Kinky Claus

by Jodi Redford

  “Nope. But we’ll be there soon.”

  Well, he was about as helpful as Jane. Fidgeting with the filmy folds of her dress’s skirt, she glanced out the side window. They left her subdivision and headed for the freeway. They weren’t on there for more than fifteen minutes when he took the exit ramp onto Lincoln Avenue. Even before they hit the intersection at Washington, she had a good inkling where they were headed. Five minutes later, they pulled into the vacant parking lot of Sinners, confirming her suspicions.

  Her head spinning with questions and her pulse dancing a chaotic mambo, she waited for the driver to come around and let her out. Gathering her skirt close, she climbed from the vehicle. He gestured toward the entrance of the club. After giving him a puzzled glance, she strode to the main doors. They opened as she reached for the handle, and an enormous man ushered her inside. He offered her a toothy smile. “Damn, they weren’t lyin’ about your gorgeous ra—”

  “Quit hitting on my woman.”

  The sound of Trig’s voice snapped her head around. That’s when she had her first glimpse of the amazing spectacle in front of her. All of the tables had been pushed to the side, making a pathway to the stage. Hundreds of red and green balloons and streamers hung from the rafters. A giant banner was pinned from the archway. Gilt lettering spelled out Marissa’s Christmas Eve Prom.

  Stilling, she glanced down at her dress. Now it made sense. Emotion tight in her chest, she lifted her gaze to the stage again. Trig disengaged from the shadows, revealing his gorgeous frame outfitted in a tuxedo. He was so blindingly handsome, she swore he’d just stepped out of a fairytale.

  Her knees wobbly, she walked toward him, the tears collecting in her eyes breaking free of their ranks. Worry seizing his features, Trig jogged down the stairs and joined her in front of the stage. “Rissa, I’m sorry. I thought you would like it.”

  “I d-do. It’s the weirdest, sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” Her voice broke on the last word and she began sobbing in earnest, her shoulders shaking.

  He pulled her into his arms. “Shhh. Don’t cry, baby. Please. It kills me inside.”

  “No.” She sniffled. “I’m crying because I’m h-happy.”

  “You are?” He brushed her hair aside and peered into her eyes.

  “Yes.” She stroked his face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I’ve missed you too.” He kissed her fingertips before hugging her to his chest. “I don’t want to ever spend another day without you.”

  She swallowed and looked up at him. “W-what are you saying?”

  “That I love you, Rissa. I’m sorry that I didn’t say it sooner.” He winced. “Shit. I fucked up again. I was supposed to give you this before I said it.”

  She was too busy staring at his mouth in an attempt to comprehend the earth-shattering three words that’d just spilled from him to immediately register what he was doing with her hand. Snapping from her daze, she lowered her focus and blinked at the ring situated on her finger. She bounced her gaze back up to his.

  “It’s a promise. A commitment that I’m not going anywhere. Someday, if you want to and when we’re ready, I’ll replace it with something fancier with a diamond and we can make it official.”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “You want to marry me?”

  “Yes. You’re the only woman for me. I know that with everything in my heart and soul.” He caressed her cheek, the love and sincerity in his eyes stealing her breath. “When I thought of what makes me truly happy, it always came back to you. I’m done trying to figure out where I’m going in my life. The only thing that matters is if I’m living it with you.”

  The flood of tears was unstoppable now. She uselessly attempted to scrub them away, but they were only replaced with a new deluge.

  “I’m no longer escorting. I finagled a deal with Jack, and he’s hiring me to do some freelance graphic work for a special project he’s working on. He’s also helping fund me so I can go back to school.”

  She gaped at him. “Y-you didn’t have to quit for me.”

  “I did it for us. Do you honestly think I wanted to spend one more Christmas Eve Prom with any woman but you?”

  She snuffled a laugh. Wiping her eyes, she released a shuddering breath. “I just don’t want you to feel like you were forced into this.”

  “I don’t. And I never will.”

  She slid her arms around his neck and freed the words that’d been caged inside her heart. “I love you.”

  The biggest smile in existence broke across his face. “Damn. Women aren’t the only ones who like to hear that, apparently.” He crushed his mouth over hers, his hungry kisses making her woozy in the best possible way. Pulling his head back, he stared into her eyes. “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  “Yeah, I could definitely get used to that.” He smooched her even more intently this time, sucking on her tongue until she went limp against him.

  She gasped for breath when they came up for air. “Good. Because you’ll be hearing it for a long time to come.”

  “Forever?”

  “At least.” She twined her fingers with his and pressed them to her heart. He was the best present she’d ever received. Yeah, it might have taken a lifetime for Kinky Claus to slide down her chimney. But the wait was oh so worth it.

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  Perfect Chemistry

  Copyright © 2014 Jodi Redford

  When it comes to sexy geeks, Leo Martinez and Devlin Hawke are as hot as they get. But falling for the wrong guy has always been Sidney Chase’s forte. She’s not about to submit to her inner bad girl by giving in to her secret fantasies about her sex-on-a-stick bosses. When she’s accidentally exposed to the supercharged aphrodisiac in their lab, Sidney tosses aside her inhibitions and unknowingly provides her bosses with an eye-popping display of self lovin’ courtesy of the office security cameras.

