Tory Richards's Blog, page 145
August 28, 2013
Ebook Prices
I recently read a short erotic romance that I picked up for free on Amazon. I left a review, and decided to check out the author's page. I was shocked to see what she'd listed her books for. She had a couple 16 and 18 page stories priced at $2.99, and a 48-page story at $6.99. My first thought was that they were way over-priced. If I had to pay $2.99 for the 18-page story I read, which by the way I wouldn't, I would have been furious. It wasn't worth it.
I price my short erotic romances at a fair price, I believe. A Perfect Fit is 84 pages and I put $1.49 on it, Up in Flames is 33 pages and priced at .99 when it's not free. So when I compare to the author above, I wonder how she's getting those prices. Would you pay $6.99 for a 48-page story?
I price my short erotic romances at a fair price, I believe. A Perfect Fit is 84 pages and I put $1.49 on it, Up in Flames is 33 pages and priced at .99 when it's not free. So when I compare to the author above, I wonder how she's getting those prices. Would you pay $6.99 for a 48-page story?
August 26, 2013
Shameful
Just watched a snippet of the obscene dance Miley Cyrus preformed last night at the music awards. I missed the show but after hearing the buzz about Cyrus's dance I had to go take a look on YouTube. She can sing, she can dance, and she's beautiful, so why does she have to detract from all those pluses by acting so vulgar? It doesn't become her.
She, like so many other performers that have gone down that road, after coming from a huge Disney background seem to rebel once they break away, and reach adulthood. My opinion, coming from Disney myself, is that they were so restricted during those years, in order to protect the Disney brand, that they don't know how to act once their contracts are over. They're re-discovering themselves by going to unflattering extremes.
She, like so many other performers that have gone down that road, after coming from a huge Disney background seem to rebel once they break away, and reach adulthood. My opinion, coming from Disney myself, is that they were so restricted during those years, in order to protect the Disney brand, that they don't know how to act once their contracts are over. They're re-discovering themselves by going to unflattering extremes.
August 22, 2013
A Taste of Paris
Good morning! Today we have a special guest with us. She's a fellow author from Ellora's Cave. Please welcome Lucy Felthouse!
A Taste of Paris by Lucy FelthouseBook two of the A Taste Of… series
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.
Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.
In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.
http://www.ellorascave.com/a-taste-of-paris.html
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EAV3RLE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00EAV3RLE&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EAV3RLE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EAV3RLE&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteofparis-1259471-144.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0
*****
Ryan could hardly believe his luck. After a sex-packed day and a bit in London, he was now being propositioned by a sexy older woman on the Eurostar. The Paris-bound train had just started moving and it seemed the woman wanted to spend at least some of the two-and-a quarter-hour journey to the French capital fucking him in the toilet.
He shook his head disbelievingly. Then, after making sure no one had witnessed their exchange—when she’d given him the come-on—he slipped from his seat and made his way as nonchalantly as possible in the direction the woman had gone. He quickly found her, standing in the area between carriages that also housed the public conveniences.
She looked around, ensuring no one could see through the glass doors at the ends of the carriages to either side of them, pulled open the toilet door and dragged him inside.
Ryan barely had time to catch a breath before she’d locked the door, slammed him against it and molded her lips to his. She tasted of expensive champagne—she’d probably been indulging in St. Pancras station’s champagne bar—and it suddenly made him very aware that, although she’d started their sexy rendezvous, he was most likely taking advantage of an inebriated woman. He twisted his head away.
“Hey,” he said, grasping her arms and pushing her gently away from him. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous and very, very sexy, but you’ve been drinking. I don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”
The woman laughed, long and loud, and Ryan worried that someone might have heard her and wonder why on earth there was a woman laughing to herself in the train toilets. The last thing he wanted was to open the door and find a pissed-off member of staff waiting there. There was no excuse for two adults being in a locked cubicle together that anyone would believe.
Clapping her hand over her mouth, the woman suppressed her mirth, then finally spoke. “Yes, gorgeous blond one.” Her French accent surprised him—he’d thought she was a tourist heading to Paris. “I have been drinking champagne. But only a glass. I’m certainly not drunk.”
With that, she pounced on him once more, and Ryan decided not to resist any longer. They were both consenting adults and he had protection in his pocket—so where was the harm in indulging their baser instincts? His cock definitely didn’t see any further reason for delay as it filled with blood and pressed against the crotch of his jeans.
He pushed his fingers into her thick black hair and pulled her more tightly to him, deepening their kiss. She was eager and, judging by the way she was rocking her hips against him, incredibly horny. He held out for as long as he could, exploring her mouth with his tongue, nibbling at her plump lower lip and pulling her hair to expose her white throat. Before long, though, the pants and tiny mewls coming from the woman’s mouth pushed him to the point of no return. His cock was all but bursting from his jeans and he really needed to be inside this woman’s pussy.
*****
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati . Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk . Join her on Facebook and Twitter , and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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A Taste of Paris by Lucy FelthouseBook two of the A Taste Of… seriesRyan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.
Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.
In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.
http://www.ellorascave.com/a-taste-of-paris.html
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EAV3RLE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00EAV3RLE&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EAV3RLE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EAV3RLE&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-atasteofparis-1259471-144.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0
*****
Ryan could hardly believe his luck. After a sex-packed day and a bit in London, he was now being propositioned by a sexy older woman on the Eurostar. The Paris-bound train had just started moving and it seemed the woman wanted to spend at least some of the two-and-a quarter-hour journey to the French capital fucking him in the toilet.
He shook his head disbelievingly. Then, after making sure no one had witnessed their exchange—when she’d given him the come-on—he slipped from his seat and made his way as nonchalantly as possible in the direction the woman had gone. He quickly found her, standing in the area between carriages that also housed the public conveniences.
She looked around, ensuring no one could see through the glass doors at the ends of the carriages to either side of them, pulled open the toilet door and dragged him inside.
Ryan barely had time to catch a breath before she’d locked the door, slammed him against it and molded her lips to his. She tasted of expensive champagne—she’d probably been indulging in St. Pancras station’s champagne bar—and it suddenly made him very aware that, although she’d started their sexy rendezvous, he was most likely taking advantage of an inebriated woman. He twisted his head away.
“Hey,” he said, grasping her arms and pushing her gently away from him. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous and very, very sexy, but you’ve been drinking. I don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”
The woman laughed, long and loud, and Ryan worried that someone might have heard her and wonder why on earth there was a woman laughing to herself in the train toilets. The last thing he wanted was to open the door and find a pissed-off member of staff waiting there. There was no excuse for two adults being in a locked cubicle together that anyone would believe.
