Publisher's Synopsis
BLURB Ashley Thompson had a wild time at her party last Friday night. Maybe too wild. She wakes to find a video of her in the middle of a menage a trois with her ex-boyfriend and a gorgeous stranger. Unable to remember anything about the night, other than the hot sex she sees on the computer screen, Ashley begins a search for Mr. Hunk. She has no luck until he unexpectedly shows up-in her shower. Hunter Hopewell intends to introduce Ash to a variety of sexual experiences he finds fun and exciting. He proposes a weeklong series of "colorful" encounters designed to seduce Ashley out of her kink comfort zone. As their week of escalating pleasure intensifies, Ashley must choose to let go of her inhibitions or risk losing the best damn lover she's ever had. EXCERPT The bathroom door opened and closed. Her hands froze. "Damn it, Sam. Why is it every time I take a shower you have to pee? Couldn't you just hold it for once? Or pee in a cup, for God's sake?" "I'm not Sam. And I don't have to pee." Ashley's eyes popped open and the bottle of body wash hit the tub with a loud thunk. The husky voice she'd heard on yesterday's video and in this morning's dream was richer in person. Sexier. Her heart took off like a deer after a shotgun blast. She peered at the shower door, seeing only a shadowy figure through the opaque glass. Well thank, God, for that. He couldn't see her either. "Hello? Are you there, Ash?" The amusement in his tone brought her back to earth. "Yeah, I'm here. And just who the hell are you?" "I'm Hunter Hopewell. Sorry we didn't really get introduced the other night." "No shit." Damn. The all-important name meant nothing. The spray from the shower roared in her ears and Ashley took a step toward the shower door. "So who are you? I mean, you say Hunter Hopewell, but I don't know you. And you know me." "Yes, I do. I've never met you, but I've been interested in you for a while now." Despite the hot water, chills raced over her body, standing her hair on end. Oh, my God. A stalker. I've attracted a stalker. And I'm shut in a bathroom with him. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. "You work over in English at the university." He knew where she worked. "And I've seen you around the campus." He'd been watching her. She wrapped her arms around her chest, shielding her body as best she could. Maybe Sam would come in. "You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. With lots of potential." Potential for what? Needing to breathe or pass out, she gasped in air. "I think you should leave." Where the balls came from to utter that sentence, she had no idea. "Why?" His voice rose an octave. "Because you're scaring the crap out of me."
