FREE Erotic Novella – Book 1 in TIED WITH A BOW Series Climbing the ranks on Amazon! She opened her door. There, on her desk, were two vases of flowers. Lilies. He knew how much she loved them. He never sent roses. Roses were what every guy sent, but Jack was the most thoughtful man. He’d discovered her favorite flowers were calla lilies and ever since, that’s what he bought her. But these… there were all different kinds of lilies. There were the callas she loved—a soft pink color—but also tiger lilies and day lilies and a few others she recognized but didn’t know the names of. She called him. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.” “Just like you.” “Thanks, sweetheart.” He could still get her all flustered. Still make her blush. Which was utterly surprising given all they’d done today. “But you might want to call the florist. They goofed.” “They did?” His lawyer voice crept in. “Yup. They sent two arrangements. Make sure they don’t charge you double.” “Hearing you so happy is worth double, Deb.” “You spoil me.” “I do. And I’m not complaining. Are you?” “No way.” “Good. Let me finish with this brief so I can get the hell out of here and come home to you. You can show me the proper amount of gratitude then.” “I fully intend to.” “Oh, hey, one more thing.” She didn’t know if she could take one more thing. “What?” “David called. He’s passing through on his way to Nepal for a six-month assignment.” Deb smiled; David was Jack’s best friend, one they didn’t see nearly often enough. “Is he planning to stop by the house?” “I told him we’d work him in, but that today was your birthday and we had plans.” Deb slumped back in her chair, needing to fan herself. The idea of working David in… Jack had told her a few stories about his past. Oh, not specifics, but she knew David was part of that past. She’d suspected he’d been an intimate part of it… “What about dinner tomorrow night?” she suggested, coming back to reality. “We could take him to the steakhouse on Weatherby. He might not be able to get a decent tenderloin for the next six months.” “Sounds good. After all, I did promise him that he’d get something tasty and memorable while he was here.” ### ( c ) Raven Morris AMAZON: http://ift.tt/VqZnSc BARNES AND NOBLE http://ift.tt/1zqQd99 by Judi Fennell

FREE Erotic Novella – Book 1 in TIED WITH A BOW Series Climbing the ranks on Amazon! She opened her door. There, on her desk, were two vases of flowers. Lilies. He knew how much she loved them. He never sent roses. Roses were what every guy sent, but Jack was the most thoughtful man. He’d discovered her favorite flowers were calla lilies and ever since, that’s what he bought her. But these… there were all different kinds of lilies. There were the callas she loved—a soft pink color—but also tiger lilies and day lilies and a few others she recognized but didn’t know the names of. She called him. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.” “Just like you.” “Thanks, sweetheart.” He could still get her all flustered. Still make her blush. Which was utterly surprising given all they’d done today. “But you might want to call the florist. They goofed.” “They did?” His lawyer voice crept in. “Yup. They sent two arrangements. Make sure they don’t charge you double.” “Hearing you so happy is worth double, Deb.” “You spoil me.” “I do. And I’m not complaining. Are you?” “No way.” “Good. Let me finish with this brief so I can get the hell out of here and come home to you. You can show me the proper amount of gratitude then.” “I fully intend to.” “Oh, hey, one more thing.” She didn’t know if she could take one more thing. “What?” “David called. He’s passing through on his way to Nepal for a six-month assignment.” Deb smiled; David was Jack’s best friend, one they didn’t see nearly often enough. “Is he planning to stop by the house?” “I told him we’d work him in, but that today was your birthday and we had plans.” Deb slumped back in her chair, needing to fan herself. The idea of working David in… Jack had told her a few stories about his past. Oh, not specifics, but she knew David was part of that past. She’d suspected he’d been an intimate part of it… “What about dinner tomorrow night?” she suggested, coming back to reality. “We could take him to the steakhouse on Weatherby. He might not be able to get a decent tenderloin for the next six months.” “Sounds good. After all, I did promise him that he’d get something tasty and memorable while he was here.” ### ( c ) Raven Morris AMAZON: http://ift.tt/VqZnSc BARNES AND NOBLE http://ift.tt/1zqQd99

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