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September 27, 2014
CRASH LANDING celebrates TWO YEARS ~ Read a SEXY excerpt! #FREEread #NSFW #erotica
Hello my dear readers! I’m excited to announce that my second erotica story for Decadent’s The Edge line, CRASH LANDING, is two years published today. So, I’m going to share with you a smokin’ hot excerpt from the story. But first, a bit about Crash Landing…
~ CRASH LANDING ~As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?
Nominated for Best Sci-Fi / Space Opera Ménage Romance in the 2013 Erotic Ménage Romances Fan Choice Awards
An All Romance Category Bestseller
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~ EXCERPT ~
Cael gasped, bolting upright. He peeked around the room, the same place he’d woken before. He swept off the sheet covering him. All of his bandages had been removed, leaving only slight scarring on his blue skin. He stretched his arms into the air, surprised by his lack of discomfort. Had his captors healed him? Why? And how long had he been out? He needed to escape before they came back.
His semi-hard cock strained for attention and with the need to urinate. One thing at a time.
Bracing his hands on the table beside him and the platform where he’d slept, he rose to his feet. He waited for the dizziness to take over, as usual when he sat up after lying down for what seemed like forever. But it never came. All his grogginess and aches had dissipated. His limbs no longer throbbed. Had whatever they injected into his veins helped to cure his injuries?
He shuffled toward the nearest door, hands extended, ready to catch himself if he stumbled. He didn’t believe he could come as close to dying as he had and not be attached to medical equipment to keep him alive. Unless he’d been unconscious for weeks, or even months. Maybe Terrans had extraordinary healing abilities his people were not aware of.
When he reached the door, he pushed it open, finding fixtures of white porcelain. A bathroom. From the images he’d studied, he found the toilet and relieved himself, thankful that part of his anatomy still worked.
Something thumped against the wall behind him. He spun around. No one else occupied the room. Strange. Was he about to meet the Terran who had rescued him?
“Oh, God,” a woman moaned. “Harder.”
English. A language he recognized. He stood up straight and listened for more. What kind of place is this?
“Fuck me harder, Mare. Make me come.”
He pressed his ear against the wall. His cock went rigid in anticipation. Yep, no damage there.
When another cry of pleasure penetrated through the wall, he spun around to find out whose voice he heard.
Creeping back into in the first room, he glanced around for another door, a way out, a path to the female receiving pleasure from somebody named Mare.
He found an opening in the wall—unnoticed earlier when he’d been in a rush to relieve himself—leading to a narrow hallway with a door at the end. Turning the handle, he rejoiced he hadn’t been locked inside like a prison, and set out in search of the fucking couple. No one would have rescued him or treated his wounds if they wanted him dead. At least he hoped.
Slinking through a wider corridor, he peeked to his left and right, waiting for more noise to indicate which direction he should go.
“Oh yeah, baby. You know how to suck it.” A man this time, his words coming out as a long sigh.
Cael grabbed his own dick and squeezed. He wanted to at least watch the couple before he jizzed. On his planet, sex was limited to mating couples and confined to the cubiculums at Narien Stadium. But the security posted outside hadn’t stopped him from sneaking through the vents to watch the fornication.
He rushed to the right, his rod too hard to wait. The slurping, sucking, and cries of pleasure continued as he reached the entrance behind which the action took place. The door ajar, he dared a quick glimpse into the room. With a gasp, he stepped back into the hall, but could not take his eyes off the sight in front of him.
With her rounded pink ass and swollen sex folds in full view, a woman went to work sucking off a man. The musky scent of her desire wound through his nasal passages and drew him closer. She rested on her hands and knees on a platform, while the guy kneeled in front of her. But unlike any beings he had ever seen on the vids of Earth, the guy had blue skin. Not his deep, almost indigo shade, but lighter, closer to the color of the water he’d landed in. Long blond hair flowed over his shoulders, onto his muscular chest.
The man held the woman’s shoulders with his webbed hands—yes, webbed hands—drawing her on and off his dick. “You have the mouth of an angel.” He threw his head back and thrust faster and faster between her lips.
