Home is Where the Heat is
by Amelia James
The Twisted Mosaic's reader favorite, Claire, has some twisted fun of her own.
Dependable paralegal Claire O'Connor knows the man of her dreams is out there waiting for her, and she's ready for him. Imagine her surprise—and delight—when she discovers not one but two men who lust for her. One adores her; the other challenges her. One makes sense; the other is a gamble.
Despite the family tragedy that shaped his past, JT Luck has only known professional success. His personal life, however, is a failure. He doesn't want a relationship, and while his 'let it ride' attitude keeps most women at a distance, Claire is eager to roll with him.
But when she finds out Kurt Langston, the office's resident computer geek, harbors a secret crush for her, she wonders if he's the safer bet. Kurt doesn't get close to people, and his feelings for Claire make no sense in his carefully ordered life. His unexpected bond with JT pushes him to take chances he never imagined.
Go all-in or go home? Either way, the heat could be more than they can handle.
Claire gasped as the door burst open. JT jumped up and moved in front of her.
A man stood and stared, one hand on the doorknob and the other at his belt buckle. "Oops, sorry." He grinned at JT. "Nice job, man."
"Get out." JT forced the words between his teeth.
The guy backed up and closed the door.
Claire's heart hammered in her chest. Caught! That man had seen JT licking her... he'd seen her spread legs and everything in between. "Oh God." The room spun and JT caught her as she teetered off the counter.
"Are you okay?" He pulled her close.
"I don't know." A stranger had seen her in a most vulnerable position. She should be shocked and appalled, humiliated or embarrassed. But a hint of pride and secret excitement fluttered in her lower abs. She retrieved her discarded panties, and JT helped her tug them over her boots. She pulled her skirt down then turned and splashed cool water on her face while he adjusted his pants. "Holy shit." I'm swearing?
"Yeah." He ran a hand through his tousled hair. "I forgot to lock the door. I'm so sorry."
She shrugged. "I forgot too."
He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face in the mirror.
She glanced down at the counter, trying to hide her eyes from his penetrating gaze.
"You are a bad, bad girl."
I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me, But she couldn’t stop me from daydreaming. After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.
I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
You can find me on Facebook, and on Twitter I’m known as Trashy Writer. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. (But I'm an award-winning finalist in erotica, USA Book News 2012.) I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.
Trashy's Treasures Blog: http://trashystreasures.com/
Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/trashywriter
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