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Authors: Jasmine Haynes
Kinky Neighbors Two (5 page)
Copyright 2012 Jasmine
Haynes
Cover design by Rae
Monet Inc
A love that spans
lifetimes, an evil that has followed them through the ages...
Bern Daniels doesn’t
believe in ghosts, UFOs, or reincarnation, but when he sees Livie Scott, it’s
as if he’s known her forever. Now he can’t get her out of his mind. He wants
her in his bed and in his life. For keeps.
Livie is
unaccountably drawn to the tall, dark stranger. He literally sweeps her off her
feet. And Livie is oh so willing to let him. But her sister Toni is planted
firmly in her path to happiness. She’s had to choose between Toni and her man
before; is she destined to repeat the same twisted game with her sister over
and over?
When Livie and Bern
brave the obstacles between them, they soon discover there are shadows lurking
from their past, past lives that is, which threaten everything they believe in,
everything they want. And even their lives.
Excerpt
Livie buried her arms elbow deep in
the warm, soapy water. She loved doing dishes by hand, as odd as that sounded.
Her fingers wrinkled, and it probably wreaked havoc on her manicure, but the
water warmed her straight through to her toes. She loved a clean kitchen. She
loved order and neatness and everything in its proper place. She loved an
established routine and—
Something hit her on the cheek with
a splat, slid down her face, and landed with a plop in the water, sinking
before she actually saw what it was. She brushed her cheek with a wet hand,
soap suds settling close to her eye. She wiped those off with her shoulder,
then wallowed in the water searching for what had hit her.
Something slimy slithered across
her fingers and skittered away. She jerked, water splashing over the edges of
the sink. In the kitchen doorway, her sister giggled, a girlish giggle laced
with malice. Another watery splat, this time on the back of her head, and the
thing, whatever it was, slid down her neck into her blouse.
Just then, the one in the sink
poked its head above the water. A snake, a slimy, horrible, fat snake with huge
fangs that sank into the soft flesh between her thumb and forefinger.
Livie started screaming when she felt
the snake down her blouse start to wriggle and slither all over her, biting...
“Wake up, Livie.” Toni shook her.
Livie woke to realize her nightgown
was tangled around her legs and the snakes were only in her nightmares.
“Je-sus. What’s wrong with you?” Her
sister hunkered down on her pillow and stared. “I thought you were going to
start screaming out loud any moment, instead of just that weird, awful
moaning.”
Her throat dry and tight, Livie
laid there a moment, letting her breathing return to normal. She hated
reptiles: lizards, frogs, slugs, banana slugs, but most especially snakes.
Spiders were okay, as long as they didn’t get in her hair or her clothes. But
snakes were the worst, and the worst of the worst was not being able to get
them off. This was the second night in a row she’d had a similar nightmare.
If you enjoyed this scary little
excerpt,
Twisted By Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1
will be
coming soon!
Try a sample of Jasmine’s
Prescott Twins series!
Prescott Twins, Book 1
Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes
Cover design by Rae Monet Inc
Previously published in 2005 in
the Twin Peaks Anthology
One night, one chance, but will
she have the courage...
Hitting the big 3-0 birthday like
a brick wall, shy, reserved Kristin Prescott just has to break out of her
sensible shoes and buttoned-up blouses and find herself a man. And the only one
who will do is Ross Sloan, her sexy boss. The problem is, she isn't Ross's
type; he prefers sensual, seductive women like her identical twin. But, Kristin
isn't sure she can let go of her inhibitions.
Unless she pretends to be her
sister.
Ross Sloan has lusted after his
secretary, Kristin Prescott, since the moment she walked into his office. When
she seduces him while playing the role of her twin sister, he sees through her
masquerade immediately. But Ross wants both sides of Kristin: the prim,
efficient woman who runs his office and the passionate woman she exposes in the
guise of her sister. Forcing Kristin to release her inhibitions and claiming
the desirable woman beneath the facade becomes his ambition.
But will the pleasure cost them
their business relationship? Or can they have both?
Excerpt
Ross
saw her the minute she entered the hotel bar. Miss Prescott. His Miss Prescott.
In an exceptionally short red dress with an unbelievably gorgeous pair of
thighs to match those calves, better even than he’d imagined. Reality certainly
surpassed fantasy. Damn. That red dress...
It
didn’t matter. In the morning she’d still be his secretary. And he needed her.
She
turned, and her gaze traveled over the cluster of tables flanking the small
dance floor. The bar was by no means full, and if she’d been looking, she
couldn’t have missed him sitting at the far end of the counter.
She
never even looked.
Just
as well, it allowed him to observe every curve revealed by the brevity of her
skirt. Her hair cascaded over shoulders covered only by the thin red straps of
her dress. Oh, yeah, her hair was exactly the stuff of his fantasies, rich
shades of reds and browns, curling softly over the tops of her breasts.