Clapping her hand over her mouth, the woman suppressed her mirth, then finally spoke. “Yes, gorgeous blond one.” Her French accent surprised him—he’d thought she was a tourist heading to Paris. “I have been drinking champagne. But only a glass. I’m certainly not drunk.”
With that, she pounced on him once more, and Ryan decided not to resist any longer. They were both consenting adults and he had protection in his pocket—so where was the harm in indulging their baser instincts? His cock definitely didn’t see any further reason for delay as it filled with blood and pressed against the crotch of his jeans.
He pushed his fingers into her thick black hair and pulled her more tightly to him, deepening their kiss. She was eager and, judging by the way she was rocking her hips against him, incredibly horny. He held out for as long as he could, exploring her mouth with his tongue, nibbling at her plump lower lip and pulling her hair to expose her white throat. Before long, though, the pants and tiny mewls coming from the woman’s mouth pushed him to the point of no return. His cock was all but bursting from his jeans and he really needed to be inside this woman’s pussy.
*****
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati . Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk . Join her on Facebook and Twitter , and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
August 21, 2013
Thirteen Thursday
For my first Thursday Thirteen I thought I'd share my bucket list. Believe it or not I had a hard time coming up with 13 things. My life is pretty perfect right now. Plus some things that were on my original list I've already accomplished. What's the #1 thing on your bucket list?
My Bucket List ride in a hot air balloonget a tattoowatch The Exorcisttravel to Irelandgo back to Alaskaaccomplish writing my 50th bookvisit a nudist colonytry Dom Perignonspend a whole summer in Mainelive long enough to see my grandchildren marriedgo on a cruise by myselfread the Twilight series
learn another language
My Bucket List ride in a hot air balloonget a tattoowatch The Exorcisttravel to Irelandgo back to Alaskaaccomplish writing my 50th bookvisit a nudist colonytry Dom Perignonspend a whole summer in Mainelive long enough to see my grandchildren marriedgo on a cruise by myselfread the Twilight series
learn another language
Coming Up
BURNING HUNGER
will be out on 9/15 so with this reminder I'm also giving you a little teaser of Chaz and Val's sex life. Remember, this is book #3 of the Evans brothers trilogy. All three books are stand alone romances.
Warning...unedited adult excerpt -
“Guess again, baby,” Chaz said against the back of her ear. “You might be safe from Crammer, but you’re definitely not safe from me.” With that he took the lobe of her ear inside his mouth, gently savaging it with his teeth. He seemed to know exactly how much pain to inflict before it turned into spine tingling pleasure.
A wild shiver traveled through Val, releasing the floodgates of warm desire between her legs. She moaned low in her weakened state. There was no way he could have missed it. His cock hadn’t missed it, reacting strongly against her bottom, and before she realized it she was thrusting back.
Chaz groaned low, his breathing picking up speed. His slid his arm from around Val’s waist, and then his hands were smoothing up her body until they were beneath her breasts. She strained against him, yearning for him to take the tingling mounds in his hands. Finally he was doing just that, weighing her breasts in his palms, and tweaking her nipples with just enough roughness that she felt her thong get soaked.
She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, the nightgown slipping to the floor. Chaz’s right hand abandoned her breast to glide down her body in a sensuous path that took her breath away, and took him to the top of her thong. Val’s breathing turned harsh as she willed him to complete his journey, and put her out of her misery. When he slipped beneath the triangle of cloth she was unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure.
She gasped with desire.
He sucked in his breath, squeezing her gently.
Val’s head went back against Chaz’s chest as helplessness invaded her limbs, and she was certain she was going to go up in flames. His fingers toyed with the coarse hair covering her mound, twirling and tugging until finally, he slipped a long, thick finger inside.
“Yes!” God, did I say that out loud?
“Fuck, Val, you’re already wet for me,” Chaz murmured into her ear, sliding his finger in and out of her pussy in slow motion.
More than once he paused to explore her labia, and when he discovered her clit Val cried out, bringing her arms up, and wrapping them around his neck. It was either that or slink to the floor in a mindless puddle. He wrapped a hand around her breast, caressing it with rough desire, while his other hand continued to probe her aching loins. As his movements picked up speed, her body bowed sharply, as if an electrical current was holding her captive.
As Val strained toward an orgasm, she moved her hips against Chaz’s finger with wild abandon, and with one thought on her mind, she wanted to come. She needed to come. Please don’t let him talk! She prayed, as she moved closer to climaxing. For some reason, talking when she was nearing release always ruined it for her. It tore into her concentration like nothing else. Please don’t let him talk!
“You have a sweet cunt, Val,” Chaz grated into her ear. “Next time I’m going to eat it.”
Oh! My!God! Val screamed inside her head, exploding. The combination of his hot breath against her ear, and his erotic comment, made her lose total control. She tripped over the finish line, and climaxed hard, convulsing as if she was possessed. With his finger buried deep inside her pussy she moved jerkily against him.
Chaz didn't give her time to come down from the wave she was riding. He flipped her around and kissed Val roughly, and passionately, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and mimicking what she wanted his cock to do to her. Feeling drained, and her body still pulsing from such as fierce orgasm, Val was thankful for his strong embrace.
As Chaz worked his mouth masterfully over hers, he was grinding his lower body against hers. Val wanted his cock inside her, had never needed anything more. She fumbled to undo his belt buckle, and then moved on to the snap and zipper. Once the zipper was lowered she didn’t waste any time delving inside, and grabbing his meaty shaft. It was monstrous, and it took careful effort to pull it free.
Chaz groaned and thrust into Val’s hands. Hot, thick, riddled with blood engorged veins, and dripping with pre-cum, she took her time exploring such a wondrous muscle. Each movement of her hand tore a deep growl from him. Reveling in her power, she pulled his cock between her thighs and worked the tip across her wet mound. They both trembled.
Chaz tore his mouth from hers, panting for breath. With blazing eyes, and nostrils flaring, he was the classic dominant male, getting ready to claim his mate. It excited Val to recognize such raw, unleashed passion, and know that she was the cause of it.
“Fuck, Val!” He scraped his teeth across the side of her neck, shuddering.
“Then do it!” she demanded through her teeth. “I need you inside me!”
Chaz picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
Warning...unedited adult excerpt -
“Guess again, baby,” Chaz said against the back of her ear. “You might be safe from Crammer, but you’re definitely not safe from me.” With that he took the lobe of her ear inside his mouth, gently savaging it with his teeth. He seemed to know exactly how much pain to inflict before it turned into spine tingling pleasure.
A wild shiver traveled through Val, releasing the floodgates of warm desire between her legs. She moaned low in her weakened state. There was no way he could have missed it. His cock hadn’t missed it, reacting strongly against her bottom, and before she realized it she was thrusting back.
