I have a new release out from Ellora's Cave. Here's the blurb:
Pearl - Lovers At Last By Shelley Munro
Pearl's master plan to catch a rich husband — results so far…A for effort, F for success.
Justin Collet wants way more than friendship from Pearl. He craves love, laughter and hot, down-and-dirty passion. A life partner. All he needs to do is convince Pearl.
A broken relationship, a few drinks and a string of pearls. Comforting Pearl takes a turn into carnal territory. Heat blossoms between them, fiery and consuming. Sweet kisses inflame and erotic whispers tempt. It's all or nothing for Justin as he seduces Pearl into agreeing they're lovers at last.
“Andrew Dickins is a bastard"
Pearlspat out, shaking her fist in Justin’s face. Something white and thin flashed past his nose, almost hitting him in the eye.
Justin stood, moving out of range. “Wanna beer?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” P
earldropped onto his battered leather couch, her miniskirt riding up to display a good portion of black stocking. Justin knew she wore stockings because he caught a glimpse of pale, creamy thigh before she tugged her black skirt down. Hot damn. This woman was gonna be the death of him. He wondered why Andrew Dickins was a bastard and decided he didn’t really give a damn. If the man’s behavior meant he could spend time with Pearl, Justin was all for it. His cock stirred again at the thought.
He strode into his kitchen, giving himself a swift lecture about friends only. Didn’t work. Hell, he’d given up trying to listen to commonsense. Let lust rule. The few beers he’d had after work with his mates were enough to blunt his normal restraint when it came to
Pearl. Somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to give a fuck about breaking his self-imposed rule. Maybe it was time he made a move on her. There was more in life than work. Yeah. He’d done the work thing and was doing fuckin’ nicely, thank you very much. Time for another challenge. He opened his fridge and grabbed two beers, pausing to collect a glass for Pearlbefore returning to his den.
When he stalked up to his couch,
Pearlwas muttering to herself, her hand clenching and relaxing on something white. A string of pearls. His lips pursed in a silent whistle. Big bucks.
One of her lovers had dropped a pile of money on her. Considering the magnificent gift, he wondered what had bent
Pearlout of shape. Last time he’d seen her this angry, it was because her lover at the time had refused to take direction. Justin snorted. Any man who couldn’t find a woman’s clit had no business making love to a stunner like Pearl. She should have told him to fuck off without a second chance.
“Here you go, babe.” Justin handed over the dew-frosted can and glass before sinking onto the couch beside her. He tipped back his head, enjoying the crisp taste of hops dancing across his tongue. Beer, woman and rugby. Hot damn. His night was lookin’ up.
“You come to watch the rugby, or do you want to shoot the breeze?” he asked finally, more to stop her fidgeting and muttering than anything else. Knowing
Pearl, he was gonna hear about whatever ailed her no matter what he said.
“Andrew gave me these pearls.”
Pearlshook them in his face again.
Justin ducked out of range. That was a bad thing? “I thought you liked jewelry.” Although he’d known
Pearlsince high school, sometimes he couldn’t fathom the way her mind worked. Women. Shit, he’d never understand them, which was probably why he’d stuck to short-term relationships. That and because he lusted after Pearl, couldn’t imagine being with anyone else for the long haul.
“I’ve been with Andrew for a year. He took me to dinner with his partners. When he told me he was giving me something special, I thought it was a diamond engagement ring.” Her breasts rose and fell, attracting his attention again. Damn, she was fine.
“And?” he prompted, suspecting there was more.
“I thought he’d ask me to marry him, but instead, he gave me this stupid pearl necklace. ‘Pearls for a special Pearl.’ That’s what he said, and then the louse told me he intended to marry Janie Gilroy.”
“Bastard,” Justin said while feeling elation inside. He didn’t like the idea of
Pearlmuttered. “A pearl necklace. You’d think males could be more original. Men keep giving me stupid pearls and I want diamonds,” she ended on a wail.
“Sweetheart, don’t cry,” Justin said uneasily. He’d been through one of her crying jags before and didn’t want to repeat the experience. A man could only take so much before he broke.
A single tear ran down her face, melting him inside. He set his beer aside, took her glass from her and pulled her against his side. A strand of golden blonde hair tickled his nose and he tucked it behind her ear, kissing the tip of her pert nose. “You smell nice.”
“A present from Andrew,” she said with a sniff.
“Bloody Andrew,” Justin said, knowing it would make her laugh.
“Yeah, ‘bloody Andrew’,” she parroted with a watery smile.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Um…I had a glass or two of wine.”
“And drove over here? Woman, you’re a cheap drunk. I’m not letting you drive home. You’ll have to stay the night.” His cock reared at the thought. Justin cursed softly and tried to think icy-cold thoughts. Didn’t work. Back to plan A.
Pearlhiccupped. “You only have one bed.”
“That’s right,” Justin said. “We’ll have to share.”
Pearlpulled away to waggle her finger in front of his nose. “I’m a wild woman. I might force myself on you.”
Justin snorted. “Do your worst, sweetheart. I don’t scare easy.”