Friday, July 26, 2013

Excerpt-a-ganza: Blind Passion by Kelli Scott

Today for the Excerpt Extravaganza we welcome deliciously clever erotic romance author Kelli Scott to share a bit of her release, Blind Passion, with us. Dig in, reader-friends!

Nicole Adkins’ silly crush on her neighbor is slowly starting to resemble an obsession. After months of watching him from afar, she’s resorted to orchestrating accidental elevator encounters and bumbling through rehearsed conversations that go terribly wrong.

Salvatore Lopez is legally blind. To him, Nicki is a pleasant-smelling, sexy-sounding blur in a rotating rainbow of different-colored clothes. He’s intrigued, but fears he’s nothing more to her than a charity case.

But Sal’s blindness means Nicki can watch him risk-free from her apartment and fantasize about sensual encounters. Most of all, she can pretend he’s watching from his apartment as she pleasures herself. He’s the perfect man to indulge all her dark fantasies. If he regains his sight, it could be the beginning of a beautiful romance—or the end.

Here he comes. Here he comes.
Nicole fluffed her unruly brown hair with one hand and smoothed her skirt with the other while licking her lips, before realizing he wouldn’t notice her efforts. His darling dog wouldn’t even notice.
She closed her mailbox loudly so he’d know she existed, and said as brightly as possible, “Hi Sal.”
Salvatore Lopez stopped and fished the key to his mailbox out of his jacket pocket. “Hi yourself.” He flipped through the keys, thumbing each one until he found the right key. “6C, right?”
“Right.” He remembered me. He ought to, as much as she put herself in his vicinity. She pointed to herself, for all the good it would do. “Nicole Adkins. Nicki.”
“Nicki,” he repeated. Her name rolled off his lips like the beginning of a love poem. Ode to Nicole. “Nicki the accountant, right?”
Not exactly poetry.
She gently patted the top of Hercules’ head because Sal had told her previously that she could, so she did. The adorable golden lab panted. If only his owner would do likewise.
“That’s right.” Although she possessed an accounting degree, her position was more of an accounting assistant for a major department store. She was one of many accountants in a large pool, all scrambling to climb to the top of the heap and shine.
Sal was a lawyer but ought to be an underwear model. One of those butt-hugging, cock-cradling, boxer-brief-wearing underwear models. Not that he would hug a butt or cradle a cock. His boxer briefs would. She knew all about his underwear of choice and—damn—she approved. If she were a better person she’d remind him he had window blinds for a reason. Instead she simply enjoyed the view of his apartment from the large picture window of her apartment. In his business suit, birthday suit or underwear—it was all good as far as she was concerned.
“Seems we have the same schedule,” he said, pocketing his mail.
If by same schedule you mean I’ve been waiting twenty minutes for you to amble by, then yeah. “Seems.” She pushed her black-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose. If he were any other hot New York City male she’d regret the glasses and lament not investing the time into putting in her contact lenses that morning. But Sal couldn’t care less about her appearance. “I’ll get the elevator.” Nicki crossed the lobby and tapped the button. Five more minutes and they’d run the risk of riding up with old lady Kerensky and her bickering nephew again. Awkward.
“Thanks.” He smiled and followed.
Sal probably had no knowledge of the dimple on his cheek or the effect that dimple had on her libido. Feeling hot, she guessed her face was flushed a rosy pink, but who cared? Not her. Certainly not him.
“No bother at all.” She held the door for him and Hercules. Once the doors had slammed shut, she said, “You got any big plans for the night?” Please, no. If he told her he had a date—blind or otherwise—she’d spend the night curled up in the fetal position sucking on a bottle of tequila.
He sighed. “I think I’ll just chill out with a beer and listen to a baseball game on the radio. You?”
“Wine and a good book.” She rocked on her heels. Or a dirty book. Yeah, that. Her tummy dipped—because of the elevator ride, or due to his total hotness, or maybe from nerves. She’d never made the first move before, but she’d grow old waiting for him to do it. It was time to take their relationship, such as it was, to the next level—as terrifying as that sounded. “Exciting lives we live.”
Sal pocketed his sunglasses. “We should get a life.”
Funny he should mention that. That was what Nicki had been thinking. “If…you know…if you ever get bored, you should come over. We could order takeout and watch a movie.” Nicki heated up more. A movie? Seriously? “Or…or something else. Not a movie. A board game. Wait. That’s even stupider.” She pounded the heel of her hand to her frontal lobe.
The elevator doors dinged and opened. Why couldn’t they live on the top floor of a twenty-story building with a slow elevator?
Sal chuckled and stepped into the corridor, led by Hercules. “It’s not stupid. I have a TV, you know. And a deck of cards in braille. But it’s true—I do suck at most board games.”
“Then come,” she blurted. “Over, I mean. Sometime. Doesn’t have to be tonight. Some other time. If you want. Or…or I could come to you.” I sound so desperate. “You don’t have to dress.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean you don’t have to dress up,” she said. “Come casual.”
“Sounds like fun,” he said, turning in the direction of his apartment. “Rain check?”

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