Chaz groaned low, his breathing picking up speed. His slid his arm from around Val’s waist, and then his hands were smoothing up her body until they were beneath her breasts. She strained against him, yearning for him to take the tingling mounds in his hands. Finally he was doing just that, weighing her breasts in his palms, and tweaking her nipples with just enough roughness that she felt her thong get soaked.
She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, the nightgown slipping to the floor. Chaz’s right hand abandoned her breast to glide down her body in a sensuous path that took her breath away, and took him to the top of her thong. Val’s breathing turned harsh as she willed him to complete his journey, and put her out of her misery. When he slipped beneath the triangle of cloth she was unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure.
She gasped with desire.
He sucked in his breath, squeezing her gently.
Val’s head went back against Chaz’s chest as helplessness invaded her limbs, and she was certain she was going to go up in flames. His fingers toyed with the coarse hair covering her mound, twirling and tugging until finally, he slipped a long, thick finger inside.
“Yes!” God, did I say that out loud?
“Fuck, Val, you’re already wet for me,” Chaz murmured into her ear, sliding his finger in and out of her pussy in slow motion.
More than once he paused to explore her labia, and when he discovered her clit Val cried out, bringing her arms up, and wrapping them around his neck. It was either that or slink to the floor in a mindless puddle. He wrapped a hand around her breast, caressing it with rough desire, while his other hand continued to probe her aching loins. As his movements picked up speed, her body bowed sharply, as if an electrical current was holding her captive.
As Val strained toward an orgasm, she moved her hips against Chaz’s finger with wild abandon, and with one thought on her mind, she wanted to come. She needed to come. Please don’t let him talk! She prayed, as she moved closer to climaxing. For some reason, talking when she was nearing release always ruined it for her. It tore into her concentration like nothing else. Please don’t let him talk!
“You have a sweet cunt, Val,” Chaz grated into her ear. “Next time I’m going to eat it.”
Oh! My!God! Val screamed inside her head, exploding. The combination of his hot breath against her ear, and his erotic comment, made her lose total control. She tripped over the finish line, and climaxed hard, convulsing as if she was possessed. With his finger buried deep inside her pussy she moved jerkily against him.
Chaz didn't give her time to come down from the wave she was riding. He flipped her around and kissed Val roughly, and passionately, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and mimicking what she wanted his cock to do to her. Feeling drained, and her body still pulsing from such as fierce orgasm, Val was thankful for his strong embrace.
As Chaz worked his mouth masterfully over hers, he was grinding his lower body against hers. Val wanted his cock inside her, had never needed anything more. She fumbled to undo his belt buckle, and then moved on to the snap and zipper. Once the zipper was lowered she didn’t waste any time delving inside, and grabbing his meaty shaft. It was monstrous, and it took careful effort to pull it free.
Chaz groaned and thrust into Val’s hands. Hot, thick, riddled with blood engorged veins, and dripping with pre-cum, she took her time exploring such a wondrous muscle. Each movement of her hand tore a deep growl from him. Reveling in her power, she pulled his cock between her thighs and worked the tip across her wet mound. They both trembled.
Chaz tore his mouth from hers, panting for breath. With blazing eyes, and nostrils flaring, he was the classic dominant male, getting ready to claim his mate. It excited Val to recognize such raw, unleashed passion, and know that she was the cause of it.
“Fuck, Val!” He scraped his teeth across the side of her neck, shuddering.
“Then do it!” she demanded through her teeth. “I need you inside me!”
Chaz picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
August 19, 2013
I started a new WIP!
That's work in progress for those of you who might wonder. Over the weekend I started an erotic romance about a woman celebrating her 50th birthday with a hot one night stand male stripper. Not my usual style but it's okay to stray into uncharted waters once in a while, isn't it? I'm having fun with my two main characters:)
Happy Monday!
Happy Monday!
August 14, 2013
Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop
LINK to participating authors!
GRAND PRIZE - $100 Barnes & Noble or Amazon Gift Card - winners choice! Plus, every participating author is giving something away. What's your idea of a hot hero? Is it his looks, his character or sense of humor? Maybe he has fangs, tattoos, or body piercings. What if he's a werewolf, cowboy or clown? We all have our own preferences of what attracts us to the opposite sex. It's not just men you know. Why can't a woman be a hero?
What exactly is the definition of a hero? I looked it up. Seems that women were left out of the equation. A hero is - A person, typically a man, who is admired for courage or noble qualities. The chief male character in a book, play, or movie, who is typically identified with good qualities.
But wait, I found another definition. A hero is - A person admired for bravery, great achievements, or good qualities. The hero is the main character of a story, play, or movie. This description definitely leaves the door open for a woman. I guess what it boils down to folks is that a hero can really be anyone, depending on the situation.
Here's my definition of a hot hero. Tall, dark and handsome, but with battle scars. I want the alpha, people. He's not in some store selling books. He's the fire-fighter, werewolf, sheriff, vampire, cowboy, or cop. He's big, and tough, and doesn't back down from a fight. He knows what he wants and goes after it, and he gets it too. He's loyal, and faithful to his woman.
I want John Wayne in The Quiet Man, Chris Hemsworth in Thor, and Victor Mature with those sexy bedroom eyes. Give me Bruce Willis in Tears of the Sun, and Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the Mohican's, Shemar Moore in Criminal Minds, and David Paetkau in Flashpoint.
I think you get my point. So, who's your hot hero? My giveaway is a download of Someone to Love Me, a different kind of hero who will melt your heart. Leave a comment and your email addy, and have fun!
August 13, 2013
Lovestruck Giveaway Hop
LINK to participating authors!My giveaway for this hop is a download of
Someone to Love Me
. Winner will be chosen after 11:59 PM August 20, 2013 and announced within 24-28 hours the latest. Rafflecopter to enter is below.Someone to Love Me
When Charlie’s plane goes down in a remote Alaskan wilderness she knows she’s in big trouble. She didn’t have time to radio in her position. It looks like her decision to surprise her parents on their wedding anniversary wasn’t such a good idea. Now lost and in freezing temperatures, her chances of survival look bleak.
Buy NowAs Charlie heads out on foot, she faces a new danger when a white wolf appears. And right behind him is her salvation. A quiet mountain man with secrets, who takes her to his one-room cabin, where she finds herself stranded for the winter. To make matters worse, there’s an instant attraction between them they both try to resist. Hard to do when she’s sleeping in his bed! Before long they give into a temptation stronger than their wills, and find survival, and the chance to love again, in each other’s arms.
