This month we're featuring the first book from Meg Benjamin, Venus in Blue Jeans.
A note from Meg:
Venus was the
first book I did with Lindsey Faber at Samhain. I submitted it. She rejected
it, but told me if I could fix a few things she’d like to reconsider it. I did
what she asked and then resubmitted. She accepted it, and I got ready to
celebrate. That lasted until the hubs got home with the news that he hadn’t
gotten a promised promotion and that he was going to look for another job. So
much for celebration. The day after Venus
was released, he left to live in an apartment in Golden, Colorado, for three
months while I packed up our house in Texas and got ready to move. So my first
Konigsburg, Texas, book was published just when I was getting ready to leave
Texas for Colorado. Go figure.
Blurb
A guy. A girl. A
Chihuahua. Two of them will find the love of their lives.
Coming off a broken engagement to
a lying charmer, all bookstore owner Docia Kent wants is a fling, not a
long-term romance. And for her fabulously wealthy and fabulously nosy parents
to butt out of her life for a while. The Texas Hill Country town of Konigsburg
looks like the perfect place to get both. Especially when she gets a look at
long, tall country vet Cal Toleffson.
Cal has other plans for Docia. One
glance at this six-foot version of Botticelli’s Venus, and he knows he’s
looking at the woman of his dreams. Now if he can just fend off the eccentric
characters of Konigsburg long enough to convince her romance isn’t such a bad
idea.
One night of mind-blowing sex
isn’t the only thing that leaves them both stunned. With Docia’s bookstore
under attack, Konigsburg suddenly doesn’t seem so welcoming. Once again she
finds her trust tested—and is left wondering if she was ever meant to have a
happily ever, after all.
Warning: Contains explicit sex, hot Texas nights, cool
sarcastic friends, the world’s sweetest hero and the world’s saddest Chihuahua.
Excerpt
Cal stared, his pulse racketing in his ears. There she was
again—Botticelli’s Venus with her wild red curls drifting around her face and
shoulders. Perfect breasts, high and full. Waist narrowing to a gently rounded
stomach. Long, creamy thighs stretching to muscular calves.
Oh God, oh God, oh
God. If he was dreaming, this was when he’d wake up, hard and aching.
“Your turn,” she whispered.
He came down to earth with a thump. This was it. The point
at which some of his past sexual encounters had come to an abrupt halt. The
time when he’d need to get enough blood back into his brain to soothe, to
reassure, to explain that, after all, size was relative and bodies did adapt to
each other.
But he might as well get it over with.
He unzipped, pushing his slacks and underwear down together,
feeling himself spring free. No point in delaying the moment—he wouldn’t get
any smaller.
At least he profoundly hoped he wouldn’t.
Docia’s gaze was riveted on his groin. She stared at his
cock, as he’d known she would. His throat was dry with wanting her. Somehow he
had to figure out how to say all the things he needed to say to get past this
moment. All the encouragement and reminders about how well they’d fit. How they
were made to fit together. How if she lost her nerve now he’d probably go jump
off a cliff somewhere.
She reached for him suddenly, before he realized what she
was doing. Cool fingers wrapped around his shaft, measuring him, sliding
lightly down the length of him.
“You’re very big.” Her voice sounded husky.
Cal swallowed, nodding. Even if he tried to speak, he
figured his voice wouldn’t be more than a croak. And he wasn’t sure he could
speak at all as long as her hand stayed where it was currently.
And then she grinned, eyes sparkling. “Fortunately, so am
I.”
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