The sight stimulated Cael. They weren’t trying to make babies; it seemed they were having sexual relations for pleasure. He yearned not only to bury his face in the wet pussy in front of him, but to taste the man’s blue dick, feel it inside of him. Back on Narien, he’d crafted his own devices made from the soft, flimsy bark of the totmos plant, to experience the pleasure both men and women felt in the stadium, why they cried out during mating, but never seemed injured. And learn he had, anxious to be ready when he reached his thirtieth year and was allowed to mate. He’d turned that age a half year ago, with no one on his ship to be his partner. Would he finally have an opportunity?
When the man lowered his head again, his brilliant blue eyes flashed open, fixing on Cael.
Oh shit. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop watching.
The man slowed his movements to long drawn out strokes, but didn’t stop. “It seems our guest has finally woken up.”
September 26, 2014
Will she get her sexy on with a clone? MADE FOR HER for #MySexySaturday #eroticscifirom
Hi peeps! It’s the 61st week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
The theme this week is all about getting your sexy on…no matter what your age.
Here’s seven from MADE FOR HER, an erotic sci-fi romance about clones.
Set-up: Mikayla just learned her late husband had created clones of himself. And while the one at her door is much younger, she can’t help her attraction to him.
The clone who resembled her husband glanced around, then centered his attention on her. “Now that you’ve returned, I’m desperately hoping you’ll be back to instruct our squadron in the morning.”
She wouldn’t. She’d asked to be reassigned for the exact reason before her. She felt her heart race. Beads of sweat formed across the back of her neck. Unlike the other genetically modified Daniels, D32 was the only one to look exactly like her late husband. He and Daniel had the same large and broad build that had always made her feel safe, never threatened. His blond hair made a buzz-cut look good on his perfectly shaped head, and his eyes…they were such an intense blue that she became lost in them if she stared too long. Flashbacks of her and Daniel in bed flooded her mind, and she shook them away. The man in front of her was a clone. And she needed him to leave. “D32, what are you doing here?”
“Dare.”
“Pardon?” Was he trying to play games?
“My friends call me Dare. So, will we see you tomorrow?”
He talked with the same lilt as her husband. Why? None of the other clones had. The similarities sent comforting warmth throughout her body and messed with her head. “No, I’ve been reassigned. I’ll be training a group of fresh recruits tomorrow.”
He clenched his fists and his jaw shifted. “But I was supposed to be trained by the best. I was told that was you.”
~ About Made For Her ~
After terrorists murder the love of her life, Colonel Mikayla Jones trains squadron after squadron of the clones he brought to life, to take to the skies. When she discovers a young clone of her husband in her newest class, her world spins out of control. How can she command the look-a-like when she can’t help but yearn for him to fill an ache in her heart?
Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?
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Only for one night? ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER PLANET #audiobook is on tour! #giveaway
Today there is a book blast for the Another Night, Another Planet audiobook.
Visit any of the blogs below to listen to an excerpt from the audiobook and to enter the contest for my Intergalactic Heat 1Night Stand box set and swag!
Book Blast for September 26th
September 24, 2014
Racing Against the Clock… #CoverReveal for STAY by @AlyssaRoseIvy #NewAdult #PNR
STAY is a New Adult Paranormal Romance
and the third book in Alyssa’s The Empire Chronicles Series.
STAY will be releasing October 20, 2014!!
Cover designed by Phatpuppy Art
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About STAY:
Nothing could possibly get worse. Everything and everyone that could be in jeopardy already is, and Jared knows that he is The Society’s only hope. If he doesn’t find a way to escape he fails everyone including Vera, the bear shifter he can’t seem to get out of his head.
Casey and Toby are in love. Head over heels in love, but is their love strong enough to survive a magic so powerful that Casey’s mind is no longer in her control?
Vera will do anything to help her sister, and unfortunately that means she is well acquainted with Jared, the most frustrating man she has ever met. Now she has to find a way to fight her annoyance and growing attraction long enough to help save Levi and Allie.
Racing against the clock, all four must face their greatest fears to save The Society and all the people they love.
About Alyssa Rose Ivy:
Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.
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September 22, 2014
SCREAM! For the Cure ~ Authors taking a stand against Cancer
What it is:
The first-ever Scream! For the Cure is a multi-genre, multi-author online auction to benefit Stand Up 2 Cancer, hosted on the official Scream! For the Cure blog.
