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May 12, 2013
#SexySnippets ~
Happy Mother's Day!
Seven more from Our Piece of Sky:
I lowered my eyes to the keys in my hand. Willa had fired a few for failing to remember the rule. No one was to suspect the 'escorts' were gay. Male competition for females was the backbone of her little setup, and the money she paid underwrote my clothing habit.
“You should go after what you want.” Stepping away from my truck, the man shoved his hands in his pants pockets, sauntering across the lot like he took his tux for a walk every day around sundown.
I stared at his reflection, puzzling over what he meant.
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Seven more from Our Piece of Sky:
I lowered my eyes to the keys in my hand. Willa had fired a few for failing to remember the rule. No one was to suspect the 'escorts' were gay. Male competition for females was the backbone of her little setup, and the money she paid underwrote my clothing habit.
“You should go after what you want.” Stepping away from my truck, the man shoved his hands in his pants pockets, sauntering across the lot like he took his tux for a walk every day around sundown.
I stared at his reflection, puzzling over what he meant.
Be sure to read the sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links here, or follow on Twitter or Facebook. Thanks for dropping in. Have a great week!
May 11, 2013
A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ Women Are Bat-shit Crazy
The hot man:
Look at that grin!
Romance cover model and body-builder John Quinlan has agreed to change up our Saturday morning quickies a bit, and answer two quick questions a week. Feel free to leave a question you'd like to see answered. I'm not shy..and apparently, neither is John.
Eden: We're both huge baseball fans. What is the single, best memory you have of the game? The one shining moment that stands above all others whenever you think of the sport?
John: My 1st at-bat of my high school season I almost got hit by the pitch. On the very next pitch I hit a home run over the right field hill wall that cleared all the cars in the parking lot
Eden: Pork or lobster?
John: Lobster of course! Dipped in tons of butter.....amazing! Love that!!!!!!!!
Okay, while John's all excited thinking about hot butter, he's also excited about being nominated for Playgirl.com's Hunk of the Month. We'd both love if you'd take a moment to vote for him here.
My quickie comes from Incidental Contact (Those Devilish De Marco Men, Book #3) again this week. Eric knew two subjects well, the internal combustion engine and women. The engine was a modern miracle, dependable and predictable. He was convinced women, on the other hand, were bat-shit crazy. Some just hid the fact better than others. The shrill ring of the garage phone penetrated the cacophony of air ratchets and clattering wrenches. Dan grabbed the cordless handset between their work stations, freeing Eric to keep doing what he’d been doing—watching the short brunette in the garage’s parking lot. He'd just changed the oil and filter in Amy Sizemore's older Honda. Ever since he'd backed her car out of his bay, she'd been moving the contents of her back seat into her trunk. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been anything to watch, but when she popped the trunk, it already held so much stuff, he wondered how the hell she'd managed to get it closed. From pulling her car onto the lift, he knew her back seat resembled a closet on wheels, minus any organization that would've come from using a hanging rod. Her passenger seat was piled high with thick textbooks, folders, and assorted loose papers. Now she seemed to think all that crap was going into the already-full trunk. He'd never seen a Honda explode before, so Eric picked up a rag, swiped his fingers through the waterless soap and leaned back against his workbench to enjoy the show while he cleaned up. His youngest brother Colton had already left. They were all supposed to meet at the solicitor’s office in about two hours. He and Dan were leaving momentarily in order to go home and change before finding out what the solicitor had decided to do about the man who’d murdered their mother. "Charlotte?" With a quick glance, Eric determined Dan was speaking into the phone. He ran through his mental Rolodex of females anyway. Charlene, Charity, Charise. No Charlotte. He returned his attention to Amy. Had Colton been here, he'd have found something else to do. Amy Sizemore was strictly off limits. She was Lila's best friend. Since Lila had moved in with Colton, Amy turned up at her dinner table as often as he did. He and Amy shared a love of country music. The young woman had a great sense of humor and she was fun to kid around with. Though Eric had a distinct weakness for short brunettes, Amy was about as sexy as a telephone pole. She always looked like an advertisement for a sporting goods store. Today was no exception. The neon orange sweatshirt she wore was about three sizes too big. The way the bottom bloused around her thighs made her look like a traffic cone. She needed a haircut far worse than he did. He couldn’t have said what color her eyes were with a loaded gun to his head. Her haircut could've been made by a chainsaw. Her thick black hair always either bluntly swept her shoulders or was yanked back into a pony tail, but either way, there was always a thick fringe of bangs hanging in her eyes. Lila usually razzed her about those bangs whenever Amy umpired one of his nephew's baseball games. Colton would've offered to help her. Had Dan not been on the phone, he'd likely be standing beside Eric, muttering about the mess, right before he stalked out there to tell her how to do the job. Eric was content to watch. Women used a variety of ways to signal they needed help, and Amy wasn’t flashing any of those.He started laughing when she dropped the armload of items on the asphalt, then began yanking things out of the trunk. The pile of possessions around her feet soon reached her bumper. She stuck her head and most of her small body into the opening. The huge sweatshirt caught on the trunk latch when she emerged, causing the shirt to ride up above a pair of very low-cut jeans. Hot damn, that's one damn cute pair of dimples. "Hey, girl. Why you wanna give yo' money to a murderer?"
Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week.
Look at that grin!Romance cover model and body-builder John Quinlan has agreed to change up our Saturday morning quickies a bit, and answer two quick questions a week. Feel free to leave a question you'd like to see answered. I'm not shy..and apparently, neither is John.
Eden: We're both huge baseball fans. What is the single, best memory you have of the game? The one shining moment that stands above all others whenever you think of the sport?
John: My 1st at-bat of my high school season I almost got hit by the pitch. On the very next pitch I hit a home run over the right field hill wall that cleared all the cars in the parking lot
Eden: Pork or lobster?
John: Lobster of course! Dipped in tons of butter.....amazing! Love that!!!!!!!!
Okay, while John's all excited thinking about hot butter, he's also excited about being nominated for Playgirl.com's Hunk of the Month. We'd both love if you'd take a moment to vote for him here.
My quickie comes from Incidental Contact (Those Devilish De Marco Men, Book #3) again this week. Eric knew two subjects well, the internal combustion engine and women. The engine was a modern miracle, dependable and predictable. He was convinced women, on the other hand, were bat-shit crazy. Some just hid the fact better than others. The shrill ring of the garage phone penetrated the cacophony of air ratchets and clattering wrenches. Dan grabbed the cordless handset between their work stations, freeing Eric to keep doing what he’d been doing—watching the short brunette in the garage’s parking lot. He'd just changed the oil and filter in Amy Sizemore's older Honda. Ever since he'd backed her car out of his bay, she'd been moving the contents of her back seat into her trunk. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been anything to watch, but when she popped the trunk, it already held so much stuff, he wondered how the hell she'd managed to get it closed. From pulling her car onto the lift, he knew her back seat resembled a closet on wheels, minus any organization that would've come from using a hanging rod. Her passenger seat was piled high with thick textbooks, folders, and assorted loose papers. Now she seemed to think all that crap was going into the already-full trunk. He'd never seen a Honda explode before, so Eric picked up a rag, swiped his fingers through the waterless soap and leaned back against his workbench to enjoy the show while he cleaned up. His youngest brother Colton had already left. They were all supposed to meet at the solicitor’s office in about two hours. He and Dan were leaving momentarily in order to go home and change before finding out what the solicitor had decided to do about the man who’d murdered their mother. "Charlotte?" With a quick glance, Eric determined Dan was speaking into the phone. He ran through his mental Rolodex of females anyway. Charlene, Charity, Charise. No Charlotte. He returned his attention to Amy. Had Colton been here, he'd have found something else to do. Amy Sizemore was strictly off limits. She was Lila's best friend. Since Lila had moved in with Colton, Amy turned up at her dinner table as often as he did. He and Amy shared a love of country music. The young woman had a great sense of humor and she was fun to kid around with. Though Eric had a distinct weakness for short brunettes, Amy was about as sexy as a telephone pole. She always looked like an advertisement for a sporting goods store. Today was no exception. The neon orange sweatshirt she wore was about three sizes too big. The way the bottom bloused around her thighs made her look like a traffic cone. She needed a haircut far worse than he did. He couldn’t have said what color her eyes were with a loaded gun to his head. Her haircut could've been made by a chainsaw. Her thick black hair always either bluntly swept her shoulders or was yanked back into a pony tail, but either way, there was always a thick fringe of bangs hanging in her eyes. Lila usually razzed her about those bangs whenever Amy umpired one of his nephew's baseball games. Colton would've offered to help her. Had Dan not been on the phone, he'd likely be standing beside Eric, muttering about the mess, right before he stalked out there to tell her how to do the job. Eric was content to watch. Women used a variety of ways to signal they needed help, and Amy wasn’t flashing any of those.He started laughing when she dropped the armload of items on the asphalt, then began yanking things out of the trunk. The pile of possessions around her feet soon reached her bumper. She stuck her head and most of her small body into the opening. The huge sweatshirt caught on the trunk latch when she emerged, causing the shirt to ride up above a pair of very low-cut jeans. Hot damn, that's one damn cute pair of dimples. "Hey, girl. Why you wanna give yo' money to a murderer?"
Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week.
May 5, 2013
Guarding the Line Chapter 6 ~ The Baseball Babes Monday Night Bleacher Report
Tim Hudson got his 200th win! Congratulations, Huddy! The Braves have taken some tough losses, and as of the time I wrote this post, stand at 18-12. I have to laugh, listening to the same sportscasters who were touting the Braves as the best team in baseball before the season began. They're already crying a different tune. Now, despite all sorts of positive things happening on the field, it's doom and gloom...and I can't help but think my mother missed a career where she'd have fit right in....except for the baseball part, of course. <grin>
Last week, we left Mike with his jaw hanging open on the patio at Obsidian. Let's find out what happens behind that curtain, shall we?
“Don’t get excited,” she warned, placing her knees on the bench. “This cubicle is spoken for. They’re reserved in ninety minute increments. We only have a few minutes before the next reservation arrives. Come, sit down.” Sitting back on her calves, she patted the bench. He took the seat, looking at the bottle she’d given him for the first time. What he really wanted to look at was the enticing cleft in the full mounds above her corset, but he trained his gaze on the bottle. Bottled water, house brand. “Fuck me.” The harsh whisper came from his right. A chill teased the back of his neck, coming off the large pane of glass. It had been an unseasonably cold spring, but the rest of the small space suddenly felt over-warm. Her perfume smelled spicy, with undertones of musk. Mike wrenched off the bottle cap.“Thought you needed a cold drink. Or something.” He had no trouble seeing her wink, though he didn’t turn his head. She looked innocent and provocative at the same time. She removed the top of her bottle and dropped the cap on the counter, tapping the rim of her drink against his. “Since we have no showers here. At least, not one open to the public.”This felt like one of those situations when the batter might swing away—or bunt. The trick was to be prepared for either and not commit too soon. Stretching his legs, he lounged against the padded backrest and raised the water to his lips, relishing the cool sensation as it flowed down his throat. Warring images flickered in his mind. He pictured them together beneath a steamy spray. That vision alternated with one of taking her here, against the backdrop of the city. The water did little to ease the ache in his groin. The sighs and moans coming from either side only served to escalate his arousal. He drained the last drop of liquid. He’d swear he could feel her gaze move along his skin the way he felt his own fingers crush the plastic in his hand. She was killing him; playing with him. She worked here. She knew what happened on this patio. The spot wasn’t designed for sudden hook-ups he realized, since the curtained booths had to be reserved ahead of time. He had to suppress a grin. Nothing like a good game. “Damn, you’re such a tease.” Turning his head so he faced her, he let his desire show in his eyes, unable to resist letting his gaze fall to her breasts. “Are you going to show me that tat, or what?”The light from neighboring skyscrapers revealed her smile. “How much of it would you like to see?”He recalled the stencil's violet outlines on her shoulders, back and upper thigh, easily picturing her in the chair at Thane's. That tat went on forever. She’d have to be nearly nude for him to see all of it. If she'd stayed put long enough to get ink over the entire design, which he sincerely doubted. “Did Thane get it done? That’s a hell of a lot of ink to do in one sitting. Nobody could handle that much pain.”“Lightweight.” She shook her head slowly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Of course I got the whole thing done, despite Thane’s whining his arm was tired. No point in putting on the stencils, otherwise.”She was going to swing for the fence, he decided. “Prove it.”