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Hello Readers! If you are new to The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod ongoing series, read the first book, A Date with Fate for FREE.
Prepare for laughter, sighs, tears, and shocking surprises in Family & Fortune, Volume V in the dangerously delicious ongoing series, The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod.
Floating on drama-free air, Anabel and Luke are reveling in their time spent together like a normal couple over the holidays before the Las Vegas weddings. But their sensual idyll can’t last forever, especially when contrary to all the promises made in the ads, what happens in Vegas starts in Northfield. As the family weddings draw nearer, so does trouble. Anabel has to be on her toes like never before when confronted with a blackmailing ex-cousin, troubling behavior from her niece, strangers asking strange questions, an irritatingly consistent foretelling of her future, wedding havoc in the family, Vegas gangstas, jealous girlfriends, and a seriously freaky fan boy who may be more bite than bark.
If Anabel doesn't play her tarot cards right, not even the talented Mr. Tricky can alter the fortune destined to take her breath away--for good!
Excerpt:
I found Luke at
the kitchen island dishing scrambled eggs onto our plates.
He didn’t look
up. “There you are. I thought I was going to have to come haul that
sweet ass of yours in here.”
I paused in
mid-sashay. Not that a man with his saturnine features and slashing,
devilish brows could ever be described as adorable, but Luke came
pretty close. He had a white kitchen towel tossed over one broad
shoulder and was whistling softly under his breath.
Something about
men doing domestic chores got me hot. Luke was shirtless and his
jeans rode low on his hips. My eyes ate up the expanse of smooth,
olive skin. Like an arrow made specifically to taunt me, my eyes
followed the narrow band of silky black hair on his chest downwards
over ripped abs until it disappeared and I hit the bulging jackpot.
Involuntarily, my breath caught. I seriously wondered in that
microsecond if I had crossed into nympho territory.
Luke moved and the
best biceps in America flexed. That was it. I wanted to bounce Luke
off the fridge, drag him to the floor, and watch him vigorously do
pushups over me. Okay, and push ins, too.
‘And a
violent nympho at that. Exercise some control, girl!’ The mean
mommy voice exclaimed in alarm.
The sex kitten’s
tinkling laughter and deep purring were loudly approving.
To cover my
lustful pause, I lifted my bare foot and peered down, as if I stepped
on something. I wouldn’t put it past Mr. Tricky to be able to read
my body language and then my mind. It would not be a good thing for
Team Anabel if Luke knew I was so sexually besotted that I envisioned
kitchen floor sex over breakfast--my favorite meal. I may be getting
used to sharing the love, but no man should have that degree of
totalitarian sexual power over their woman. That’s how monsters get
created.
Nonchalantly, I
walked close by Luke’s bent head to reach the fridge. “Mmm,
smells good enough to eat in here.”
I pretended not to
notice his momentary stillness when my seven-eighths exposed right
breast passed within his field of vision. If he’d made any sudden
moves, my right nipple, hard and pointy from his little chest and arm
display, would have poked him straight in his eyeball.
Aware I had his
undivided attention; I opened the fridge and leaned forward to peer
inside. Humming tunelessly and wiggling my butt a bit, I took my time
to find the bottle of orange juice. Next, I did my counter bouncing
routine to reach the juice glasses up on the second shelf in the tall
cupboard.
“I see that
jumping move works even better for you with no panties on.”
“Is that all you
saw?” I asked with a straight face.
“Of course, what
else would I have seen?” Luke used his foot to pull out a stool for
me.
Giggling at his
dry tone, I carried our juices to the island. “Well, your keen
observation adds valuable data to my scientific test. I was
determining if the decrease in my weight by wearing no panties
increased my ability to jump higher.”
My peripheral
vision detected that tonight’s jeans jackpot had grown even
bulgier. I was pleased at the measurable result of my little butt
wriggle, but stayed strong and focused on my task ahead--stuffing my
face.
Luke slowly raised
a brow. “As long as it’s for science, I could be available for
further data gathering.”
“You’ll be the
first guy I ask.”
“I’ll be the
only guy you ask.”
