THUNDER!

Don't you love the 4th of July?

Well, of course, if you're not in the U.S. you probably couldn't care less.

But here it's a great day of parades, beach, barbecues and...fireworks!

And there are tons of hot and sexy fireworks between Sean Jones and Veronica Hardwicke, the hero and heroine of THUNDER, which takes place on Indepence Day.

Here's a snippet from Sean's point of view, to get you going.  THUNDER is only 99 cents at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  It's a quicky,  fun and sexy, 1Night Stand story from my SLEEPY HOLLOW series.

EXCERPT:

 “It’s a holiday weekend, Mrs. Hardwicke.” He glanced at the cover girl curled beside him. “I’ve got plans.”

Plans that included lolling around in bed with Erica all weekend. Maybe whipped cream. Or chocolate sauce. The A/C cranked high in his luxury Manhattan condo to block out the brutal summer rays. Maybe afterward taking in a little of the Independence Day fireworks display from his floor-to-ceiling windows and balcony overlooking New York Harbor.

En-fucking-chanting. But still.

The thought of ditching his current squeeze and battling Fourth of July traffic and the sweltering temperature to drive up to Westchester so that the ditzy broad calling the shots on the renovation project could request changes yet again to the old mansion in Sleepy Hollow, did not sit at all well with him. She’d already made him yank out four bathrooms three times.

But hell, as long as she paid for it, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. Within reason.

The design was one of Campbell’s most astonishing and innovative new concepts, and Sean would protect that or go certifiable trying. He also badly wanted to snag a couple of full-color, five-page spreads in Architectural Digest and Town & Country for the company he and Camp ran, along with the support of Silent Partner and Developer Girl, who preferred to remain anonymous.

Then there was the stunning multi-million dollar bonus Veronica Hardwicke had promised once she was satisfied. If he ever managed to satisfy her.

That last thought caused him to veer off course into erotic territory, conjuring raw, carnal images of the various ways he might satisfy her.