Speaking of breasts, if he’d seen her like this in his office, he’d never have
been able to keep his hands off her.
His
heart stopped as she touched the red-and-black beaded choker at her throat.
Just a brief caress. His eyes tracked the brush of her fingers down the slender
line of her throat, leading his gaze to the soft swell of a plump breast.
Magnificent. His smart, efficient secretary was sexy as all get-out.
His
temperature rose by degrees as she moved to the bar and slid onto a free stool,
crossing her legs. Endless legs. The red dress rode up her thigh. She signaled
the bartender, and the man jumped to attention as if she’d handed him twenty
bucks. Ross understood the feeling; he’d jumped to attention himself.
She
ordered and, when her wine came, lifted the glass to her lush red lips. She
raised a finger and slid it across her bottom lip, trapping a droplet. He
barely suppressed a groan, closing his eyes briefly just to keep his sanity.
This
couldn’t be his Miss Prescott. He opened his eyes.
Oh,
but it was. Beneath the chatter of voices, the laughter, and the thrum of
elevator music, the soft chink of her nails against the glass floated down the
length of the bar. His groin tightened. God, there was something about that
sound. It sent him into orbit.
He
forgot his boredom of late. Miss Prescott in a sexy red dress was a breath of
fresh air from the stuffy executive offices he’d been inhabiting, both
professionally and personally.
If you enjoyed this excerpt,
here’s where you can find
Double
the Pleasure
, Prescott Twins, Book 1
and
Skin
Deep
, Prescott Twins, Book 2
Other books by Jasmine Haynes:
Revenge
Sex
, West Coast Book 1
Submitting
to the Boss
,
West Coast Book 2
Anthology: Beauty or the Bitch
& Free Fall
Take Your Pick
Past Midnight
What Happens After Dark
The Principal’s Office
Don’t miss Jasmine’s sexy little
spanking story...
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
Cover design by Rae Monet Inc
A naughty little contemporary
romance with a bit of bondage, submission, dominance, ménage, and a very good
spanking!
Natalie Beaumonde’s life turns
upside down the day she walks in on her boyfriend, Van, playing submissive to a
beautiful dominatrix. Not only has she been betrayed, but Natalie loses her
belief in herself as a desirable woman. And when she starts making mistakes at
work, her career being the one thing she’s always excelled at, she’s in danger
of losing her self-worth and her job, too.
Lincoln Masters isn’t like most
bosses. Instead of issuing a reprimand, he decides his sexy executive assistant
needs a good spanking, something he’s been dying to deliver for almost a year.
And afterward, he hatches a plan to help Natalie rebuild her self-confidence
and show her wandering man the error of his ways: become the sexy dominatrix
her boyfriend is looking for. Being a Master himself, Lincoln’s the perfect dom
to help her execute the delectable punishment.
Lincoln’s terms for
helping her? He wants a piece of Natalie, too. Suddenly, Natalie finds herself
developing a growing fascination with her boss and all the exciting,
deliciously naughty things he can do for her. When Van’s punishment is
complete, can she go back to being just Mr. Masters’ assistant?
Excerpt
Natalie
wanted to gag. It had been such a shitty week. Mr. Masters was right about
everything. She’d failed him miserably, made so many mistakes. He was a hard
taskmaster, but she’d always measured up, always delivered more than required.
Until last weekend, when she’d walked in on Van with that woman. Now she
couldn’t stop replaying those images in her mind, and they seemed to overshadow
everything else she was supposed to be doing on the job.
She’d
been with Van for two years. At thirty years old, with her own home and a solid
job, Natalie had even considered taking the next step with him, moving in
together. How could he do that to her? And how could he do
that
with
some horrible woman dressed head to toe in skintight leather?
There
wasn’t a single bulge on her lithe form.
Natalie
shuddered to think of her own body packed into all that leather. But the worst
was the noises he’d made, the sighs, the moans, the cries, the groans of
pleasure. He’d never sounded like that with Natalie, never gone utterly wild
when she touched him. Not even in the beginning.
“Miss
Beaumonde, are you listening to me?”
Oh
God.
“Of course,
sir.” What had he said?
She
certainly couldn’t tell Mr. Masters all her personal problems. First of all,
she wouldn’t receive an ounce of sympathy. Second, he didn’t believe personal
issues should
ever
get in the way of work. Honestly, neither did she.
He
rounded the end of his desk and paced behind her in a semicircle. She didn’t
dare turn her head to look at him despite the itch along her spine. You never
wanted Mr. Masters at your back when he was pissed at you. Though when he was
on
your
side, there was no greater ally.
