Sneak Peek –Megan Michaels’ New Book


Sneak Peek for a new book by Megan  Michaels

My book should be in your hands within a week!!!  Here’s a tease for you all. hehe.  I’ll do a cover reveal by Wednesday with the product description, and then I’ll post the prologue and an excerpt for a couple days after that to get you all ready for release.

Here’s a snippet that doesn’t give too much away.  Just a little foreplay:)

“Here’s my bad girl.”  He reached out for her hand, guiding her up to him, and letting the door close behind them. 

“You look amazing today.  But you knew that.”  With a sexy smirk and a hand to the small of her back, he guided her in front of him toward their table.

She looked over her shoulder.  “Thank you, Emerson.”  Taking her seat, she looked over to see the prominent bulge behind his brown dress pants, partially hidden by his tweed jacket, but still present to one who was looking for it.

“Eyes on me, girl.”  He sat down, narrowing his gaze at her, even though the glare didn’t reach his lips, which were still kicked up into a sly grin.  “So did you enjoy the catwalk display you performed for me on your way over here?”

Chelsea cleared her throat.  “I have no clue what you’re talking about, dear.”

“Mmmm.  We could add lying to your punishment today. Is that what you’re looking for?”  He raised an eyebrow at her.

Punishment?

“Wha—did you say punishment?”  Her breath caught in her throat.  She didn’t enjoy his punishments—after they were over, maybe.

But a discipline session with Emerson wasn’t something to be toyed with; he took the task seriously.

She’d planned on having fun with him today—walking through the parks and shops, eating at some of the restaurants.  Not this.

“Indeed.  Do you want to venture into guessing why?”  He waved to a waitress, who quickly came to the table.  “She’d like a vanilla latte, please, and I’ll have another hazelnut latte as well.  Thank you.”  He watched her leave before returning his attention to her.  “Are you going to guess?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat.  She had an idea of what it could be, but didn’t want to admit to it in case she was wrong.  She wished against all wishes that he would give her a hint.  “I’m…well, to be honest, I’m not sure.”

“Really?”  He leaned back in his chair, crossing his long legs, his dark brown shoes gleaming in the sunlight.  “Guess we’ll just give you time to think then.”  Emerson pulled out his phone, opened an application, and started to read.

Damn!

I’ll see you all on Wednesday with my cover reveal 🙂

 

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