Jess Dee’s Bio:

Jess lives in Sydney Australia, with her husband, two sons and one dog, a gorgeous puggle name Luigi. When Jess isn’t shoving some delicious treat or other in her mouth, she likes to lose herself in the wonderful world of romance books. While free time with two young kids is a rare treat indeed, snuggling up with a romance is an all time favorite activity. (Right up there with snuggling up to her hubby.)

Jess writes for Samhain Publishing, and is very excited, because her first book, Photo Opportunity—is about to be re-released there on the 2nd of May.

To learn more about Jess, you can visit her at her website:
http://www.jessdee.com/
or her blog:
http://jessdee.wordpress.com/
or drop her a note at:
jess@jessdee.com
Photo Opportunity:
Available 2 May, 08 from Samhain Publishing.

(This is the first book in the Tanner Sibling Series. The second book, Ask Adam, is available now from Samhain Publishing. http://www.samhainpublishing.com/romance/ask-adam )

Can friends become lovers…can lovers remain friends?

Daniel Tanner’s through with being loved like the proverbial brother. He intends to make his best friend, Amy Morgan, blaze with the same desire he feels for her. The plan? Initiate a series of escapades that will have Amy falling into his arms—and into his bed.

When her trusted buddy suddenly turns up the heat, Amy finds it impossible to resist his sexy advances. But as his best friend, she knows a thing or two about Daniel. While he may be charming and gorgeous, he’s also commitment phobic.

If she trusts her heart to him, she’s sure he’ll leave it—and their friendship—shattered in a million pieces.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

Warning: Contains smoking hot love scenes between two best friends who can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

An excerpt from Photo Opportunity:

