Here's a quick snippet of GENTLEMEN PREFER SUCCUBI (pre-copy-edit, so please ignore errors):

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Noah took his sweet time getting to the cathedral, I must admit. I’d been checking my watch every thirty seconds since the clock had struck seven, and still no sign of Noah or his friend. When seven-thirty crawled around, I got up from the pew I’d been hogging and decided that he had been yanking my chain. He wasn’t coming. This was just another joke in the long line of misfortunes that had been my life recently.

Of course, just as I stood up, Noah walked through the double doors, sending my hormones through the roof. At the sight of his broad shoulders, my insides quivered and I felt a flush sweep over my body and centralize between my thighs.

Not two seconds later, I noticed following close behind him was what appeared to be a supermodel, and distaste flared as well. How dare that jerk make me wait because he was on a date? Self-consciously, I smoothed my hair and hoped my Notre Dame sweatshirt didn’t have any stains on it.

Noah looked as delicious as ever. Dressed in a cool grey jacket, his wavy dark-blonde hair was pushed off his face in tousled bed-head fashion, and he wore dark grey slacks as well. His shirt was a dark garnet color, which I wouldn’t think would go well with a business suit, but he made it work. No tie, again, and his collar gaped slightly, revealing a smooth, tanned chest.

“Hi,” I managed to choke out, trying to control myself at the sight of him. The urge to dive onto him and kiss him madly was a tough one to resist. “Thank god you’re here.”

The supermodel behind him took off her sunglasses and revealed pale blue eyes. “Wow, she’s got it bad, Noah. Check out her eyes.”

“I see them.” His grey ones stared into my own. “Are you all right, Jackie?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, unable to keep the whine out of my voice as I sized up the competition. The girl behind Noah was utterly gorgeous, a tall, exotic supermodel type. She must have been Indian, or Arabian, or something along those bloodlines. Her hair was a smooth black curtain rippling down her shoulders, and she was built like a Barbie doll. Her light-colored eyes made her look striking, and her skin was the most delicious shade of caramel I had ever seen. A short, tight mini-dress revealed impossibly long legs and a svelte figure that had likely never seen a Slim-Fast shake in its life. I was pretty sure I’d seen her before somewhere. Like on the cover of Sports Illustrated.

I hated her on sight.

“Why’d you bring her?” The petulant words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

Supermodel took one look at me and began to laugh. She nudged Noah forward. “Did you not explain anything? Good lord, man. Her panties must be soaked at this point, and here you show up with a date.”

I blinked at the woman’s crude words. “I beg your pardon?”

Noah put his hands on my shoulders, and my entire body began to tingle. God, he smelled good. I grew dazed at the thick, masculine scent of him—he smelled like leather and cinnamon. I leaned closer to him, admiring the hard angle of his jaw. If I moved in close enough, I could tuck my head under it and be enveloped in his arms. Held against that broad, delicious chest.

“Are you okay, Jackie?”

He repeated his question a third time and I managed to nod at him. “Something’s wrong with me, Noah.” I reached for him, dying to touch him, and then pulled my hands back at the last moment. Maybe I was being too forward.

Noah sat down on the pew, and I sat down next to him, so close that I was practically in his lap and stared into his eyes.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked.

“About?” I said, distracted by the nearness of him.

“You’ve been turned into a succubus.” His hands clasped my own.

“Right...” My skin began to itch, and I wanted to rip the jacket off his shoulders. I was having a hard time concentrating. If he moved his finger just slightly, he’d rub against my palms. My thighs quivered just at the thought alone. “What exactly do those do again?”

“It’s a long story,” Noah’s friend explained. I’d almost forgotten she was there, like a buzzing fly. “I doubt it’ll sink in until we take care of your current Itch, though.”

“My itch?” I echoed her words, wondering how she’d managed to put her finger on the exact word for what I was feeling. I was itching, all right. My whole body was pulsing, and the feeling was centralized right in my pelvis. Noah’s close proximity didn’t help things much either. I shifted a little closer to him, my thigh brushing up against his.

“The first time’s always the worst,” she said, her voice cheerful.
I barely heard her. My entire being was focused on that knee so close to mine. Noah had very large thighs, I noticed.

Noah must have sensed what I was telegraphing. He picked me up off the bench and slid me into his lap, and my nerves thrilled at the contact. My mind swam from the sudden rush of blood, senses fogged, all nerve-endings focused entirely on the small of my back where his hands rested.

“I guess we’d better find some place to take care of this.” His voice sounded from far away, heard through the roaring of blood in my ears.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against him.

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