Another Delectable Excerpt Cause I Got Distracted

So, I’ve been working on the old Pyte books, getting them cleaned up, making the flow better, etc. and while working on Without Regret I kind of got distracted and forgot to write the Chronicle…

I’m sorry!!!!!!!!!!

So, to make it up to you, here is a new excerpt from Delectable, which will be out August 1st.

From Delectable: A Neighbor from Hell

“Good morning, Yummy,” she said, absently looking over her shoulder at something in the kitchen before returning her gaze to him. “Sleeping in today, are we?”

“What time is it?” he asked with a frown as he glanced at the windows and noted that the sun was barely up.

“A little after six,” the crazed woman that had broken into the house said with a bored sigh as she pushed away from the couch.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face as he wondered if this was a dream or-

Grunted when the devious woman plopped down on his stomach with a satisfied sigh that had him glaring at the cruel woman.

“So, Yummy,” she said, drawing out her words as she leaned back with another sigh, “did you sleep well?”

“No,” he bit out with a glare that she ignored.

“Good, that’s good, Yummy,” she said, nodding absently as she glanced over her shoulder again.

“Is there a reason that you’re here?” he bit out, trying to shift the damn appendage that was obsessed with her away from her hip before she spotted it and made this morning worse.

“Besides to make my famous apple streusel coffee cake?” she asked, blinking down at him.

“Yes, besides that,” he said, placing his hand on her knee, unable to help himself even though he knew there was a good chance that she might take that spatula and shove it up his-

“Well, I thought we’d discuss our morning routine,” she said, shifting her attention back to him.

“And what would you like to discuss about it?” he asked, absently running his fingers in circles over her bare knee, noting the soft skin even as he had to stop himself from running his fingers down the rest of her leg.

“The fact that we have a morning routine,” she said, shifting on top of him to get more comfortable and ripping a grunt from him with a smile.

“Comfy?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her as she leaned back with another one of those sighs that was making his lips twitch.

“Quite,” she said with a nod.

“So, you want me to let you sleep in the morning?” he asked a bit distractedly as he scented the air, almost positive that he smelled bacon.

“Yes,” she said with a nod as she glanced towards the back hallway this time before shifting her gaze back to him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart,” he said, shaking his head in regret.

“And why exactly do you need to wake me up every morning at the crack of dawn to work on my kitchen and living room?” she asked with another shift that had him grinding his teeth and biting back another groan.

“Besides the fact that it brings me such pleasure in the morning to have my balls threatened?”

“Yes, besides that,” she said, waving her spatula regally as she gestured for him to continue.

“Because I don’t trust you not to try sneaking a peek at what I’m doing,” he said, giving up on trying to behave and allowed his hand to slide up to her thigh as she considered his words.

“What if I promised not to try to look?”

“You’ve promised that before.”

“Well, what if I put it in writing?”

“You wrote ‘void’ over the last written promise that you gave me,” he pointed out with a sigh as he closed his eyes, deciding that he was going back to sleep since this conversation was going nowhere and they both knew it.

“What if I cooked dinner for you for a week?” she offered.

“For letting you sleep in or letting you take a peek at the kitchen?” he mumbled, surprised that he was already starting to drift off.

“Both?”

“No,” he said, because they both knew that she’d do it anyway.

 

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