I laughed, and
kissed Luke’s single dimple before removing his roving hand from my
butt to sit on the stool.
Observing the
steaming plate of cheesy eggs, buttered toast, and some sort of
crispy potato patty flecked with greens, I carefully draped a napkin
over my lap. I saw Luke smile faintly at that move, but I hadn’t
done it for modesty’s sake. I wasn’t about to take any chances
hot cheese would singe the Bermuda Triangle.
I rubbed my hands
together and nodded yes when Luke graciously offered the black pepper
grinder. “Wow, thanks. I didn’t even know I had enough food to
make breakfast, much less this bounty.”
“I’ve cooked
for myself for years,” Luke reminded me, peppering his eggs next.
“I can scrounge with the best of them.”
“Do you know
that I worship the ground you walk on?”
“Join the end of
a long, long line, baby.”
I giggled again at
his smarmy growl.
Maybe it was the
knowledge our troubles were finally solved and the future stretched
out brightly ahead of us, or maybe it was simply the result of our
incredibly passionate schtup fest, but both of us were clearly in
ebullient moods.
We shared a grin
and then I blew on a forkful of hot eggs.
Chewing slowly, I
closed my eyes.
I tasted a
flavorful burst of chives, a slight nuttiness, a little green onion,
and as I swallowed, a nice edge of heat. “Wow again. Mmm, what
cheese did you use and why have I never used it in scrambled eggs
before? Was that jalapeƱo I tasted? Because I’ve got to tell you,
Chef Iron Chest, normally I’m not a huge fan of hot peppers in
eggs,” I kissed my fingers, “but that was magnifico!”
I opened my eyes
to find Luke watching me with an intense expression.
He didn’t answer
my questions, instead saying softly, “The earrings look beautiful
on you. What are your thoughts on pierced nipples?”
Startled, one hand
unconsciously flew up to touch one of my birthday presents while the
other clutched protectively at my girls, fork included. His glance
followed my hand up and then lowered lazily to my breasts. I swear
heat scorched my skin all along the way.
The sex kitten
voice moaned, but I almost gagged.
“Careful,
Princess, so you don’t fork yourself,” Luke warned teasingly.
‘Said the man
who wants me to pierce my breasts,’ I thought in resentful
terror.
Piercing meant
needles, which meant no freaking way. I looked down at my full
plate, appetite ruined. The words “pierced” and “nipple”
should never, ever be said in the same sentence, especially during a
meal. If wearing dangling earrings while letting a rosy nipple poke
out impudently here or there gave Luke such horrifying ideas, then my
jumping, bending, bare-butt-in-the-air days were definitely over.
The scrambled eggs
were paste in my suddenly dry throat. Trying not to choke, I eyed
Luke’s raised black brows and cruel mouth while I slowly forced the
food down my throat.
Looking down from
that penetrating gaze, I forked at the potato patty. My mind raced
for a way to nip the subject in the bud, so to speak.
“Hmm, nipple
piercing,” I drawled out slowly, stabbing the patty viciously to
break it up into bite-size pieces. I glanced up with a bland
expression. “Well, my first thought, as you very well know, is
ouch.” Ignoring Luke’s growing grin, I went on musingly,
“If you’re worried what people will think, I don’t believe it
is true only gay men pierce their nipples these days.” I shrugged a
shoulder. “I like hoops of any kind on my man, large or small, so
my second thought is go right ahead and do your nipples.” I smiled
cheerfully up into Luke’s glittering eyes. “Hey, you have my
support to pierce Big Jim and the twins, too, if you want.”
I shoved the
forkful of potatoes into my dry mouth and considered the subject
closed.
Luke threw back
his head and laughed. I kept chewing while his broad shoulders shook
beside me. On a final chuckle, he put his arm around my shoulders and
pulled me close. This time, he kissed my cheek.
Perhaps I should
have been nervous when Genghis said no more on the subject, but I
cuddled next to his strong, warm body and let it go. After all, try
and train me as he might, this chick would never willingly agree to
pierce her ta tas or her cha-cha.
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