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May 29, 2012
Who Said It Wednesday… #3 of 2012
Here’s the quote - “Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you … You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.”
This is an easy one! Who said it and from what movie?
May 27, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #19 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
May 25, 2012
Special! First Kiss Friday – Angel’s Assassin coming July 3rd!
This is the first kiss in my upcoming medieval romance novel Angel’s Assassin. Look for it in July 2012!
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Damien ran his fingers through her hair. Sun-touched locks, more precious than gold, softer then velvet. He put his mouth close to her ear. “You look lovely with your hair down.”
Aurora inhaled a slight gasp.
His hands glided through her hair, gently working through any resistance. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder, his fingers softly skimming her neck.
She was not resisting! She stood before him, letting him take down her hair. He would have to move slowly. Slowly, so as not to frighten her. He dipped his head, running his lips along her throat. She tasted salty and smelled of fresh roses.
Aurora tilted her head slightly, giving him better access to her neck.
And he took her invitation, kissing her neck. He ran his tongue languidly up to her nape and then down again. Damien set his hands on her shoulders, gently with a feathery touch, so she wouldn’t even notice. He gently nipped her neck and she gasped in startled excitement as he began to suck her tender skin. His hands slid easily down her arms, arms pressed so tightly against her sides that his fingertips touched the soft globes of her bosom. He pulled her tight against him so she could feel the heat of his body, feel the hardness of his manhood.
Aurora gasped, rolling her head to her shoulder as the tender caress of his mouth moved to her ear, sending shivers of delight throughout her body.
The little nymph even moved her bottom against his manhood. How he longed to take her right there. How he longed to throw up her skirts and have her, but he forced himself to move slowly. He didn’t want to frighten her. He didn’t want her to bolt. Slowly, his fingers began a soft caress of her arms, moving up and down between her arm and the side of her breasts, feeling the soft fullness of them. Her muffled groan encouraged him and he lifted his forefinger to run it over the sensitive tip of her breasts. A gentle intake of her breath allowed him to press a little harder as he slowly traced her nipples. He circled them, moving his fingers round and round them until they were hard pebbles. Then he allowed two fingers to circle her nipples in larger and larger circles.
Aurora closed her eyes as wonderful tremors raced down her body. His lips were working magic on her neck and she could not summon the will to stop him from touching her. Her knees weakened.
Damien moved his hands beneath her breasts, cupping them, allowing his thumbs to take the place of his fingers, rubbing, caressing, gently squeezing.
Aurora felt the change in his caresses then. More demanding. More intense. There was no pretense about what he was doing. His hands moved up to cover her breasts. She whirled out of his hold and backed away.
Damien was not to be put off. A dark intensity burned in his eyes. He stalked her.
Aurora continued to move away until her back hit a tree. She turned to move, but Damien’s arm blocked her path. She whirled the other way, but his other arm was there, trapping her.
“Admit it,” he whispered, his voice husky.
Aurora pressed herself back against the tree and lifted her gaze to meet his.
“You liked it,” he coaxed softly, delight shining in his eyes.
“No,” she answered fervently, again turning to flee.
This time, Damien stepped in close. Their bodies weren’t touching, but he was so close he could feel the heat from her body. “Liar.”
Aurora shook her head, denying his accusation.
“I’ll prove it.” His lips were almost touching hers, so close. “You will lift your lips for me to kiss.”
Aurora shook her head. She looked away, her eyes darting across his bare chest as if searching for a way of escape.
Damien bent his arms, bringing his face close to hers. He moved his lips near her forehead, not touching, but wanting to. He slowly lowered his mouth down over her cheek to hover over her lips. He could feel her sweet breath on his lips. He wanted to taste her, feel her against him. He was so hard he thought he would explode. So close to her.
Her lids drooped over her eyes. “Damien,” she whispered in a shaken voice.
“I know you want to,” he coaxed. “Let me kiss you. Lift your lips to me.”
Her mouth was open, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She lifted her head just slightly but not enough to be a surrender. Her nose touched his, sending tingles of desire through his body. It was such an innocent gesture, so tentative.
His lips skimmed hers. She was so tantalizing. So breathtaking. Just a kiss. One kiss. “Aurora,” he called.
Aurora lifted her eyes to his, lifted her lips to his, giving in to the temptation.
May 23, 2012
Who Said It Answer! #2 of 2012
The quote was “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t forget it.”
Ethel said it to Norman in On Golden Pond! Did you get it right?
May 22, 2012
Who Said It Wednesday… #2 of 2012
Ready for the next one? Here’s the quote – “Listen to me, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor. Don’t forget it.”
