Please welcome Kathy Lyon who brings us
One Night in the Spa and a
GIVEWAY!!
One Night in
the Spa
Kathy Lyons
Publisher:
Entangled: Ever After
August 26,
2013
Print
Length: 74 pages
ASIN:
B00EGJE2WS
Book
Description:
What starts
out as a simple massage treatment for spa manager David’s best friend Kim,
turns into a night of seduction and sexual discovery.
Always
relegated to the friend zone, David is determined to show Kim what she’s been
missing…one erogenous zone at a time. Sure, their friendship is on the line.
And sure, David’s hiding a motive larger than either him or Kim. But the second
his hands touch her smooth skin, he just doesn’t care anymore.
Kim’s been
so focused on the loss of her sports career that she’s had no time for romance
or sex. But her response to David can’t be denied. Is it just that her body’s
been missing out, or could her heart be involved too?
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ONE NIGHT IN THE SPA – by Kathy
Lyons – Excerpt
Chapter
One
“So I’m trying to bulk up, but
without…”
Kim
Castillo tried not to strangle her client. He was a middle-aged bodybuilder, a
man who’d spent thousands on personal training, and who was currently doing
nothing more than asking her advice. It wasn’t his fault that she felt as
though she was about to crawl out of her own skin. He was droning on about different
supplements, shifting into poses to show off his progress.
Can
you say midlife crisis? He was a jerk, but he paid well, and damn it, she
couldn’t stop looking. Not just at his impressive pectorals, but at the guy
doing squats a few feet away. There was an adolescent in the corner who had
really nice calf muscles, and even the old guy near the cardio machines had
broad shoulders. Old, young, athlete, or not—if the body was male, she was
looking. And that made her absolutely insane.
That
was her. Miss Ogle-the-Weight-Lifters.
It’s
a medical condition, she reminded herself. There were fancy words for it, even
a chart with hormone levels and the like, but it all boiled down to two words:
super horny. Yup. That was her: twenty-four years old and suddenly a female
horndog.
She ground her back teeth, trying
to force herself to focus on her client. Besides, there was nothing new out
there for her to see. She was no stranger to the male form. She’d practically
grown up in various gyms around Chicagoland, she’d aced all her anatomy
classes, and then she’d become a personal trainer while building a pro
racquetball career. She knew bodies—male and female. And yet for some reason,
completely out of the blue, she abruptly couldn’t stop staring at them.
“Kim?
Kim, what do you think? Can you see a difference?” Frank Johnson struck another
bodybuilder pose, flexing his pecs and bunching his abs. At some point, he’d
pulled off his shirt just so he could show off for her. And damn it, he was
impressive for a middle-aged guy with a wife, a mortgage, and three kids.
“Very
nice,” she said, unable to keep the throaty purr from her voice. Where the hell
had that come from? “But you need to put on your shirt. We’ve got a policy on
that, and I am the manager here.”
“Oh.
Right,” he said as he took his time getting dressed again. “Um, hey, I know you
have brochures and stuff on the supplements the club recommends. Do you mind if
we go grab a few?”
She
blinked. “No problem. I’m sure Danni can—”
“But
I want to go over them with you.” He flashed her a charming smile. “Do you
mind? I’d really appreciate it.”
She
blinked. It was against the rules to take a member upstairs to the office
suite. The club was open until eleven, but the office suite closed at seven and
it was now after nine. As manager here, she had to stick to the rules. “Tell
you what, I’ll grab what we have and bring them down while you shower.”
He
rubbed a hand over his head and looked rather charming, with the way his pecs
bunched as he did it. “Come on, Kim. You’ve known me for years. I just want to
talk to you about them.”
She looked at Frank, feeling
jittery and lustful all at once. God, she was sick. She just wanted to get home
so she could climb the walls there. But then her business mind kicked in. Yes,
Frank was a jerk, but one who paid very well. And—bonus—if she made nice with
him now, she could probably get him to sign up for the elite training and
sports massage package. Sales were sluggish; her job here at John’s Fitness
depended on that promotion going well. And all of that—the forms and the
brochures—were upstairs.
“We
just have to make it quick,” she said with a smile. “Follow me.” She breathed a
sigh of relief as they left the main weight room. Her eyes had been roving so
much, she’d given herself a headache.
Frank
kept talking as she led him up the stairs. Kim tuned him out, her mind already
churning over ways to blow off steam. Maybe a sauna. Her knee injury meant she
couldn’t exercise except for yoga, and frankly, turning herself into a pretzel
hadn’t worked for her.
She
unlocked the door to the office suite, flipping on the light as she went to the
bank of filing cabinets. Beyond her were the offices—hers included—completely
dark at this late hour. Frank was following a step behind her, gabbing all the
way. But at his first pause for breath, she went into her sales pitch.
“You
know about the spa attached to the club, right? Pamper Me Spa. Have you thought
about our new fitness massage package? It’s perfect for elite athletes like— Ump!”
Suddenly,
Frank had shoved her up against the filing cabinet so hard the breath was
knocked from her lungs. Then before she could do more than gasp, he had
flattened himself along her back. His hands turned into tentacles, groping her
everywhere while his erection started shoving rhythmically against her butt.
She
couldn’t believe how fast it happened. One second, elite athletics, the
next—pinned. “Frank! Stop!”
“Yeah,
baby, show me how you like it,” he groaned in her ear.
WTF?
Fury pounded in her ears, and she started to move on reflex. She slammed
backward with her elbow and stomped hard with one foot. But she was flattened,
and worse, he had about a hundred pounds on her. She had little leverage and he
was just too damned big.
She
was just gathering breath for a really good scream when suddenly, the bastard
was off her. She barely registered an umph of sound before she was staggering
backward, abruptly free of the asshole.
She
stumbled then caught herself, her knee suddenly blossoming in pain. She ignored
it. Spinning around, she watched in stunned surprise as…
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About the
Author:
Kathy Lyons writes
light, funny, sexy stories for Harlequin Blaze.
She loves the faster pace of category books and that her humor can shine
through.
She leaves
the dark, tortured love stories to her alter ego, USA TODAY bestselling author
Jade Lee.
Visit them
both on the web at www.kathylyons.com or www.jadeleeauthor.com
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