Amy stifled the flustered sensation in the pit of her belly, demanding the unwanted butterflies perform their nervous dance elsewhere. She waited as Daniel swept aside a curtain, revealing a door she never knew was there. Before shutting it behind them, he pulled the curtain back in place, concealing their exit from view. It was deserted on the balcony, too cold for anyone to be outside. She took a deep breath of wintry night air.
Daniel’s behavior was…strange, and for the first time she found herself feeling awkward, alone with her friend. He led her over to a shadowed corner and leaned against the railing. It was dark there, the inky blackness obscuring her sight of him.
“You okay now?” She definitely wasn’t. A peculiar sensation churned through her chest.
“Almost,” he answered, his voice low.
She shivered, though whether it was from a blast of icy wind or his gravelly tone, she wasn’t sure. Blinking a couple of times, she waited for her eyes to adapt to the lack of light.
“You’re cold,” he said. “Take my jacket.” Slipping it off, he wrapped it around her shoulders and tucked it under her chin.
His warmth enveloped her and the intimacy of the gesture made her shiver again. Traces of his aftershave clung to the jacket and she inhaled, breathing in his spicy, familiar scent. It curled through her nose and coiled around her heart, making it flutter.
“Daniel?” She peered up at him. He hadn’t moved. His hands still held the jacket together just above her breasts and he was close, very close. Her nipples pebbled and she forgot what she wanted to say.
“Yes?” His mouth was mere inches away from hers. The cloak of darkness lent a clandestine aura to their conversation and tingles chased their way up her spine.
“Uh…nothing.” How could she talk when he was this close?
“Amy?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” His breath fanned her face and her stomach lurched.
Hadn’t she already told him? It wasn’t right for friends to kiss. “You probably shouldn’t.” Her tone lacked conviction and her eyelids were becoming too heavy to keep open.
“Why not?” His body hovered against hers.
“Honestly?” She quivered as sensation drowned out rational thought. “I can’t remember.”
The tip of his tongue touched her lips and she shuddered.
“Still think I shouldn’t kiss you?” His voice was a smoky whisper.
She shook her head. “I can’t think at all when you do that.”
“Do what?” he breathed. “This?” He flicked his tongue over her lower lip and she whimpered. “Or this?” He ran his tongue under her upper lip.
“Mmm,” was all she could manage.
“How about if I do this?” He pressed his lips against hers for the shortest time.
“Daniel.” His name came out as a soft moan.
“Amy?” He stroked his cheek ever so lightly against hers.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Their kiss struck fever pitch the instant their lips met. Heat seared through her as she opened her mouth and he plunged his tongue inside. It tangled with hers, tasting, exploring, driving her half crazy with need.
If anticipation had drowned her logic, then his kiss immobilized her mind. Reality faded away. For the longest time she could only feel. Instinct and Daniel became her two guides and she blindly followed where they took her, heedless of the outcome.
His mouth was hot and wet and filled her with the most delicious sensations. The taste of scotch lingered on his tongue and she drank it in, unable to get enough.
He tightened his fingers at the back of her neck as his mouth ravaged hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and was vaguely aware of the jacket draped over her shoulders dropping to the ground. Unable to resist, she stood on tiptoes and held her body flush with his.
As her pelvis made contact he gasped and backed her against the wall, pressing himself so close she felt in fine detail every miniscule move he made, every erratic breath he took.
And she felt his jutting erection just below her stomach.
“More…” She groaned and yanked his shirt out of his pants, the impulse to make contact with his bare flesh dictating her every move. He loosened his hold so her hands could creep under the soft cotton, up his sides and around to his chest. Her hands imbibed the warmth of his skin as she ran them over his muscular torso. The lean power contained there awed her, lending further credence to his undeniable masculinity. His heart pounded beneath his ribs, its staccato rhythm matching her racing pulse.
Sweet Lord, he felt good. She grazed her fingers over his nipples and he jerked.
“Morgan…”
She answered by grinding her hips against him, whimpering as her clit grazed his erection. The clothing between them did little to dampen the erotic feel of his hard cock.
Moisture gathered between her legs and she groaned into his mouth. What little cognizance she had of the world around her narrowed until it vanished altogether. The only thing she was aware of was Daniel. Daniel and the way he touched her, the way he made her feel.
His hand found her swollen breast and closed over it, massaging until her breath came in short spurts. Her chest heaved as longing grew and blossomed, spreading its sensuous poison through her veins. When he took her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, the sensation spiraled downwards, vibrating through her belly and lower. She stopped breathing altogether and was convinced she’d faint from sheer pleasure.
Daniel’s mouth kept her firmly grounded. His kiss set her blood on fire. She moaned. She kissed. She ached.
With one arm wrapped around her shoulders—keeping her mouth fastened to his—he ran his hand down the length of her skirt. Then slipped it underneath.
Amy was sure her heart would stop. For an endless moment he rested his fingers on her knee. The anticipation of what would follow left her shaking helplessly. She was on fire, burning with expectation. Somewhere in the far recesses of her mind, a tiny voice cautioned her, warned her that whatever action she took now would have serious, long-term repercussions.
She paid the warning no heed, such was the power of her voracious need for him.
Touch me. Her yell was silent—she was powerless to find expression for her thoughts.
As if responding to her unspoken command, he dragged his fingertips up her inner leg, over her thigh-high stockings and onto bare flesh. Each inch of skin he brushed over was so sensitized his touch reverberated through her entire body. She turned to liquid in his arms.
“Danny.” Her moan guttural, she shifted, inviting his hand to complete its journey.
An inch away from his target, he stilled and muttered a thick curse. A second later his finger traced her lacy g-string, his touch as light as a feather and as hot as burning coal.
She gasped at the contact and bit his neck. Tremors shook through her. She shifted again, needing to feel his touch on her naked flesh, the pleasure and relief his hand could bring.
He nudged the wisp of lace aside and ran his finger through her slick folds. Her head fell back, her eyes shut, her mouth incapable of speech. Even the tiny voice in the back of her mind was silenced by his strokes.
“God, you’re so wet.”
Wild with need, she pushed against his hand.
“So wet, I can feel your cream on my fingers.”
She felt it too, felt the moisture coat his hand. His finger traveled upward, found her aroused bud and caressed.
Yes. Oh God, yes. She twisted in his arms.
He rewarded her by adding pressure to his touch. “So wet, I can smell your desire.”
She wasn’t going to faint, she was going to die from pleasure. Her fingers raked his back as she fought against losing control.
“You’re making me so hot, babe. I’m so hard, it hurts.” He thumbed her clit, massaging in small circular motions as his finger slid against her wet slit and delved inside.
Yes!
“Feel me, feel what you do to me.” Full of wonder, Amy moved one hand from his back and tentatively cupped the bulge in his pants.
He slipped his finger deep inside her and her muscles clamped down involuntarily as sensation shot through her.
“God, Daniel…” She couldn’t complete her sentence, her mind overtaken by sensation. Instead, she closed her hand around his cock and began to massage it. He grew even longer beneath her touch.
“You know what I’d really like?”

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