Beginning October 5th readers will have an opportunity to bid for baskets. The categories are Erotic Romance, Urban Fantasy, YA & Adult paranormal romance, and Horror/Suspense. We’ll be showcasing the baskets the week they go up for auction—detailing what’s in each basket and the contributing authors—with the auctions taking place on that Friday. In-between, we’ll also have guest posts on the blog from different authors and bloggers talking about their personal struggles with cancer, some who’ve battled the disease themselves, and some who have witnessed the ongoing struggle through someone else. It’ll also be a forum for people to talk about their experiences and maybe share some uplifting stories as well. Check out the official Scream ! For the Cure blog for more details!
Who it helps:
Stand Up 2 Cancer is one of leaders in supporting cancer research, and 100% of donations goes directly to research to end this horrible disease.
Auction Dates:
October 10
October 17
October 24
October 31
September 19, 2014
Need overpowers doubt in ALIEN LOVER #MySexySaturday #erotica #NSFW
Hi peeps! It’s the week 60 of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.
The theme this week is our sexy romance. You know those couples who seem to have it all. The ones that jet-set around the world, drive the nicest cars, live in the coolest houses. Well…this theme isn’t necessarily about them…but it could be.
The point is that it doesn’t matter what you have or don’t have. Romance happens everywhere, to everyone. It could be in the jungles of Borneo, or the thriving metropolis of a futuristic city, or even the farm country of Scotland. It doesn’t matter where. And it really doesn’t matter what they have, or don’t have either.
Here’s seven from ALIEN LOVER, a sci-fi erotica story with an HEA.
Set-up: Although Molly saw her fiance’s ship blow up, she doesn’t believe him to be dead and sets off on a mission into space to find him. When he transports onto her ship after a year of searching, she isn’t sure what to believe even after their sexual foreplay.
“How did you survive the explosion, and where did you get the Moloxian Starcruiser?”
“They transported me out of the ship and held me captive. Through some lucky wagers, I gained my freedom and transportation.”
Examining his features, she couldn’t help but think there was something different about him. But he knew her name, had a plausible explanation. Could his desire to satisfy her and his knowledge be enough to stop her subconscious from screaming out warnings?
He circled her and pressed his cock against her ass. Her need to be fucked pushed all doubts aside. She wanted him. Now. She twisted around to straddle his waist.
Without wasting a second, he plunged deep inside her.
“Oh gods.”
The man with his cock sunk into her pussy wasn’t Diego. He was even bigger and thicker than the man she loved, the man she’d lost. But who was this shape-shifting being who wanted her to think he was her fiancé? Speared by his abundant prick, she stared deep into his eyes, searching for some clue.
~ About Alien Lover ~
Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?
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September 18, 2014
The season for love ~ WIN a $75 Amazon GC with the FALL INTO ROMANCE hop! #HopsWithHeart
A HUGE thank you to author Jane Wakely from Hops With Heart
for organizing this hop!
I love Fall! It’s an absolutely beautiful time of year with all the rich colors, the warm days, and cool evenings. It is harvest time, and a season of great foods.
It is also the time for romance.
We’ve got to keep warm somehow during the cool nights up here in Canada. 
In my new adult contemporary romance, ACCIDENTAL ROMANCE, my hero and heroine fall in love during the Autumn season while working on a dairy farm. She’s the farmer’s daughter, and he’s the farmhand. But there are many things that stand in their way, including Leanne’s tragic accident as well as her interfering father.
Here’s a bit about the story followed by an excerpt…
ACCIDENTAL ROMANCE
New Adult Contemporary Romance
At twenty-two, Leanne Declan has graduated from college and hopes to take over the family farm until a tragic accident changes her life forever. Unable to do the simplest everyday chores, she must depend on her family and friends as she learns to face life’s challenges. But when her fears threaten to destroy her future, can an unexpected love be strong enough to help her dreams come true?
Clutching her hand, he gently tugged her toward the barn. “Let’s get started. Your dad’s already washing the lines. He’ll clean the stalls while we feed, all right?”
