Lydia Michaels's Blog, page 13
February 24, 2014
Top 10 Countdown of Couples That Make Us Swoon!
# 2
Lucian Patras & Evelyn "Scout" Keats
The Surrender Trilogy
FALLING INBREAKING OUTCOMING HOME
Did you think we forgot him? Ha! Never! Lucian & Scout are definitely one of the sexiest couples EVER! Lucian is rich, arrogant, used to getting everything he desires... Scout will surrender anything...except her pride. Their relationship is volatile. Their chemistry is off the charts! And the sex... whoa Momma! If you haven't read The Surrender Trilogy yet, do yourself a favor, cancel all plans and grab all three. You won't regret it!
“There were various levels of kissing, Evelyn had come to discover. There were the kisses like cute little snippets that played over lips like plucked petals, whispering childlike flirtations. Then there were kisses that left no room for argument, the kind that demanded your soul and would settle for nothing less. Then there were kisses hinting of dirty deeds in dark nights, the kind of kisses that curled one’s toes and had the potency to black out one’s mind, leaving a girl never quite sure if she had been kissed or fucked .
Then there were kisses like the one she was receiving now, kisses that ran the gamut of all emotions too intense to speak. Lucian’s hold was relentless, his touch proclaiming his potent need. His mouth whispered sweet desperations, and she tasted his fear like a drug flowing into her until desperation caught fire and the fear abated. Kisses like this were confusing. It was a kiss of heroic suicide. The kind soldiers gave their young brides before going to war, knowing they might never have a chance to kiss them so again.”
~Evelyn "Scout" Keats BREAKING OUT {The Surrender Trilogy}
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Lucian Patras & Evelyn "Scout" Keats
The Surrender Trilogy
FALLING INBREAKING OUTCOMING HOME
Did you think we forgot him? Ha! Never! Lucian & Scout are definitely one of the sexiest couples EVER! Lucian is rich, arrogant, used to getting everything he desires... Scout will surrender anything...except her pride. Their relationship is volatile. Their chemistry is off the charts! And the sex... whoa Momma! If you haven't read The Surrender Trilogy yet, do yourself a favor, cancel all plans and grab all three. You won't regret it!
“There were various levels of kissing, Evelyn had come to discover. There were the kisses like cute little snippets that played over lips like plucked petals, whispering childlike flirtations. Then there were kisses that left no room for argument, the kind that demanded your soul and would settle for nothing less. Then there were kisses hinting of dirty deeds in dark nights, the kind of kisses that curled one’s toes and had the potency to black out one’s mind, leaving a girl never quite sure if she had been kissed or fucked .
Then there were kisses like the one she was receiving now, kisses that ran the gamut of all emotions too intense to speak. Lucian’s hold was relentless, his touch proclaiming his potent need. His mouth whispered sweet desperations, and she tasted his fear like a drug flowing into her until desperation caught fire and the fear abated. Kisses like this were confusing. It was a kiss of heroic suicide. The kind soldiers gave their young brides before going to war, knowing they might never have a chance to kiss them so again.”
~Evelyn "Scout" Keats BREAKING OUT {The Surrender Trilogy}
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February 21, 2014
Top 10 Countdown of Couples That Make Us Swoon
# 3
Cain Hartzler & Destiny Santos
Destiny Calls{The Order of Vampyres 3}
Evil vampyre enemy turns hero after sacrificing his destiny for his twin brother's happiness... What is a vampyre to do? In walks Destiny Santos and suddenly Cain's facing pains so much greater than death itself. We can't say much more, because this is a series you really need to read in 'order', but we will say this...his emotions control the elements and things get very, very wet!
He tossed the strip of wood aside and turned to face her. Crossing his arms loosely over his bare chest, he asked, “Aren’t you spending the afternoon baking with Gracie and Anna?”“I wanted to come see what you were up to. I missed you.”He raised an eyebrow. “You look as though you’re after something.”She shrugged. Electricity arced between them. The air tightened around them, and her body yearned to be closer to him. He looked at her knowingly, and her desires only grew.“Shut the door, Destiny.”Her belly quivered, and her thighs tightened. She turned and found the heavy wooden handle to the door. She slid it to the left as a wheel attached to a pulley, anchored with a weight lowered to the ground. The interior of the barn was suddenly bathed in shadows. She faced him.“Take off your shirt.”She first removed her coat and hung it from a wooden peg on the wall. Her fingers undid the shirt. She slid the material down her arms, and goose bumps chased up her skin. It was warm for early March, but there was still a chill in the air.“Undo the rest.”She unhooked the clasp at her bra, and her breasts spilled free of the fabric.“Now come to me.”She walked slowly toward him. He didn’t move from where he leaned against the work table. He only waited for her to come to him. She stood before him, arms at her side, and waited as he looked down at her, taking in every bit of her exposed flesh. She lowered her eyes and noticed that he was aroused.His fingers lightly touched the tips of her nipples, and she shivered. He then lifted her chin and ran a thumb over her lower lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I bet you could do all kinds of sweet things with those full lips, can’t you?”Her belly clenched, and arousal flooded her panties. She nodded.“Show me.”
