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All She Needs by Danni Price (Clean Excerpt)

Woman's hands on a sexy man's torso

Don’t you wish those were your hands!  Sigh.  Anyway, All She Needs is my latest release.  It’s a contemporary novella about a woman figuring out…you guessed it…what she needs. It is a fun story where I get to sneak in references to aliens, joke about the ugly but fabulously comfortable sneakers my sister got me and reveal my take on the words worst boss.

Please check out my book here where you will find all the buy links and another link to a more x-rated excerpt.

BLURB: Ready for a fresh start, Trina dumps her controlling boyfriend and accepts a transfer halfway across the state. On the way to her new home, she comes upon two gorgeous men skinny dipping. She decides there’s no harm in a little fun with the two men.


She never expects to see either man again but Luke, one of the hot guys from the swimming hole, turns out to be the IT guy at her new job. How can she convince him that she isn’t looking for another relationship? Does she really want to?

EXCERPT: Her morning consisted of sorting customer correspondence. She’d expected the round of normal complaints about the quality of the company’s clothing or even about poor treatment from sales representatives. But no, most letters and even a few emails referenced the owner’s asinine comments about the type of people he believed should wear his clothes. The shallow man’s ramblings provided her with another reason to find a new job.
An email notification popped up with a ding. She welcomed the distraction.

Trina
Morning. Would you like to have lunch with me again?
Luke

A low-calorie frozen boxed meal or the chance to get her hands on Luke again? Oh, hell yeah, she’d pick him no contest, but he didn’t need to know that. She forced her hands onto her lap. If she responded right away, it would come off as desperate.

She filed the customer folders she’d entered into the database earlier this morning, ate the carrots she’d brought as a snack, and tried and failed to read another customer letter. This was hopeless. She threw down her pen and attacked the computer. Five minutes would have to be good enough.

The little green dot by his name in the company’s messaging program showed he was at his computer.

Trina.Sanders: Lunch sounds great.
Lucas.Harrison: Awesome. Meet you at your desk in thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes never lasted so long. She managed to read one more letter, but ten seconds after she set the folder aside, the contents were forgotten. At eleven forty-five on the dot, his voice, deep but soft with only the smallest hint of a Southern accent, called her name. She glanced up and smiled, no longer fooled by his stuffy clothes and glasses. The man could wear a garbage sack and she’d be turned on.

She paused. Did that mean she cared about him? No, how could you care about someone you didn’t really know? She was in lust. That had to be it. Hell, before last night she hadn’t had a sex dream in ages.

“Hey. Are we eating in your office again?” Certain parts of her body perked up at the thought.

With a telltale gulp that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking, he shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking we could go outside. There’s a pathway that leads to a manmade
lake. It’s a pretty walk. We could eat there.”

Her toes curled inside the three-inch heels she’d worn to impress him. While hiking in heels might be an impressive display of how much pain a person could endure, it wasn’t quite what she intended. “How long a walk?”

He frowned. “Maybe a half mile.”

She pushed her foot out into the isle and pointed her toe. “That might not be practical.”

“You can drive in those?” His head tilted to the side as he studied the shoes.

“Well, no.” Her gaze dropped to her work bag. “Oh.” She pulled out her sneakers. Bright green and hideous, the shoes were so ugly it hurt her eyes to look at them.

“Great. Throw those on and we can go.”

She grimaced at the shoes and shrugged. Pride was for the sexually satisfied. She slipped out of her sleek red heels and into the green abominations. “Ready.”

Luke turned away with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Nice shoes.” Lorie smirked, ponytail swinging behind her.

“Like you wouldn’t.”

The smirk morphed into a smile. “Touché. Have fun.”

“Oh, I will.”

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