[dropshadowbox align=”none” effect=”lifted-both” width=”450px” height=”” background_color=”#e0c0d7″ border_width=”3″ border_color=”#674ea7″ ]Book Blurb: He twirled a lock of my dark hair between his fingers, bringing the soft tendril to his nose as he drew in a deep breath. “Do I still smell like lemon cake?” I asked. My fingers wandered along the tight muscles on his arms, sliding underneath the sleeves of his light grey T-shirt. He suddenly crouched low and ran his nose along the length of my body—close and inviting. God, I loved it when he did that. Smelled me. What a strange thing to love about a man. The gesture felt erotic and the tiny hairs on my arms would stand up. With each inhale, his soft purr rumbled and […]