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Lily hasn’t taken a vacation in years. She an orchestra musician, a private music teacher, and a homebody. She’s full-figured, quiet and lives a fairly simple life. Aside from music, she has one big passion: stock car racing. She’s been a fan for as long as she can remember and makes the yearly pilgrimage to Daytona as often as she can. When she’s offered a chance to get away to North Carolina and attend two weeks of races, she jumps at it. Little does she know what chance has in store for her…
Cam Carter is one of the most successful young drivers in the top tier of the stock car racing circuit. Traveling all over the country, he’s well known to racing fans, loved by some, respected by a few, and hated by others. He’s arrogant, strong willed, and a consistent winner. What he doesn’t have is balance…until he meets a pretty, curvaceous, and unassuming fan named Lily.
Lily fears the difference in lifestyles, ages, and personalities while Cam in turn, embraces them. Can they find a way to cross the finish line and take the checkered flag together? Or will the obstacles push against them until they crash and burn?
This is obtained from Ms. Lissa Matthews web site --->>>
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This is an excerpt of this book... Please be warned: You have to be 18 or older to read this!!!!
Yes, it is this hot!!!!
The contents of this excerpt are adult and only those 18 years or older are authorized to read it.
Stick Shift by Lissa Matthews
All Rights Reserved, Loose Id Publishing
Oh God. She was really there, staring at him, and he -- bless his gorgeous face -- he looked happy to see her. Looking at his smile, she suddenly felt out of her element again and for some reason not quite up to the dress code in her denim knee-length skirt and brown hoodie. Her pink painted toes curled under as she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other in the cute, sparkly flip-flops Alli had talked her into wearing. But there wasn't a dress code, given that he was in faded, threadbare jeans with holes in the knees and one of the back pockets ripped at the seams. His T-shirt was black with a washed-out logo she couldn't make out, and his sneakers had seen much better days. Still, she felt uncertain about how she looked to him standing there while they stared at each other. What was it about him that drew her and scared her all at the same time? Maybe it was his freshness, his youth, his smile that was flawless and bright and aimed at her.
He stopped in front of her. "You're here."
"Yes. I-I hope it's okay that I just showed up like this without calling first."
"Yep. I'm glad you're here. I can stop checking my phone every thirty seconds now."
Checking his phone? Was he serious? Surely not. "I-I'm sure you have things to do. I just wanted to…" Lily hated that she was stumbling all over herself and couldn't seem to get a string of words to come out in some semblance of order and make sense. The man had her all tongue-tied and she wished she hadn't had that particular thought, because she would love to be tongue-tied, naked, and wrapped around him.
Dammit. She really had to stop thinking things like that. If she could just stay focused on the fact that he was so much younger than her, she might actually get out of this awkward mess unscathed.
And he had to stop looking at her like he wanted to devour her.
"I have nothing else that I'm needed for until tomorrow, so that means I'm all yours tonight."
"Oh." She likely hadn't hidden the surprise at his choice of words, because he laughed. All hers? Yeah, right. In what universe was a man like Cam Carter ever going to be "all hers"?
"You like that idea."
The man was reading her mind again, just as he'd done at the autograph session. She had to learn not to be so transparent. Alli was forever telling her that everything she thought or felt could be seen in her eyes and in the expressions on her face. "Well, yes, of course. How could I not?" She'd play along, though. How often did an average, ordinary music teacher and orchestra member get this kind of opportunity? "I'd be crazy to not want you all to myself."
"Great. Because that's how I want you." He stepped closer and lifted his hand, then traced the outline of her cheekbone, causing her breath to catch in her throat. "I want you all to myself."
He was going to kiss her. She knew it because he took off his sunglasses, because the pulse beat in his neck had kicked into high gear, because his lips actually brushed hers. Oh. My. God.
He's too young. He's too young. He's too young.
Her mind rattled off the litany. She promised herself she needed to remember it in the event she got carried away and gave serious consideration to spending any kind of time with him. But all of it flew away in the breeze when she let herself get swept up in the softness of his lips, the insistent tip of his tongue, the feel of his hand sliding into her hair, holding her mouth to his.
It was a brief kiss, just a taste of him, but it was enough to whet her appetite for more. The little devil inside her head laughed. As if she needed her appetite whetted. She had thought of little else in the last six days, and she'd never wrestled with anything more. Should she or shouldn't she? Should she call or just show up?
More than once, she'd picked up the phone and dialed his number but never let the call go through. What if he hadn't remembered her by just her name and voice alone? What if he put her off or changed his mind or hadn't meant for her to take the date and time on the picture seriously?
She'd been so uncertain that Alli had actually followed her to the race shop and waited while she got out of her car and sat down on the bench. As soon as Alli left, Lily had entertained the same notion, but then Cam walked out, and she couldn't walk away without trying. Trying what, she didn't know, but there was definitely something between them, some chemistry even she couldn't deny.
"Just as sweet as I knew you'd be."
Lily smiled, unsure what to say. You are just as hot as I remembered, and I want to see how hot you are naked in bed.
"What do you want to do? Dinner? A movie? A concert? A club? Whatever you want to do, we will do."
"A date?"
"Yes. What did you think this was?"
"I don't know. I didn't know you wanted to go out with me. On a date. In public."
Cam looked at her curiously, his smile faltering, his eyes hooded and unreadable. "Was I being presumptuous in thinking that you might like to?"
"I… No. No, not at all. "
The light returned to his face and it took her breath away. Again. Damn. The effect the man had on her… Cam Carter wanted her, wanted to spend time with her, go out on a date with her. She wasn't strong enough to deny him or herself. He was offering her a chance few women ever got. Why not make the most of it?
And this I took from Ms. Lissa's blog......
'Author's Warning' - This title contains a the younger man/older woman dynamic, a naked chase scene, bare-handed spanking, naughty sex out on the deck, naughty sex in the truck, and a makeshift gag of ladies' unmentionables!To purchase this book, please go to Loose Id, LLC web site -->>>
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Stick Shift
The second time around is even sweeter…with cherries on top.
Dear Ms. Joey W Hill,
My body is weak and shy but your closeness consumes my soul
I wake to a chilled heart and bed it all feels so cold
My heart will forever be yours and yours mine
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