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Teaser “Tuesday”: Conquered by Cari Quinn (Undercover Lovers)

Continuing on from last week, we’ve got the third novella in Undercover Lovers being featured with an exclusive excerpt today. The author is Cari Quinn! No need for me to babble more, right? The book blurb is:

Who’s undercover?

Saffron Burton – Sensual food critic posing as just another customer
Tucker Lamb – Smooth as butter former conman posing as nerdy professor
Shane Madison – Dead sexy private eye posing as a Strippendale’s dancer
Katrina Killian – Brazenly sexual cop posing as a gang member

Four ultra-sexy stories by four great authors, with one theme!

Conquered by Cari Quinn — Serial monogamist, Emma Donegan, has never had a one night stand. But when she sees the sexy cop-stripper at a friend’s bachelorette party, she resolves to make her most risque fantasies come true.

Playing the part of a stripper is way out of private detective Shane Madison’s comfort zone, but the future of his business hangs on this one case. Too bad the incriminating evidence leads right to the irresistible brunette who keeps slipping tens into his g-string. He can’t let her distract him. Who knew it would be so hard…

    Emma shoved the nightstick inside her bag. How had this all spiraled so out of control? She’d approached him to apologize for feeling him up and instead of acting affronted, he’d seemed happy to see her.

  As if he’d been waiting. As if he’d even been looking for her.

Men like him didn’t look for women like her. Her hair wasn’t long and slinky and she didn’t wear sexy lingerie that dripped like liquid lace off her tits and ass.

She wore plain cotton. Today she’d chosen her white granny panties to go with her equally non-seductive white bra.

   “I don’t need to get laid,” she said it almost like a mantra, in the hopes of convincing herself.

   She’d been all for a wild night of sex, until this guy strutted off stage and shook his giant pleasure tool in her face. Becky’s potion still trickled through her veins, probably why arousal already dampened her thighs. That didn’t take into consideration the dark-fringed eyes that stared so perceptively into her own. She couldn’t see the color in the dark but she knew she’d never forget that stormy steel gray any more than she could forget the impressive cock she’d held for all of five seconds.

   She hadn’t held nearly enough of them in her twenty-nine years but his had to be an exemplary specimen of its kind. Firm, long, thick…an instrument he probably used to induce female ecstasy on a frequent basis.

   He stepped closer and threaded his fingers through her curls. She came scarily close to mewling. “Let’s try this again. Do you want to get laid?”

   “I don’t know you.”

   “Name’s Shane.”

   “Shane. That sounds like a stripper’s name. Not a cop’s.” She twisted her mouth into a smile. “Is that a stage name?”

   “No. It’s my real name. Thanks a lot, by the way.”

   “For what?”

   “For telling me my grandfather’s name fits a stripper.”

   “Oh. Oops.” Her smile widened. “If it makes you feel better, you’re not a very good one.”

   “Third night on the job.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t like to dance. Pay’s decent, though I’m always up for better pay. Not to mention easier, more fun ways to earn it.” The flex of his hips against hers elicited gasps from them both. “Christ, you’re soft.”

   That made her laugh. “Women usually are. Been a while?” She risked a glance at his massive hard-on now pressing against her belly. “Sucks, doesn’t it? Though I bet you could get laid every night if you wanted to.”

   “Only if the price is right,” he muttered, the words lacking conviction.

   “Price?” Even without much experience, she didn’t think that sounded kosher. “You’re not one of those gigolos, are you?” Then as a completely scandalous idea took hold, she waved her purse. “Do you take credit cards? I bet your pony would be worth a ride.”

   He yanked on one of her curls, drawing her head back until his face loomed disturbingly close to hers. The scent of mint gum wafted between them, reminding her she’d seen him chewing while he was dancing.

   Maybe he’d been nervous. Did strippers-slash-gigolos get nervous?

   “I’d do you for free,” he said softly. “But only twice.”

   Being willing to “do her for free” was hardly a compliment. Her face warmed anyway. “Why only twice? Tight schedule?”

   “The more you do something, the more likely you are to get addicted.” His callused fingers smoothed along the shell of her ear. “I don’t think you can afford me, princess.”

   He had to be kidding. Despite the whole stripping thing, Shane didn’t seem skanky. Clean cut, decently dressed, clear-eyed. No signs of drug use or anything nefarious. But he more than filled the requirements for one-night-stand material.

   Maybe serendipity–and her best friend’s big mouth–had dropped exactly what she’d been hoping for right in her lap. She probably shouldn’t be happy she’d accidentally imbibed Dr. Becky’s latest lab creation. But if it led to a night she’d never forget…

   “So…credit cards?” She met his gaze. “Do you take them or not?”

   He touched her mouth, just a skim of fingertips. She still shivered as if he’d dragged the edge of his teeth down her spine. “Maybe we should talk some more first.”

   “Talk,” she repeated. Sure, right. Didn’t that figure? Her entertainment for the night wanted to talk. He’d probably somehow discovered she had on granny panties. “You know, I’m really good in bed,” she added.

   His quick grin shot right to her nipples. “Thank you for the heads up.”

   “You took care of that all on your own, Stripper Shane.”

   His grin turned sheepish. “You’re cute,” he said as if that explained everything.

   “So are you,” she said, feeling bolder than she ever had before. Her inner wild woman was mere inches and layers of durable cotton away from letting loose.

   Watch out, world.

   “So you don’t have one night stands yet now you’re bragging how amazing you are in bed.”

    “I’m a contradiction wrapped in an enigma sandwiched in–”

   “I get the point.” He grinned again and glanced at his watch. “How do you feel about nachos?”

Multi-published author Cari Quinn wrote her first story – a bible parable – in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today. Cari’s genres of choice include contemporary, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, urban fantasy and paranormal. Recently she discovered erotic romance. Oh, how far she’s come.

Isn’t Cari super cute?! 😀 She wants to know  “have you ever gone undercover for love?” and maybe “ever fallen for someone you were sure was wrong for you only to realize how right they were?” And what I want to know is… how are you all liking these excerpts? Hm? And this whole birthday palooza-ness? … I guess I should write a post about that. Eventually.

Cari is also very generously offering a giveaway! She’s offering any book in her back list, including Insatiable or Undercover Lovers! So you know, do your thing and comment! Answer our questions!