Hey, Jude is now available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Kobo!!!
I’m really excited to announce that the fourth and final story of the Mischievous Matchmaker series is here!!!
As those of you who are familiar with the series know, poor Jude was kind of left hanging at the end of Luck of the Draw. Since I like him very much, I had to make it up to him. I hope you have as much fun reading about how I went about that as I did writing his story.
Here’s the blurb:
He’d asked Petra not to play Cupid for him.
He should have known she wouldn’t listen.
Jude doesn’t see it coming the night his matchmaker ex-girlfriend invites him to dinner and he finds himself on a blind date instead. With someone he’s wanted to get his hands on for a very long time. Someone way out of his league.
Michel is the stuff the most erotic dreams are made of, but Jude doesn’t understand why Petra thinks the sexy Frenchman would be interested in him…until Michel spells it out for him in very explicit detail.
And how about an exclusive peek at Jude and Michel’s first kiss:
They walked the three blocks to Michel’s building. The night was cool but not cold, although Jude was so heated with anticipation he was sure the breeze coming off the lake wasn’t having its full effect on him.
Jude didn’t understand how Michel could make small talk so easily as they strolled along, not appearing to be in any hurry. Jude was so keyed up to get his hands on the man he could hardly think straight, let alone converse coherently.
He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Michel had been the one to initiate the date, not Petra. Petra fixing them up based on Jude’s old attraction was one thing. Finding out Michel—a man he’d desired a lot more than he’d ever let on to his ex-girlfriend—wanted him in return was mind boggling.
They turned a corner and walked down the street a little way to a door between two storefronts—a men’s fine clothing store on one side and a florist on the other. Michel unlocked the door and let Jude go in first, then locked it again when they were both inside. Jude stepped aside to let Michel lead the way up the stairs to the second floor, but Michel cupped his hand around the back of Jude’s neck and brought their mouths together in one very quick, very smooth movement instead.
The paradox of soft skin combined with the firmness of the man’s lips paralyzed Jude for a moment, then adrenaline washed over him in a hot, prickly rush that tingled in his fingers, his toes, along his neck. Michel made a sound as if he’d just bitten into something really delicious and leaned into the kiss. Their mouths opened at the same time and their tongues slid together with a hunger that was instant and overpowering.
Jude wrapped his arms around Michel’s waist under his jacket, gladly taking his weight as Michel backed him up against the wall with his entire body and pressed into him with his chest, his hips, one taut thigh wedged between Jude’s.
Michel angled his head and his tongue dove deeper into Jude’s mouth. His hips rocked and Jude could feel Michel’s cock was just as hard as his own. When Michel pulled back and then shifted so they rubbed together through their clothes, Jude had to break the kiss to catch his breath.
“Mon Dieu, I want to fuck you right here in the foyer,” Michel said.
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