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Sex Snob
by Elizabeth Hayley
Publication: November 21st, 2013
Genre: Adult Romantic Comedy

Twenty-nine year old wild, carefree, and brutally sarcastic Amanda Bishop thought her three rules for dating would weed out unworthy suitors. And they did. Until she met Shane Reed, her smart-ass, sexy-as-sin CrossFit coach who pushes all her buttons. He’s the man she loves to hate. But when the hate begins to ebb away, and is replaced by feelings she can’t handle, Amanda hides behind her rules. Will the electric chemistry she feels with Shane allow her to get beyond a painful past, or will she push him away with her rules? Rules that make her the ultimate Sex Snob.

** Sex Snob is a spin-off of Pieces of Perfect but can be read as a stand-alone novel. **

Chapter 8: Dance with Hot Rod

I stood in front of Rod, my back to his muscled chest. I began to move, finding my rhythm with the sweet voice that floated through the bar. Rod moved closer to me, but didn’t put his hands on me. He just moved with me, rocking his pelvis into my ass as the music infiltrated every fiber of me. His proximity was intoxicating and I felt the cool moisture of my arousal seep from my body. We were close, but I craved him to be closer. I reached behind myself and placed my hands on his thighs, gathering a bit of his jeans and pulling him into me. Finally, his hands found my hips and clamped down, as if anchoring me to him. I dipped slightly, arching my back and lifting my ass so that it rose between his legs. And as I made contact with his erection, my nipples hardened and the dull ache in my lower abdomen grew stronger. Oh, I need this.

Rod’s hands drifted down my body. His palms pressed into me as they lowered to my stomach, then down to my thighs as he hitched me beneath him and his upper body hovered over me, causing me to lean forward, giving him greater access to my ass. As he ground against me, I tilted my neck. He took full advantage, running his tongue up and down the soft skin, sending tingles throughout my entire body. My hands reached over my head and behind me, finding his hair. I fisted my hands in the unruly strands, pulling his head even farther into my neck. His tongue ran along my jaw, up to my ear, and back down my neck where he kissed and sucked at my flesh. I suddenly wished I had worn a skirt instead of my tight jeans and silk blouse. If I had been, I’m fairly certain I would have hitched it up right there and allowed him to take me amongst all of those other bodies. Public sex had never been so appealing.

And that was the thought that cooled me off a little. We were in public, in direct violation of Rule Number 3. I had always made exceptions to this rule in the past for dirty dancing. It was the one time that I felt warranted sexual touching in public. But what Rod and I were doing was getting dangerously close to copulation. As my mind reeled, Rod turned me to face him. And that’s what killed it completely. I was instantly consumed with the thought that this wasn’t the face I wanted to be seeing right then. It wasn’t the face that I wanted to be doing this with. So, as the song ended, I leaned into Rod. “Thanks for the dance,” I said before walking back to my table.

Elizabeth Hayley

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Elizabeth Hayley is actually “Elizabeth” and “Hayley,” two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands' chagrin). They are currently getting ready to release Sex Snob, a novel centered around Lily’s roommate Amanda, and have also begun writing the sequel to Pieces of Perfect.

“Elizabeth” lives with her husband, one and a half year old daughter and nutjob of a dog. “Hayley” lives with her husband and her own crazy dog. They are about to adopt a newborn son in November. Elizabeth Hayley's writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: “I always start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.”