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Cain Hartzler & Destiny Santos
Destiny Calls{The Order of Vampyres 3}
Evil vampyre enemy turns hero after sacrificing his destiny for his twin brother's happiness... What is a vampyre to do? In walks Destiny Santos and suddenly Cain's facing pains so much greater than death itself. We can't say much more, because this is a series you really need to read in 'order', but we will say this...his emotions control the elements and things get very, very wet!He tossed the strip of wood aside and turned to face her. Crossing his arms loosely over his bare chest, he asked, “Aren’t you spending the afternoon baking with Gracie and Anna?”“I wanted to come see what you were up to. I missed you.”He raised an eyebrow. “You look as though you’re after something.”She shrugged. Electricity arced between them. The air tightened around them, and her body yearned to be closer to him. He looked at her knowingly, and her desires only grew.“Shut the door, Destiny.”Her belly quivered, and her thighs tightened. She turned and found the heavy wooden handle to the door. She slid it to the left as a wheel attached to a pulley, anchored with a weight lowered to the ground. The interior of the barn was suddenly bathed in shadows. She faced him.“Take off your shirt.”She first removed her coat and hung it from a wooden peg on the wall. Her fingers undid the shirt. She slid the material down her arms, and goose bumps chased up her skin. It was warm for early March, but there was still a chill in the air.“Undo the rest.”She unhooked the clasp at her bra, and her breasts spilled free of the fabric.“Now come to me.”She walked slowly toward him. He didn’t move from where he leaned against the work table. He only waited for her to come to him. She stood before him, arms at her side, and waited as he looked down at her, taking in every bit of her exposed flesh. She lowered her eyes and noticed that he was aroused.His fingers lightly touched the tips of her nipples, and she shivered. He then lifted her chin and ran a thumb over her lower lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I bet you could do all kinds of sweet things with those full lips, can’t you?”Her belly clenched, and arousal flooded her panties. She nodded.“Show me.”
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February 19, 2014
Top 10 Countdown of Couples That Make Us Swoon
# 4
Kelly McCullough & Ashlynn Fisher
CHASTE{McCullough Mountain 3}
There is something so delicious about the bad boy rogue of a series, known for his womanizing ways, being put on his sexy butt by the town virgin! This book truly makes our blue eyed devil sweat...and we like him all hot and bothered!
His body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but the press of him was incredibly distracting.“That’s the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.He didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard work and sunshine.”“Kelly…” she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her the way he did.He nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day. You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her body.His lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling. Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.It amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated, finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble with the dust from the gardens.Oh my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?Her knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.“Let’s go inside,” he whispered.Somehow she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”“Ashlynn…”His mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel. “Please…let me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder, each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh. Her feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”His whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”Her hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never get done.”His fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled, but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her breasts.Baiting temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like what?”“Mmm. I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you everywhere.”Holy Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second. Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would break.“No naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.“Touching?” he whispered.Oh, God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief. “I should say no.”“But?”“Maybe.”His front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide, pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”“Kelly…”“I want to go inside.”He was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But that was off the table.Her muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.It took him a second to answer. “Okay.” His hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably as red as a bell pepper.She desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench her yearning.Kelly worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter. She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.The echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can we go, Ashlynn?” Her hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”
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Kelly McCullough & Ashlynn Fisher
CHASTE{McCullough Mountain 3}
There is something so delicious about the bad boy rogue of a series, known for his womanizing ways, being put on his sexy butt by the town virgin! This book truly makes our blue eyed devil sweat...and we like him all hot and bothered!His body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but the press of him was incredibly distracting.“That’s the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.He didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard work and sunshine.”“Kelly…” she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her the way he did.He nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day. You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her body.His lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling. Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.It amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated, finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble with the dust from the gardens.Oh my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?Her knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.“Let’s go inside,” he whispered.Somehow she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”“Ashlynn…”His mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel. “Please…let me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder, each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh. Her feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”His whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”Her hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never get done.”His fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled, but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her breasts.Baiting temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like what?”“Mmm. I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you everywhere.”Holy Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second. Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would break.“No naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.“Touching?” he whispered.Oh, God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief. “I should say no.”“But?”“Maybe.”His front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide, pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”“Kelly…”“I want to go inside.”He was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But that was off the table.Her muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.It took him a second to answer. “Okay.” His hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably as red as a bell pepper.She desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench her yearning.Kelly worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter. She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.The echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can we go, Ashlynn?” Her hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”
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February 16, 2014
Top 10 Countdown of Couples That Make Us Swoon
# 5
Mason & Libby & Sean
BREAKING PERFECT
(Special thanks to Michelle,
the reader that made these awesome images!
