Steamy excerpt and (NSFW) Art of characters from Chicks Dig the Accent!

Hi, Everyone!

To kick off July with a bang, pun intended, I thought I’d give you all a little Easter egg from Chicks Dig the Accent. I had two pieces of art work commissioned of Molly and Evan by the mega-talented Bianca Duarte. To celebrate the upcoming release of Chicks Dig the Accent, please enjoy the NSFW commissioned artwork after the cut below (I love it BTW, the artist captured Molly and Evan’s faces perfectly), as well as an exclusive steamy excerpt from the book. I will have the actual cover art from Loose Id soon, and Chicks Dig the Accent releases on August 23^rd, 2016. I’ll be running a $25 gift card giveaway, and going on an extensive blog tour with Bewitching Book Tours in August. At the Heart of the Stone will also be available at a discounted rate during my new release! Stay tuned for more information!

He was listening to a song on the radio as she got in, his long fingers drumming the steering wheel. He looked at her as she shut the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey. I’m gonna pay you back.” She buckled her seat belt.

“No need. Oh, I got you a chocolate bar at checkout. It’s in the bag. You dig the hazelnut ones, right?”

She glared at him. “Okay, are you trying to guilt trip me? Because I gotta tell you, it’s working.”

“Good.”

He gave her a smug grin and cranked up the volume as he drove them home. Molly gazed out the window. What in the hell was this? He sang at the club on a regular basis, but his band wasn’t so well-off that he’d just squander away over two-hundred dollars on her. How could he be so frivolous with money? She knew he paid his own bills and lived alone. Did he buy it to make some sort of stand as her lover? She sighed against the glass. Dinner time would be soon, and Nell should be home, unless she had a date she hadn’t mentioned. She needed girl talk.

Evan put the truck in Park when they pulled into the lot of the apartment complex, and without a word, he reached over and grabbed the back of her neck. He moved into her and crashed his lips down on hers. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but a strong wave of desire liquefied her insides. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and in the blink of an eye, everything faded but him. He fisted the back of her shirt and hauled her to him, and within a second, she straddled him. She rubbed against his hard cock through their clothes, and her breath came in little bursts as her body ignited.

She broke the kiss when he moved her hair over her shoulder. He went straight for her neck to where he’d left the love bite.

“This is mine.”

“Evan, um,” she closed her eyes as he peppered kisses along the side of her neck. His hand slid between her legs to massage her mound. “Ohh. W-what are we doing here?” But then she couldn’t speak. How did he even know where to find her clit through her pants? Did he chemically sense it or something, or was he that good? Who the hell knew anymore. She rocked into his touch, careful of the steering wheel at her back.

“Ivers? Shut up and kiss me.”

His hand squeezed her breast, and she felt two urges at once; to say the hell with it and ride him with a purpose—or to leave and go to her apartment and think like the sane, rational, smart woman she was! It took more internal cajoling before she ripped away from him. Damn, but his arms held her like sexy Velcro.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he mused as she got back in her seat.

Her gaze darted to the tent of his erection through his jeans. She pointed at him. “J-just keep those lips away from me for the rest of the night. I need to think, and I can’t when you’re there.” She opened the door and took the Barnes and Noble bag with her. “Yeah, I need to think.”

“Ivers? Your apartment’s the other way.” He pointed in the opposite direction.

She tried to flatten her tousled hair. “I knew that,” she said haughtily. On unsteady legs, she turned around and walked toward her apartment.

All the best,

Roxanne