Private Fantasies Sexy-licious Blurb...
Logan Delaney is tired of the same old, same old. Private Indulgence is just the place to find out what a makeover will do for her curves, her confidence--and the sex life she's always longed for. Tanner Grey is up for that--and the man is everything she's always wanted. He's determined to show her exactly how hot, wet, skin-to-skin passion can transform a woman...

Enticing Excerpt...
      “So you’re sweet and like to play dirty,” Logan said, fastening her seatbelt. “Anything else I should know, like do you have serial killer tendencies?”
      Tanner snorted to himself as he pulled out of the clinic parking lot and onto the resort’s service drive. She had the “he liked to play dirty part” right anyway. With her clothing soaked through all the way to her squishy underwear, he couldn’t think of much else but playing dirty.
      He shouldn’t have offered to give her a ride, but he owed her, both for fixing William and for not rubbing in what an easy fix it had been. She’d played it off like the problem wasn’t overt, but he was trained to note the details and he knew she’d seen the trouble nearly the instant she looked under his hood.
      Hell, he shouldn’t be thinking about her looking under his hood either. Or him pulling back hers so he could suck on her clit for a while.
      He groaned. Over two months he’d been celibate, waiting for the right woman to come along to share in meaningful sex with the potential to lead to a commitment of the marital kind. Less than an hour with Logan and he wanted to say to hell with his vow, stop the Jeep and screw her here and now.
      “Something wrong?” she asked.
      Tanner wasn’t about to risk looking at her rain-kissed face with her long, dark hair sexily disheveled all about it. He concentrated on adjusting the wiper setting. “I just remembered I left a report on my desk I wanted to read tonight. Nothing I can’t do in the morning.”
      Logan seemed to buy the lie because she didn’t say anything more until they reached the pier a couple minutes later. With a rapid, “Thanks,” she pushed open the passenger’s side door and jumped out of the Jeep like her seat was on fire. He climbed out just as fast, grabbing his umbrella from the floorboard between the seats and popping it open as he rounded to her side.
      She didn’t look impressed. “Let me guess, Shakespeare taught you chivalry isn’t dead?”
      “No, but the island directory taught me the pier’s twelve hundred feet long and your bungalow’s more than halfway down it.” He moved next to her, seeing they both got the best coverage from the umbrella as possible. It was a mammoth-sized golf umbrella, which meant he was closer than he needed to be, but she felt warm and smelled good and, since this was as intimate as things between them were going to get, he allowed himself to indulge. “I know you’re hungry, so let’s get moving.”
      Logan’s hip brushed against his outer thigh with every few steps. Tanner never realized what an arousing sensation such a subtle brush could be. His groin tightened reflexively. Silently damning his libido, he turned his attention on the handful of resort guests walking along and fishing off of the pier. An L-shaped breakwall created a channel between the sea and the shoreline, trapping the tide water that would otherwise crash over the pier and drench them far worse than the rain.
      “Have you walked a lot of women down this pier?” Logan asked when they’d nearly reached her bungalow.
      He glanced over at her. Was she suggesting he used the rain as an excuse to get inside her place and put the moves on her? Her expression didn’t give anything away. “A few.”
      “Been inside the bungalows much?”
      He looked over again. Still no expression and her voice was equally impassive. “I’ve stayed in them before.”
      “Then you know how to get the bed out of the wall?”
      Tanner almost laughed with his relief. The odds she would want his help lowering her bed stopped him. He could be a good boy and resist temptation. Though, sticking that temptation by a bed, when her clothes were dripping wet and just asking to be stripped off, was pushing it. “They can be a bear to work. There’s a lever hidden in the side of the mattress. You have to unzip the mattress cover to get to it.”
      Logan didn’t speak again until they reached her bungalow. Unlocking the door, she moved just inside and turned back to smile. “Thanks for the umbrella. It was very gallant of you.”
      “Want me to be extra gallant and show you how to go down in your bed?” Or stick my tongue in your pussy and have a little pre-dinner snack?
      Christ, what was wrong with his mouth today? It was like her presence alone knocked a good 40 points off his IQ. Turned him into a bumbling idiot whose only thoughts were of sex, sex, Logan and more sex.
      Surprise flickered across her face. Or was that interest? Whatever it was, she grabbed hold of his shirtfront and yanked him inside, umbrella and all. The umbrella was too big for the doorframe and the spokes caught, sending it flying back outside and Tanner hard up against her warm, wet body.
      He grabbed hold of her arms out of instinct, and then all he could do was stand and stare down at her.
      She had a petite build, but her height was on the average side. Her lips slightly parted and not all that far from his own. Full and glistening and letting out sexy little puffs of hot air, they more than made up for her chest. Not that he had a problem with her small breasts. His cock was hard from the mere thought of taking them back into his hands and pinching her big, dusky nipples the way she loved...