****Verity had foregone her chance to cavort under the full moon in favor of getting the tattoo, to hide the shameful marks from Janus' whip. Though waning, she could still feel the moon's pull in her veins, pounding as insistently as the ocean. Cradling either side of his face with her hands, she stroked his lips with both thumbs. He dropped the empty bottle. His eyes were intent, challenging, but he made no move to touch her. Yes, he'll do . She'd give him a taste now to be sure he hung around for more after her shift ended.Silently, she rose onto her knees and moved to straddle him. She felt his hands come up to cup her ass, pulling her toward his erection. He didn’t rush the contact, moving her slowly. Desire spiraled inside her belly. She lowered her lips to his, nipping his bottom lip. He made a sound deep in his throat and tugged her the final few millimeters. Through the denim and leather separating them, she could feel the thick column of his erection. Her pulse started to pound when he slid his fingers into her hair, just below her ears. She stroked one side of his face while she nipped and sucked at his mouth. The sound he uttered when he realized she was pulling at the buttons fastening his jeans vibrated through the corset into her chest, peaking her nipples.“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” he warned, pulling his head back after a particularly sharp nip.“I was thinking you might come in my hand, for starters,” she whispered. The last button on his fly gave way, letting her slip her fingers through the opening. His boxers were no obstacle. His cock sprang free. The silky, taut skin covering his erection felt hot against her palm. Verity traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, mimicking the circle she drew around the head of his cock, pausing to play in the drop of moisture on the head. To her left, a deep voice let out a series of ragged cries. From her right came the steady sound of flesh striking flesh. With a challenging look, he dropped one hand to peel down the snug cup of her corset. They locked gazes. He traced the outline of her areola. To pay him back, she slid her fingertip along the seam between his balls.“I want to make you come, too,” he whispered.“Not here.” Not with Sage roaming around. She’d take him home, if he waited for her to get off work. If. Though her lips brushed his ear, Vee smiled. She’d make certain he’d wait.
****
Mike realized he could see through the roof; overhead was just another big sheet of glass. The stars seemed to spin, making him think of the famous painting by Van Gogh, but all he’d had to drink was a shot and two beers. Her hands felt soft, but her strokes were sure. The little witch matched her rhythm to the slamming percussion made by the unseen couple to his left. Raising his hand to her waist, he pulled her closer. She raised her chin, letting her head fall back. Her grip tightened when he nipped at the peak he’d bared, much the way she’d done his lower lip. He heard her hiss. The sound had him thrusting his hips in equal parts frustration and pleasure, giving in to the silky sensation of her palm and fingers around his cock, slipping easily over his heated skin. He wanted to last longer, but damn, the excited cries and moans seemed to come from everywhere now, trapped by the glass and not quite dampened by the curtains. Deep groans underscored feminine cries. Some cursed. Some sobbed. His cock felt like a tuning fork. Every note made him vibrate, every cry drove him closer. Those spinning stars coalesced at the base of his spine.She pulled back and stared into his eyes, a pleasure he gave into completely. In the dark, those pools of lavender were his focus. The slide of her hand along his shaft felt sweet, yet the stroke wasn’t the penetration he craved. He wanted to roll her to her back on the bench, strip off her pants and bury his length as far inside her as he could go, but knowledge their time together was slipping away kept him captive far more than her weight.He raked his thumbnail across her nipple, rewarded by the moan that elicited. Her perfume wrapped him like a soft blanket. He pumped harder in her fist.She pulled away from him, just as he was about to erupt. Sliding to her knees, she closed her lips over the head of his cock. The sudden heat from her mouth burned away his control. Her tongue circled the head and then settled into a teasing rhythm, caressing the sensitive place just below the rim. Her fist continued to stroke him furiously.The stars exploded. She sucked him deeper into her mouth. He thought one nail traced the tight seam between his balls. With her other hand, she continued to milk him, adding layers to his climax. He bit his lip hard, trying not to call out her name to protect her, but a harsh whisper escaped him anyway. “Verity. Oh, my God, Vee.”He needed to kiss her, to show her how badly he still wanted her. Though he was drained, his ache for her began anew, pounding in his groin as though he was still hard. He helped her stand, pulling on her hands until she sat lightly astride him and he finally captured her mouth, reveling in the slightly salty taste of himself on her tongue, something he’d never cared to do before. Her bare belly pressed his half-erect cock. He thought she made a greedy sound when she felt his shaft move between them.Reluctantly, he let her pull away, his gaze roaming over her full breasts. Somehow, he’d pulled down the other cup. She made no move to cover them, but all that hair concealed more than he wanted.