Beth Williamson’s Blog

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow!! I feel like the countdown for a NASA mission! LOL! Really though I’m so excited to have The Gift release tomorrow. Trevor’s story was fun, sexy, and satisfying to write. I really liked Trevor in The Treasure and I knew he had to have his own happy ever after.

Please join me today at the Samhain Cafe as I and my fellow release day authors have a fun list day to celebrate! I’m joining Lauren Dane, Sara Reinke, Diane Craver, Jenn Andrus, Kai Anderson, and Silvia Violet for fun all day long. Look for me between 7 and 9 pm EST.

Day four’s winner of the fabulous set of playing cards is Tehya!

Congrats Tehya! E-mail me your snail mail addy and I’ll get your goody out to you!

Keep on posting everyone! Every post gets your name entered in the drawing. Today’s lucky winner gets a print copy of choice from The Bounty, The Prize, The Reward, OR The Treasure!

For the last day of the contest, I thought I’d give a little peek into how Trevor and Adelaide are finding that together is better than apart.

Excerpt:

As Adelaide walked toward the kitchen for lunch, she wondered if perhaps Marybeth had a grain of truth in what she said. Adelaide’s heart might not be at risk, but her peace of mind was.

Dammit all, somehow she’d gotten herself involved with a man, regardless of her intentions not to.

She opened the door in time to see Dustin coming back inside laughing. His wide face didn’t normally look so entertained, so she knew it had to do with Trevor.

“What did you do to him?” she asked with one eyebrow raised.

He pressed a hand to his chest. “Me? I helped that pretty boy move the outhouse. He was too little to do it himself.” That sent Dustin off into a guffaw of laughter that made him clutch his stomach.

Adelaide shook her head and pushed past Dustin. “You can be such an ass sometimes.”

Wrenching open the back door, Adelaide prepared herself to find Trevor in trouble. She didn’t expect to find him shirtless, shoveling dirt into the old outhouse hole. She also didn’t expect to have the sight of him half-naked, sweaty and covered with dirt to kick her like a gun recoil.

Holy Mary.

Trevor always joined her in the darkness or semi-darkness. She’d never seen him in broad daylight without his clothes. Her body tightened in arousal as his muscles bunched and moved like a symphony of man. Little rivers of sweat snaked their way down his back into the waistband of his trousers. Her nipples puckered and her hands clenched, wanting, no, needing to touch him. To be touched by him. To lick and explore all that magnificent bronzed flesh.

Adelaide stepped outside, unable to stop herself from reaching for him. Until the shovel almost whacked her on the head. It was as if someone threw a bucket of ice water on her. She’d been in a trance and probably would have grabbed him like a hussy if the shovel hadn’t intervened. Or rather, if he hadn’t brought the shovel back far enough to nearly hit her.

Walking on her toes, she slipped back into the house. Thank God he hadn’t seen her.

Marybeth frowned and shook her finger. Adelaide frowned back, snatched an apple from the table and stomped out of the kitchen. Her appetite had vanished and been replaced by confused arousal.

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Trevor tossed the shovel toward the back of the saloon with a self-satisfied grunt. Finally. He was sure as hell damn well done with it. Thank God. His stomach was touching his backbone and a big fat lunch sounded perfect. Of course, he thought sourly, Marybeth would make him wash. Better finish up so he could get a sandwich and a beer.

He stepped all over the hole he’d just filled in to make sure the dirt was packed down tightly. At least the smell was better with the dirt over it. However, his nose hadn’t recovered yet. No wonder Adelaide didn’t want her patrons pissing in her private privy. God knows what it would look like after they got through with it.

Sweat poured down his body, pooling in the waistband of his trousers and making him itch. What he really needed was a bath, a nice cool one in clean water. Preferably with soap. He picked up his shirt and wiped his face with it, then swiped under his arms. It had to go in the wash anyway, might as well make use of it.

When he turned around, the smell of shit dissipated and he thought he caught a whiff of Adelaide’s unique scent. Probably making sure he was working—he owed her a nice sweaty hug. Grinning, he headed toward the building and stepped inside.

“Oh, no you don’t, Mr. Dirt. Take your filthy self back outside,” Marybeth ordered the second his feet hit the floor.

“Give me two minutes, Marybeth. I need to give Miss Adelaide something.” Despite the squawking, Trevor kept on walking, intent on reaching her. She who sent him out to dig a shithouse hole on a Sunday morning.

He saw Adelaide’s back as she disappeared into her office. Trevor broke into a run and caught up to her in seconds. She gasped as he grabbed her arm and pulled her flush against his sweaty, filthy body.

“Good afternoon, Red. I thought I’d show you what you’re paying for.” He shifted up and down and back and forth, really rubbing his salty wetness into her nice clean clothes.

“Get off me, Malloy! Ugh, you are disgusting. And that smell? Is that just you or the new privy?” She pushed at him, but he didn’t let loose. He was enjoying feeling her squirm, and making her pay for sending him to the shitter.

“Am I dirty, lover?” He licked her earlobe, then sucked it with a nibble to boot.

“Beyond dirty. Now let me go before I get sick all over you.” She inhaled sharply when he blew in the delicate pink shell of her ear.

“Are you sure you want me to let go?” he whispered.

“Yesssss. I mean…you need a bath.” She inhaled then coughed. “Really, really need a bath.”

“Are you going to give me one?” The very thought of Adelaide washing him was enough to make him rock hard. Her long-fingered hands soaping him up, washing every nook and cranny, touching, caressing. The more he imagined, the more he decided it was an excellent idea.

“Me give you a bath? What do you think this is, a whorehouse?” Her words implied an insult, but her tone said otherwise.

“Mmmm, no, but it is a woman’s house.” He nuzzled her neck and sucked at the skin near her collarbone. “Please, honey.”

“I s-suppose…it will definitely make you cleaner. The stench is making my eyes water.”
Trevor’s hand crept down to cup her mound. “Your eyes are not the only thing that’s wet. So hot, so ready.”

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders. And damn, she had sharp nails. Nearly broke the skin.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Adelaide liked to order. She pushed against his shoulder and he let her free. After she walked away from him, Trevor stood for a moment catching his breath. She turned and looked at him, her eyes intense, and cocked one eyebrow.

Shaking his head, Trevor followed like the obedient puppy he was. Holy hell, how did she get him so wrapped around her finger? She told him he stunk and he got a hard-on. Who knew he had such a weakness for bossy women?

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