“I guess, but I’m going to slow you down.” She glanced back at the house, wondering if it was the best place for her. “You sure you want me in there?”
“Do I have to throw you over my shoulder? ’Cos I will.”
She sighed, fighting the mental images he’d created. “I know. I don’t want to be in the way. I mean, how much can I really do now?”
“I’ll be by your side.” He squeezed her fingers, giving her some reassurance along with a rush of longing. “We’ll be working as a team.”
With one last huff, she followed him to the barn, squashing down her ill-timed longing. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Increasing his speed, he tugged her behind him. “Stop making excuses. The girls are waiting.”
She rushed to keep up for fear he’d pull her off her feet. When they reached the barn, she and Jake scrubbed their boots to remove any outside contaminants. Her dad had already started cleaning the stalls, and the cart of food sat in the walkway between the mangers.
Jake grabbed the handles. “You can feed the girls. Nothing’s changed in the feeding schedule, so let’s get on it.”
Feeding. Yes, she could do that much. Two scoops for Donna, four for Lucy, all the way up and down the row then over to the calf pens. Jake pushed the cart while she filled the mangers. Maybe she could be of some use, but Jake could have done everything she’d done so far by himself. And probably much faster. Why was he so determined to have her out there with him?
She stared at Jake in his barn clothes, suddenly aware of how his pants hugged the curve of his ass. Seeing him in this new light didn’t help matters, either. With one look or a simple touch, he left her heart fluttering. Working so close to him would only leave her wanting more. Why hadn’t he made his feelings known earlier? Was he pretending in order to make her feel better about her amputation?
A throat cleared behind her. “Looking at something interesting?”
She spun around, her cheeks burning. “Are you ready to start milking, Daddy?”
He crossed his arms, eyebrows raised. “Yes, come with me into the milking room. Jake can put the food away.”
Without a backward glance, she followed him. He didn’t seem impressed at catching her staring at Jake. Her father had admitted to not liking her last boyfriend, but their farmhand was practically family. Maybe that was the problem. What if things didn’t work out? She glanced back at Jake then shook her head. Working with him would be too awkward if they dated then broke up. She’d best keep her inappropriate thoughts about him locked away.
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September 16, 2014
Wednesday in Wasteland ~ #Excerpt from Never Gonna Say Goodbye #BookBirthday #dystopian
Hello my dear readers! Well, I’m celebrating my second of three book birthdays this month. Never Gonna Say Goodbye, the third story in The Underground series, released one year ago today. It is an M/M dystopian romance that was named Best Science Fiction/Futuristic Book in LR Cafe’s Best of 2013 Awards.
Never Gonna Say Goodbye reveals what happens when The Underground rebels finally attack Planet Core, but is also a love story between the leader of The Underground, Will Garrison, and Tim Harris, a doctor for Planet Core.
Here’s a little bit about the story, followed by an excerpt. Enjoy!
~ About Never Gonna Say Goodbye ~
Rebels, former Planet Core employees, have banded together in The Underground. They fight against the policies of the corporation that owns the lease on their lives. They will have their freedom or they will die trying.
The rebellion is stirring…
Will Garrison leads the fight against the control of the corporation—he wants his people to have their rights to live and love back. Reunited with his lover, former Planet Core medic Tim Harris, the men disagree on how to take down the corporation.
And the desire for freedom…
Tim’s plan requires that he provide a distraction while Will leads The Underground’s forces in a lightning raid, but who can Will trust when he’s already been betrayed once?
May cost these men everything…
Timing is everything, because if either fails The Underground may be crushed under the weight of Planet Core once and for all.
Set-up: While The Underground did attack Planet Core, things didn’t exactly go as planned. This excerpt is in Brook’s POV, whom we meet at the end of Never Gonna Let You Go, and who is a main character in Never Gonna Desert You.
The sounds of the bustling city had been silenced. Dirt hung in the air like a thick fog, blocking her view. She crept toward the main street, one hand in front of her, unsure if anyone followed.
Step by measured step, she continued, fearing what she would find. Her stomach twisted. But she continued, determination to find Garrison steeling her nerves.
