What did you think? So, I finished chapter 11 and started chapter 12, the last chapter of Inventing the Abbotts. Yes, I'm sad to put Thorn and Ava to bed--(literally)--but Yancy is being a real heel and Mauve wants to kick is ever-loving a--.  The conflict is very clear with these two characters. I have a feeling when they do get together again that they'll blow a power generator. Think Buffy and Spike or  Mr. & Mrs. Smith.  Yep, Mauve and Yancy will definitely be the pair to watch in my Aztec Series....if you like tearing down the house type sex scenes.

Anyway, here is a scene from Saving Grace.

Set-up: Grace is fighting her new-found attaction to Cord, and her sister, Emily, isn't helping.

Grace waited until Cord left the shop, then relaxed for the first time in hours. The man made her a nervous wreck. She couldn’t think straight when he was around. His scent, his aura, drew her to him.
“So, how did you end up with Cord?” Emily’s hazel eyes were sparkling.
Grace could see her sister’s mind working. “It’s a long story. One I don’t wish to talk about,” she snapped.
“Come on. You walk in here with a male oozing masculinity and you don’t want to talk about it. Look at me. I have Goodyear written on my backside. Believe me, I’m not getting any. I want to hear about someone who is.”
Grace’s jaw dropped. This was her baby sister. How could she say something so crude? Even if she and Cord had shared such intimacy, she’d never tell her about it. It’s not like Emily had told her about her adventures between the sheets. Not that she’d want to hear about them.
“Nothing happened. Cord volunteered to be my bodyguard. Last night someone was watching me take a bath. Chicago P.D. thought it might be a good idea to have someone in the house, in case the guy came back. Cord just happened to show up and offered to do it.”
Her sister’s eyes narrowed. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. But Cord insisting on staying wasn’t my idea.”
Emily smirked. “I’ll just bet it wasn’t.”
Grace frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means, dear sister, he’s a man; you’re a woman. All alone in a big house. Do the math.”
Grace couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes at Emily. Her sister had the wildest imagination. Obviously, this pregnancy had diminished her capacity to think like a normal person. Sex on the brain, that’s what her sister had.
“Cord was Vincent’s partner, Emily. Nothing’s going to happen. Now, put your fantasies away and let’s price that jewelry we got in yesterday.”
“You’re no fun.” Emily shrugged and walked over to get the tag tool and checked to see if it was filled. “I just have to know one thing. Have you even looked at Cord Rawlings, Grace? I mean, the man is steaming hot. If I’d met him before Charlie, who knows whose baby I’d be carrying now.”
Grace was aghast at her sister’s comment. “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing. I have half a mind to tell Charlie,” she threatened. “I’m sure he wouldn’t be too happy about it.”
“Charlie isn’t an old stick in the mud like you. He’d probably agree with me.”
What had gone wrong in her sister’s brain? Cord, steaming hot? Okay, he was, but still. To think her husband would agree. “Oh, please. Just price the box of jewelry, okay?”
Grace rubbed the back of her neck. Emily could try the patience of a saint. Her sister didn’t have to remind her of how sexy Cord was. Hell, her body had been doing that all day. All she needed was for her sister to reiterate it. So much for a little relaxation.
Cord would be back from his errands in less than an hour, and she’d be just as frayed around the edges as before he’d left. Thanks to her sister, and her vivid imagery of Cord Rawlings and all his virile attributes -- and Emily hadn’t seen him without a shirt.

Have a great day--I'm off to finish Inventing the Abbotts.

Jerri