Today’s snippet is from Doing Logan. Meredith’s ex really has no shame.

Logan Foster was a man of action. If he wanted something, he went after it. Simple. Except for one thing. Meredith Wainright. Where she was concerned, his courage disappeared completely. For over twenty years she’d had him tied in knots and unable to be his usual assertive self. He’d be putty in her hands if she ever decided to touch him. His cock throbbed, he’d grown hard from the moment she arrived and the thought of her hands wrapped around his length had him aching with need.

Watching her from across the room, Logan couldn’t help but feel pride in the way she held her head high. He’d been pissed off at their host when he’d discovered the man had invited Dirk and his new trophy wife to the party. He doubted Meredith had known and when their hostess had dragged her husband off to a corner for a little private discussion, Logan could only conclude that he’d also neglected to tell his wife the weasel was coming. He wasn’t sure who he wanted to punch more. Their host or Dirk for putting Meredith in such a difficult position.

The man had barely waited for the ink to dry on their divorce and now he was parading the new Mrs. Wainright under the nose of the one he’d spent years betraying. Logan could kick himself for never telling Meredith what he knew about Dirk’s indiscretions. His only excuse was the fact he’d known it would hurt her and the last thing he ever wanted to inflict on Meredith was pain. He’d been a coward. The thought that she might shoot the messenger had stopped him from doing what was right by the woman he’d been in love with for most of his life.

He sighed. Nothing else, no one else, had the power to bring him to his knees like Meredith. They’d grown up together. He’d even been the idiot to introduce her to her ex-husband. And hadn’t he rued that day for most of his adult life. Why Logan had never tried to cross the line of friend to lover with Meredith in their long history was beyond him. The woman just scrambled his brains.

She stood talking to their hostess, the two of them smiling and laughing as though there was nothing wrong with Dirk and Barbie being here. Logan had to hand it to her, she had every right to be angry and upset but instead she acted like she didn’t know they existed. If he wasn’t mistaken, Meredith’s lack of reaction was beginning to get up the new Mrs. Wainright’s nose.

Sure enough, Barbie made her way over to where Meredith stood. He quickly glanced at Dirk to see the other man wearing an amused smirk. Logan had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and before he thought about it, he headed toward Meredith. In seconds he was by her side but he need not have rushed, she had it all under control.

“I don’t know why you have to be such a bitch. I won Dirk and there’s nothing you can do about it so leave us alone.” Barbie’s shrill voice was a little too loud.

“I’m not sure why you think you won. Dirk isn’t a prize catch. In fact, I think he’s on par with the ones fishermen throw back.” Meredith turned to face him, a genuine smile on her lips unlike the fake one she’d just had plastered to her face. “Logan.”

She enveloped him in a hug, her scent and warmth surrounding him. He couldn’t help it, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body flush against his. The erection confined in his pants pulsed at the contact of her soft curves to his hard muscles. He breathed in deep and the smell of her filled his lungs—teased his senses. They held on a little too long, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to care what others might think.

With a final squeeze, she let go and stepped back. The emotions swirling in her brown eyes made his breath catch and his heart skip a beat. All too quickly she blinked and the look was gone but he could swear he’d seen arousal mixed with fear and determination. Logan also saw the fine tremor in her smile as she turned back to their hostess. In a protective instinct he couldn’t curb, he placed his hand on her lower back.

“No one told me you two were an item.”

The angry words came from Logan’s left. Although Meredith didn’t visibly move, he felt her spine stiffen beneath his fingers as he turned to find Dirk had joined them.

“I’m not sure that it’s any of your business, Dirk,” Logan said through gritted teeth.

As usual, the man proved to be the ass he was and ignored the warning in Logan’s voice.

“Of course it’s my business. She’s my wife.”

The gasp from Barbie had heads turning all around them. At first Logan thought Meredith was going to cry, but then he realized she was trying very hard not to laugh. He was more than glad she saw the funny side of it because he would have had to punch Dirk if he’d brought her to tears in front of everyone. Before anyone else uttered a word Barbie’s hand connected with Dirk’s cheek and as all conversation stopped the slap echoed off the walls, followed by the click-clack of stiletto heels on tile as Barbie stormed from the room.

