*does a super excited snoopy dance*
*falls on floor panting*
*gets up and does another super excited snoopy dance*
It’s out!! YEAH!!!! To celebrate (and to taunt you all into buying it), here is an excerpt. 
I hope you all enjoy it.
Blurb:
The last thing Jenna Robins wants for her thirtieth birthday is a trip to
the Perfect Match dating service, but she is given little choice from her
group of friends. What she doesn’t expect is to be “matched” with Ben
Hawthorn, her arrogant and handsome, ex-boss. Her opinion of Ben hasn’t
softened much since he sabotaged her research project by pulling the funding
at the last minute seven years ago.
But after a night of passion and the discovery of an alien artifact, Ben and
Jenna are forced to come to terms with their past relationship as the device
draws them closer together physically and emotionally. They must rely on
each other if they are to survive an attack from an old foe, and the force
of their own attraction.
Excerpt:
Ben’s lips turned up in a faint smile. “I’ll agree to your terms if you
answer a question.”
Jenna’s throat was tight, thick to the point of blocking her speech. Not
trusting herself, she nodded.
Ben moved his face closer, stopping inches from hers. “How will I know if
you like it?”
Her hand automatically moved to his chest, a feeble attempt to protect her
sensibilities and to put a small barrier between them for her protection. It
didn’t matter. Ben took another half step closer, increasing the contact
between them. His words were hot against her skin.
“How will I know? I hate performing below expectations, Jenna. And after you
took the time to look so absolutely,” his eyes traveled down her body,
“stunning, I don’t want to be a disappointment to you.”
Her brain already screamed her approval, but a mysteriously wicked streak
suddenly emerged in her. He was as affected as she was. Ben’s heart pounded
in his chest under her hand, the muscles tightened as she flexed her fingers
against him.
“I’ll let you know,” she said with a confidence she never quite felt around
him. “I would hate for you to work blind.”
Ben’s wide grin seemed to fill his perfect face. “Aren’t you full of
surprises? I forgot that little detail about you. I think you’ll find that I
have a few of my own.”
With another half step forward, Jenna’s back was pressed against the door
she was trying to exit a few moments earlier. Thighs against thighs. The
hand that had been caressing her cheek now pressed against the door. His
scent surrounded her, intensified by his body heat.
“Close your eyes,” he said in a low voice.
Unable to resist such an invitation, her lids fluttered shut. Every nerve in
her body was stretched in a vain attempt to anticipate what Ben would do. So
when he whispered in her ear, she jumped.
“Now I have a dilemma,” his hot breath swirled around her ear. “You didn’t
tell me where you wanted me to kiss you.”
She tried to speak, but he squeezed her hand still held captive on the
doorknob.
“Now, now. It’s more fun when I have to figure things out on my own.”
Jenna’s heart couldn’t possibly beat any faster than it was at that moment.
His hand slid from hers and brushed the neckline of her dress.
“Personally, I would love to place a kiss right here.” He brushed his
fingertips above her cleavage. “But I don’t think that’s what you had in
mind with your request.”
His fingers traced a slow path up her chest to stop at her collarbone. She
shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin.
“This looks like it has potential, but I think you would prefer something
closer to here.”
Again his fingertips journeyed higher, this time stopping at the hollow
below her earlobe. Jenna sucked in a small breath.
“Here? Is this the spot, Professor? Should I test my hypothesis?”
Without another word, Ben lowered his lips to her neck. His tongue found her
overly sensitive skin, caressed her neck and suckled her earlobe. Jenna
flexed her fingers against Ben’s chest, encouraging him on. She almost
opened her eyes in protest when he pulled back.
“Hmm, I don’t think that was quite right. Will you give me another chance?”
“Yes,” her voice was almost desperate.
“Thank you. I promise I’ll get it right this time. Now I think I was close
last time. I was close, wasn’t I?”
She couldn’t help it. Jenna opened her eyes to look at her tormentor. His
hazel eyes were almost swallowed by the blacks of his pupils. His lips were
wet, parted slightly, poised for further contact.
“Yes, you were close.”
“I see.” Reaching up he brushed her lips with his thumb. “I wouldn’t want to
be accused of being traditional, but I would very much like to kiss your
lips. Would you like that?”
As if on cue, her eyes closed and she tilted her face towards his. If he
didn’t kiss her soon she was going to scream.
Ben chuckled, “I see I’ve found the spot.”