  Despite their mutual craving for Sidney, Leo and Devlin made a pact long ago to keep her off limits. The last thing they’d wanted was to scare off their best PA by overwhelming her with their kinky tendencies. Witnessing the arousing effects of their aphrodisiac elixir on Sidney changes everything. Not only is she the answer they’ve been looking for in regards to fine-tuning their formula, she’s the perfect woman for them. And with a little help from one helluva sinful science experiment, they’ll prove that love is far more potent than anything manufactured in a bottle.

  Warning: This red hot office romance contains 3 parts sizzling m/f/m menage, 2 parts sexy and sweet geeks, one part wicked bondage and sex toys, and a whole lot of combustible chemistry. Safety glasses required.

  http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Chemistry-Jodi-Redford-ebook/dp/B00MIH3P0U

  Coming Soon...

  Frisky Business

  The best way to get over a man? Get your kink on with another. That’s Jane Campbell’s numero uno motivation when she contacts the escort agency, Hunks for Hire. A hot night of sin with a sexy gigolo should finally erase Jack Brewster from her mind. Letting a man stay under her skin isn’t an option. Especially when it comes to Jack. Despite their shared date from hell, he’s the biggest danger to her firmly held cardinal rule--Don’t fall in love.

  As the owner of Hunks for Hire, Jack is used to the kinky requests that land in his inbox. Bondage and blindfolds? Hell, par for the course. But one glance at the potential client’s name nails his attention, and ultimately whispers a wicked enticement. A sane man would delete the message. Or send
his best escort to the date armed with a steel cup. Only problem? The thought of Jane naked and bound beneath any guy but him is like a knife in Jack’s gut.

  He doesn’t do commitments. And he sure as hell doesn’t do love and Happily Ever Afters. He was a fool once before in that regard. Never again. But he can indulge in a taste. Then he’ll walk away from Jane for good.

  But eating forbidden fruit has its addictive consequences, and two stubbornly anti-love sinners are about to take the biggest fall of them all.

  Warning: This book contains an irredeemable bad girl, an ex-gigolo who can give the Kama Sutra some pointers, and a sweet, dirty, and thoroughly complicated love story long overdue.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick-figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.

  She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.

  When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality-television shows.

  She loves to hear from readers. You can email her at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and visit her online at www.jodiredford.com, www.jodiredford.blogspot.com, and http://www.lustwithalaugh.com .

  Jodi is also on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/jodi.redford.3

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  Other books by Jodi Redford

  Now Available:

  Dylan: The Sons of Dusty Walker

  Double Dare

  Hurricanes and Handcuffs

  Perfect Chemistry

  Sweet Sizzle

  Naughty Girls Do

  Taking Liberty

  Light My Fire

  Vanessa Unveiled

  The Naughty List

  Cat Scratch Fever

  Breaking Bad

  Checking it Twice

  That Old Black Magic

  That Voodoo You Do

  The Seven Year Witch

  Maximum Witch

  Getting Familiar with Your Demon

  Kissin’ Hell

  Thieves of Aurion

  Lover Enslaved

  Lover Enraptured

  Coming Soon

  Bad Boys Do It Better

  Frisky Business

  Triple Knockout

  Perfect Chemistry

  Copyright © 2014 Jodi Redford

  Excerpt

  Devlin grabbed his coffee mug and crossed over to his office. He powered on his tablet and scrolled through his emails. Nothing much exciting beyond a few tech newsletters he subscribed to and an ad for penis enlargement. He deleted that one and settled in to peruse the article on 3-D printing. Halfway through his read he was hit with the odd certainty that something was off about the placement of his paperclip dispenser. Frowning, he leaned back in his chair. “Hey, were you messing with my stuff?”

  A grunt came from the other side of the wall. “Yes, because clearly I have nothing better to do than drive your OCD ass crazy.”

  “Well, you are a maniacal motherfucker.” Devlin made a point of loudly plopping the dispenser back into its proper position. “And it’s not OCD. I use the stapler more often, so it should be front and center, not the paperclips.”

  “Admitting you have a problem is the first step in recovery.”

  “Asshole.” Chuckling, Devlin finished up his coffee and returned to the kitchenette for a refill. He was waylaid on the round trip to his office with Leo’s request to fetch his reading glasses from the lab. After tossing out a few teasing digs about his partner becoming an old man, Devlin made tracks down the hall and fished his badge from his pants pocket.

  The moment he stepped into the lab he was struck once again with the peculiar sensation that something wasn’t quite right. As much time as he spent in the space, it was practically his second home. So with that said, if his Spidey-sense was telling him that a detail wasn’t as it should be, he was damn well going to listen up.

  Rubbing his chin, he surveyed the room, mentally checking off boxes as he cataloged each detail individually. Trash can in corner—normal. Lab coats on their proper hooks? Yep. Workstations prepped and ready for—

  His mental inspection skidding to a halt, he stared at the empty test tube holder resting on the station across from him. The vial had most definitely been there when he and Leo locked up yesterday.

