dizzy. She must be going insane if she was even
considering it.
Her
nipples stood on alert. Her pussy pulsed. Must
be the wine. Her friends had brought
her to Las Vegas to have sex. But sex with Jack? A mistake? Oh,
yeah. She squirmed on the couch, and
with as much nonchalance as possible rubbed her arm over her nipples.
She suppressed a groan. Okay,
maybe a little bit of pain. The kind only a good hard round of sex
could relieve.
Devyn
glanced up from where she’d settled into the overstuffed couch
after they’d moved back into the suite. She watched Jack, but
didn’t really see him as he moved about the room. Instead, she
pictured him bending her over the arm of the sofa, while the
kaleidoscope of colors from the Strip played across the darkened
room. In her daydream, he slipped inside her, his cock rigid, thick,
hot—stretching her wide, to the pleasurable edge of painful. He
paused to place tender kisses down her spine, before pulling back and
plunging hard and fast back into her body—relentless in his
endeavor to hear her scream his name.
In
her mind, she begged him, repeatedly, to make her come.
“Dev,
did you say something?”
Startled,
she blinked and looked up at his question. “Ah, no.”
Author
Bio
Shoes
are her addiction, but books are her passion. Anne Lange grew
up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got
either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo—maybe all three—tucked into
her bag or a pocket when she leaves the house. You know, just in case
there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten. Anne reads many
genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a
dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your
mom never told you about.
Oh,
and always a happily ever after.
While
embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne
juggles a full time job and a family. Not always successfully. Who
needs a clean house every day? And what’s wrong with cereal
for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully
supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too
fast, and Rocky the bearded dragon.
Author
Social Links
Email:
Anne_Lange66@yahoo.ca
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