Mid Week Tease: Daniel’s Decision #NewRelease #MWTease

It’s been a while since I’ve done a midweek tease but here I am, back again and excited to be back too.

Today I’m giving you a tease from my brand new release which hit the shelves on Monday 5th May. Daniel’s Decision is the 4th book in a 5 book continuity from Crimson Romance. You don’t have to read the 3 books before my – this is a standalone, but hey if you like me and like reading a series then I say get them all!

Here’s my tease – Daniel is visiting a resort for research purposes and decides that former massage therapist and now marketing manager Rochelle, needs to loosen his shoulders!  This read is now available and links are listed after the tease!

Enjoy!!

At the mention of massage, Daniel’s attention returned fully to Rochelle. Once again, a feeling of calm stole over his body. Even the most stressed person would feel some tension seep away the moment they walked into this room, due in a large part, no doubt, to the oil burning in the electric diffuser positioned near the massage table.

“I see why everyone books multiple massages. The oil teases your senses but is no way overpowering. What is the blend?”

“I’m glad you like it. The blend, I believe, is a combination of neroli and vanilla essential oils. When used together they give the client a sense of bliss where they focus on themselves and leave all thoughts of career and other world stresses behind.”

He found his gaze tracking back to the massage table. He wondered if he could talk Rochelle into giving him a massage. His body stirred at the thought of her hands on him.

“So Melanie was telling me that you used to be a massage therapist.” He turned and looked at Rochelle, who was still standing by the door. “Do you still give massages?”

Please, God let her say yes.

*

Daniel’s question burned in her brain as she flexed her fingers, a reflexive action to loosen them up before she started a massage. Her eyes darted to the table, closing as she envisioned Daniel lying face down with a snowy white towel draped over his ass: his muscles rippling beneath her oily fingers as she kneaded the tension out of him; his skin warm and soft; little moans of delight coming from him as her fingers worked their magic then drifted underneath the towel to massage his butt, knowing it would be as firm as his back; Daniel rolling over and taking her in his arms and kissing her, their lips meeting in a kiss that took her breath away; his hands doing an exploration of their own all over her body . . .

“Chelle?”

Her eyes snapped open and connected with Daniel’s. She hoped her eyes weren’t mirroring what she’d been imagining. She stepped back a pace, increasing the distance between them. Trying to calm herself she breathed deeply, the scent from the oils filling her senses. The blend in the burner wasn’t an aphrodisiac of any sort, but her body had been burning slowly with the desire to have Daniel hold her again.

She had to stop these thoughts. He was just passing through. There was no hope of a relationship between them. “Sometimes, but I don’t massage guests.”

Daniel started to move toward her, his steps by no means threatening. To anyone looking at them it would seem casual, but she felt glued to the spot. In truth, she didn’t want to move away from him.

He reached past her and closed the door, effectively trapping them inside. His body heat reached out to her and she swayed a little closer in answer. “Maybe I’ll have to see if I can change your mind.”

She took a step back, then another. With every step she took, Daniel advanced toward her. The backs of her thighs hit the massage table. She had nowhere else to go.

“What are you doing, Daniel?”

His hand went to rub his right shoulder, stretching his T-shirt tight across his chest. “I find that I’m in need of a shoulder rub.”

Rochelle clenched her hands. “Well we could make an appointment for you to receive a massage tomorrow. I can make sure you have our best masseuse.”

“That won’t do at all.”
“Why not? Most guests would be delighted to be given that opportunity.”
“Ahh but I’m not your typical guest, and besides, I believe the best masseuse here at

Kulang is standing right in front of me.” He reached out and trailed a finger down her cheek. “Please, Rochelle.”

His gentle touch frazzled her brain and all sensible and rational thought went out the window. “Okay.”

Before she had time to snatch back the word, Daniel had taken a couple of steps back, pulling his t-shirt off. His hand went to the buckle of his belt.

“Wait,” she all but yelled the word to him.
“What?”
“I’m giving you a shoulder rub not a full massage; you can keep your jeans on.” Rochelle didn’t trust the glint of mischief lighting the depths of his eyes. “Is that right?” His hands went to work on his belt. “I think I’ll be more comfortable without my jeans on.”

She could argue the point. Or she could walk out and leave him without laying a finger on him. Instead, she turned around and walked to where the towels were neatly folded on the warming shelves.

I can do this. I can do this. She chanted in her mind. It wasn’t as if she’d never massaged a man before. She’d massaged plenty and good looking ones, too. But this was Daniel. A man she found herself extremely attracted to. She’d never been attracted to a client before.

“Are you going to give that towel to me?”

She whirled around, making sure she kept her gaze on his face. All the while thinking: Don’t look down. Don’t look down. “Here you go,” she said holding out the towel. “Why don’t you lie down and I’ll get the oils ready.”

She brushed past him and went over to the table that had an array of oils lined up. She poured some base oil into a bowl then added some neroli, cedarwood and lavender. She swirled the bowl to mix the oils.

“What is the blend you’re using?” Daniel asked.

“It’s a ‘stress-buster’ blend. The shoulders are an area which hold a lot of the body’s stresses. This blend, combined with the massage, will help release the tension, and you should feel lighter in spirit.”

Rochelle placed the bowl on the small table tucked underneath the massage bed. She flexed her fingers to loosen them and rolled her head, in her own attempt to relax her tight neck muscles.

“Are you ready?”
“More ready than you’ll ever know, Chelle.”
Choosing to ignore the double meaning of Daniel’s words, Rochelle reached for the

bowl and poured a small amount into her hands, rubbing them to warm the oil. She laid her hands in the middle of his shoulder blades, resting them there for a

moment. Her fingers tingled at the point of contact with Daniel’s skin. It was going to be a form of slow torture. She lifted her hands and poured some more oil in her palms and then went back to smoothing her hands lightly across his shoulders.

Breathing deeply and closing her eyes, she increased the pressure of her fingers letting her training guide her. Massaging Daniel was everything she imagined it would be and more. His muscles loosened beneath her fingers.

“I was right.” Daniel spoke softly, breaking the trance she’d found herself in. Rochelle opened her eyes and looked down. Daniel had twisted his head to look over his shoulder at her.

“How so?”

“You are the best masseuse.” Before she could react, he sat up, swinging his legs over the table. He placed his hands on either side of her face and took possession of her lips. It was a soft, gentle touch. Her body yearned for something more. Something more intense. Something she hadn’t ever experienced in the arms of her previous lovers.

She went to put her arms around his neck when a loud Latin tune filled the room. The sound was so foreign she pulled out of his embrace putting space between them. A groan erupted from Daniel.

“Don’t move.” Daniel kissed her lips quickly and then slipped off the bed, picked up his pants, and extracted the phone. Rochelle thought he would dismiss the call, but instead, Daniel connected it.

“This had better be good, Adam,” he growled into the phone, clearly unimpressed by the timing.

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