Erratica

Here's an excerpt from my latest romance novel, Stranglers in Paradise.

"My deer," he said, the moonlight playing across his ayes, "I couldn't wait to see you again." He took her in his alms and lightly kissed her lisps. Then, just before releasing her, he slid his hand up her thy and under the edge of her red silt nightshirt. He reached around, cupped one of her checks and squeezed it hard. She squealed in delite.

Hot stuff, huh? Coming soon to a booksmeller near you!