To see Michelle's full review of Breaking Perfect CLICK HERE.)
While Liberty is a perfect mess, Mason has always brought balance to her world. But when his ex-lover Sean shows up things get beyond complicated. Each a little broken, none achieving perfect, they are only complete as three. Oh... and do we need to mention the "hallway scene"? Yeah, you know why they make us swoon among other things!
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Mason & Libby & Sean
BREAKING PERFECT
(Special thanks to Michelle,
the reader that made these awesome images!
To see Michelle's full review of Breaking Perfect CLICK HERE.)
While Liberty is a perfect mess, Mason has always brought balance to her world. But when his ex-lover Sean shows up things get beyond complicated. Each a little broken, none achieving perfect, they are only complete as three. Oh... and do we need to mention the "hallway scene"? Yeah, you know why they make us swoon among other things!
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February 15, 2014
Top 10 Couples That Make Us Swoon
# 6
Tristan & Luke
FORSAKING TRUTH{McCullough Mountain 5}
Okay... Yes, we haven't read their book yet, but we ALL WANT TO KNOW!!! Since the beginning of the McCullough Mountain series, Lydia Michaels has been torturing us with hidden hints at the love affair between ex NFL recruit, Luke McCullough, and family friend, Tristan. We are dying to read this couple's story!
Here's what we know...Tristan: Texan, long hair, yummy man scruff, loved by the McCullough Clan, adored by Luke's little sister Sheilagh, and secretly involved with Luke since...ummm...we aren't really sure how long, but it goes back before Sacred Waters.
Luke: Sexy athlete, Finn's twin, quiet, broody, lost his scholarship when he blew out his knee in college, presents himself as a womanizer, extremely discrete, and very deep in the closet. Oh yeah, he loves Tristan.
Book Details: Forsaking Truth, Luke McCullough's story, will be 5th in the McCullough Mountain series. It releases May 2014 and readers CANNOT WAIT to get the scoop on this mysterious brother!
Author's Comment: "Of all the McCullough Mountain books, Luke's may be my favorite. I've never sobbed while writing like it did while writing Forsaking Truth. It starts when they are children and we go back to the days when Colin was still in seminary, Braydon was eying a girl named Samantha Dougherty, Kelly was just a kid, and Sheilagh was a little whelp vying for the attention of her older brothers. The story ends at it's proper chronological place after Sheilagh's book, but boy are there a lot of untold secrets hidden in between. I think it's especially interesting to read a scene we remember from Sacred Waters, Skin, Chaste, or Faking It, but this time see it through the eyes of a man trapped by the pains of love. It's definitely different from the rest and I hope you all love it as much as I do." ~Lydia Michaels
Quote from Forsaking Truth: "Do you have any idea what it feels like to look into your lover’s eyes, see utter adoration only to have it banked by swift regret, because part of him will always hate that he loves you?" ~Tristan
Tristan & Luke
FORSAKING TRUTH{McCullough Mountain 5}
Okay... Yes, we haven't read their book yet, but we ALL WANT TO KNOW!!! Since the beginning of the McCullough Mountain series, Lydia Michaels has been torturing us with hidden hints at the love affair between ex NFL recruit, Luke McCullough, and family friend, Tristan. We are dying to read this couple's story!
Here's what we know...Tristan: Texan, long hair, yummy man scruff, loved by the McCullough Clan, adored by Luke's little sister Sheilagh, and secretly involved with Luke since...ummm...we aren't really sure how long, but it goes back before Sacred Waters.
Luke: Sexy athlete, Finn's twin, quiet, broody, lost his scholarship when he blew out his knee in college, presents himself as a womanizer, extremely discrete, and very deep in the closet. Oh yeah, he loves Tristan.
Book Details: Forsaking Truth, Luke McCullough's story, will be 5th in the McCullough Mountain series. It releases May 2014 and readers CANNOT WAIT to get the scoop on this mysterious brother!
