Thursday, January 24, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - Excerpts from NOT REALLY THE OUTDOOR TYPE!



Thirteen Excerpts from my sexy new release NOT REALLY THE OUTDOOR TYPE!


1.
As Kendall stood there beside the racks of fishing poles waiting for the girl to come back, she realized she was nervous about seeing Jason again. Would he recognize her? Heck, would he even remember her
 
Before she could speculate on an answer to either of those questions, the door opened and the girl came out, followed by a tall, well-built and even-better-looking-than-she had-remembered Jason Maxwell. One look into those gorgeous blue eyes and she felt like she was back in high school again. Jeans and a plaid shirt had never looked so damn sexy on a guy.


2.
Since then, he’d alternated between kicking himself for letting her get away and thanking God he’d been too chicken to ask her out back in high school. Because while being with her would have been beyond amazing, she would have broken his heart for sure the day she’d left Copper Canyon for the big city. And something told him you didn’t simply “get over” a woman like Kendall.

3.
After he’d shown her around in the back, he gave her a tour of the store, taking her through the different areas to familiarize her with each section. Though Kendall really did make an effort to pay attention to everything he said—especially since she didn’t know the first thing about most of the stuff—she spent more time listening to his sexy voice than focusing on what he was saying. His rough, husky timbre seemed to have established a direct connection with her erogenous zones. Sort of like a verbal vibrator. The more he talked, the more insistent the purring in her pussy became until she was sure she was going to have run to the restroom to play with herself.


4.
Kendall tried hard to focus on work the rest of the day, but that was easier said than done, especially after closing time. By then, the other employees had left for the day and it was just the two of them in the store. She tried not to let it, but her gaze kept straying to Jason as she filled the bins with more of the floaty red and white balls used for fishing. God, he looked hot even doing something as simple as standing at the counter going over the day’s receipt. Stifling a moan, she bent to pick up another handful of floaty things and inadvertently bumped into the metal rack, knocking the whole thing over. She instinctively reached out to grab it, but it fell anyway, hundreds of red and white balls rolling across the floor and going every which way.
 
Crap.
 
Hoping Jason hadn’t seen, she snuck a glance his way to find him glaring at her, his jaw tight. He slapped the pen he’d been using down on the counter. “That does it. I’ve had it!”
 
Her face coloring hotly, Kendall hastily bent down to start picking up the balls when she felt Jason grab her arm. She didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t for him to haul her to her feet and glower at her.
 
“You’re doing this deliberately, aren’t you?” he demanded.
 
She stared up at him, mouth open. “Wh-what? No!”
 
He lifted a brow. “No one could screw up this much unless they were doing it on purpose. What, is this is your way of trying to get back at me for something you think I did to you in high school?”
 
What the heck was he talking about? “You really need to get over yourself.  I barely even remember you from high school, much less anything you might have done.” She tried to yank free of his grip, but his hand only tightened on her arm. “Let go of me. Unless you don’t want me to pick up these stupid things.”
 
“Oh, you’re going to pick them up, all right,” he growled. “After we get something straight.”
 
Kendall frowned, about to ask him what he meant by that when Jason suddenly bent her over at the waist, his strong arm holding her in place.
 
She craned her neck to look at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
 
“Helping you focus on you work,” he ground out.
 
“Focus? What—?” she began, only to let out a startled little, “Oh!” of surprise when she felt him give her ass a hard smack. “What are you doing?”
 
“I told you,” he said, giving the seat of her tight jeans another smack, harder this time. “I’m helping you focus. Since you said you didn’t make all those mistakes on purpose, I have to assume that means you’re not paying attention to your job. Maybe a spanking will help you keep your mind on what you’re supposed to be doing.”
 
 
5.
If this wasn’t a date, why was she still standing in front of the mirror wondering if the silky camisole top she’d combined with a pair of low-waisted pair of jeans, platform sandals and dangling earrings was sexy enough?


6.
Kendall ran her tongue over her lips, torn between waiting for him to kiss her and grabbing him by the back of the head and planting one on him herself.
 
