Friends, I’m working hard on Pressure Point and it’s about two-thirds done. I hope. Beta readers, that means I”m coming for you!
As promised, I’ve got a very unedited Pressure Point teaser for you. It’s subject to change and edits, of course.
Remember to add Pressure Point to your TBR. And now for your teaser….
“Teresa, that was the best Italian I’ve ever had.” I tell her with a wink.
“Bambino, I didn’t do any of the cooking. It was my Stella. She’s pretty talented, hm?” There’s a twinkle in Teresa’s eye, like she knows that her pretty daughter has caught my attention. I school my features neutral, but let my gaze drift over to Stella who is blushing sweetly as she zips her feet into heeled boots.
“It was nothing,” she murmurs.
That blush makes me want to kiss her ten times more than I did when I walked into the house an hour early. She’s got culinary skills, too?
I’ve got to push this beautiful girl out of my head. Fast. The damn universe must be against me today, because I don’t get a reprieve from Stella’s sweetness.
After Teresa kisses us all good bye with a flurry of Italian words I don’t understand, I herd the girls into the backseat of the SUV. Somehow Stella winds up wedged between Zoe and I. The gentle scent of her floral perfume warps around me, rendering me absolutely fucking useless on the short drive from her home to the Chicago Center. Several inches separate us on the bench seat, but if I were to shift just right…
Feigning nonchalance, I stretch my right leg so it rests against hers. Could it be my imagine or did she just suck in a breath? I wonder what it would be like to have her hair wrapped around my fist, her legs tangled with me while I…
Zoe’s voice is a surprise bucket of Gatorade tossed on your head after winning the Super Bowl. It gives me the jolt I need to stop fantasizing about her friend.