“I want more,” he whispered stubbornly. “I want all of you, Vee.”“Says the man who swore he only wanted to see something he forgot all about seeing.” She faked a pout and rolled her eyes.“I still want to see it. I want to trace it with my tongue. And I want to do it somewhere you can scream.”She pushed off his lap and rearranged her top, making him regret he could no longer see those gorgeous globes and tight nipples. “I want you,” he repeated. “This isn’t enough.” Not nearly enough.“I’ve got a shift to finish and a bar to clean up. It’ll be daylight before I get out of here. Surely you work.”His mind raced while he tucked himself back into his pants. “Tell me when I can see you again,” he demanded, “or I’m sitting at that bar until you get off so I can follow you wherever you’re going.”He stood and tucked in his shirt, but couldn’t resist reaching for her again. She turned away from him and bent over, rearranging the dislodged cushions.He slipped one hand around her, reaching to cup her breast, tugging her against him. Moving the thick length of hair aside, he placed a kiss on the curve of her neck. He couldn’t identify the perfume she wore, but she smelled delicious. “Tell me you’ll meet me, Vee. Anywhere you say, damn the time. I don’t have to be anywhere until three tomorrow afternoon… I mean this afternoon.” He thumbed her nipple through the leather with one hand, slipping his other slipped down the front of the tight garment. She straightened and pressed back against him.He traced her navel and whispered, “I want to run my tongue around this…”Moving lower, he found the short zipper on her pants. One short tug and he could slide his hand inside her buttery pants, encountering silken panties he ruthlessly pushed down. He felt soft curls and brushed his fingers across them. “I want to rub my face across these…”Still searching, he found her folds. He brushed her nub, reveling in her sharp intake of breath before dipping inside her. “I want to roll this around with my tongue, lick it and suck it until you come in my mouth. God, you’re so wet.”“Stop,” she moaned, dropping her head against his chest. “We’ve got to set this to rights and get out of here. It’s reserved, damn you.”He increased the sped of his stroke on the hard nub. “Say you’ll meet me so I can finish this.”“I’ll meet you.”He stopped instantly, enjoying the way she sagged against him and the ragged rhythm of her breathing. He gave her nipple a final tweak before placing the finger he’d pleasured her with in his mouth. “Mmm, I knew you’d taste wickedly good.” “Where’s your bottle?” she wondered aloud, glancing around.On either side of them, he heard raised voices, other people leaving their dark love nests. He spied something gleaming against the dark floor and bent to pick it up. Not the bottle, but the thing she’d worn in her hair earlier. He held it out, but snatched it away when she grabbed for it. “I’m holding it hostage.” He smiled.“Mike, I swear, you’re trouble on two legs.”“You can have it back when you meet me,” he vowed. Spying the crushed bottle, he stooped to pick it up, and then looked around the curtained cubicle. “Is this back the way it should be now?”She used one hand to sweep the plastic bottle tops into the other and gave the place a final look. “I guess so. I’ve never been in one before. Jeremy will check on it when we leave. Let’s get out of here before my—”She pulled aside the heavy curtain and they stepped out, right into a very pretty brunette. It only took a glance to see the resemblance. In spite of the difference in hair color, they had to be sisters.“Vee, what in the world are you doing out here?” the brunette demanded. She had green eyes, but their shape, in fact, every detail of her face was identical to Verity’s. Mike blinked. Twins?
