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The Passionate PIs
She Shouldn't, But She Will
After a year of lonely widowhood, Thia Williams is finally
ready to get back into action. She steps into a small
gallery in San Francisco to meet her blind date, primed
and ready for a sensual night when…he cancels. How lucky
for Thia that she literally bumps into a seductive artist
who shows with a paint brush that he understands passion
in the very best way.
A PI working undercover for the DEA, Derek Hawkins is
posing as an artist. The last thing he needs is a
beautiful woman itching to be taught the art of the
sensual. But what's a guy to do?
Knowing she shouldn’t, Thia follows Derek into a sexual
odyssey. At the same time, Derek teaches her the meaning
of "undercover work." When they finish with drug
smugglers, boats, guns, and sizzling San Francisco nights,
who’s the teacher and who’s the student?
Sensuality Rating:
SCORCHING/SEXTREME
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Themes: Multiple
sex partners, F/M/M, F/F, BDSM
Length: Full Novel (79,000 words) |

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SHE SHOULDN'T,
BUT SHE WILL
The Passionate PIs
ISBN: 1-933563-04-4
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REVIEWS
for She Shouldn't, But She Will
[The
Passionate PIs]
4 Roses:
"She Shouldn’t, But She Will appealed to me
on several levels. It’s always fun to accompany a tightly
wound woman on her journey to sexual freedom. Add the
intrigue of a sabotaged business, a mysterious mansion of
pleasure, and the discovery that the heroine’s lover is
the head of the agency she’s hired and works for the DEA
besides, and you’ve got a salacious story of excitement
and intrigue that will keep you guessing, right to the
wicked twist at the end. Francis Drake has created
characters that come alive through the action and dialog.
She Shouldn’t, But She Will will draw you in from
the very beginning." —L. E. Kelley, Sensual
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STORY EXCERPT
“You might get where you’re going faster if you walk,” the
cabbie said, eyeing Cynthia Williams through the rearview
mirror.
She twisted her hands and looked out the window at the same
traffic jam that had stalled the cab’s progress for the past six
minutes. Horns blared and exhaust fumes seeped through the
window, stuck open an inch or two. In her cab, the driver tapped
the steering wheel to a Latin beat blasting from the radio, calm
as the meter flipped up to the next dollar.
The courage she’d built for the evening leached away with every
minute she spent from her goal, meeting her blind date and
hopefully embarking on a night on the wild side, a side Thia had
always taken care to avoid. She would avoid it no longer, at
least for tonight. If she didn’t talk herself out of the
adventure while sitting in San Francisco traffic.
“I think you’re right. I’m already running late.”
Thia paid the driver and exited the taxi. She wished she’d had
time to change after work. Her suit was designed to look
professional, and she only hoped the fit and color—not to
mention the heels—would soften the business look and make her
seem sexier.
Tugging at the skirt of her tailored suit, she started off at a
good clip. Several blocks and two alleys later, she entered the
Unique Art Gallery, out of breath and anxious. The moment of
truth had arrived. Here in the gallery, her date, Aaron Smith,
waited. With a sense of humor and understanding nature, she
hoped.
Immediately, she started preparing her reasons for being late—a
blown circuit breaker in her condo, someone had left the outer
door open on the elevator and she had to manage four flights of
stairs in heels, no taxis for a block and a half, and then the
traffic jam due to the bike race in the city.
Aaron knew Thia’s best friend’s husband. July had assured Thia
that Aaron was handsome, charming and a man who knew his way
around women. From the stories she’d heard, July confided to
Thia over lunch the previous week, he wouldn’t mind a one-night
escapade, and Thia would be more than satisfied. God knew, she’d
settle for less at this point. Just being held and looked at
with appreciation would be better than she’d had in the past
year.
After more than a year’s hiatus of being with a man, Thia had
every intention of ending the dry spell, and Aaron sounded like
the man to help. Now in the gallery, her heart thumped like a
jungle drum.
For months after her husband’s death the previous year, sex had
been the furthest thing from Thia’s mind. But lately, it seemed
sex was all she thought about. The heat, the whispered words,
the friction of one body against another, the scent—her breasts
ached with the images those words conjured.
Nervously, she smoothed her hands over her hips, aware her
fitted, soft lavender suit left little to the imagination as to
the shape of her athletic body. She hoped the suit and pumps
screamed, Fuck me.
And now, to find the man who would accommodate that wish.
Standing on tiptoes, she perused the gallery patrons, looking
for a man who looked “handsome, charming and knew his way around
women.” Rounding one of the many dividing walls she froze,
staring up into a pair of the greenest eyes she had ever seen.
Fighting the urge to stare but losing, her gaze started down
more than six feet of bronze god, passing over broad shoulders
before drifting down to a narrow waist and then powerful legs.