Author's Comment: "Of all the McCullough Mountain books, Luke's may be my favorite. I've never sobbed while writing like it did while writing Forsaking Truth. It starts when they are children and we go back to the days when Colin was still in seminary, Braydon was eying a girl named Samantha Dougherty, Kelly was just a kid, and Sheilagh was a little whelp vying for the attention of her older brothers. The story ends at it's proper chronological place after Sheilagh's book, but boy are there a lot of untold secrets hidden in between. I think it's especially interesting to read a scene we remember from Sacred Waters, Skin, Chaste, or Faking It, but this time see it through the eyes of a man trapped by the pains of love. It's definitely different from the rest and I hope you all love it as much as I do." ~Lydia Michaels
Quote from Forsaking Truth: "Do you have any idea what it feels like to look into your lover’s eyes, see utter adoration only to have it banked by swift regret, because part of him will always hate that he loves you?" ~Tristan
February 12, 2014
CHASTE {McCullough Mountain 3}
Kelly McCullough has always gotten every woman he’s wanted. Of all the McCullough men, his charm and magnetism is unmatched. However, there is one woman he cannot have.Ashlynn Fisher is everything Kelly McCullough is not. She is quiet, shy, and—above all—virginal. After losing her heart to Kelly in grade school, no other man compares. Paths cross and temperance is put to the test when Ashlynn decides it’s time for her to find love. Kelly offers Center County’s sweetest brown-eyed girl all the guidance he can, but finds himself in a situation he never expected to face. Through chaste kisses and stolen secrets, his virility is tested and he must learn what love truly means as his selfish ways are transformed in the face of a selfless need to give her everything she wantsHis body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but the press of him was incredibly distracting.
EXCERPT
“That’s the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.He didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard work and sunshine.”“Kelly…” she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her the way he did.He nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day. You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her body.His lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling. Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.It amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated, finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble with the dust from the gardens.Oh my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?Her knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.“Let’s go inside,” he whispered.Somehow she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”“Ashlynn…”His mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel. “Please…let me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder, each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh. Her feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”His whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”Her hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never get done.”His fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled, but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her breasts.Baiting temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like what?”“Mmm. I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you everywhere.”Holy Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second. Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would break.“No naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.“Touching?” he whispered.Oh, God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief. “I should say no.”“But?”“Maybe.”His front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide, pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”“Kelly…”“I want to go inside.”He was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But that was off the table.Her muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.It took him a second to answer. “Okay.” His hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably as red as a bell pepper.She desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench her yearning.Kelly worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter. She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.The echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can we go, Ashlynn?”
Her hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”
February 10, 2014
Top 10 Couples That Make Us Swoon Countdown
# 7
Bishop Eleazar King & Larissa Hartzler
CALLING FOR A MIRACLE {The Order of Vampyres 2}
When he is solely responsible for her past misery and distrust of men, he must take accountability and show her what real love is. But after years of torture, she doesn't believe in such things and his persistence unleashes a world of hidden strength. Who doesn't like seeing the hardest man in town brought to his knees by a woman all mistakenly assumed was weak?
She opened her eyes. Pools of ice blue stared back at him.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice husky from sleep.“I told you I would catch you.”“I’ll run again.”“And I will find you again. There will be no escaping me, Larissa. I am more powerful than any male of The Order. I am used to getting what I want.”“And what is it you want, Bishop?”He pulled the quilt the rest of the way down her naked form and let it fall to the floor. Her long legs curved and pulled together, but he could not tell if she did this to entice him or because she was feeling bashful. “You know what I have come for.”“You have come to return me to Silus,” she said with a slight but meaningful sting to her voice.Slowly he shook his head. “No. Not tonight. Tonight you belong to me.”Her soft, black lashes lifted and she looked at him with a world of emotion; relief, hope, fear, trust. No, not trust, but something close. The trust one provides another just before entering into a contract perhaps. Slowly she rotated her hips again, placing her backside more firmly in the center of the mattress as if in invitation. She was magnificent, displayed before him in all of her naked beauty. Her arms lifted above her head, causing her breasts to lift and her nipples to darken and pull tight. He slowly reached for her ankles. His fingers were able to wrap around her delicate bones and then some. For being so tall, she was still rather petite. Even her smooth feet seemed exceptionally feminine and dainty next to his large hands.He slowly pulled her legs apart and lifted them off the bed. Her back slid down the mattress then arched with the new position he had placed her in. He brought her ankles close to his face. Turning slightly to his right, but never taking his eyes from her, he kissed the soft flesh. “You have broken rules, Larissa.” She looked up at him and he could tell she was feeling vulnerable. “This body.” He kissed her other ankle. “It is only meant to be shared with your mate.”“Silus is not my mate,” she said vehemently. “I am quite aware,” he commented back. “Why don’t you explain to me how you were able to reject my compulsion earlier?”“I don’t know.”“You must,” he argued in a voice so calm it was misleading.“I don’t. I just…did it.”“And what was it you did?”“All I did was say no.”“Not a word I prefer to hear from you, beautiful Larissa.”“I won’t go back. Ask me again and again I will tell you no.”He chuckled softly as he slowly moved forward and dragged the backs of his fingers over the soft flesh of her thighs. “You will.”“No.” She shook her head as if certain.He arched an eyebrow and smirked at her insolence. “No?”“No.”In a flash he dropped her legs to the side and had her pinned beneath him on the mattress. She breathed heavily and the scent of her fear filled the room. Her palms were now pressed into his heavily muscled shoulders. His body seemed to have grown instantly hard. He pressed himself firmly into the cradle of her hips to show her she was outmatched. He was bigger, older, and stronger. She would be wise to surrender.She whimpered and gave his shoulders a futile push. “Get off of me,” she said with only mediocre conviction. He ground his hips again. “I rather like it here, with you under me at the mercy of my will.” Her eyes began to dart back and forth as if she were thinking of a way to escape. “Accept it, Larissa. You are no match for me.”“No!” she shouted and suddenly Eleazar was hurtled off of her body with such force he was struck dumb. His body slammed hard against the wall and all went black.
