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Theo set his dessert spoon down. “I’ve just lost my appetite.”

“Excellent.” Liv helped herself to his plate. “I’ll finish your waffle.”

“Can we change the subject?” Levi asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with a curved penis,” Chelsea told Levi and Spencer. “In fact, a curved penis is great. It reaches places a straight one just can’t get to.”

Ava agreed immediately. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell Liv all along.”

“I’m very happy with a straight penis,” Liv insisted.

“You have a penis?” Theo asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Liv patted James’s arm. “A huge one.”

Levi pushed his plate over to Liv. “Here you go. I’m not hungry anymore.”

Zoey cast a curious gaze at Jared. “So Jazza reaches all the right places, Av?”

Ava grinned. “Every single time.”

Zoey frowned at Theo. “Maybe we should try bend your penis tonight.”

“Oi.” Theo glared at her. “My penis is fine just the way it is.”

“Every single time?” Jared leaned in to whisper to Ava.

“Yeah, Jar,” she whispered back. “Every single one.”

He smirked. “You know why that is, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. It’s because I’m, like, totes in love with you.”

“Right you are, Torres, and it’s a good thing. Because I’m, like, totes in love with you too.”

And while their friends debated the merits of a curved penis versus a straight one, Jared leaned forward and kissed Ava. For a very, very, very long time.

 

 

 

If you enjoyed
Dinner at Eight
, please turn the page for more information about the
Sunday Night Dinner Club
Series:

 

 

 

Table for Two

Copyright © 2014 Jess Dee

Now Available

 

James Elliot never meant to barge into his friend’s bedroom, but now that he’s caught an eyeful of Olivia Taylor, butt-naked, he can’t seem to imagine her any other way.

 

Liv’s world is falling apart. The goals she’s worked so hard to achieve are crumbling. The only thing she can rely on now is the constant stability her friends provide.

 

But one of those friends is changing the dynamics of their relationship. James is whipping away everything that’s familiar between them and replacing it with a sensuality and a passion Liv can’t ignore.

 

With so much at stake, Liv has no time to fall in love—even if it’s with her best friend. It’s up to James to guide her through the toughest challenge of her life and show her that the light on the other side of the tunnel just might burn between them forever.

 

Warning: Contains all the red-hot loving you’d expect from a Jess Dee romance, and a sexy, sports-mad, muscle-bound alpha hero with a penchant for tossing his heroine over his shoulder.

 

Chapter One

 

James Elliot pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He got two steps in—and froze.

“Bloody hell!” Olivia Taylor’s yelp pierced the air. “What are you doing in here?”

James had to force the muscles in his jaw to work before he could respond, and even then forming words wasn’t easy. “What am I doing? Uh, what are you doing?”

Liv glared at him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” A curious, high-pitched squeak marred the usual controlled tone of her voice.

“Uh…” James took a moment to look her over from head to toe. A moment he knew he had no right to take, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His gaze swept from the shocked look in her blue eyes and the rosy red lips pursed in a frown, to the hand propped on her hip and finally to the sexy red nail polish on her toes. “Well, it, uh, doesn’t look like you’re doing much of anything.”

Which wasn’t a false assessment of the situation. She just stood there, glaring at him. James would know, since he couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from her. Hell, he couldn’t even blink. She might not be doing a damn thing, but she’d never looked better. Ever.

She scowled at him, shooting invisible daggers from across her bedroom. “I’m getting dressed, you moron.”

“Ah, right.” James nodded, snapping back to reality. “Which would probably explain why you have nothing on.” His good friend stood there, beside a tall chest of drawers, stripped naked. Magnificently, wonderfully, stunningly naked.

She looked good. Chin-droppingly, mouth-wateringly good. And just as soon as the shock of finding her this way wore off, he’d close his eyes, turn around and get the hell out of her bedroom.

“Yes, that would indeed explain it.” Her voice held a hint of sarcasm. “What is not explainable is what you’re doing inside my room
while
I’m getting dressed?”

James narrowed his eyes in confusion. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m here to collect you and Ava.”

It wasn’t like Liv hadn’t been expecting him. As had become routine over the years, James stopped in at Liv and Ava’s place every third Sunday evening to pick them up for Dinner Club. It was pointless taking two cars when they lived in the same block of flats and were all headed to the same place. “We have dinner tonight.”

“I didn’t ask what you were doing in the
flat
. I asked what you were doing in my
bedroom
.”

“Is that a trick question?” He tilted his head to the side, genuinely puzzled.

She glared at him.

“You invited me in.”

“I most definitely did not.”

“I knocked. You said come in.”

Liv folded her arms beneath her breasts in indignation. “I said I’m
coming
.”