“I do believe there’s a piece of paper and a second wife who might argue that statement, Dirk.” Their hostess’s voice rang with censure. “That would be the wife who just stormed out of here. I think you better go find her and take her home.”

The rest of Dirk’s face turned as red as the handprint gracing one cheek. Dirk aimed his angry gaze at Meredith. “This isn’t over.” He spun on his heel and followed Barbie’s path.

You can find all the details and another excerpt for Doing Logan HERE!

The list of this weeks participating authors:
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker>
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane

Don’t you just have that song playing in your head now? I guess this weeks theme calls for a snippet with more than one man. Enjoy.

Miki was so engrossed in the sexy encounter taking place across the room that the noise of the party faded to nothing. Try as she might, she couldn’t pull her gaze from the unintentional tableau. Not until her view was blocked. Two guys stepped in front of her, caging her against the wall.
“If it isn’t little Mikaila Drummond.” The deep voice skittered over her skin and she shivered as goose bumps broke out in its wake.
“Yeah, but she isn’t so little anymore.” The second voice was just as deep but slightly rougher. Both conjured images of late nights, tangled sheets and sweaty bodies.
Jeez, of all the times for her libido to wake up.
Mikaila stared at the chest before her. The tight black shirt clung to the muscles concealed beneath like a second skin. Her hands tingled with the urge to reach up and touch, lay her palms flat against that hard surface. She raised her gaze. Slowly. Each new inch she saw made her mouth drier. Oh man. Smooth tan skin took up were black cloth stopped and broad shoulders stretched past her peripheral vision. Miki swallowed. Blood rushed through her veins as her heart sped up. Heat radiated out from the two bodies now crowded around her, sending her temperature higher.
Arousal burst out and flooded every part of her. Need and desire that had been missing in recent years were set free in an explosion of tingling sensation. Miki took a breath, tried to slow her pulse but only succeeded in filling her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh. Her body softened, her knees shook and she struggled to form a coherent thought.
“I think seeing us has rendered her speechless. That’s something I never thought would happen.”
A memory niggled at her mind, but Miki couldn’t place the voice and she still hadn’t managed to look at either of their faces. Her gaze had snagged on those amazing shoulders and gone no farther.
Masculine laughter that vibrated along every nerve had Miki’s insides clenching. Jeez, could she be any more affected? A shiver skittered down her spine when Mr. Black-shirt placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. She met a pair of startlingly blue eyes. Filled with mischief and a spark of heat, they reminded her of summer. That illusive niggle of memory flitted across her mind but refused to solidified.
“Are we that forgettable, Miki?” He feigned a hurt look that made Miki want to giggle. “Surely not.”
Both men stepped closer, their warm bodies pressing into her. Mikaila turned her head to look at the second man. Green eyes sparkled, the cool colour calming, but nothing could hush the gasp that left her throat or soothe the shock blooming inside her when she finally placed her companions.
Grant Rogers and Dayne Pearce.
Oh crap. Her biggest teenage crush came back to slap her in the face. And she did mean crush. Singular. The boys had always made her feel outrageous things when they were in high school, but she’d never acted on any of her feelings because she couldn’t pick one over the other. And then the summer they’d all turned eighteen she’d discovered the one thing to make her keep her distance above all else. They didn’t want her to pick just one of them. As much as the idea of being with both of them thrilled and intrigued, it scared the pants off her more, and she’d walked away. Fast.
Miki closed her eyes and fought to pull herself together. She wouldn’t allow those old emotions to tempt her. Wouldn’t let herself fall for their charms no matter how appealing they were or how much she’d regretted not taking the chance when she’d had no real clue what it was they offered.
“The penny drops.” Warm air filled her ear and brushed her neck as Dayne spoke.
“I think you’re right, Dayne.” The fingers under her chin trailed up to trace her lips, a light brush of flesh that sent sensations flooding through her. “Aren’t you going to say hello, Miki?”

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The list of authors participating this week:-
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Lissa Matthews
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Shelli Stevens
Zoë Archer
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane