Release Date: 7 July 2014
Divine and Dateless by Tara West
Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go all the way...
What can be worse than electrocuting yourself while getting ready for your internet date? Realizing the hot stud you’ve been fondling is the Grim Reaper? Being chased by a sex-crazed, bloated, naked corpse?
How about an eternity of more bad hair days and horrific dates? Or lusting after the one guy in all the afterlife whose hydrophobia rivals his fear of commitment?
Yeah, that’s a whole lot worse.
When I finally reached my bathroom at the end of the hall, I noticed light spilling from beneath the heavy oak door. I tensed when I heard the sound of running water. Hey! Boner had said this was the girls' bathroom. Whoever was in there was trespassing! Just as I was about to bang on the door and give the violator a piece of my mind, it swung open, light and steam pouring out.
And then, sweet mercy, I'd found a secret portal to Heaven! The muscular and tattooed male standing before me, wearing nothing but a small bath towel draped low across hiships, had to have been a valet. He was too sexy to be anything other than a fantasy fuck. I couldn't help but let my gaze travel the length of his glistening, bronzed body. If at all possible, the metallic, prosthetic leg attached to his knee made him even more attractive.
I knew this had to be Sarge, the Afghanistan war hero Boner told me about. I squeezed my thighs tight as a trill of desire swept through me. I used to think there was nothing hotter than a man in uniform. But seeing this particular soldier out of his uniform set a new standard for stud.
My gaze traveled back up the length of his body, lingering on his corded abs and thick chest before I looked into his large Latin eyes, which were a rich, golden brown framed by thick lashes. It was the intensity beneath those eyes that had my heart going thumpity thump thump.
"What's up?" He ran a hand across his closely shaven head. "You must be the new recruit. MacLeod, right?"
My mouth hung open so low, I could have caught a fist-full of flies. Good thing Basil said there weren't any in Purgatory. "Yeah."
He went rigid as he spoke with a deep, rhythmical baritone. "Sergeant Santiago Sanchez. You can call me Sarge. They say your aura projects thirteen levels and you just died." He frowned as his gaze fell to the hem of my old lady nightgown and back up to my frizzy roots. Oh, what I wouldn't have given for my silk Victoria's Secret nightie and a bottle of hair gel.
"I guess so," I answered and then mentally kicked myself in the ass. What a lame answer. Why did cute guys always bring out my stupid?
"Hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me." He nodded at the shower behind him, the shower where he was just lathering up that glorious naked body. "The men's bathroom always smells like Crow’s hemorrhoid cream. You know how old men are," he said with a wink.
Yeah. I just fucked one last night, I wanted to answer, and then felt like a ten-pound bucket of dog shit for even thinking it. Grim may have died a long time ago, but he sure as hell didn't have the body, or the stamina, of an old man.
Rather than laugh at Sarge's joke, or do anything remotely flirty or attractive, I gaped at his gleaming muscles, wondering what those few errant water droplets suspended above his naval tasted like.
"Cat got your tongue, MacLeod?"
I sucked in a sharp breath as I forced myself to snap out of my trance. He'd softened his stance and was leaning against the door frame with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"No." I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "It's just, you're naked."
His deep, throaty chuckle reverberated through me like a gong, banging loud and clear on that sweet little bundle of nerves between my thighs.
"Naked? I’m not naked." He peered down at his fingers clutching one bunched-up side of fabric. "Now if I let go of this towel, then I'd be naked."
I watched with fascination as he released two fingers, and then another.
"Please don't let it go."
I knew I should have bolted when I saw the predatory gleam in his eyes, but he’d already placed me under his seductive spell. Taking a step forward, he leaned so close I could feel the heat from his skin. The woodsy scent of his masculine body wash was enough to make me want to rip that towel from him myself.
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She's willing to share her dragons, witches and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate.
Tara West's young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.