Everyone wants to love, and be loved. This heart-warming story takes place between two broken-hearted souls who have each suffered through a tragic death that has left them lost and crippled. Trapped alone together for the cold winter, their proximity forces them to come to terms with their pasts, and seek deliverance in each other's arms.
Excerpt
Luke stood quietly, staring down at his bed. He didn’t believe in fairy tales, yet there she was, Sleeping Beauty all rolled up in his blankets. And snoring softly. Charlie was on her side, all but her head hidden beneath the quilt, her nose turned up toward the opening. His mouth curved into a smile.
He was crazy crawling beneath the covers with her. He’d probably survive the night better sleeping out in a snowdrift in the buff. His attraction for her bordered on the edge of what he should do and what he wanted to do. For the hundredth time that evening, he berated himself for not stopping to think where she’d have to sleep when he’d invited Swanson to stay.
Luke knew either way he was going to pay the price. He didn’t want to feel anything for Charlie, but she’d managed to get under his skin without even half-trying. They were two tormented souls reaching out to one another, and Charlie was providing an easy way out of the dark void he’d built around himself. And she reminded him that he was a man of flesh-and-blood and wants.
He’d waited as long as he could before excusing himself and coming to bed, and not because he’d wanted to give Charlie enough time to fall asleep. Luke knew it was going to be a long night, realized, too, that he couldn’t put off the inevitable.
A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached for the edge of the covers and pulled them back. Charlie stirred slightly and moaned when the cold touched her warm body, reaching out blindly for the quilt in Luke’s hand. He quickly slid in next to her and brought the covers with him, clenching his teeth in agony when Charlie burrowed against him like a lazy cat seeking the warmth of his body.
Alarm bells went off when she tucked her fanny into the hollow of his body. He groaned low and counted to ten, then to twenty before deciding he could count to a million and it wouldn’t make any difference. He cursed his stupidity for even thinking he could lie next to Charlie and remain in control. It didn’t take long before his body began to respond to her.
An eternity slipped by as he lay there barely taking in air, listening to her soft breathing. His nose was in her hair and nothing could stop him from inhaling deeply. Her delicate fragrance sent his senses into overdrive. Everything about her captivated him and made him want her.
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August 11, 2013
Huge Event with HUGE Prize!
We're celebrating the end to a fabulous summer with a End of Summer Bash! We're giving away an Amazon gift ecard (electronic gift card only, value $175) to one lucky reader and we're giving away a lot of other prizes from the TRS prize vault and participating authors too! It takes place at our party site -- http://trsparties.com.
To be entered into the rafflecopter drawing below all you have to do is like my new face book fan page , or tweet about this event. I'm giving away 3 prizes !
Good luck to all my friends!
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August 10, 2013
Excerpt of It's All in the Jeans
It was five o’clock in the morning when the sound of something banging against the house woke Logan. Not that he’d been sleeping all that soundly, listening to the wrath of Mother Nature on and off during most of the night. They were lucky. The hurricane had indeed turned, leaving them with tropical force winds and rain in its wake. The Carolina's was going to get the brunt of the storm, which had thankfully shrank down to a
category one.
He pulled back the covers and jumped from the bed when he heard something crashing around in the backyard. The wind was strong enough to shake the house, and he could only pray the hurricane shutters held up. He was worried about the trees around the place, too. If one of them came down, it would pierce the aluminum roof like a toothpick.
He pulled the curtain back to peer out his bedroom window before remembering the shutters, and then reached for his jeans. He slipped them on, not bothering to turn on the light. He knew the power was still on though, thanks to the digital clock on the dresser. As he made his way through the darkened house, he passed his snoring grandfather where he’d fallen asleep on the sofa. Shaking his head with disbelief, Logan grinned when he noticed the weather channel was still on.
Remembering there was a flashlight in the junk drawer next to the stove, Logan retrieved it. He turned it on before leaving the kitchen to make sure it worked, then opened the door just enough to squeeze through. As soon as he stepped out onto the porch he was blasted with a sheet of wind and rain. Other noises began to penetrate Logan’s consciousness. The dim lights at the end of everyone’s driveways allowed him enough light to see the dark shadows of flying debris.
Someone’s trashcan was rolling down the street. A couple planters blew by, minus the plants. God knows where those were. Pieces of rain gutters were scattered here and there as the fragile aluminum was ripped off the houses. Someone’s wind turbine, possibly their own, was on the front lawn. As far as Logan could tell it wasn’t anything major. No one’s porches or carports were flying around. The street was flooded though. He couldn’t see if there were any trees down but daylight would provide more answers. When he opened the
screen door the wind almost tore it from his grasp. He made sure it was secure, and then dashed down the steps.
As he headed for the backyard, a light coming from Margaret’s house drew his immediate attention. He could clearly make out that she was standing in front of what he knew was the kitchen window. However, he couldn’t tell if she was doing something at the sink, or looking outside. Then a loud bang snagged Logan’s attention and his gaze shot to the large piece of metal the wind was holding hostage against the tool shed. He wondered whose house it had broken loose from. The shed door had somehow blown open too and was banging noisily against the side. As he turned to head there a beam of light hit the large oak tree to the right of him, and he came to a halt. Then he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.
At first Logan thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He couldn’t possibly be seeing Libby, walking around in the rain with a flashlight in her hands. She was obviously searching for something. Is she crazy? What does she think she is doing? A good gust of wind would pick her up without much trouble. As it was
she was having trouble staying on her feet.
She halted when her light went out. She hadn’t noticed him yet, and began slapping the flashlight against her palm to get the light to come back on. He shook his head with disbelief and made his way to her.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” he growled loud enough for her to hear him over the howling wind. He pointed his flashlight at her face. “Trying to get killed?”
She glanced up, blinking against the wind and rain, brushing wet strands of hair out of her face. She was as soaked as he was, and wearing just as little. In fact, closer inspection revealed it was a nightgown of some kind. The cloth made transparent by the rain.
She faced his anger with an unconcerned laugh. “Not really!” she yelled above the storm, blinking at the light he was shining in her eyes. “Looking for Rufus! Gram’s about to give herself a heart attack because she can’t find him! She’s frantic!”
“You’re risking your neck for a cat?” Now he knew she was crazy. “Come on!” Logan took her by the arm with every intention of dragging her back inside.
Libby pulled back. “I have to find him!” She turned toward the shed.
Groaning with frustration, Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up off the ground. He whipped her back in the direction of the house. “I’ll look for Rufus; you get your little butt back inside!”
“Logan,” Libby struggled against his arm but he had no trouble keeping hold of her. “He’ll never come to you! Let me at least check out the shed and then I’ll go back inside, I promise!”