She was this close to giving in to the crazy urge when Jason slid his fingers beneath her chin and gently tilted her head up. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. When his mouth finally touched hers, she thought she might melt into a puddle right there on the front porch of the cabin. He tasted like coffee and a little bit like chocolate cake, only sweeter and more delicious.
 
She ran her hands up the front of his shirt to clutch his shoulders, moaning as the muscles flexed beneath her finger. When her lips parted, his tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking hers and tangling with it in a way that made her whole body tremble.
7.
Kendall eyed the tank of creepy creatures warily. The idea of venturing in there with nothing but a flimsy net for protection was almost enough to send her running out of the hothouse. But getting live bait for the customers was part of her job. Besides, how hard could it be? All she had to do was put the net in the tank and wait for the crickets to jump in.
 
Simple, right?
 
Taking a deep breath, she slowly inched the lid off the tank and carefully set it down on the table, then hesitantly peered inside. The creatures froze, their eyes trained on her. They seemed just as afraid of her as she was of them.
 
Not a chance.
 
Steeling herself, she thrust the net into the tank, only to jump back with a loud scream when a cricket jumped on her arm. Black and shiny, it had to be the biggest cricket she’d ever seen. Terrified, she slapped at it wildly with her free hand. The cricket bounded high in the air. She whirled around, trying to track the thing in case it attacked her again, but it was no use. She had no idea where it went. She only hoped it wasn’t on her
 
Shuddering at the thought, she turned back around. While trying to save herself from that psycho cricket, she’d dropped the net into the tank with the rest of them. Crap
 
8.
Jason lifted a brow, a smile threatening to break the seriousness of his expression. “Crickets attacked you?"
 
“Yes,” she insisted. “You should have seen it. They were all over me. In my hair. On my clothes.” She shivered just thinking about it. “I can’t believe it’s even legal to keep those things. They’re dangerous.”
 
He chuckled. “The only thing dangerous in there is you, honey. Believe me, those crickets are more afraid of you than you are of them.”
 
“I seriously doubt that.”
 
“You know, it probably would have been easier if you’d just used your hands instead of the net.”
 
Her eyes went wide. “My hands? You’ve got to be kidding me. They could have bitten me.”
 
“Crickets don’t bite, Kendall.” He jerked his head toward the hothouse. “Come on. I’ll show you how to catch them.”
 
Kendall blinked. He didn’t seriously expect her to go back in there with those things, did he? “No way. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not really the outdoor type. That means anything dealing with nature is off-limits.”
 
Jason shook his head. “You’ve been living in LA for way too long.”
 
“Yeah, well at least I don’t have to worry about crickets attacking me there.”
 
He snorted. “No. There, you just have to worry about people attacking you.”
 
She made a face. “Go take care of your stupid crickets. I’m going home.”
 
Kendall turned on her heel to storm off, only to trip over a plastic bucket beside the hothouse. It fell to the wooden dock with a thud, the contents inside spilling out all over her feet. This day just kept getting better and better.
 
Cursing, she shook her feet, trying to get the dirt off. That was when she realized there were slimy, wiggly things crawling around in it.
 
Kendall jumped back with a scream, frantically kicking her feet. While the dirt fell off easily, the squirming things living in it only clung to her skin. She backpedaled wildly, cringing as they squished under her sandals.
 
“Get them off me,” she shrieked.
 
Jason ignored her. Instead, he crouched down to hurriedly scoop up handfuls of the nasty little creatures and put them back in the bucket.
 
“Dammit, Kendall, you’re stepping on them. Just pick them up. They won’t hurt you.”
 
Kendall stared at him in disbelief. He wanted her to touch those disgusting squirmy things?
 
“Pick them up yourself!” she shot back.
 
Heedless of the worms crawling around underfoot, she started for the door when Jason caught her arm and spun her around.
 
“You didn’t learn anything from that spanking I gave you the other day, did you?” he growled.
 