The air grew clearer, dust blanketing the ground. She turned around to see if anyone had followed. They had. Not just the first five, but several others, using their own clothing to cover their mouths.
Time to test the air. She lowered her cloth and drew in a deep breath. Not perfect, but she needed both hands for the search ahead.
She handed the key to Cherie, behind her, the one face she knew by name. “This will get you into all of the buildings. Find any survivors, treat them, and take them back underground.”
The woman nodded.
Brook glanced at the rest of her followers. “I need three people with me. Everyone else is to help Cherie.”
Spinning on her heel, she took a couple steps forward, staring toward what was once Planet Core. The former grand structure, visible from miles away, now resembled a smoking heap of twisted metal. Crumbled rock and concrete filled the glide tunnel, the only way to and from the complex. Or so she’d believed until Harris had revealed the other entrance. But which way would Garrison have come. She whimpered. Where is he?
“There!” A man stood beside her. One of her team members. Cherie’s son. “I see a hand.”
Her heart raced. Could it be Garrison? Brook glanced in the direction he pointed, right in the middle of the rubble. Yet, she couldn’t see anything.
All three men rushed forward and heaved away boulders and other debris.
“It’s him. It’s Garrison.”
Racing to catch up, Brook felt tears streaming down her face. She’d thought she’d lost him forever.
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September 15, 2014
Top 5 things NOT to do at your College Reunion by @LibbyWaterford #PassionateHistory
at Your College Reunion
by Libby Waterford
My contemporary erotic novella, Passionate History, is set during reunion weekend at a fictional New England liberal arts school. I recently attended my own college reunion at my real-life New England liberal arts school, and here’s what I learned. Have a reunion coming up? You’re welcome.
Stay in the dorms. If the beds weren’t comfortable when you were a student, then they aren’t going to be comfortable 5, 10, 20+ years later. Get a hotel room.
Get drunk at your class reunion party. No one wants to see that.
Tell your college dream guy/girl you used to have a crush on them. They’re probably happily married now and it will just make your Facebook interactions awkward.
Stint on coffee. Caffeine probably helped you pass all your classes. You’ll need it to face the same catch-up conversation with dozens of people you haven’t seen in five years and won’t see for another five.
Look up the professor that you slept with that one time (unless you are the heroine of my novella, Passionate History). Do you really want to rekindle all that drama?
For more helpful tips, check out Passionate History, and good luck facing your reunion!
Passionate History
by Libby Waterford
A contemporary erotic romance novella
On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross seduces her favorite art history professor. She doesn’t expect buttoned-up Professor Worthy to give her the best sex of her life, or anticipate that leaving him to start her post-college life would be so difficult. Their unforgettable encounter haunts her, and five years later, she finds herself back on campus for her college reunion—with a specific goal in mind. How hard could it be to convince her ex-professor to write her a letter of recommendation for graduate school?
Straight-laced Professor Aidan Worthy has adhered to his carefully-aligned morals his entire teaching career…until Bree Ross walks into his classroom. Guilt plagues him for his one transgression because that one amazing night has been seared onto his brain. When she waltzes back into his life after five years of silence, he’s not thrilled. But he can’t deny the illicit spark they once shared has not disappeared, and he worries he won’t be able to resist temptation a second time.
Over the course of the tumultuous reunion and commencement weekend at Weston University, rain, relatives, and rental cars force the two to confront their sizzling desire and burgeoning feelings. Is their passionate history enough to keep them together, or will it drive them apart?
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“Can I be of some assistance?” he asked, his voice mild. She jerked up at his words.
“Professor—Aidan,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
Good. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to find my rental car. I think I parked it somewhere around here, and I can’t exactly remember what it looks like.”
“Can’t you click the remote key? If it’s nearby the lights will go off when you unlock it.” There, his brain had produced a sensible suggestion, even as it occupied itself with cataloguing her scent, the tired smudges under her eyes, and the curve of her hips outlined by a flowy skirt.
“I would, except the only car left on the lot was some micro-budget sedan. I can’t remember the model.” She held her key out to him. “No remote entry.”
“Can you call the rental car company?”
“I tried. They’re closed.”
Aidan stood in the street, staring at her. Bree Ross. Former student. Former lover. It was unbelievably frustrating how much he still desired her. But perhaps this was the universe telling him he had a second chance to be a gentleman.