He hesitated reluctantly, realizing she was making sense. What would it hurt to let her check out the shed? It wouldn’t take that long, and he’d be with her if anything happened. He lowered her until her feet were on the ground again. “Okay, but make it quick.”
He was right behind Libby when they entered the dark shed, drawing the door closed behind them to keep the inside from getting any wetter than it already was. A large crack remained because the door was old and bent. He felt for the light switch and flipped it on. The room was instantly bathed with the dim glow of a twenty-watt bulb. Not much light, just enough to take in the lawn mower, various tools and gardening supplies kept on hand. And the wet temptress poised directly beneath the light.
Logan’s gaze dropped, moving over Libby. She might as well be naked. Whatever she had on was plastered to her like a thin layer of tissue. It stopped at the top of her thighs, the transparency revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Logan tried to put the brakes on where his mind was heading as his eyes rested on the fascinating curve of her buttocks. He recalled what she looked like naked, but for some unexplained reason this was far more sensual and tempting. Heightening his senses with a teasing display of what his hands had only discovered the day before. His palms tingled, he tried to swallow.
Then she whipped around to face him, an innocent smile on her face as she brushed the wet hair away. He watched her movements, letting his gaze slowly take in the clear outline of her breasts with their darker nipples, proudly pointing in his direction. When his eyes landed on the darker patch between her thighs lust swept through his body in crippling waves.
Someone caught their breath, and their eyes met. If Logan didn’t know better he’d swear the look on Libby’s face revealed she was feeling uncharacteristically shy and nervous. So unlike the self-assured, sassy little witch they both knew she was. All at once she glanced away, and he couldn’t help wondering what she
was up to. Yesterday she’d stood before him proud and naked, practically demanding he make love to her. Now she resembled more a delicate damsel in distress facing her conqueror.
“When Rufus is frightened he’ll hide almost anywhere,” she said, looking everywhere but at Logan. Is her voice trembling? “He likes people to believe he’s big and bad but inside he’s really just a big baby.” She moved to an old desk that Vincent used for a worktable. “Rufus?” her soft voice coaxed.
She bent over the desk to peer behind it, and seeing how her wet nightgown outlined her shapely bottom, Logan lost it, achieving a hard-on in record time. He sucked in his breath, his body twitching with awareness recalling how good it felt sinking inside her welcoming body. Logan moved behind Libby, pinning her against the desk, not quite sure what his intentions were. Only knowing he needed to feel her against him like he needed air to breathe.
Catching her unaware, he felt her slight jump. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked gruffly against her ear. Logan brought his arms around her and covered her breasts,with his hands. He thrust his hips, letting her feel the power of his erection against her bottom. “Oh!” she cried again, this time with soft acceptance.
Logan closed his eyes and groaned low. If he had any doubts Libby was receptive to his boldness the thought went right out the window the moment she pressed her bottom against his cock.
“There’s a damn storm out there, Libby, and all I can think about is a repeat of what we did in the pool house.”
Her soft laugh filled the small room, heard above the pounding rain on the tin roof. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” she admitted. “I’m embarrassed at how, ah, slutty I acted with you.”
“Do you know what I think?” he whispered, caressing her breasts and nipples and noticing how perfect they felt in his palms. Like they belonged there. “I think you’re a witch and you put a hex on me.” He sucked in his breath when she arched her back, forcing her bottom more fully against him. His knees actually buckled in weakness.
She laughed again, trembling wildly. “My great grandmother was said to be a witch,” she confessed.
Growling low, Logan leaned forward and put his mouth against her collarbone. His kisses traveled a slow path to the graceful arch of her neck, where she tilted her head so he could have better access. He closed his teeth over her in a gentle love bite, and then sucked the brief pain away. Libby shivered wildly, turning her face toward him with a sigh of longing on her lips.
Logan didn’t think twice about accepting her silent invitation. His mouth swooped down on hers, parting her sweet lips and thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed around them. It would be so easy to lose control with Libby. But did he want to use her in that way?
The truth was Logan didn’t have the strength to pull away. His arousal pounded full and heavy behind his zipper, demanding he do something about it. His heart was beating rapidly to keep up with the rush spiraling through his blood. And the hungry movements of Libby’s body as she writhed against him, her audible whimpers, seemed to indicate she was working toward that same goal.
Logan forced himself to break their heated kiss. “Libby…God, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, out of breath.
“You would never hurt me, Logan,” she gasped right back.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone.” Not what he wanted to hear right then. “Besides, how can something that feels this good hurt me?”
He knew of several reasons why. His mind was clouded with desire, and his body ached with the need to make love to her. Yet it didn’t keep him from having a conscience. Libby knew the score; he’d made sure of that from the beginning. He should release her and step back; she deserved better than this.
“Logan?” Libby whispered. “Did you fall asleep on me?”
He burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it. “Hell no, honey.” He turned her around so that she was facing him,
keeping her close. “Just let me hold you for a moment,” he breathed raggedly, encircling her in his arms. Libby placed her head against his chest.
Her arms glided around him, her hands brushing the moisture off his naked shoulders and down his back. Logan tried to calm his body down, ignore the soft woman in his arms who smelled of rain and something sweetly wild. But every breath she took made him aware of her in every way. And there was the obvious problem of his hard-on, which was nestled against her demanding attention and straining toward the pleasure it would find in her body.
“What are you afraid of, Logan?” she asked against his chest, her warm breath singeing his bare flesh. “I thought we had an understanding; sex for sex, nothing more, nothing less.”
In spite of what he was feeling, Logan stiffened at her question. What was he afraid of? Falling for a little witch with flaming hair and sparkling eyes? Afraid he wouldn’t be able to walk away? Whatever the answers were he wanted Libby more than he’d ever wanted another woman.
“Is it so bad wanting to make love to me?” Whether she was aware of her actions or not, she moved her lower body against his, keeping him hard and hungry.
Was that her tongue against his skin? He jerked back so he could meet her eyes. “I want you so much that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Logan confessed fiercely. “You should know better than to bait an aroused man.”
“What if I said I want you too?” she asked huskily, her eyes half closed with desire. “Right here…right now.”
Logan half expected her to remove her clothes as she had in the pool house. Instead, she did something just as shocking. She gave him a shove, at the same time bringing her hands up to cup and caress her breasts through her wet nightgown. Her nipples were brown little crowns, clearly visible, taunting him to put his
mouth on them. He swallowed with difficulty.
“Libby…” He struggled to ignore the lust boiling through his blood, knowing the thin thread holding his control in check was going to snap at any moment. “Don’t…”
“You did this, Logan,” she began, throwing her head back and arching her spine, purring with pleasure as her hands caressed her breasts. “You’ve turned me on so much that I’m throbbing, too, like you,” she whispered. “If you won’t put out the fire, I’ll have to find another way.”