It took James a good few seconds to respond. For the life of him, he could not string a sentence together. Not when Liv’s arms framed her breasts so perfectly. And what breasts they were—small, round and pert. Not even a handful by his estimation, but still enough to satisfy any man.

One glance was all it took to make him hard as a rock.

He curled his fingers into fists as an unexpected urge to touch her left him bewildered. Liv’s breasts may be a solid fifteen on a scale of one to ten, but they were Olivia’s, for fuck sake.
Liv’s
. His friend, his mate, his good buddy from way back when.

No way in hell should he be pondering how best to get his grubby paws on them.

“James!” the friend in question spluttered.

Ah, right. She expected a response to…
Crap
.
What had she just said?

He mentally scanned through their conversation.

Coming!

She’d said
coming
, not
come in
. “Shit, I’m sorry. My bad. I must have misunderstood.”

She shook her head in obvious disbelief, a quick short shake that sent her bobbed hair swinging from side to side, so the ends—which were slightly longer than the back—hit her chin.

He watched, fascinated, as the ceiling light shone down on her ash-blond strands, creating a halo effect. She looked like an angel. A gorgeous, sexy angel who made his dick ache and his balls heavy. “I swear…” He held his hands up, showing her his palms. “It was a mistake. I thought you invited me in.”

“And now?” she spluttered. “Do you still think that?”

“No.” He flashed her a remorseful smile. “But it’s pretty damn tough to regret being here.” Fully clothed, Liv was a good-looking woman. Bare-assed naked, she was magnificent.

Quick as a flash, she stuck her hand into the open drawer beside her and hurled something at James. It hit him in the face.

He blinked. “Did you just throw a pair of socks at me?”

“I don’t keep anything more solid in my underwear drawer, otherwise you can rest assured I’d have thrown that.”

“Great arm, Taylor.” Man, he was impressed with her aim. Impressed and proud. “You should take up cricket.”

The comment was one hundred percent sincere, so when another pair of socks hit him on the nose, he was a little…surprised. And, yeah, a lot aroused.

Olivia’s body twisted with the throw, outlining the sleek curve of her slim waist. Perhaps a little too slim for James’s usual liking, but that didn’t impede the pleasure he took from her bowling action. She looked startlingly beautiful sending the full toss in his direction. All sleek, toned flesh, silky hair swinging with the action and fire blazing from her eyes.

She took his breath away.

Or perhaps the third pair of socks, hitting him square in the throat, was responsible for that.

“Can you please get out of my room and let me dress in peace?” Liv stood armed and ready, two pairs of socks in each raised hand. Which, coincidentally, left her entire body exposed to his greedy gaze.

Flushed cheeks made her skin glow, and she gnawed on a lower lip that somehow looked a lot more luscious than it had the last time he’d seen her. Long, slim legs met at the juncture of her thighs—a juncture decorated with nothing more than a delicate strip of hair. Trim hips led to the sleek curves of her waist and a flat belly. Then there were the half-a-handful breasts. The ones with the tempting, dusky pink nipples.

Liv might be in need of a good burger to pack a bit of meat on her bones, but the knowledge didn’t prevent James from staring at her in wonder and, perhaps a bit of awe. It also didn’t stop the lust pounding from his groin, through his veins and hitting every nerve ending in his body. Nor did it dim his bewilderment at finding himself fascinated with a woman he’d never thought of as more than a good friend.

 

 

Leaving at Noon

Copyright © 2015 Jess Dee

Coming Soon

 

Theo and Zoey Hughes have got it all. The ideal marriage, a gorgeous house, brilliant jobs and a steadfast group of friends. So why is everything falling apart at the seams?

 

Zoey loves her husband, but recently she’s stopped liking him—and if their fights are any indication, Theo’s feeling the same way. The future that once glowed bright before them has lost its shine.

 

There’s no choice. Zoey has to walk away. She needs to take a break from her marriage before it implodes, leaving nothing but fragments of their once-perfect life together.

 

Letting Zoey close the door behind her is the hardest thing Theo’s ever had to do. Now he’s faced with a choice: watch his wife leave him and everything they’ve built together, or go after her and remind her why they fell in love in the first place.

 

Warning: When a hot-blooded alpha male decides he wants his wife back, you better believe nothing is going to stop him. And if he has to seduce her to succeed, well, let’s just say his blood isn’t the only thing that’s gonna be hot about this story.

 

 

 

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Copyright © 2013 Sami Lee

 

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Champion surfer Ty Butler is living the dream—a great career, a globe-trotting lifestyle, and his pick of women. Then a visit to his hometown forces him to face Summer Campbell.

 

A decade on, she still gives him an adrenaline rush to beat the biggest waves. She’s also as unavailable as ever, or so he thinks. When the truth comes out, Ty decides it’s time to lay old ghosts to rest—and lay Summer flat out in bed.

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