I hope you’re enjoying Curtis and Sara’s fun, fiery courtship from ICING ON THE CAKE. In this week’s snippet, they’ve (finally) made it into his car after a few very hot minutes in the parking lot that involved Sara taking off her heels to avoid scratching the paint on the hood of Curtis’ Mustang. “I like these,” he said, depositing the stilettos on her lap as he filled his side of the car with his big frame and even bigger presence. “Put them back on.” “Ooh, are we going to role-play ‘dirty cop fucks a call girl’? I like that one.” “I don’t role-play.” The look he gave her while bringing…

Thanks for stopping by to read this week’s Sunday snippet from ICING ON THE CAKE. In last week’s excerpt, Curtis put Sara on notice about their night together. Do you think she believed him? Or that he’s the type to make good on his sexy threats? Let’s follow them to the parking lot and see how their night is progressing… He wouldn’t have thought his dick could get any harder, but it did. Hard as granite and feral with need, that’s how she’d made him. He broke their kiss and bullied her toward the Mustang’s passenger door. “In the car—now.” “How romantic,” she said, reaching for the handle. He caught her arm…

Because I know you’re curious what happened with Sara after Nia tossed the bridal bouquet, this Sunday’s bit picks up where last week’s left off. From the edge of the dance floor, Curtis grinned at her. Like a stupid deer caught in the headlights, Sara stood there and stared back, utterly immobile, despite the screeched warnings of an impending collision. “What the hell?” she said when something heavy whacked her on the head, then, “Shit!” as she used old high school volleyball techniques to swat the bouquet away. All around her—scrambling, hooting, shrieking. Forget sisterly obligation or maid-of-honor duty, she was done. She pushed against the flow, only a couple more feet and she’d be…

Oh, wedding receptions. So much fun. 😉 Sara just found out it’s time for her sister Nia to toss the bouquet. Sounds like something the snarky maid of honor, will enjoy, doesn’t it? “I see that look,” Nia clamped her hand around Sara’s wrist, “you’re not getting out of this.” The DJ’s table was their first stop, and like any good disc jockey, he hung on every word the bride said, nodding in all the appropriate places before he took to the mic. “The bride would like all the single ladies to step onto the dance floor for the traditional tossing of the bouquet, it’s time to see which lovely lady will be next to…

Does anybody like those obligatory dances at a wedding reception, the ones where, as a member of the wedding party, you’re forced to slow dance with a specified bridesmaid or groomsman? Well, I know I’d enjoy dancing with the best man at the wedding in ICING ON THE CAKE. Let’s see how Sara likes dancing with the sexy, tattooed, take-charge cop… He slid his hand down some more. Over the high, firm curve of Sara’s ass, all the way to the underside, where he curled his fingertips possessively into her satin-covered flesh. “Get your hand off my ass, lawman.” “Only way that’s happening is if I put it somewhere better.” He tugged…