Her hands moved to the hem of her short gown. He watched in speechless fascination as her fingers inched the material up her thighs until there was no doubt what her intentions were. Coupled with the forbidden visual her words conjured, it was the final straw for Logan.As her fingers reached the glistening curls between her thighs, he sucked in a sharp breath and reached for her.
“What are you trying to do?” Logan slammed Libby up against his chest, practically snarling the words down at her. “Give me heart failure?”
She tried for indifference, but her tone was too husky with emotion to make it work. She laughed softly instead. “Whatever it takes….” She purposely let the sentence trail off.
“I’ve never met another woman like you,” he continued, dragging her closer, until they were nearly kissing. Then they were.
Libby immediately opened her mouth beneath Logan’s. Her hunger knew no bounds and she yearned for so much more than his kiss. Once again she’d acted shamelessly out of character with him, but the pleasure she found in just his kiss alone was worth it. All at once she found herself lifted off her feet, a strong arm wrapped around her thighs, beneath her buttocks. “What, where?” she gasped, relishing in the raw desire stamped on his handsome face.
Logan didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. As he turned he reached up and unscrewed the light bulb until the light went out, leaving them cloaked in darkness. The next thing Libby knew he lowered himself onto something. She instinctively spread her legs so she was straddling him.
They didn’t need to see to find each other. Their lips came together in a kiss of rough passion, their tongues clashing. Their hands moved over each other with growing abandon. Logan’s hands were at Libby’s waist, half caressing her while yanking her nightgown up out of the way. Breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and took a breast in his mouth, suckling it through the material covering it.
She cried out with pleasure. Her hands moved to the front of Logan’s jeans, surprised to find they were already unsnapped. All Libby had to do was slide the zipper down; his seeking arousal did the rest. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his possession.
“Logan!” she whispered impatiently. Did he hear the fierce pounding of her heart? He lifted his hips long enough for her to roll his jeans down, freeing his member for her inquisitive fingers. Libby’s hand encircled his hot flesh eagerly, gaining a groan from Logan that rivaled the ever-present thunder booming outside.
“Damn!” he gasped with obvious surprise. “Baby, you’re going to make me come…”
She covered his mouth with hers, rolling her tongue behind his bottom lip and whispering, “Isn’t that the objective?” Then laughing, she began to rock her hips so she grazed his flesh with the damp hunger between her thighs. For a moment she played with Logan, guiding the velvet tip of him back and forth over the aching nub of her own arousal, before pulling back and doing it again.
“Libby!” He shuddered several times, his fingers flexing almost painfully against her waist. He was strong enough to take matters into his own hands but he clearly enjoyed what she was doing, letting her have control of the moment. As she teased and tormented him with the promise of heaven he put his mouth
against her neck, attacking her soft flesh with tender yet savage nips.
“You like that?” she asked, recalling his words to her from another time. She could feel his unmistakable smile against her throat.
“Maybe just a little.”
“What about this?” She guided him deeper into her welcoming body, and then pulled back.
Logan shuddered. “You keep doing that and I’ll finish without you.”
Her husky laughter boomeranged around them as she continued to manipulate the situation. “Is that a threat,
Fireman?” Libby figured he was good for one more tease.
Before he had a chance to realize what her intentions were she scooted back, bent down and took him in her mouth. As his penis glided past her lips she took note of the velvet strength against her tongue. The taste of lust on the tip of his shaft exploded on her taste buds, causing little sounds of pleasure to escape her. She got caught up in the moment, the musky scent of his sex driving her on.
His low groan sounded like a man on the verge of dying. But if it was pain he was feeling, it didn’t prevent Logan from stretching his legs out and arching his hips so that Libby was able to take more of him into her mouth. His hands clutched at her shoulders in a response he clearly couldn’t control.
“Oh, God!” Logan groaned, sucking in his breath. “Baby…”
Libby’s tongue began to explore the hardened length of him from the tip to the base back to the tip again. Her teeth gently raked the steel power of his flesh. When she thought he’d had enough she sat up, raised her bottom off his lap and proceeded to guide his stone-hard penis into her body. Once there the game came to an abrupt end. She moaned with pleasure; he growled something low. And his control was gone. Libby felt his hands at her hips and he began to move her so that she was riding him.
Hard and fast, he took charge of their movements, the alpha male asserting dominance over his mate.
Their eyes met and clung in the darkness. Libby felt like she was about to go up in flames. Logan knew right where to touch her, making sure his shaft brushed against the sensitive swelling of her desire every time he thrust forward. When he entered her body little mewling sounds escaped her. As the spiral of utter
completion raced through her body she slapped her mouth over his, leaving him with no choice but to ride out the journey until they were shuddering and breathless with fulfillment.
category one.
He pulled back the covers and jumped from the bed when he heard something crashing around in the backyard. The wind was strong enough to shake the house, and he could only pray the hurricane shutters held up. He was worried about the trees around the place, too. If one of them came down, it would pierce the aluminum roof like a toothpick.
He pulled the curtain back to peer out his bedroom window before remembering the shutters, and then reached for his jeans. He slipped them on, not bothering to turn on the light. He knew the power was still on though, thanks to the digital clock on the dresser. As he made his way through the darkened house, he passed his snoring grandfather where he’d fallen asleep on the sofa. Shaking his head with disbelief, Logan grinned when he noticed the weather channel was still on.
Remembering there was a flashlight in the junk drawer next to the stove, Logan retrieved it. He turned it on before leaving the kitchen to make sure it worked, then opened the door just enough to squeeze through. As soon as he stepped out onto the porch he was blasted with a sheet of wind and rain. Other noises began to penetrate Logan’s consciousness. The dim lights at the end of everyone’s driveways allowed him enough light to see the dark shadows of flying debris.
Someone’s trashcan was rolling down the street. A couple planters blew by, minus the plants. God knows where those were. Pieces of rain gutters were scattered here and there as the fragile aluminum was ripped off the houses. Someone’s wind turbine, possibly their own, was on the front lawn. As far as Logan could tell it wasn’t anything major. No one’s porches or carports were flying around. The street was flooded though. He couldn’t see if there were any trees down but daylight would provide more answers. When he opened the
screen door the wind almost tore it from his grasp. He made sure it was secure, and then dashed down the steps.