After fleeing her oppressive marriage, Larissa Hartzler will give herself to no man, but Bishop Eleazar King has other plans. Eleazar is appalled when he discovers the always-dutiful Larissa working in an English house of sin. As the most respected immortal of The Order, Eleazar has always maintained unwavering control, but everything changes once he is called. His long-standing position of authority is threatened when his need for his mate takes hold. There is nothing that will keep him from possessing the virginal Larissa as his mate. Not even her husband. Larissa's fear of being found by Bishop King transforms into confusion when she learns he is her mate. Five times his minor and broken on so many emotional levels, Larissa knows she will be an inadequate mate for Eleazar. With gentle patience, he begins to teach her what her husband never did, and slowly awakens Larissa's desires.
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Bishop Eleazar King & Larissa Hartzler
CALLING FOR A MIRACLE {The Order of Vampyres 2}
When he is solely responsible for her past misery and distrust of men, he must take accountability and show her what real love is. But after years of torture, she doesn't believe in such things and his persistence unleashes a world of hidden strength. Who doesn't like seeing the hardest man in town brought to his knees by a woman all mistakenly assumed was weak?
She opened her eyes. Pools of ice blue stared back at him.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice husky from sleep.“I told you I would catch you.”“I’ll run again.”“And I will find you again. There will be no escaping me, Larissa. I am more powerful than any male of The Order. I am used to getting what I want.”“And what is it you want, Bishop?”He pulled the quilt the rest of the way down her naked form and let it fall to the floor. Her long legs curved and pulled together, but he could not tell if she did this to entice him or because she was feeling bashful. “You know what I have come for.”“You have come to return me to Silus,” she said with a slight but meaningful sting to her voice.Slowly he shook his head. “No. Not tonight. Tonight you belong to me.”Her soft, black lashes lifted and she looked at him with a world of emotion; relief, hope, fear, trust. No, not trust, but something close. The trust one provides another just before entering into a contract perhaps. Slowly she rotated her hips again, placing her backside more firmly in the center of the mattress as if in invitation. She was magnificent, displayed before him in all of her naked beauty. Her arms lifted above her head, causing her breasts to lift and her nipples to darken and pull tight. He slowly reached for her ankles. His fingers were able to wrap around her delicate bones and then some. For being so tall, she was still rather petite. Even her smooth feet seemed exceptionally feminine and dainty next to his large hands.He slowly pulled her legs apart and lifted them off the bed. Her back slid down the mattress then arched with the new position he had placed her in. He brought her ankles close to his face. Turning slightly to his right, but never taking his eyes from her, he kissed the soft flesh. “You have broken rules, Larissa.” She looked up at him and he could tell she was feeling vulnerable. “This body.” He kissed her other ankle. “It is only meant to be shared with your mate.”“Silus is not my mate,” she said vehemently. “I am quite aware,” he commented back. “Why don’t you explain to me how you were able to reject my compulsion earlier?”“I don’t know.”“You must,” he argued in a voice so calm it was misleading.“I don’t. I just…did it.”“And what was it you did?”“All I did was say no.”“Not a word I prefer to hear from you, beautiful Larissa.”“I won’t go back. Ask me again and again I will tell you no.”He chuckled softly as he slowly moved forward and dragged the backs of his fingers over the soft flesh of her thighs. “You will.”“No.” She shook her head as if certain.He arched an eyebrow and smirked at her insolence. “No?”“No.”In a flash he dropped her legs to the side and had her pinned beneath him on the mattress. She breathed heavily and the scent of her fear filled the room. Her palms were now pressed into his heavily muscled shoulders. His body seemed to have grown instantly hard. He pressed himself firmly into the cradle of her hips to show her she was outmatched. He was bigger, older, and stronger. She would be wise to surrender.She whimpered and gave his shoulders a futile push. “Get off of me,” she said with only mediocre conviction. He ground his hips again. “I rather like it here, with you under me at the mercy of my will.” Her eyes began to dart back and forth as if she were thinking of a way to escape. “Accept it, Larissa. You are no match for me.”“No!” she shouted and suddenly Eleazar was hurtled off of her body with such force he was struck dumb. His body slammed hard against the wall and all went black.
