Blast from the Past: Feverish

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I’m still converting old pages on my website to blog posts. Thanks for bearing with me. This week, we’ll be looking at everything Bullet! Today, let’s check out Feverish!


…To be loved by the good guy

…To be fucked by the bad boy

He’ll make you FEVERISH either way…

Clayton “Jet” Smith has enjoyed acting the part of rock star god / incorrigible bad boy since his breakup with rock goddess Valerie Quinn. He’s racking up quite a score playing the field, and he has no plans to settle down anytime soon. His biggest problem these days is meeting his obligations. He’s so busy having fun, he forgets the important things.

To help him out, he hires recent graduate Emily Brinkman to be his personal assistant, and he quickly finds a fire burning in his belly for her. There are two problems, however. The first is that Emily is engaged to be married, a fact that leaves Jet unfazed. The second problem isn’t so easy to surmount, though: Emily is disgusted and unimpressed by both sides of the man.

Will Clay find a way to persuade Emily to try him out, not just for one night, but for all time?


Emily cracked the door to Clay’s music room open and peeked in. He was sitting on the loveseat on one side of the room, strumming and listening to the sound coming out of the smaller amp on the floor. Emily walked in. She didn’t know if leaving the door open would ruin the acoustics, so she shut it behind her quietly.

He was a sight. He was completely absorbed in his music, and she didn’t want to interrupt him, so she sat on a stool near the door. After a few seconds, though, he looked up at Emily and stopped fingering the guitar. He smiled. “What’s up?”

She felt better just because of the way he was looking at her. She knew what she needed. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest, but she had to force the words out of her mouth. “I, uh…I need to talk to Jet.”

He squinted his eyes, not fully registering her words at first. He sucked in a deep breath and stood, resting his guitar in the stand at the end of the loveseat. “You sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?”

Her breathing seemed so loud in her own ears, but she couldn’t make it quieter. She stood and nodded. “Yeah.”

She took a tentative step toward him but he was in front of her in seconds. She wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but it was as though they let the electricity between them take over. Her arms were around his waist, his hands in her hair drawing her close, and their lips collided as they gave in to everything they’d been holding back for so long.

His kiss was deliberate and delicious, his tongue, warm and smooth but firm and insistent. In those first few moments, her body primed itself for his touch. In reality, though, she knew she’d been primed for this man for a long time. She was just now giving in to her needs.

He pulled back a little and asked, “You sure you want this?” She nodded. “What about your fiancé?”

“He’s not my fiancé anymore.”

Clay raised his eyebrows. “What about crossing the employer/ employee line you were worried about?”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Little known fact:

Thank you to Sarah with my Street Team for coming up with the tagline, “To be loved…”.


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