As he headed for the backyard, a light coming from Margaret’s house drew his immediate attention. He could clearly make out that she was standing in front of what he knew was the kitchen window. However, he couldn’t tell if she was doing something at the sink, or looking outside. Then a loud bang snagged Logan’s attention and his gaze shot to the large piece of metal the wind was holding hostage against the tool shed. He wondered whose house it had broken loose from. The shed door had somehow blown open too and was banging noisily against the side. As he turned to head there a beam of light hit the large oak tree to the right of him, and he came to a halt. Then he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.
At first Logan thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He couldn’t possibly be seeing Libby, walking around in the rain with a flashlight in her hands. She was obviously searching for something. Is she crazy? What does she think she is doing? A good gust of wind would pick her up without much trouble. As it was
she was having trouble staying on her feet.
She halted when her light went out. She hadn’t noticed him yet, and began slapping the flashlight against her palm to get the light to come back on. He shook his head with disbelief and made his way to her.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” he growled loud enough for her to hear him over the howling wind. He pointed his flashlight at her face. “Trying to get killed?”
She glanced up, blinking against the wind and rain, brushing wet strands of hair out of her face. She was as soaked as he was, and wearing just as little. In fact, closer inspection revealed it was a nightgown of some kind. The cloth made transparent by the rain.
She faced his anger with an unconcerned laugh. “Not really!” she yelled above the storm, blinking at the light he was shining in her eyes. “Looking for Rufus! Gram’s about to give herself a heart attack because she can’t find him! She’s frantic!”
“You’re risking your neck for a cat?” Now he knew she was crazy. “Come on!” Logan took her by the arm with every intention of dragging her back inside.
Libby pulled back. “I have to find him!” She turned toward the shed.
Groaning with frustration, Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and picked her up off the ground. He whipped her back in the direction of the house. “I’ll look for Rufus; you get your little butt back inside!”
“Logan,” Libby struggled against his arm but he had no trouble keeping hold of her. “He’ll never come to you! Let me at least check out the shed and then I’ll go back inside, I promise!”
He hesitated reluctantly, realizing she was making sense. What would it hurt to let her check out the shed? It wouldn’t take that long, and he’d be with her if anything happened. He lowered her until her feet were on the ground again. “Okay, but make it quick.”
He was right behind Libby when they entered the dark shed, drawing the door closed behind them to keep the inside from getting any wetter than it already was. A large crack remained because the door was old and bent. He felt for the light switch and flipped it on. The room was instantly bathed with the dim glow of a twenty-watt bulb. Not much light, just enough to take in the lawn mower, various tools and gardening supplies kept on hand. And the wet temptress poised directly beneath the light.
Logan’s gaze dropped, moving over Libby. She might as well be naked. Whatever she had on was plastered to her like a thin layer of tissue. It stopped at the top of her thighs, the transparency revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. Logan tried to put the brakes on where his mind was heading as his eyes rested on the fascinating curve of her buttocks. He recalled what she looked like naked, but for some unexplained reason this was far more sensual and tempting. Heightening his senses with a teasing display of what his hands had only discovered the day before. His palms tingled, he tried to swallow.
Then she whipped around to face him, an innocent smile on her face as she brushed the wet hair away. He watched her movements, letting his gaze slowly take in the clear outline of her breasts with their darker nipples, proudly pointing in his direction. When his eyes landed on the darker patch between her thighs lust swept through his body in crippling waves.
Someone caught their breath, and their eyes met. If Logan didn’t know better he’d swear the look on Libby’s face revealed she was feeling uncharacteristically shy and nervous. So unlike the self-assured, sassy little witch they both knew she was. All at once she glanced away, and he couldn’t help wondering what she
was up to. Yesterday she’d stood before him proud and naked, practically demanding he make love to her. Now she resembled more a delicate damsel in distress facing her conqueror.
“When Rufus is frightened he’ll hide almost anywhere,” she said, looking everywhere but at Logan. Is her voice trembling? “He likes people to believe he’s big and bad but inside he’s really just a big baby.” She moved to an old desk that Vincent used for a worktable. “Rufus?” her soft voice coaxed.
She bent over the desk to peer behind it, and seeing how her wet nightgown outlined her shapely bottom, Logan lost it, achieving a hard-on in record time. He sucked in his breath, his body twitching with awareness recalling how good it felt sinking inside her welcoming body. Logan moved behind Libby, pinning her against the desk, not quite sure what his intentions were. Only knowing he needed to feel her against him like he needed air to breathe.
Catching her unaware, he felt her slight jump. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked gruffly against her ear. Logan brought his arms around her and covered her breasts,with his hands. He thrust his hips, letting her feel the power of his erection against her bottom. “Oh!” she cried again, this time with soft acceptance.
Logan closed his eyes and groaned low. If he had any doubts Libby was receptive to his boldness the thought went right out the window the moment she pressed her bottom against his cock.
“There’s a damn storm out there, Libby, and all I can think about is a repeat of what we did in the pool house.”
Her soft laugh filled the small room, heard above the pounding rain on the tin roof. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” she admitted. “I’m embarrassed at how, ah, slutty I acted with you.”
“Do you know what I think?” he whispered, caressing her breasts and nipples and noticing how perfect they felt in his palms. Like they belonged there. “I think you’re a witch and you put a hex on me.” He sucked in his breath when she arched her back, forcing her bottom more fully against him. His knees actually buckled in weakness.
She laughed again, trembling wildly. “My great grandmother was said to be a witch,” she confessed.
Growling low, Logan leaned forward and put his mouth against her collarbone. His kisses traveled a slow path to the graceful arch of her neck, where she tilted her head so he could have better access. He closed his teeth over her in a gentle love bite, and then sucked the brief pain away. Libby shivered wildly, turning her face toward him with a sigh of longing on her lips.
Logan didn’t think twice about accepting her silent invitation. His mouth swooped down on hers, parting her sweet lips and thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed around them. It would be so easy to lose control with Libby. But did he want to use her in that way?
The truth was Logan didn’t have the strength to pull away. His arousal pounded full and heavy behind his zipper, demanding he do something about it. His heart was beating rapidly to keep up with the rush spiraling through his blood. And the hungry movements of Libby’s body as she writhed against him, her audible whimpers, seemed to indicate she was working toward that same goal.
Logan forced himself to break their heated kiss. “Libby…God, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, out of breath.
“You would never hurt me, Logan,” she gasped right back.
“I’ve never felt like this with anyone.” Not what he wanted to hear right then. “Besides, how can something that feels this good hurt me?”
He knew of several reasons why. His mind was clouded with desire, and his body ached with the need to make love to her. Yet it didn’t keep him from having a conscience. Libby knew the score; he’d made sure of that from the beginning. He should release her and step back; she deserved better than this.
“Logan?” Libby whispered. “Did you fall asleep on me?”
He burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it. “Hell no, honey.” He turned her around so that she was facing him,
keeping her close. “Just let me hold you for a moment,” he breathed raggedly, encircling her in his arms. Libby placed her head against his chest.
Her arms glided around him, her hands brushing the moisture off his naked shoulders and down his back. Logan tried to calm his body down, ignore the soft woman in his arms who smelled of rain and something sweetly wild. But every breath she took made him aware of her in every way. And there was the obvious problem of his hard-on, which was nestled against her demanding attention and straining toward the pleasure it would find in her body.
“What are you afraid of, Logan?” she asked against his chest, her warm breath singeing his bare flesh. “I thought we had an understanding; sex for sex, nothing more, nothing less.”
In spite of what he was feeling, Logan stiffened at her question. What was he afraid of? Falling for a little witch with flaming hair and sparkling eyes? Afraid he wouldn’t be able to walk away? Whatever the answers were he wanted Libby more than he’d ever wanted another woman.
“Is it so bad wanting to make love to me?” Whether she was aware of her actions or not, she moved her lower body against his, keeping him hard and hungry.
Was that her tongue against his skin? He jerked back so he could meet her eyes. “I want you so much that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Logan confessed fiercely. “You should know better than to bait an aroused man.”
“What if I said I want you too?” she asked huskily, her eyes half closed with desire. “Right here…right now.”
Logan half expected her to remove her clothes as she had in the pool house. Instead, she did something just as shocking. She gave him a shove, at the same time bringing her hands up to cup and caress her breasts through her wet nightgown. Her nipples were brown little crowns, clearly visible, taunting him to put his
mouth on them. He swallowed with difficulty.
“Libby…” He struggled to ignore the lust boiling through his blood, knowing the thin thread holding his control in check was going to snap at any moment. “Don’t…”
“You did this, Logan,” she began, throwing her head back and arching her spine, purring with pleasure as her hands caressed her breasts. “You’ve turned me on so much that I’m throbbing, too, like you,” she whispered. “If you won’t put out the fire, I’ll have to find another way.”
Her hands moved to the hem of her short gown. He watched in speechless fascination as her fingers inched the material up her thighs until there was no doubt what her intentions were. Coupled with the forbidden visual her words conjured, it was the final straw for Logan.As her fingers reached the glistening curls between her thighs, he sucked in a sharp breath and reached for her.
“What are you trying to do?” Logan slammed Libby up against his chest, practically snarling the words down at her. “Give me heart failure?”
She tried for indifference, but her tone was too husky with emotion to make it work. She laughed softly instead. “Whatever it takes….” She purposely let the sentence trail off.
“I’ve never met another woman like you,” he continued, dragging her closer, until they were nearly kissing. Then they were.
Libby immediately opened her mouth beneath Logan’s. Her hunger knew no bounds and she yearned for so much more than his kiss. Once again she’d acted shamelessly out of character with him, but the pleasure she found in just his kiss alone was worth it. All at once she found herself lifted off her feet, a strong arm wrapped around her thighs, beneath her buttocks. “What, where?” she gasped, relishing in the raw desire stamped on his handsome face.
Logan didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. As he turned he reached up and unscrewed the light bulb until the light went out, leaving them cloaked in darkness. The next thing Libby knew he lowered himself onto something. She instinctively spread her legs so she was straddling him.
They didn’t need to see to find each other. Their lips came together in a kiss of rough passion, their tongues clashing. Their hands moved over each other with growing abandon. Logan’s hands were at Libby’s waist, half caressing her while yanking her nightgown up out of the way. Breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and took a breast in his mouth, suckling it through the material covering it.
She cried out with pleasure. Her hands moved to the front of Logan’s jeans, surprised to find they were already unsnapped. All Libby had to do was slide the zipper down; his seeking arousal did the rest. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his possession.
“Logan!” she whispered impatiently. Did he hear the fierce pounding of her heart? He lifted his hips long enough for her to roll his jeans down, freeing his member for her inquisitive fingers. Libby’s hand encircled his hot flesh eagerly, gaining a groan from Logan that rivaled the ever-present thunder booming outside.
“Damn!” he gasped with obvious surprise. “Baby, you’re going to make me come…”
She covered his mouth with hers, rolling her tongue behind his bottom lip and whispering, “Isn’t that the objective?” Then laughing, she began to rock her hips so she grazed his flesh with the damp hunger between her thighs. For a moment she played with Logan, guiding the velvet tip of him back and forth over the aching nub of her own arousal, before pulling back and doing it again.
“Libby!” He shuddered several times, his fingers flexing almost painfully against her waist. He was strong enough to take matters into his own hands but he clearly enjoyed what she was doing, letting her have control of the moment. As she teased and tormented him with the promise of heaven he put his mouth
against her neck, attacking her soft flesh with tender yet savage nips.
“You like that?” she asked, recalling his words to her from another time. She could feel his unmistakable smile against her throat.
“Maybe just a little.”
“What about this?” She guided him deeper into her welcoming body, and then pulled back.
Logan shuddered. “You keep doing that and I’ll finish without you.”
Her husky laughter boomeranged around them as she continued to manipulate the situation. “Is that a threat,
Fireman?” Libby figured he was good for one more tease.
Before he had a chance to realize what her intentions were she scooted back, bent down and took him in her mouth. As his penis glided past her lips she took note of the velvet strength against her tongue. The taste of lust on the tip of his shaft exploded on her taste buds, causing little sounds of pleasure to escape her. She got caught up in the moment, the musky scent of his sex driving her on.
His low groan sounded like a man on the verge of dying. But if it was pain he was feeling, it didn’t prevent Logan from stretching his legs out and arching his hips so that Libby was able to take more of him into her mouth. His hands clutched at her shoulders in a response he clearly couldn’t control.
“Oh, God!” Logan groaned, sucking in his breath. “Baby…”
Libby’s tongue began to explore the hardened length of him from the tip to the base back to the tip again. Her teeth gently raked the steel power of his flesh. When she thought he’d had enough she sat up, raised her bottom off his lap and proceeded to guide his stone-hard penis into her body. Once there the game came to an abrupt end. She moaned with pleasure; he growled something low. And his control was gone. Libby felt his hands at her hips and he began to move her so that she was riding him.
Hard and fast, he took charge of their movements, the alpha male asserting dominance over his mate.
Their eyes met and clung in the darkness. Libby felt like she was about to go up in flames. Logan knew right where to touch her, making sure his shaft brushed against the sensitive swelling of her desire every time he thrust forward. When he entered her body little mewling sounds escaped her. As the spiral of utter
completion raced through her body she slapped her mouth over his, leaving him with no choice but to ride out the journey until they were shuddering and breathless with fulfillment.
