{Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway} The Ground Rules by Roya Carmen (@RoyaCarmen @OmniFicPub)

1. Don’t sleep around.
2. Don’t kiss and tell.
3. Be nice.
4. Don’t text or call.
5. Don’t fall in love.

The rules are simple...until they aren't.

I have everything I ever thought I could want: a nice home, a job I love, two beautiful girls, and my husband, Gabe - my high school sweetheart who still rocks my world. If you ask anyone to describe me they would say, "Oh, Mirella? She's such a nice girl." And I was...until a mysterious, peculiar man and his beautiful wife enter our lives. 

Weston and Bridget Hanson are no ordinary couple—they’re stunning, enigmatic, and sexy as hell. During the course of one unexpected evening, my ordinary world is turned upside down. How could it not be when Weston and Bridget propose the unthinkable? And when the unthinkable is so very tempting, giving in becomes inevitable. 

It sounds so logical and simple. Just five rules and we can all have what we desire. But the heart doesn't follow rules, and now passion, jealousy, and confusion threaten to tear everything apart.

Two beautiful couples. Five simple rules. One hot mess.

Five simple rules. And it was very simple…until it wasn’t.

It could have been much worse. We weren’t thinking straight and had put everything on the line – risking our marriages. So when Weston ended the arrangement, it was for the best – for all of us. But I was still heartbroken. I thought I’d shatter into a million pieces. I didn’t, I survived. Not only did I survive, I came out stronger and ready to move on with my life.

But then…

Weston reaches out to me. With a few soft words, a gentle touch and a lingering gaze, he crumbles all my efforts.

Neither Gabe nor I want to start this again, and we are determined to fight the temptation. But Weston and Bridget are not taking no for an answer, and the pull between all of us is still so strong.

I tell myself I can handle it this time. This time, I am in the driver’s seat. This time, I am rewriting the ground rules.

Exclusive Excerpt - 

I shrug and laugh out loud. Gabe’s mouth against my neck tickles.
 
“Keep the hat. You look smokin’ with the hat.”
 
I’m not quite sure how the Santa hat ended up on my head. I think I plopped it on when I was emptying the Christmas boxes, digging the ornaments out, and praying to God they weren’t broken...
 
Somehow Gabe and I have ended up in bed, with the bedroom door locked. When we opened the Christmas boxes, the girls were very excited to see all the holiday movies. And always the resourceful guy, Gabe suggested they watch one of them, “With popcorn and everything.” I smiled at him and reminded him that we had a tree and a house to decorate. But he told me he could think of much more fun things we could be doing—and Gabe’s idea of fun usually
 involves a bed...or a chair, or countertop...
 
He takes his sweet time as he unbuttons my blouse, from the bottom up.
  
“We have an hour and forty-two minutes,” he whispers in my ear.
 
Every button he undoes brings me closer to desire. I love watching his large hands working their way up slowly to my breasts. He shoots me a wicked smile as I grab a handful of his shirt.
 
I want him.
 
“Is the door locked?” God, he looks more delicious than the hot cocoa we were just about to have before he dragged me to the bedroom.
 
Okay, perhaps the use of the word “dragged” is not quite appropriate here, because I was sure willing and more than a little enthusiastic.
 
I practically rip off his shirt. I love his tribal tattoo—it covers about half his smooth, sculpted chest and flows over his shoulder and arm, transforming him into a living work of art…
 
He kisses me just right, with a heady mix of slow sensuality and eagerness, one rough hand on my face, and the other on my rear. He tugs my yoga pants down, tearing his mouth away from mine.

“You know what would look real hot with that Santa hat?”
 
I pull off his lounging pants in one swift move. “What?” I’m kind of in a hurry. Part of me is worried one of the girls will interrupt us—they always seem to.
 
He trails his finger along the edge of my plain cotton bra. “That little lacy red number you have. I’ve seen it in your drawer but I’ve never seen it on you.”
 
Oh that...
 
I want to tell him I’m trying to forget that little set. I should have really thrown it out, but it’s so beautiful and expensive I just can’t bring myself to get rid of it. Although every time I look at it,
 
I’m reminded of Weston—our third date—the red dress. That little red silky set came off so slowly, but it was so worth the wait. Weston practically made me beg that night, and with every ticking second, he made me crave him more and more.
 
I shake my head a little and start making excuses. “I don’t really like that underwear. It’s a bit small.”
 
Gabe’s hand still lingers on my rear and he flashes me a wicked smile. “There’s no such thing as ‘too small’ when it comes to underwear, babe.”
 
I shoot him a half-smile. The truth is I just don’t want to wear it with Gabe because I’m afraid all I’ll think about is Weston.
 
His eyes are dark as he pulls off my cotton undies. “I’m getting you naked, and you’re putting that little red number on.”

His tone is all business. It’s not a suggestion, it’s practically an order. I know there’s no use in arguing with him over something so trivial. I know when to pick my fights, and this isn’t the time.
 
He pulls the strap of my sports bra down and takes my breast in his mouth. I bury my hands in his beautiful curls.
 
I do want this.
 
And if he wants to see me in the red underwear, it really isn’t such a big deal.
 
Naked as the day I was born, I walk over to my lingerie drawer in our walk-in closet and reluctantly pull out the red set. I trail my finger along the delicate edges, images flashing through my mind; my own little erotic film.
 
As I slip it on, I’m instantly aroused. I’m like Pavlov’s dog—the red set is like the bell—instant association to sex...toe-curling sex.
 
After some tugging and slapping to get everything where it should be, I finally emerge with the infamous red bra and panties on.
 
Gabe lies back on the bed with nothing on but tight silky black boxers. “Good God, that’s hot.”
 
I smile. He’s looking pretty damn good too—sculpted body, black ink on smooth olive skin and that look on his face...that look which tells me he’s about to have his fun with me.
 
And suddenly, I feel like playing too.
 
He leans back on his elbows. “Come here, Santa’s Little Helper.”
 
-from The Ground Rules: Rewritten, by Roya Carmen

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