Sinners on Tour Boxed Set

The unconventional crew in the booth drew more than their fair share of animosity and stares. Was it the tattoos? The various piercings and spiked jewelry? The dyed hair, strange haircuts and black clothing? Whatever. They were just guys being guys. And not a boring one in the bunch, she’d wager.
Myrna took a hesitant step toward the elevator. She’d love to go hang out with them for a while. She could use a little fun—something other than stimulating conversation with an intellectual. She got enough of that at work.
Brian, still lounging in the center of the table, vocalized a riff, while playing masterful air guitar on his back. Myrna recognized the series of notes at once. She used it in her class discussion on male sensuality, because no one on earth played a guitar more sensually than Master Sinclair. Hold the phone! Could that be…? Nah, what would the rock group Sinners be doing at a college teaching conference

“Eric,” she gasped and pulled away.

smooth skin of her outer lips and mound

His condition? He’d love her to help him with his condition. She’d gotten him in this condition after all. His self-confidence restored, Brian smiled. His hand wrapped around her narrow waist.
“Room 615,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. “Don’t wait too long to come up. I want to get to bed soon.”
“Room 615

“I’ll just take a page from Brian’s book.”
Brian couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what she meant until she crawled up onto the table. She rolled off the table onto his and Trey’s laps. She smelled fantastic–coconut, vanilla, and something uniquely Myrna. His mouth went dry, his palms damp. My God, he was a glutton for punishment. He’d already had his heart broken once this week.
Myrna leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’ve got something for you up in my room if you’d like a little help with your condition

Myrna’s eyes widened. She pulled Eric’s hand above the surface of the table and released it. “You do not have permission to touch me.”
Brian bit his lip to hold back his laughter and lowered his gaze. Harsh! Surprisingly, none of the guys ripped on Eric for Myrna’s blatant dismissal. This chick was as intimidating as hell. Brian couldn’t remember the last time a woman had rattled his self-confidence. High school?
“I assume your body art isn’t visible either.” Sed tugged the collar of her suit to one side to reveal an unmarked collarbone. Her elbow in his ribs convinced him to cease his inspection

Myrna grinned, her hazel eyes moving to Brian’s face. “I’ll never tell,” she said, but her eyes said I’ll show you, Brian. She was toying with him. She had to be. He practically had “drunk loser” tattooed on his forehead at the moment

Her eyes moved to Brian. “Brian Sinclair.” She paused. Brian’s gaze focused on her pouty, pink lips. He wondered how many of her male students sat through her class with wood in their pants. Captivated, he waited for her words. A slow smile spread across her lovely face. “A musical genius.”
No way! He didn’t get something sexy said about him? He might melt under the heat of her gaze, however. She wanted him. He’d been around enough women to know that look. Why had he drunk so much? He was in no condition to pull off any level of seduction.
“I guess she does know who we are,” Eric said

“Are you feeling better?” She looked him over with genuine concern.
Don’t do that, he thought. I’m still trying to get over what’s-her-face. Angie. Yeah. I’m trying to get over Angie.
Brian glanced at Sed, who avoided his accusatory glare by finding Jace uncommonly interesting

When they reached the table, Brian found Myrna sitting demurely next to Sed. All her clothes were still in place. Sed’s hand wasn’t up her skirt. They weren’t even making out. In fact, they were talking and laughing. Even Jace, who said fewer than five words in the average day, chatted quietly with the Certified Grade A Sex Professor. When Brian’s shadow crossed her face, Myrna glanced up at him and smiled brightly. She had a great smile, flashing perfect, white teeth between soft, kissable lip