Who said it and from what movie?
May 21, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #18 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.” – Abraham Lincoln
May 17, 2012
First Kiss Friday – The Angel and the Prince
Here’s the first kiss from my romance novel The Angel and the Prince.
His gaze boldly traveled the length of her body. The light from the candle made her nightdress virtually transparent, allowing him to absorb every curve. She watched as his breath became shallow.
She took another step, and another, until she was directly in front of him. How she wanted him to touch her! The ghost of a smile crossed her lips at the irony. She had finally found a man she wanted to touch her – and he was the enemy. As she looked up into his black eyes, she saw his frown of confusion and irritation. She wanted to comfort and reassure him. Ryen reached out a hand, meaning to stroke the wound on his cheek, but Bryce flinched at her touch and drew back. “I won’t hurt you,” she whispered, realizing the absurdity of the statement as soon as it had left her lips. The scar that would form on his cheek would be permanent proof of her harm. She withdrew her hand and took a step away from him.
“What do you want from me? Why did you summon me here?” Bryce inquired.
She looked away from him and stepped back toward her sleeping mat. “You are a handsome man.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “Am I here to discuss my looks?”
Perhaps it was ridiculous, Ryen thought. Men never seemed to have a problem with taking what, or who, they wanted. Maybe I’m making this more complicated than it should be. She raised herself up, straightening her shoulders. She boldly took a step toward him. “In a way, yes,” she answered. She watched the frown etch its way into his brow. I am not afraid, she told herself, and approached until she stood before him. He is my prisoner.
“I will tell you nothing,” he snarled. “Even if you give me more of your poison.”
“I do not want to know anything else.” Ryen raised a hand to his arm, marveling at the strength and elegance of his muscle. He clenched his fist and the muscles bunched as she touched them. The explosive power that moved beneath her fingertips amazed her. With her heart pounding, Ryen traced her fingers across his upper arm to his chest.
“What do you think you’re doing, woman?” he demanded.
“Your presence has been a…distraction to me. I sought to cure it.” She looked up and saw those dark eyes hovering over her. His black hair washed over his mighty shoulders. She raised a hand to touch his thick mane.
Bryce pulled back instantly, gazing at her fingertips out of the corner of his eye, searching for the white powder.
Ryen wrapped her fingers tightly in his hair, leaning into his strong chest. “Do you fear my touch?” she wondered in a soft whisper.
Bryce’s black eyes scanned her face, but Ryen could not read his thoughts. His dark look lowered over her neck and down to where her chest pressed tightly against his. She shuddered slightly as if he had touched her there.
Then his eyes rose back to hers. “Loathe is more like it.”
She felt the lie through his leggings and smiled. “Your body betrays you.”
“Step away from me, witch,” he snarled.
Ryen never took commands well. Especially from one of her prisoners. She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. At first, they were unmovable, like a rock wall, but suddenly they parted and the hot passion he was trying to hide was released. His tongue slipped into her mouth, warring with hers. His face pressed hard and demanding against her own.
Then, with a groan, he ripped his head to the side, away from her lips.
“Do not forget who is the prisoner here,” she purred. She couldn’t resist the urge to run her hands over his broad chest. He was like a sculpture carved from pure marble. There was not a flaw. As if molding the marble with her own hands, they followed the curve of his torso down to his leggings. She ran her hands along his clothing. Is the part covered by his leggings as perfect as the part that is bare? she wondered. She wanted to see the rest of him, to touch him and marvel at the exquisite details of his rippling muscles. But she couldn’t. She drew her hands away.
“Afraid?” he taunted.
The dare was enough. Her hands moved to his leggings and untied them. Suddenly she stopped, stepping away from him. She was trembling all over and she knew it wasn’t from anger. She raised her eyes to his, searching for something – guidance, anything!
Bryce took a step and he was touching her again. His black eyes burned into hers. “Untie me,” he whispered.
May 16, 2012
Who Said It Answer! #1 of 2012
Did you get it? The quote was – “Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.”
Baby said it to Johnny in Dirty Dancing!
May 15, 2012
Who Said It Wednesday… #1 of 2012
I’m starting a Who Said Wednesday. I’ll post a line from a movie and let’s see how many people can come up with the movie it was in and who said it. Ready? Here’s the quote –
“Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.”
Who said it and from what movie? I’ll post the right answer on Thursday! Good luck!
May 13, 2012
Inspirational Quote Monday! #17 of 2012
It’s Inspirational Quote Monday! Here’s the quote for the week – “People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.” – Unknown
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