“I knew,” Shane agreed, looking sinfully delicious in casual blue jeans and a white cotton T-shirt. He stuck his finger in the frosting.
“Hey!”
He smeared the creaminess in the cleavage displayed by her halter top.
“Shane!” She laughed, a joyful sound that turned into a moan as he caught her around the waist and began licking up his mess.
“Yummy,” he purred, collecting the container and lacing his fingers with hers.
Abby’s eyes widened as he pulled her toward the bedroom. “What are you doing?”
He tossed her a heated glance over his shoulder. “I’m going to smear this all over your body and lick you clean.”
She shivered in instant sexual awareness. “You’re channeling the caveman again, aren’t you?” she said breathlessly, carnal anticipation heating her blood.
“You betcha.”
“I love the caveman.”
“I love you.”
Abby smiled.
Sarah Manning stepped into her cozy apartment and blew the windblown strands of blond hair out of her face. She shut her front door with a bump of her hip.
“Hi, Petey,” she greeted, smiling as her calico cat purred in welcome and wrapped lovingly around her legs. “Why can’t all men be like you, huh? Sweet, attentive, but hot, like Shane Markham.”
She laughed softly. She didn’t carry a torch for Shane, but she was a red-blooded woman and knew a hunk when she saw one. “Hang on. Let me put this stuff down, and I’ll pet you.”
Walking into her small galley kitchen, Sarah set her bags on the tile counter. She pulled out the plastic container filled with cake, and turned to put it in the fridge.
It was then that the paper stuck to the bottom caught her eye. Curious, Sarah pulled it free and opened the folds to read the contents.
“Stamina of four, huh?” She snorted. “I wish. Bring it on.” She tossed the note in her junk drawer and picked up the cake. She paused before the fridge, then said to hell with it and got a fork.
“In lieu of hot male with endless stamina, the cake will have to do.”
Petey flicked his tail dismissively. She laughed and followed him into the living room. “Sad replacement, I agree.”
CATHRYN FOX
A former government Financial Officer, Cathryn graduated from university with a Bachelor of Business degree, majoring in accounting and economics. She lives in Eastern Canada with her husband, two kids, and crazy chocolate Labrador Retriever. Shortly into her career Cathryn quickly figured out the corporate life wasn’t for her. Needing an outlet for her creative energy, Cathryn turned in her briefcase and calculator and began writing erotic romance full time. Cathryn enjoys writing dark paranormals and humorous contemporaries. When Cathryn isn’t writing you can find her reading, relaxing with her family or watching a big action flick.
SYLVIA DAY
A wife and mother of two from Southern California, she is a former Russian linguist for the U.S. Army Military Intelligence. Her stories have been called “wonderful and passionate” by WNBC.com and “wickedly entertaining” by
