Note: Each book is written to stand alone.

Beneath The Surface:

The fix is in, and even EJ Vega's telepathy can't save him from his matchmaking sisters once they decide he and Tabitha Lyons belong together.

Former Madison Avenue ad exec EJ Vega just landed a seven-figure advance from Renegade Publishing. Older sister Evelyn convinces him he needs a fashion makeover before he goes on his first national book tour and has just the person in mind to turn his wardrobe inside out. EJ, too late, recognizes the handiwork of his oldest, matchmaking sister Angela, and by the time he realizes what he's gotten himself into, a very hot and uptight personal shopper has invaded more than just his wardrobe; she's invaded his soul.

From a broken home and driven by past demons, Tabitha Lyons is the proprietor of flourishing Lyons Style, Inc. and knows success when she sees it. In EJ she sees not just success, but sexy and sin with a capital "S." She doesn't want to turn his wardrobe inside out as much as she knows EJ will turn her world upside down...

EXCERPT

Tabitha was proud of herself.

She had managed to not jump his bones all afternoon, and considering the level of lust that had been building up inside her from the time he’d tapped her shoulder until now, that was saying something. Just sitting here outside the fitting room, imagining his tall broad frame without any clothes on was driving her crazy.

Tabitha shifted in her big comfy velvet seat, crossing one thigh over the other just as the curtains rustled and Eric stepped out of the fitting room sporting a mint green dress shirt, purple silk tie and purple dress slacks.

He looked great. Okay, reality check. The man looked great in anything. He’d looked great in all seven suits he’d tried on at Macy’s though he’d only bought two. And he’d looked great in the several outfits he’d tried on here at Mikail’s boutique. Especially the dark gray polo shirt and gray pleated and cuffed chinos that flatteringly fell on his slim hips, hugged his hard butt just so, and displayed what looked to be an impressive package to its fullest advantage.

God, she wanted to touch him! She wanted to slide her hands under his clothes and fondle those firm muscles, feel them twitch beneath her fingers, feel his warm pliant skin beneath her palms and know that she affected him the way he affected her.

“You like?” Eric raised his arms from his sides, repeating the motions he had executed at least twenty times today, grinning as he did a 360 and stopped to face her.

Tabitha licked her lips, vagina moist and tense from just looking at him.

She more than liked. She loved, and if she had to sit idly by and watch this man take off and put on another outfit without showing her new true sensual colors, she’d scream. “I like.”
He glanced at himself in the mirror again, smoothing down the tie.

“I have to tell you, I didn’t think this green and purple would work, especially the pants, but now that I see it on me, I kind of dig it.”

“You dig it, Moon Beam?” She smiled, thought her earlier image of him at Woodstock hadn’t been too far off the mark.

“Yeah. I dig it.” He came closer, leaned down and before she could react, chastely pecked her on the nose.

Tabitha sputtered, stood and pushed him back towards the fitting room. “You’re wasting time, and you’ve got several more outfits to try on.”

He caught her wrist and pulled her into the room with him, laughing as she fell against his chest and he pulled the curtain closed behind them. “I’d rather try on you.”

“This is totally inappropriate, Eric.”

“Who says?”

“I do.”

He bent his head and captured her mouth with his.

Tabitha tilted her head, let him explore every warm moist crevice, his tongue brushing hers as she buried her hands in his hair, reveling in the silken texture and pulling him closer.

His hands glided over her body, from the back of her short flouncy skirt, to the front of her silk blouse in one fell swoop, heating up her skin through her clothes.

Tabitha pulled away, breathless, one hand firmly planted in the center of his chest. “We can’t do this. Not here.”

His blue eyes glinted as he leered. “Not here implies somewhere else. Have some place in mind? Preferably close. My loft is free.” He wiggled his eyebrows Groucho Marx style, dimples in full effect.

“That wasn’t what I meant and you know it.”

“What did you mean?”

“I mean, we can’t do this. At all.”

“Sure we can. All you have to do is let it happen.” He closed the space between them, reached for her, cupping a breast.

She gasped, not realizing he’d undone the top several buttons of her blouse and unlatched her bra until she glanced down and saw his hand against her naked copper tone flesh. “You’re fast,” she blurted.

“You have no idea.” He pressed her against the wall, lightly pinching and rolling an already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Tabitha moaned and Eric covered her mouth in a scorching kiss that sent her stomach spiraling in a pool of molten liquid draining straight out of her vagina.

“Is everything all right in there, sir?”

Eric dragged his mouth away from hers long enough to say,

“Everything’s fine!” He stared down at her, licking his lips like a hungry predator. “More than fine,” he murmured, making slow sensual circles with a forefinger around her right nipple.

Tabitha moved away and slapped at his hand. “You’re absolutely incorrigible.”

“Guilty as charged.”

She stopped herself from smiling. She didn’t want to encourage him, not that he needed much encouragement to be the total scoundrel that he was.

God, when he looked at her like that -- indigo eyes smoky and heavy-lidded, plainly proclaiming exactly what he wanted to do to her -- Tabitha wanted to give in, give him anything he wanted, do anything to please him.

She had to get away from him before she fell any deeper under his spell.

Tabitha moved to the opposite side of the cramped room (not nearly far enough) warily watching him, didn’t realize she was panting until she saw her breasts heaving from the corner of her eyes. She reached up to latch her bra and button her blouse with shaky hands under Eric’s glittering watchful gaze, couldn’t drag her eyes away from his. “You messed up my clothes.”

“I was actually trying to get them off.”

“You don’t stop, and you’ll mess up those clothes.” She pointed her chin at his outfit.

“If I’m going to buy them anyway, will it make a difference?”

“Yes it will. They’ll know what we were doing in here.”

He took a couple of steps towards her and before she knew it, he had her pinned against the wall again. “They already do,” Eric whispered.