Monday, February 28, 2011
Tempting Tenealle: two men, a woman, attempted murder, a ghost, and a lot of cousins
"Tempting Tenealle" is my newest two men/one woman romance, with touches of the paranormal, out now.
“Tempting Tenealle” blurb:
Continuously overwhelmed by an unending inundation of visiting cousins, Tenealle decides the only solution is to buy a bigger apartment. Evan’s selling an apartment that is perfect for her. In fact, Evan and his partner, Faris, are perfect for her. How can she concentrate on renovating an apartment when she’d much rather be in their bedroom?
Evan has inherited his Great Aunt Enid’s apartment and doesn’t want to refurbish it, so is looking for a quick sale, even though his partner, Faris, can see its potential. They both see enormous potential in a relationship with the totally delicious Tenealle, despite her myriad cousins, too. But which cousin tried to harm her. And why? And what is the story about the fountain?
Tempting Tenealle: Story Excerpt.
By the time Faris reached the office, Evan had opened the door and was standing, dumbstruck, in front of the most gorgeous woman Faris had ever seen. She was tall for a woman, about five-eight, with a lush, curvaceous body, huggable hips, suckable breasts, and sparkling chocolate eyes. And, holy hell! Red hair. Goddamn it, she was everything Evan had asked for, and more, wrapped up in the most enticing package Faris had ever seen.
His cock woke, stretched, and damn near burst out of his pants at his first sight of her. He was hard enough to pound nails, ready to push her up against the nearest wall and fuck her, and he hadn’t even spoken a single word to her yet! Where the hell had that come from?
Noticing that Evan seemed totally incapable of social niceties due to shock, he punched the other man on the arm, then held out his hand. “I’m Faris Barker, Evan Schmidt’s partner. I’m guessing you’re Tenealle Jones. Great to meet you, Ms. Jones.”
“Please call me Tenealle. I see what you mean by ‘needs some care,’ but I like the proportions of this room.”
Evan still seemed to be totally gobsmacked, so Faris explained. “Evan’s great-aunt Enid has lived here for a very long time. Originally she and her husband ran an accounting business out of these few rooms and lived in the rear apartment. There’s a small bathroom through here.”
Faris opened the door, and Tenealle walked through. He tried to see the room through Tenealle’s eyes. It had a toilet, shower, and sink and hadn’t been used much for some years. The ceramic ware was a little stained, but it might scrub up okay. Or maybe she’d want to replace it with a dual-flush model. If it was up to him, he’d retile the room in sunny yellow and cool blues.
Evan had pulled himself together now and began describing the apartment’s amenities—security, privacy, a well-run building in a reasonable neighborhood. Then he showed Tenealle the smaller internal office. She pulled out a notepad and sketched the rooms, marking in electrical outlets and built-in cupboards.
“What about Internet access?” Tenealle asked.
“No worries there. Great-Aunt Enid was quite computer savvy, and she had cable TV. Whatever you want should be good.”
The scrumptious redhead paced around the two rooms and made some more notes, then followed Evan down the hallway to the living area of the apartment.
“Both these doors have secure locks on them, so no one can get into the apartment without keys while you’re in the office,” pointed out Evan as he opened the apartment door, then waved back toward the door from the office area.
“This hallway runs the length of the interior courtyard and garden, which is only accessible from the apartment.”
“The office has no external windows for security’s sake,” added Faris, “but there’s lots of natural light in the apartment.”
“I like that it’s secure, but I’m not a wimp. I’ve been living on my own for ten years now,” said Tenealle. Then she muttered something that sounded like, “Apart from when a bazillion cousins descend on me.”
A bazillion cousins? What the hell? Could a person, especially someone as delicious as Tenealle Jones, even have a bazillion cousins? How many was a bazillion anyway? I must have misheard her.
Evan walked Tenealle through the apartment’s two bedrooms, the large bathroom between them, a comfortable kitchen with dining area, and the spacious living room opening out into the garden courtyard.
Tenealle wrote page after page of notes in her little notebook, paced out room sizes, checked for cupboards and electrical outlets—what was her hang-up with them?—then strolled around the garden.
Faris trailed behind them, noticing the way her delicious ass flexed as she moved, how her lush hips swayed, and the way she smiled at him and Evan whenever they caught her gaze. She smiled with her whole face, not just her eyes, and it lit up with pleasure and happiness.
Damn, but she’s hot. Hotter than hot. Hotter than hell. Oh, how I’d love to get inside her pants. I wonder if she’s wearing panties? There’s no visible panty line, and those jeans are welded to her skin in all the right places. Damn. Gotta get my mind off her ass before my dick breaks my zipper.
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