After fleeing her oppressive marriage, Larissa Hartzler will give herself to no man, but Bishop Eleazar King has other plans. Eleazar is appalled when he discovers the always-dutiful Larissa working in an English house of sin. As the most respected immortal of The Order, Eleazar has always maintained unwavering control, but everything changes once he is called. His long-standing position of authority is threatened when his need for his mate takes hold. There is nothing that will keep him from possessing the virginal Larissa as his mate. Not even her husband. Larissa's fear of being found by Bishop King transforms into confusion when she learns he is her mate. Five times his minor and broken on so many emotional levels, Larissa knows she will be an inadequate mate for Eleazar. With gentle patience, he begins to teach her what her husband never did, and slowly awakens Larissa's desires.BUY
February 9, 2014
Hot New Reads!
Runaway Groom(Watkin’s Pond, Book 1)Heat rating: Contains indignant old ladies, steamy sex (but not with indignant old ladies), seduction cake, and condom bouquets. Yes, we went there.
BUYThe groom is back in town. Abigail lost her best friend years ago when he ditched her at the altar like a loaf of stale bread. Now he’s back and determined to do whatever he has to—even lie, apparently—to get under her skin. Although he makes her hormones rev to life in a way that no one has since he left, she is equally determined not to fall for his boy-next-door charm.His bride-to-be is somewhat reluctant. Braxton Dean was too young and stupid to know better when he walked away. Years of trying to fill the Abby-shaped hole in his heart have left him empty, and now he’s going to win back his girl—or get over her. But first he needs answers. Particularly why she never responded to any of his letters.It might take a whole town to make this wedding happen. With the help of their friends, the two battle it out. The army? An entire town of busybodies. The prize? Happily ever after.
Forever Heat rating: 5 flamesBUY
Dean Chambray is an arrogant, handsome, undercover crime boss, awaiting a certain man he must take down. Women line up for him, but when they put out, he puts them out.Enter Amy Copeland, product of foster care, the streets and glitter of Vegas. Resolving to change her life, she abstains from relationships. These damaged souls meet, and beneath the searing lust lies a deeper sense of belonging. Cautiously building a life together, Dean falls back into misogyny. Betrayed, Amy flees.Recognizing his folly, he struggles to find her, while the pincers tighten around his small organization. Desperate, Dean resorts to kidnapping when she refuses to return. It takes patience and considerable effort to convince Amy to trust him again, and accept he loves her. Then, caught up in a pre-emptive strike, her life is at risk. Dean must rescue Amy from certain death, making her his own, forever.
Infinite Betrayal (Blood Feud 1)
Heat rating: This book contains brief scenes of torture with explicit sexual overtones that some readers might find offensive.
BUYMina Roarke has always been told she is special. In what way, she’s never fully understood…until circumstances lead her down a path of adrenaline-charged danger and blazing sexual heat, and introduce her to a world she never knew existed.
Mathias, a warrior for a secret shifter race known as the Coteri, has been ordered to protect Mina at all costs. Although his oath to protect her is paramount, can he rein in his animal instincts long enough to avoid claiming the one person he’s forbidden to have?
Call Her Mine (The Order of Vampyres 4)Heat rating: 4 flamesBUYDelilah Starling has never been a shy girl. The moment she sets eyes on Mr. Tall—Dark—and—Broody, she knows she’s going to have him. Sarcastic sexual banter leads to the best sex of her life—until he kills her.
Christian “Bastard” Schrock is an Amish immortal with no patience for social pleasantries. Rather than risking his demise, he takes what is rightfully his when he is called to his mate, an English female who owns a tattoo parlor and swears too much.
When Delilah wakes up on an Amish farm—not dead, but no longer mortal—she is outraged. Mr. Sexy-Pants has turned out to be a delusional maniac set on ruining her life, which he’s already stolen without her permission. Christian is at wit’s end with his belligerent, stubborn, mate. He demands obedience, but never has he faced such frustration as Ms. Delilah Starling. Worst of all, he’s falling in love with her.
