For my "By Degrees" Readers...

So I was tagged on Facebook by a friend to play the 7, 77 game. Basically I had to go to either page 7 or 77 of a manuscript I’m currently working on, count down 7 lines, then copy the next 7 lines to my status.

In order to keep things fresh (and not give too much away) I decided to post a few random lines instead of the instructed 7, 77, and also re-post it here because I realize some of my readers aren’t on Facebook.

I know you guys have been waiting a long time for the sequel to Six Degrees of Lust, and I appreciate your patience. It shouldn’t be long now, but in the meantime, here’s a little something :-)

Six Degrees of Separation
Chapter Seven
Excerpt

“Look, if you’re really havin’ issues with it we can always revise our deal, but it’s only been a couple of days, darlin’. You just have to get used to doing things whenever you feel like doing ‘em.”

“Only kids have that luxury.”

“You really think so?”

That low, raspy drawl never failed to make Sam hotter than hell. It meant Mac was about to say something naughty and he couldn’t wait to hear it.

“Uh-huh…”

He closed his eyes, and caressed his newly acquired tattoo through the fabric of his dress shirt. He could barely look at the “515” Celtic design in emerald green ink that was underneath, but he touched it constantly.

It rattled and soothed him at the same time.

It made him think he’d lost his mind.

“You didn’t sound like a kid to me the other night,” Mac said.

Sam shook his head, and tried to read the first page of the report one more time. When the little black letters wouldn’t stop dancing in front of his eyes, he closed it and put it on the side. “What are you talking about?”

“You had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.” Mac’s sexy, teasing tone was music to Sam’s ears. “You wanted to come, and went for it. You—”
“That’s differ—”

“…called and told me to pull over in the middle of I-10. Remember that? You gave me very specific instructions on how to touch myself until I was comin’ all over the steering wheel of my truck.” Mac took a deep breath, a sign that thinking about what had transpired turned him on as much as it did Sam. “You most definitely didn’t sound like a kid when you were comin’ yourself and telling me how badly you wanted to eat my—”

“Point taken, Mac.” Sam glared at the phone, but he couldn’t help his goofy grin, or the way his dick jumped at the memory. Having phone sex with Mac at three-thirty in the morning when his guy was on the way home from work had been erotic as all fuck.

And of course, his best friend had to choose that exact moment to come back to the office with their lunch, thus witnessing it all. Great. Now he’d have to deal with Logan’s opinion on what he’d just overheard.

“Like I said, spontaneity’s good for the soul.” Mac finished in that soft voice he used whenever he thought Sam was two words away from freaking out.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t know about the soul, but it sure as hell was good for my nuts.”