She raised her head to see a full head of blond hair, a sexy
half-smile and eyes evaluating her body as blatantly as she’d
been evaluating his.
Oh my God, please let this be Aaron!
Before either could say a word, Thia’s cell phone rang. Without
breaking her stare, she retrieved her phone. “Hello.” Her voice
sounded breathy.
“Thia, this is Aaron Smith. I’m so sorry to do this, but I’m in
the middle of a family emergency and won’t be able to make it
tonight.”
Part of her was disappointed—the part that didn’t remember
lessons her mother taught her about sex with strangers and
giving away her charms. But then, her mom was a long way off.
“Oh. Well, okay, these things happen. Maybe we can try again
some other time.”
“Thanks for understanding. I’ll give you a call.” He hung up.
She followed suit.
So much for facing her sexuality. Her cooling off period in the
taxi hadn’t been wasted after all. Just as well. Decorum
dictated she shouldn’t have been up for sex with a blind date
anyway. Now she needed to decide if she should go home or simply
enjoy the art exhibit.
A subtle clearing of his throat brought her thoughts back to the
object of her gaze and the decision to stay was made. His smile
sent goose bumps skittering down her spine. Aaron’s cancellation
meant she wouldn’t be fucked later. Or maybe not… She looked at
the man standing before her again.
She smiled back. To hell with decorum. She was looking at a god
and he was smiling at her. Mere mortals shouldn’t take such
things lightly.
The god spoke. “May I help you? I’m Derek, one of the artists in
tonight’s show.”
Take me back to your mountain top and fuck me silly. Down
girl. “That’s interesting. Which ones are yours?”
“Let me show you.” He turned and started toward the other side
of the gallery. She trailed after, feeling like a puppy looking
for a handout.
“These four are mine. Do you see anything you like?”
I see you, don’t I? “Give me some time to look. There
might be something I’d like to take home.”
“Just let me know.” His voice had dropped and Thia sucked in a
breath.
ADULT EXCERPT
Derek stepped close and put one hand on her waist while he
looked over her shoulder. “What do you think of that one,” he
said, pointing to the picture of a dark haired woman touching
herself.
“It’s, well, it’s erotic.” Thia studied it, then whispered. “I
can almost feel her orgasm.” Damn! Why did I say that?
He slid his hand along her waist, ending over her stomach. He
pulled her tighter against him. “I’m glad. That’s the goal of
anyone who paints, you know, to make the viewer feel what the
painting expresses.”
His erection pressed against her butt and Thia worried suddenly
that she might get what she’d gone there for. Not that Derek
might fuck her—God, she wanted him inside her in the worst way—but
that she might not live up to his expectations. She didn’t have
much experience.
With effort, she tamped down her insecurities. “Well, you did an
excellent job, then, because um, what she’s feeling comes
through very well.”
“Thanks.” Derek’s other hand smoothed over the chenille to meet
his first hand at her waist. He dipped his head to nuzzle the
small spot of skin above the collar of the robe.
The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine and heat
straight to her pussy. With a shaky hand she set her cup beside
the photo album and then leaned into him.
He untied the belt and slid his hands against the bare skin of
her stomach. “You’re so soft.” His mouth against her ear, the
low rumble of his voice rolled through her.
Taking a deep breath, which not only gave her courage but
plumped her breasts, she shucked off the robe.
Message received, his hands skimmed up her torso to massage her
breasts. She moaned her feelings out on a sigh. Her nipples
pebbled against his palms and her skin absorbed the fire coming
from his lips, his mouth, and then his teeth as he nipped the
skin on her shoulder.
Her thoughts ran wild. Ohgod, ohgod! I shouldn’t be here, I
should have used common sense.
Turning, she edged onto the table and let him look. His eyes
homed in on her nipples, and then he gave her a long, slow
smile.
“Perfect,” he said.
She tried to smile back. “Am I?”
“Oh, yes.” Without shifting his gaze, he pulled his shirt out
from his waistband and unbuttoned it. He unzipped his trousers.
The bulge hiding just beneath the material was unmistakable.
When he lowered his trousers and briefs, her heart leapt, her
breath quickened. He was thick and long. Pre-cum glistened on a
large reddened crown that topped several inches of red-veined
shaft. A rich thatch of blond hair bristled around the base. He
was beautiful, vibrant, strong, and she had to have him inside
her.
Before she could say a word he stood naked before her.
Bracing her hands behind her on the table, she lifted her hips,
allowing him to pull her panties down. For a brief moment, he
stared at her bush. Already the scent of arousal filled the air.
“Leave on your stockings and shoes.”
Thia nodded.
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
(SIREN) |
SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
words |
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