Trusting Patience (Patience Series 3)Heat rating: 4 flamesBUYAfter a scorching hot kiss that happened years ago, Jesse Daniels has wondered what it would be like to have something more with her longtime best friend. The only problem is, besides some mild flirting, Bradley Lawrence has never hinted at sharing her feelings. In fact, he doesn’t even remember the kiss.Bradley has many loves—his hometown, farming…and women. For the most part he lives a carefree life with no plans of changing—until he discovers the feelings Jesse has secretly had for him. Now, she is all he can think about, and it’s going to take a lot of convincing to get Jesse to see that he is a changed man. But in the end it all comes down to one simple fact—is it worth the risk of ruining their friendship over the possibility of finding love?
A Little Slap and TickleHeat rating: Erotic, BDSM, hot-Hot-HOT!
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Eliza’s stuck in a lacklustre, dead-end slump after coming home with her graduate degree to a slippery job market and her brother’s fold out couch. Unable to circle newspaper ads for another second and desperately crawling into sexual fantasy to escape her dismal reality—Eliza takes her escapism a step further when she agrees to go to the Renaissance Faire with her best friend, Dru.Her whole world shifts when Eliza meets Hunter, a quirky, mysterious leather worker who runs a booth at the faire. He’s been a platonic friend of Dru’s for ages and supplies her with homemade BDSM bedroom toys—toys that he’s more than willing to demonstrate with Eliza once the faire closes. But can Eliza give up control in order to trust that one of her biggest fantasies will live up to her expectations? Hunter’s skills as a dominant force Eliza to trust herself again and Hunter finds himself with a feisty submissive that pushes more of his buttons than he ever thought possible. Together they push themselves farther than any fantasy, until their lives are never the same again.
Desires SecretsHeat: 4 flamesBUYTwo and a half years after her first visit to Desires, Stacie Clifford’s life has done a 180. Settled and happy with her beloved Dan, baby Ryan has completed their lives.When Dan suggests revisiting Desires for some sexy couple time away, Stacie is unaccountably cautious until she finds that Angel will not be there. She didn’t know why, but she always had a gut feeling that Angel was not to be trusted. With Angel out of the way, she and Dan, together with their good friends Jason and Chrissie, proceed to indulge in the many and varied delights of Desires. Stacie even decides to explore some of her own secret fantasies. But events soon take a dramatic turn, threatening to shatter Stacie’s new, happy life. What secrets lurk inside the walls of Desires?
Deep Fried Sweethearts (Holidays in Lake Point 2) Heat rating: 3 flames BUY
Michaela O’Keefe is in over her head with her restaurant, The Midway. Her ad for an assistant manager brings Owen “Tag” Montague to her doorstep. With an impeccable resume and dozens of letters of recommendation, she has little choice but to give him a chance. Ten years her junior, Tag sets her long-dead libido humming, but she gave up on love and her instincts on men years ago.Tag has had a crush on his new boss since his youth, but he’s determined to prove he can do the job. Still, he can’t resist the urge to make her blush down to her toes as often as possible. He knows her rough past in life and love makes it hard to trust, and he’s wary of crossing the line he so desperately wants to.Just when they manage to figure out how to work and play together, Michaela’s ex does all he can to destroy their budding love. When push comes to shove Michaela’s inability to give Tag the benefit of the doubt might destroy everything.Learning to trust herself again is the hardest lesson Michaela will ever have to learn – and by the time she does, it may be too late for love.
The Mason's Mark: Love and Death in the TowerHeat rating: 3 flamesBUY
In both the best and worst first day at work ever, docent Claire Wilding meets the man of her dreams, but her carefully rehearsed guided tour of the George Washington National Masonic Memorial falls apart when she discovers a dead body. Together with Detective Ernest Angle, she's drawn into a dark world of black ops and Italian renegade masons. Also cloaked in mystery is her new love Gideon Bliss. A George Washington expert, he haunts the Memorial, his manner evasive. What is his secret? Claire fears she'll fall in love with him only to learn he's a thief or even a murderer. Juggling two eccentric mothers, an inquisitive sister, and an increasingly smitten Ernest, Claire must find answers to a complex web of intrigue, including which black ops agent to trust, whether our first president strayed, and if she and Gideon will ever be together.
February 7, 2014
Top 10 Couples That Make Us Swoon Countdown...
# 8
Colin McCullough & Sammy Dougherty
SACRED WATERS {McCullough Mountain 1}
Because their passion burned brighter than every dawning day and through stolen kisses and secret desires nothing replaced the fear of returning to reality, a reality where Colin would become a priest and Sammy would forever love a man that belonged to God.
She looked down unsure what to do. She should stand, but she wanted to stay. His hand slowly lifted to her chin and turned her to face him. His eyes looked as though he had been to hell and back.