“Well, you can’t go around looking in every car on campus. You’ll get arrested. Come on, I can give you a ride.”
“Oh, no, thanks. I can walk.”
“It’s pitch black and about to rain. I’m not letting you walk anywhere alone tonight.”
“I can go to the green, to the dance. I can catch a ride with a friend.”
“Then I’ll walk you to the dance.”
“That’s all right—”
“Bree.” His voice was a warning. “Don’t be an idiot. Let me help you.”
Libby Waterford writes steamy contemporary romances. She lives in Los Angeles with her family and works off her weekly pilgrimage to In-N-Out by swimming and climbing the city’s hidden staircases.
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September 14, 2014
Can they forget the past and move on? AT SECOND GLANCE by @VickiBallante #giveaway
At Second Glanceby Vicki Ballante
Four years after her divorce, Merryn decides she’s ready to find someone. Joining an online singles site, she connects with the perfect guy. Funny, sexy, sensitive. When he suggests they meet, excitement compels her to say yes.
Kirk pines for his ex-wife, but realizes he must move forward. After several stimulating online chats, he believes she might be the one for him. Smart, sexy, willing to experiment and learn. But when he happens across his ex, all his plans fly out the window.
Will Merryn learn to relax and have fun without giving her heart? Can Kirk forget the past and become the man he longs to be?
“Where did you meet this guy?”
“Online.”
“That’s not safe.”
“I trust him.” Fire spurted from her gaze.
She’d never trusted him when they’d been married. Never let him take the lead. How come time hadn’t healed the wounds? Instead, they’d festered inside him.
Online relationship? He felt the blood drain from his head.
“What?” Panic rose in her voice. “Are you Panda?”
He considered pretending otherwise. He could make his escape now and forget about the crazy mistake of meeting a strange woman in a restaurant because of an internet connection. Then he wouldn’t remember all those times he’d tried to reach out to her and she’d pushed him away and read her book or gone to sleep. The accusing words when she’d found out he’d been looking at porn. The hatred in her eyes when she’d asked him for a divorce.
“Are you?” She collapsed on the chair opposite him.
“I…I can’t do this.” He rose. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t meet guys you don’t know.”
“It’s a public place.” There was a catch in her voice.
“I don’t remember you being so pale. Blonde doesn’t suit you.”
She wrapped her face in her hands and became as stiff as a corpse. A crack of sympathy passed through him for a moment, but he pushed it away. Yet, she was Hedge. The woman who wanted to experiment. Who hurt from a previous relationship.
He’d called himself a loser.
A laugh came out, sounding out of place, and then he laughed recklessly.
She jerked her head towards him, anger evident in the harshness of her features.
“I called myself a loser.”
“What?”
“It’s ironic, isn’t it? If we’d both gotten over all our baggage from our messed up marriage, maybe we wouldn’t be here, digging up all the past hurt.”
“I didn’t know who you were. I wouldn’t have said those things to you. It’s the first time I’ve told anyone how I feel.” She didn’t look good with her face screwed up.
He glanced at her body. Had that changed? Her breasts pressed tight against the black shirt she wore. He remembered the first moment she’d shown herself to him on their wedding night. Merryn had insisted upon waiting for that special night. Her reserve had made her all the more desirable to him. In the beginning.
What if he could have another chance to touch her body? She was still shaped to perfection. None of the other women he’d had compared to the beauty of Merryn’s body. The shape of her twins, those pink taut nipples, and the peaks contrasted against her narrow waist. The gentle dip from her slight stomach to her intimate area. He sighed.
“You still want to experiment?” He’d always been impulsive, but seriously, had he said that?
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Vicki writes erotic and fantasy romance. She loves taking her characters into an alternate world where strange and sexy things happen. She lives with her patient husband and three noisy kids in South Africa. In between being a busy stay-at-home Mom who hates housework and spends half her life cooking everything from scratch, she runs several blogs, writes under another name, and buries herself in the delightful world of her characters. When growing up, her school friends asked her if she wanted to be a nun. She always said “no.” Wonder whether they’d agree if they read her books.
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