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EXCERPT 4: More from A Little Night Magic, by Joy Nash, due out in June!
Oh, God. Nick had found her Kama Sutra.
Tori’s lips parted on a quick intake of breath. “Um … that’s not supposed to be out here. I mean, it’s not for sale.”
Amusement—and something a lot hotter—flashed in his eyes. “You mean it’s part of your private library? I think I’m glad to hear that.”
Her face was blazing. “You know, the Kama Sutra is a sacred text. It’s not a porn magazine.”
“If you say so. Though I can’t see it going over big in church on Sunday morning.” He made a show of turning a page and bending his head over the next illustration. He gave a low whistle. “But I could certainly get into this on a Saturday night.”
“Very funny.” She held out her hand. “Okay, you’ve had your fun. Now give me that.”
He looked up in mock outrage. “Excuse me? No way. I’m not done reading it yet.”
“You are not reading it.”
“Sure I am.” His gaze dropped back to the page. “‘The Rising Position.’” He turned the book around so she could see. “Ever try that one?”
“None of your business.” She made a grab for the book.
He held it just out of her reach, lips twitching. “Oh, so you have tried it.” His voice lowered. “Guess what? So have I.”
“Hmph.” But she couldn’t stop her own smile.
He laughed and turned the page. “Now here’s something called the Yawning Position. The woman has to be freaking double-jointed for that one. …” On the next page, “‘The Lotus.’ Hmmm. Can’t say I’ve tried it.” He flashed her a grin. “Yet.”
A laugh bubbled up in her throat. “Making plans, are we?”
His gaze turned hot. “Maybe. But there are so many possibilities, it’s damn hard to decide where to start. ‘Splitting of a Bamboo... Fixing of a Nail...’ Now, those look tough. They might take some practice, but I think we can manage them. You’re pretty flexible, aren’t you? You do that yoga stuff, right?”
She was laughing outright now.
“Hey, look! Here’s the Congress of a Cow and Bull. That’s one of my favorite positions.” He winked. “But I always thought it was called doggy style.”
Tori made another grab for the book. “You are so—”
“Whoa, careful! This is a sacred book! You wouldn’t want to rip it.”
He flipped to the next page, and his brows shot up. “Hello! Now, this one … You know, I’m not even sure this is physically possible.” He turned the illustration toward Tori. “What d’you think?”
“I think you’re crude and irreverent,” she said when she managed to stop laughing.
“Yep. Turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“No, it does not!”
“Liar,” he said without heat. He closed the book and offered it to her. “Here you go. Thanks for the very … um … stimulating reading material.”
She reached for the book. Nick, the fiend, waited until her fingers brushed the cover, then grabbed her wrist with his other hand and hauled her up against his chest.
The Kama Sutra fell with a thud.
She didn’t even care.