  So where the hell did it go?

  Determined to get to the bottom of that mystery, he retraced his steps to Leo’s office. “Did you do something with one of the vials from batch 39?”

  Leo tore his focus from his monitor, his brow furrowed. “No. Why?”

  “It’s missing.”

  “What?”

  Well aware of where Leo’s thoughts were jumping, Devlin shot up his hand. “Don’t burst your coronary. We don’t know that this is a repeat of Texon.” But after having one of their prized formula’s ripped off by a competitor several years ago, the fear was there of it happening again. Even with all the precautions they’d taken to prevent a reoccurrence, the threat was always present. There was only so much they could do.

  Leo vaulted from his chair and rushed from his office. Devlin stayed hot on his heels. Once inside the lab, Leo confirmed Devlin’s suspicions with a string of colorful obscenities. Raking his fingers through his hair, he shot a narrow squint at the panel obscuring the security camera in the corner. “Let’s pray they were too sloppy to cover their ass.”

  What were the chances someone would be foolish enough to stroll in here and steal Xtacy without disguising their identity? Wisely deciding to keep that woeful dose of reality to himself, he followed Leo back to his office. With a quick click of his mouse Leo pulled up the link to the security system and located the time stamp for last night. He fast-forwarded through an hour or so of uneventful footage before a blip of motion flashed across the screen.

  Leo’s features hardened. “Got the son of a bitch.” He rewound a few frames and pressed play.

  On the footage, the lab lights flickered on and a woman stepped into view. Devlin blinked. “Wait a minute. Isn’t that—?”

  “Sidney.” Her name fell from Leo with the same amount of bemusement that plagued Devlin. They both leaned closer to the computer as she sashayed to the workstation and picked up the test tube.

  Devlin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Not of Sidney. No fucking way.”

  “Then what the hell are we looking at?” Leo demanded, his tone flatter than a desert highway. Despite the lack of inflection in his voice, Devlin knew his friend was hiding a world of hurt while he processed the visual evidence of Sidney’s potentially traitorous activity.

  “I don’t know, but let’s not jump to conclusions yet.” Come on, Sid. What are you doing? His heart knocking, he waited for the moment she’d put the vial back and scurry out of there, completely unaware of the real criminal lurking in the shadows about to abscond with the Xtacy formula. The wish was a desperate shot in the dark on his part, but he refused to give up hope. No matter how thin it was. When the test tube went flying out of Sidney’s grasp and smashed onto the floor, he straightened with a jolt, renewed optimism crashing over him. “She dropped it. That’s why it’s missing.”

  A fraction of the doubt lifted from Leo’s gaze but his shoulders remained tense. “It still doesn’t explain what in the devil she’s doing in the lab.”

  “Who knows? Maybe she was just curious—“ Devlin broke off abruptly when Sidney ripped off her blouse and wrenched down her bra. All coherent thought beating a hasty retreat from his head, he stared at the sheer magnificence of her breasts. She cupped their bountiful weight and tweaked her nipples. The real estate in Devlin’s briefs suddenly became a lot more cramped. Gripping the edge of the desk, he risked a quick peek in Leo’s direction and noticed his friend was equally enamored with the unexpected
show.

  Leo swallowed hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “We probably shouldn’t watch any more of this.”

  “Yeah, we shouldn’t.”

  They both kept their attention fused to the screen. Sidney’s hand crept inside her panties. He and Leo adjusted their flies simultaneously. She bit her lip, her head falling back against the side of the workstation as her hips moved in rhythm to the motion of her fingers. Even with that miniscule scrap of fabric concealing the view, the sight playing out in front of them was tantalizing as fuck. She was completely uninhibited in her wild chase to the Big O finish line. The continued reel of her gasps and moans sizzled along Devlin’s nerve endings, but it was his and Leo’s names screamed at the top of her lungs when she ultimately came that sucker punched him like a two by four.

  Holy shit. Jerking his gaze to Leo, Devlin discovered he wasn’t the only one sledge hammered by that startling last part of her self lovin’ session. “Uh, she just came while thinking about us.” There was no denying the obvious. A person didn’t just randomly scream someone’s name at the height of passion.

  Leo scrubbed a hand over his mouth, his wide-eyed stare still glued to his computer. “Fuck me.”

  “Uh, dude? Pretty sure that’s precisely what she’s saying.”

  Double Dare

  Copyright © 2015 Jodi Redford

  From the moment Graham Barlow and Matt Spencer moved into the bungalow across from hers, Dani Tipton’s willpower has been strung to its limit. Ignoring the hot and heavy fantasies the two hunks inspire on a daily basis is more than any woman’s libido can take. Although temptation beckons, Dani’s determined to be a good role model for her wild, trouble-prone younger sister. Jumping in the sack with either of her sexier-than-sin neighbors sure as hell wouldn’t help her case. But when her sister sets up the ultimate April Fools’ prank, Dani suddenly winds up neck-deep in a compromising position. Literally.