by Lindsay Cross and Megan Mitcham
Publication date: May 5th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Love is all you need... Really? Tell that to her unattended lady-boner. Sure, she and her husband had a love so strong it shouldered the weight of children, careers, in-laws, and out-laws, but the zing of excitement had grown into comfortable expectation.
He knew things had gone to hell in handcuffs. Work choked him on files and felons. Home’s honey-do lists weren't much better, because nowhere on the to-do list did it say, “wife.”
They had love, but how did they get back to lust?
With a little bit of Anticipation…
Anticipation contains two sizzling ten-thousand word short stories. In Megan Mitcham’s story “Climax,” a busty—and brainy—redhead arrests her police-chief husband and shows him exactly what she’s had to do to get by without him for the last two months. In Lindsay Cross’s story “Need,” a work-from-home mom pushed to the brink pushes back, revealing her un-sated desire and forcing her Dominant to reestablish his role.
He knew things had gone to hell in handcuffs. Work choked him on files and felons. Home’s honey-do lists weren't much better, because nowhere on the to-do list did it say, “wife.”
They had love, but how did they get back to lust?
With a little bit of Anticipation…
Anticipation contains two sizzling ten-thousand word short stories. In Megan Mitcham’s story “Climax,” a busty—and brainy—redhead arrests her police-chief husband and shows him exactly what she’s had to do to get by without him for the last two months. In Lindsay Cross’s story “Need,” a work-from-home mom pushed to the brink pushes back, revealing her un-sated desire and forcing her Dominant to reestablish his role.
ANTICIPATION
A Heart and Handcuffs Anthology
Love is all you need... Really? Tell that to her unattended
lady-boner. Sure, she and her husband had a love so strong it shouldered the
weight of children, careers, in-laws, and out-laws, but the zing of excitement
had grown into comfortable expectation.
He knew things had gone to hell in handcuffs. Work choked him on
files and felons. Home’s honey-do lists weren't much better, because nowhere on
the to-do list did it say, “wife.”
They had love, but how did they get back to lust?
With a little bit of Anticipation…
Anticipation contains two sizzling ten-thousand word short
stories. In Megan Mitcham’s story “Climax,” a busty—and brainy—redhead
arrests her police-chief husband and shows him exactly what she’s had to do to
get by without him for the last two months. In Lindsay Cross’s story “Need,” a
work-from-home mom pushed to the brink pushes back, revealing her un-sated
desire and forcing her Dominant to reestablish his role.
EXCERPT FROM LINDSAY CROSS: NEED
“What
the hell were you thinking?”
David
stalked forward. Dark sweatpants and a hoodie hid his narrow waist. His
normally close-cropped blond hair hung as shaggy as his beard. He’d transformed into
someone she didn’t recognize.
Someone his undercover work created.
A
dangerous cop turned criminal loomed over her. Not her husband. Not the father
to their children. Not a part of their family.
He
was a stranger.
“I’m sorry, are you
speaking to me?” Lori knew her words would piss him off, but didn’t care. She
welcomed anything more than indifference.
“Who the hell else
would I be talking to? The goddamn trash fairy? I know you put that garbage
behind my car. You knew I wouldn’t
see it.” His steel-grey eyes burned liquid silver. In ten years of
marriage and two children, waves of anger had never rolled off him as they did
now.
“Well if you’d bothered to do
what you said you'd do three days ago, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I asked you to take
out the garbage. You said you would. You failed to comply. So I did it for you.”
David
roared and slammed a fist into the cabinet beside her head. Lori pulled back.
The first inkling of anxiety edged into her haze of anger. “Now I have to ride
to work in a car covered in trash. I’m
not cleaning that shit up. I’ll let it rot
before I pick up your mess.”
Lori
sat her coffee cup down and straightened. She yanked her robe tighter, as if
the flimsy silk offered any protection. On the outside, she remained calm.
Collected. Inside she trembled. Hurt and anger competed for dominance. “That's exactly what
I'd expect from you.”
The
anger won out. She narrowed her eyes. David’s
chest heaved, but he stepped back. “I’m used to doing
everything by myself. Cooking. Cleaning. Climaxing.”
EXCERPT FROM MEGAN MITCHAM: NEED
“Why’d you insist on coming with me? This isn’t exactly your
thing.” Lindley held up a gloved hand and fanned her fingers at him.
Fox’s broad back faced her. He typed
furiously on his cell with the thick collar of his overcoat up on both sides.