Kendall gasped. He wouldn’t dare spank her again. But as he strode over to one of the benches alongside the building, she realized he intended to do just that.
 
“Jason, wait…”
 
The rest of what she was going to say came out in a whoosh of breath as he sat down on the bench and flung her over his knee.
9.
I can’t believe you spanked me again,” she said.
 
He got to his feet, a tower of rock-hard muscle that reminded her how easily it was for him to hold her down and redden her ass a minute ago. Her pussy quivered at the memory.
 
“And I’ll keep doing it until you do your job better,” he warned.
 
She lifted her chin. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore because I quit.”
 
Jason recoiled as if she’d slapped him. The stunned expression on his face floored her. He couldn’t really be surprised, could he?
 
Kendall didn’t know why she kept standing there. Was she waiting for an apology? Or hoping he’d beg her not to quit? Neither would make her change her mind.
 
10.
Jason swore as he watched Kendall go. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to spank her again, but between lying to a customer about being out of live bait and stepping on those damn nightcrawlers, he’d lost it. And now he’d lost her.
 
 
11.
She gulped her coffee, not caring that it was still too hot. God, she sounded stupid. Jason had spanked her not once, but twice because she’d done something he didn’t like. But he was also sweet and funny and gorgeous a sin. Not to mention one hell of a good kisser.
 
She groaned. No doubt about it, she was definitely making an appointment with a therapist when she got back to LA.
 
 
12.
How could she be a modern, independent woman and submissive at the same time? The two should be mutually exclusive, shouldn’t they?
 
 
13.
She toyed with the shoulder strap of her purse, waiting for him to continue. Unfortunately, Jason made no further attempt at conversation. Which meant it was up to her.
 
Kendall took a deep breath and plunged in. “That wasn’t the only reason I came back to work. I…I was worried about you.”
 
“Sheriff Atwater told me.”
 
She blushed. Crap. What had the man told Jason? “He probably thinks I’m an alarmist."
 
Jason’s mouth quirked. “An alarmist would have called in the National Guard.”
 
Kendall laughed. Why hadn’t she thought of that?
 
“You didn’t need to worry about me, you know,” Jason said. “I was fine.”
 
“But I didn’t know that then. I kept imagining all sorts of horrible things. If you knew how worried I was…"
 
He frowned. “Wait a minute. Did I miss something? Because the other night you couldn’t stand the sight of me.”
 
“I know, but you just spanked me and…” Did he know how hard he was making this? “I was mad at you, okay? But when you didn’t come back when you said you would and I thought something had happened to you, I realized how much I cared about you.”
 
Jason said nothing. Unfortunately, his expression gave nothing away, so she had no idea what he was thinking. Then again, maybe his silence was answer enough. Maybe he wasn’t as interested in her as she was in him.
 
Her eyes burned. Crap. Now, she was going to start crying. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come…”
 
She started for the door, but Jason caught her arm. He used his other hand to tilt her face up to his. What she saw in his eyes made her catch her breath.
 
“I’m glad you came.” His voice was a husky caress in her ear. “I’ve been driving myself crazy these past couple days trying to come up with something I could do or say that’d make you forgive me for spanking you. All I could come up with was the promise that I won’t do it again. Please tell me that’s enough.”
 
Kendall opened her mouth to tell him that his spankings were part of the reason she’d come to see him, but Jason kissed her before she could get the words out.
 
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9 comments:

Heather said...

Some fun excerpts, Paige! My T13

Paige Tyler said...

Heather - Thanks!

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Paige

Jennifer Leeland said...

Great excerpts Paige.

Paige Tyler said...

Jennifer - Thanks!

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Paige

Stephanie Sullivan said...

Great excerpts, Paige! I hope you get a ton of sales! Happy Thursday!

Paige Tyler said...

Stephanie - Thanks!

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Paige

Paige Tyler said...

Stephanie - Thanks!

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Paige

Heather Fowler said...

Yum yum! Sounds like fun! Thanks for sharing!

Paige Tyler said...

Heather - You're welcome! Thank you!

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Paige