And oh what a fantastic cover...
The Hart
Moment
By
Pumpkin Spice
RELEASE DATE: February
12, 2016
Evernight
Publishing
About THE HART MOMENT
Heat Level: 2
Love can't be taught,
but it can be unlearned. When Associate Professor Stella Greene lost her mentor
on Valentine's Day, she also lost her way both professionally and romantically.
Her academic career, and her desire to love again, stagnated. Pete Hart’s
doctorate degree in cinema and art history gives him an eye for detail and an
appreciation for beauty. When Pete and Stella’s paths cross, they realize
there’s nothing academic about their attraction to one another. But can even the patience and persistence of Dr. Hart
withstand the distance Stella’s pain places between them? Can love be relearned?
Or will Pete have to take matters into his own hands to claim Stella’s heart?
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About The Author
Mary Billiter,
Writing as Pumpkin Spice, For Evernight Publishing:
Visit her website: http://www.marybilliter.com/
Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com
Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2
Excerpt:
We barely set foot in his apartment
before shoes were kicked off, coats peeled away, his sweater was shed, and I
think he was almost out of his jeans when he realized that maybe things were
moving too fast. In a white cotton t-shirt and his button fly jeans open, his
gray-blue eyes shone in the moonlight.
His gaze then held mine as he walked
toward me and started to unbutton my silk blouse. It slid off my shoulders and
dropped to the floor. Pete waited while I unzipped my jeans, and then we both
stepped out of our jeans together. I stood before him in a black lace bra and
pink cotton low-rise panties that had “Wednesday” stamped on the fabric.
He raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged. “I’m kind of into days of
the week.”
He tried not to laugh.
I lightly whacked him on the shoulder.
“Hey! It keeps me on track.”
“And clearly that’s important.”
“Well, it can be.” I crossed my arms
over my chest and suddenly felt very naked.
Pete moved toward me. And I moved away
in equal measure.
“I think it’s cute.”
I held up a finger. “I’ll have you know
that days of the week panties are not easy
to find.” As soon as the words came out of my mouth I cringed.
“There may be a good reason for that,”
Pete said and burst out laughing.
I bit the inside of my mouth to stop
from laughing, but it didn’t work. I started giggling.
“Come here,” Pete waved me toward him.
“Come here, Wednesday.”
“Oh, har-har.”
I stepped back from him, keeping my
eyes firmly on his. The excitement glittering back at me intensified my desire.
“If you think Wednesday looks good, you
should see Thursday…” I tried to sound seductive when really there wasn’t
anything sexy about cotton panties or the days of the week stamped on them, but
I only had so much to work with. Then I saw the movies posters in his front
room, and I instantly knew what do to.
Stripper Gypsy Rose Lee had less to
work, but made more with what she had. She was the woman that literally put the
“tease” in “striptease”. Gypsy was
one movie I knew Pete would have seen and one role I knew I could pull off.
“And Friday … oh you should see
Friday’s panties…” I slowly glided my bra off my shoulders with my fingertips
without revealing anything significant.
Pete’s eyes roamed my body, and I
savored the seduction. I turned my back and unclasped my bra, exposing my bare
back to him. Sliding the bra off, I covered my breasts with one hand and faced
him. With my other hand, I twirled my bra on my index finger. Pete was my
captive audience.
I dropped my hand that held my breasts,
pulled back the elastic band on my bra and aimed it like a slingshot.
“Saturday’s panty is pretty saucy, too.
It has lace.” I released the bra. It lobbed in the air and then fell, missing
my mark.
Pete reached up and grabbed my wrist.
He pulled me toward him. “You talk too much.”
My breasts playfully bounced and
pressed against his firm chest. He wrapped his other arm around the small of my
back, his fingertips grazing my skin. The force between us electrified, always
simmering below the surface, too powerful to deny when we collided. His lips
commandeered mine, and my need for him built and screamed for release.
He grabbed my arm and led me to his
bedroom. He braced my fall when he leaned us down onto his bed. His unshaven
cheek grazed against my neck in an oddly rough, yet subtly seductive way.
Everything Pete did, was, and said created a fiery passion in me so strong I
had to dig my nails into his back just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Our
bodies brushed, and our breathing grew heavier.
He rocked back to pull off his t-shirt,
and I deeply inhaled the cologne I sensed he sprayed in the center of his
chest. I pulled him down and crushed him against my taut nipples. Hell, yeah.
His lips kissed and bit my neck. My body
waited. Anticipation grew for what I craved now more than ever. He pulled my
panties to the side and looked at me.
Damn.
His eyes
always got to me. They flashed with a mixture of mischievousness and caution as
they drank me in. Without uttering a word, his eyes waited for permission. I
had the control.
I coyly grinned and opened myself to
him.
He reached into the drawer of his
nightstand. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth, slid the sheath
over his cock, and dove into me. I moaned and tried to remember how to breathe
all at the same time. God, he feels good.
His pace and intensity slowed. He waited for me to catch up to him. I need more. His hands caressed my
thighs.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled
him deeper into me.
A low groan rose from his throat.
“Stella…” Powerful gray-blue eyes locked onto mine. “I’m not going to last long
if you keep doing that.”
But I wasn’t even close to being ready.
I slowed down my pace and looked up at him. “Then let’s play around the world.”
He looked at me, trying to make sense
of the sudden shift.
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