“What? Oh.” He turned his dark gaze on her. The ruddiness in his cheeks from
the spring wind outside faded to sheet-white. “Damnit, Lin.” He looked away so
quickly he almost snapped his neck. “I still don’t understand how it’s your
thing.” He shoved the phone inside his pocket and gripped the table he leaned
against with both hands. “When we met you seemed so normal.”
“I am normal.” She grinned, pleased
with herself for shaking him up enough to get him talking. He’d been so quiet
on the car ride over, stuck in the mire of his thoughts. And now that she’d
seen the tip of the proverbial iceberg that had wrecked their sex life she
wanted to know more.
“You have brains all over your
gloves and you’re not about to hurl. That’s not normal.” His shaggier-than-usual
locks moved in time with his shaking head.
“Sure it is. You like to solve
puzzles. It’s part of the reason you became a police officer. Every case for
you is an intricate weave of timelines, witnesses, evidence, leads, and
documentation. Well, I like to tell people’s stories when they can’t.”
“So, what’s White’s story?”
“This bastard got shot in the head.”
Fox’s shoulders shook. He doubled
over and the most glorious sound filled her morgue. She hadn’t heard his laugh
in so very long. Sure he’d laughed with the kids, but not with her, not that
real belly-rolling laugh, in too long. He buried his face in his arm. “Oh God,
it smells awful in here.” The coat and thickly-corded muscles muffled the
words.
Lindley let the sound wash over her,
soothing the ache in her heart. “It’s good to hear you laugh,” she breathed
through the thin face mask.
“It’s good to laugh. It’s been a
long time.” With that, the last of his mirth dried up.
“So why’d you come with me?”
“The logical thing for James to do
is run, but why’d he kill White in my office, in my chair? Nothing was stolen.
Nothing was out of place.” He resumed his grip on the table.
“A final FU?”
“Or it’s a threat.”
A tiny tendril of fear threaded
itself around her heart. She strived to make light of the situation. But
really, a man who’d eaten barbeque in her back yard had murdered the buddy he’d
picked up on his way to their house. She could only blow off so much.
Lindley secured the metal spreader
inside White’s entry wound and wiggled her fingers into his brain matter. “Why
would he threaten you?”
“I pushed for the bust on Chino and
his gang based on things we learned from following White and James.”
“Chino!” The tendril coiled tight
and her fingers slipped off the tip of the metal slug.
“He’s not a problem for us. He knows
how the system works. He’s a bad guy, but not The Godfather
make-a-big-statement type. He’ll post bail within the hour. Whether he goes to
jail or not, James is the one with the issue. He won’t have a prayer of showing
his face in this town again. No matter what he says, Chino will believe he
informed for us, and he’ll end up fish food.”
“And that’s not a statement?”
“It’s a little one.”
“Okay.”
“James stealing the money was an FU
to the force. White in my office was personal.”
Lindley pushed everything aside,
concentrated, and steeled her grip. “I found the slug.”
“Great. Can we go now?”
“Can you grab me a small evidence
bag and open it?”
He sighed and moved to the wall of
metal cabinets and drawers behind her. “Can you bring it over here. If I don’t
see the body, I’ll do better.”
“I still don’t understand how you
made it through seven years as a detective.” Lindley sidled up next to him and
dropped the hunk of compressed metal into the open bag.
“I could look at that as evidence.
This is like finger painting or sculpting with brains, and guts, and… Okay, I’m
about to gross myself out.”
It was her turn to laugh. Finally.
Fox’s wide eyes and reciprocating smile said he enjoyed the sound as much as
she did. They shared a moment together. He moved in, but his gaze dropped to
her hands. He hit the brakes.
“So, can we go now?”
“I have to clean him up, and then
me. It’ll take another hour, maybe.”
Fox looked at her extra-large clock
on the wall. “One o’clock. I’ve officially been awake for thirty hours.”
“Sissy. It doesn’t get good until
you’ve hit the fiftieth. Mental function shuts down and you find you can sleep
standing up with a candy-bar hanging out of your mouth.”
“If this place didn’t freak me out
so much, I’d already be asleep. You know I like my eight hours.”
“I know you haven’t gotten that many
in a row in a while.”
“I haven’t gotten a lot of things in
a while.” His shaky finger brushed a group of stray hairs from her forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am.” She leaned
into his hand. The tiny bit of skin-on-skin contact bolstered her resolve.
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Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit
In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.
Author links:
http://www.meganmitcham.com/
In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!
Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels.
Author links:
http://www.meganmitcham.com/
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