First time

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Today’s excerpt from Cherry Tune-Up immediately follows last week’s. Bobbi Jo has just interrupted Jack’s work on his car.

EXCERPT

“So what were you doing under there?” Bobbi Jo pointed at his Firebird. “I like your car. You sure keep it sleek and shiny,” she rattled on.

He’d swear she was nervous about seeing him after all these years.

“Why do you have to use a light to see in broad daylight?”

“You are full of questions.”

She folded her arms under her breasts and then over them.

It occurred to him that she wasn’t used to going without a bra. Was she trying to hide them from him? So why hadn’t she bothered with a bra in the first place? Anyway, her questions were stalling tactics.

He decided to play along. He picked up the light. “This is a timing light. I was getting ready to set her timing. Been tuning up the old girl.” He beamed her a broad smile. “She’s almost cherry, you know. Just about as perfect as when she came off the assembly line, maybe even better. When her stroke is right, she purrs like a kitten.”

“I bet you have that effect on all your women.” Bobbi Jo’s blue eyes conveyed an age-old invitation.

He swallowed hard. “Since when have you become a tease? Come on in the house. I want to get cleaned up. Then you can tell me why you’ve shown up on my doorstep after all these years.”

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If you’d like to meet Bobbi Jo as well, stop by my blog post from October 30 for the opening lines of the first chapter HERE.

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BOOK INFORMATION

Title: Cherry Tune-Up
Publisher: B&B Publishing: Ebook
Released: December, 2013
Novel: 31,000 words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Poole
Heat Rating: Four Flames
Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; Ménage: F/F/M; light bondage; cosplay; voyeurism; anal sex; sex toys.

BLURB

Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart? In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…

WHAT THEY’RE SAYING…

Five Stars at Amazon:

Bobbi Jo and Jack are sizzling, and then they put Joy into the arrangement and wow! Bobbi Jo learns more than she imagined. It’s a romantic, fun tale. Enjoy !! D. Hart

The very first word that came to mind when I finished this book was HOT! and I do mean HOT!! Crystal

Let me be Bobbi Jo – what a delightful story! Sheila

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For Book Hooks today I’m reaching back to one of the very first erotic romances Mr. Kraft and I ever published: Cherry Tune-Up. It was first released in 2007, then revised, updated, and released under our indie imprint in 2013.

Welcome to MFRW Hooks, where the authors of Marketing for Romance Writers
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Our nickname for this NASCAR-themed erotic romance novella while we were writing it was “The Hunk, the Babe and the Car.” Jack Day is simply to die for, and we had a blast inventing all the luscious ways he finds to postpone the inevitable moment he’s convinced will make her leave him.

Here’s a first peek at Jack:

EXCERPT

Cussing softly, Jack Day tugged on the socket wrench. The rusted nut gave way and Jack grinned. Once again, strength and oil had overcome the erosion of time. He was nearly ready to pop a rebuilt clutch and starter into his 1968 Firebird. Then he’d check the engine’s timing.

He stretched out his legs and groaned from the sudden ache in his muscles. The Beasley twins hadn’t left until mid-morning. Maybe he was getting too old for all-night celebrations.

“Is anybody under there?”

Jack startled at the sound and hit his head on the metal frame. “Damn!” With all the tools strewn about and his legs sticking out, wasn’t it obvious?

He glanced toward the front of the car and saw two feet peeking out from sandals under two shapely, well-tanned legs. The feminine voice had an oddly familiar ring to it, but he couldn’t place it.

He rolled out and sat up halfway to peer at the intruder. Immediately, he took off his Highway-Thirty-Seven Racetrack hat, rose to his feet, and folded his arms across his chest. “Well, I’ll be damned. That is you, isn’t it, Bobbi Jo?”

“It’s me.” Her voice was soft and shy. “How are you, Jack?”

“How am I? Shocked. It’s been how long? A decade, maybe.” Jack pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped perspiration from his eyes. “Let me take a look at you, Bobbi Jo.” She’d always been tiny, and he was glad her flowing blonde hair hadn’t changed color. He tried not to stare too hard at his childhood friend’s breasts. They’d filled out quite nicely—not too big and not too small. He couldn’t ignore pebbled nipples peeking through a mesh halter-top. Bobbi Jo Martin wore no bra, and that surprised the hell out of him.

“Like what you see?” Bobbi Jo’s voice cracked with emotion. She turned around slowly.

Jack wasn’t bashful about taking in that view. The black mini-skirt accentuated well-turned thighs and calves, but his eyes were drawn to her butt. His breathing stalled. Shapely wasn’t an adequate description. He might be able to balance his coffee cup on her rump. It was an ass that begged to be caressed. He willed his hands to remain at his side.

Bobbi Jo faced him and gave him a small smile, her voice still timid. “Do I meet with your approval?”

God, how he’d loved kissing those soft lips when she’d turned thirteen. He’d never quite tasted anything like them before or since. But they were uniquely Bobbi Jo, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed them until now. Belying her external caution, her eyes contained an undecipherable sparkle. “You look super, Bobbi Jo.” He reached out a finger and grazed her cheek, leaving a smudge. “Oops, sorry.” He backed away, retrieved his handkerchief and dabbed at the dark stain on her cheek. “It’s just so good to see you.”

Bobbi Jo laughed. “Don’t worry. It’ll come off. And it’s good to see you, too.”

She hesitated and took a tiny step backward, but then she drew herself up and stood her ground. She was screwing up her courage about something—but what? Any other woman dressed like she was had only one thing in mind, but he didn’t think Bobbi Jo had come all the way from Boston, unannounced, to jump his bones.