“You’re a temptation I cannot seem to outrun, Samantha. And now I’m going to kiss you again. Tell me I can kiss you one more time.”
She was suddenly very aware of her body. The weight of her panties, the fact that she’d come into his room in nothing but a tank top, the pull of her breasts against the ribbed fabric of her shirt as her nipples chafed with each pull of her lungs, the spot where his naked thigh touched hers, and the way he looked into her eyes and saw a part of her everyone else seemed to somehow overlook, it was all too much.
“Colin—”
“Please.”
She knew it was wrong, but what was she supposed to do? She wanted him to do it! Slowly, she nodded.
He leaned into her and captured her mouth as if he had been waiting to do that since the moment they last broke apart. His hands found her hips and coasted across her back as his chest pressed into hers and he lowered her to the bed. Her mind cried danger, but her hormones didn’t seem to care.
He kissed her like a man starved for the affection. His mouth tasted of sweet liquor and that earthy flavor she associated with him and him alone. It was nothing like the first kiss or even the second for that matter. He got better by miles with each intimate second.
Her legs reflexively curled closer to her chest as she pressed her thighs together. He licked at her mouth, whispering words of pleasure with each couple of breaths. The heat of his palm coasted back to her hip and stopped just over the cotton band of her panties. His fingers slid under the fabric and touched her hip there.
“So soft you are, Samantha. I had never imagined you would be this soft.”
Colin McCullough has always known the path his life would take and at summer’s end he will finally make his Holy Orders. But what should have been a relaxing summer in the mountains with his large Irish family turns into an interlude plagued with temptation the moment his brother brings home the enchanting Samantha Dougherty. When Samantha agrees to spend her summer break with Braydon McCullough she soon realizes his intentions are not what they seemed. While coping with Braydon’s assumptions that they are in a relationship, Samantha’s vacation only becomes more complicated when she meets his older brother, Colin, the soon to be priest! What was intended to be a peaceful holiday turns into an unforgettable experience of loyalty, lust, sacrifice, courage, and love.
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Colin McCullough & Sammy Dougherty
SACRED WATERS {McCullough Mountain 1}
Because their passion burned brighter than every dawning day and through stolen kisses and secret desires nothing replaced the fear of returning to reality, a reality where Colin would become a priest and Sammy would forever love a man that belonged to God.She looked down unsure what to do. She should stand, but she wanted to stay. His hand slowly lifted to her chin and turned her to face him. His eyes looked as though he had been to hell and back.
“You’re a temptation I cannot seem to outrun, Samantha. And now I’m going to kiss you again. Tell me I can kiss you one more time.”
She was suddenly very aware of her body. The weight of her panties, the fact that she’d come into his room in nothing but a tank top, the pull of her breasts against the ribbed fabric of her shirt as her nipples chafed with each pull of her lungs, the spot where his naked thigh touched hers, and the way he looked into her eyes and saw a part of her everyone else seemed to somehow overlook, it was all too much.
“Colin—”
“Please.”
She knew it was wrong, but what was she supposed to do? She wanted him to do it! Slowly, she nodded.
He leaned into her and captured her mouth as if he had been waiting to do that since the moment they last broke apart. His hands found her hips and coasted across her back as his chest pressed into hers and he lowered her to the bed. Her mind cried danger, but her hormones didn’t seem to care.
He kissed her like a man starved for the affection. His mouth tasted of sweet liquor and that earthy flavor she associated with him and him alone. It was nothing like the first kiss or even the second for that matter. He got better by miles with each intimate second.
Her legs reflexively curled closer to her chest as she pressed her thighs together. He licked at her mouth, whispering words of pleasure with each couple of breaths. The heat of his palm coasted back to her hip and stopped just over the cotton band of her panties. His fingers slid under the fabric and touched her hip there.
“So soft you are, Samantha. I had never imagined you would be this soft.”
Colin McCullough has always known the path his life would take and at summer’s end he will finally make his Holy Orders. But what should have been a relaxing summer in the mountains with his large Irish family turns into an interlude plagued with temptation the moment his brother brings home the enchanting Samantha Dougherty. When Samantha agrees to spend her summer break with Braydon McCullough she soon realizes his intentions are not what they seemed. While coping with Braydon’s assumptions that they are in a relationship, Samantha’s vacation only becomes more complicated when she meets his older brother, Colin, the soon to be priest! What was intended to be a peaceful holiday turns into an unforgettable experience of loyalty, lust, sacrifice, courage, and love.BUY
February 6, 2014
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CHASTE {McCullough Mountain 3} is #1 on Secret Cravings Publishing's Bestseller list! Get your copy here!
