A special early peek at what Lori King has been working on!
Sunnyside Up releases on January 26, but you can download the first book in the Crawley Creek Series, Beginnings right now for FREE on all e-retailers.
Crawley Creek 3.5
Coming January 26One problem after another forced Lacy and Drannon into a humorous wedding in Las Vegas. While they were saying "I Do", their ranch in North Dakota was inundated by flood waters. Now that they are back home at Crawley Creek, Drannon wants to give Lacy the reception she dreamed of.
However, good intentions never go unpunished as their happy day is beset by issues. All the residents of Crawley Creek are praying things turn sunny side up in time for the wedding of the decade.
The sensation that she was being watched prickled over her skin and she lifted her eyes to find her husband staring at her hungrily from the doorway. “Hey baby, what’s the serious look for?” He asked gruffly, making her belly quiver just by licking his lips.
“Uh, nothing too important. Did you finish up everything you needed to?” Her voice came out breathy and husky with the desire rolling through her veins.
He nodded, and moved further into the room, pushing the door shut behind him. “Lolly looks good, and the hands have everything under control for the next couple of days.”
“That’s good. When should we expect Lolly’s new baby?” she asked, rising from her chair in anticipation. She couldn’t care less about the pregnant mare right now, but this was part of the game of seduction between them. She enjoyed the pursuit. The feeling of his need for her when he pushed her into an intimate situation in an inappropriate place.
“Six more weeks.” His response barely registered as he reached for her and slid his hands up to release her long red hair from its braid, weaving his fingers through the long locks to separate them before fisting his hands in them and pulling her head back to kiss her deeply.
She loved the way he took the kiss from her, not asking, not teasing, just taking what he needed and giving her back what she wanted. It set off explosions in her brain and her core heated quickly.
Rubbing against him like a cat, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from his belt, and pushing her hands underneath to reach his bare chest. Years of hard ranch work had etched muscles like granite into his body, and she paid homage to each one with a caress or squeeze. At the same time he ran his own hands from her scalp to her ass, stealing squeezes and strokes of his own.
Parting with a gasp for air, she moaned when he nipped her earlobe. “We have to leave in an hour,” she murmured.
“I only need half that,” he growled against her ear, spinning her and pinning her to the top of the desk, her laptop closing with a sharp click.
About Lori King
Best-selling author, Lori King, is also a full-time wife and mother of three boys. Although she rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits; at heart she is a hopeless romantic.