To be continued 5/13.
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Come with me now to see what the other two Baseball Babes, Jennifer Simpkins and Kathleen Grieve, have in store for their the Monday Night Baseball Reports.
Guarding the Line Chapter 6 ~ The Baseball Babes Monday Night Report
Tim Hudson got his 200th win! Congratulations, Huddy! The Braves have taken some tough losses, and as of the time I wrote this post, stand at 18-12. I have to laugh, listening to the same sportscasters who were touting the Braves as the best team in baseball before the season began. They're already crying a different tune. Now, despite all sorts of positive things happening on the field, it's doom and gloom...and I can't help but think my mother missed a career where she'd have fit right in....except for the baseball part, of course. <grin>
Last week, we left Mike with his jaw hanging open on the patio at Obsidian. Let's find out what happens behind that curtain, shall we?
“Don’t get excited,” she warned, placing her knees on the bench. “This cubicle is spoken for. They’re reserved in ninety minute increments. We only have a few minutes before the next reservation arrives. Come, sit down.” Sitting back on her calves, she patted the bench. He took the seat, looking at the bottle she’d given him for the first time. What he really wanted to look at was the enticing cleft in the full mounds above her corset, but he trained his gaze on the bottle. Bottled water, house brand. “Fuck me.” The harsh whisper came from his right. A chill teased the back of his neck, coming off the large pane of glass. It had been an unseasonably cold spring, but the rest of the small space suddenly felt over-warm. Her perfume smelled spicy, with undertones of musk. Mike wrenched off the bottle cap.“Thought you needed a cold drink. Or something.” He had no trouble seeing her wink, though he didn’t turn his head. She looked innocent and provocative at the same time. She removed the top of her bottle and dropped it on the counter, tapping the rim against his. “Since we have no showers here. At least, not one open to the public.”This felt like one of those situations when the batter might swing away—or bunt. The trick was to be prepared for either and not commit too soon. Stretching his legs, he lounged against the padded backrest and raised the water to his lips, relishing the cool sensation as it flowed down his throat. Warring images flickered in his mind. He pictured them together beneath a steamy spray. That vision alternated with one of taking her here, against the backdrop of the city. The water did little to ease the ache in his groin. The sighs and moans coming from either side only served to escalate his arousal. He drained the last drop of liquid. He’d swear he could feel her gaze move along his skin the way he felt his own fingers crush the plastic in his hand. She was killing him; playing with him. She worked here. She knew what happened on this patio. The spot wasn’t designed for sudden hook-ups he realized, since the curtained booths had to be reserved ahead of time. He had to suppress a grin. Nothing like a good game. “Damn, you’re such a tease.” Turning his head so he faced her, he let his desire show in his eyes, unable to resist letting his gaze fall to her breasts. “Are you going to show me that tat, or what?”The light from neighboring skyscrapers revealed her smile. “How much of it would you like to see?”He recalled the stencil's violet outlines on her shoulders, back and upper thigh, easily picturing her in the chair at Thane's. That tat went on forever. She’d have to be nearly nude for him to see all of it. If she'd stayed put long enough to get ink over the entire design, which he sincerely doubted. “Did Thane get it done? That’s a hell of a lot of ink to do in one sitting. Nobody could handle that much pain.”“Lightweight.” She shook her head slowly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Of course I got the whole thing done, despite Thane’s whining his arm was tired. No point in putting on the stencils, otherwise.”She was going to swing for the fence, he decided. “Prove it.”****Verity had foregone her chance to cavort under the full moon in favor of getting the tattoo, to hide the shameful marks from Janus' whip. Though waning, she could still feel the moon's pull in her veins, pounding as insistently as the ocean. Cradling either side of his face with her hands, she stroked his lips with both thumbs. He dropped the empty bottle. His eyes were intent, challenging, but he made no move to touch her. Yes, he'll do . She'd give him a taste now to be sure he hung around for more after her shift ended.Silently, she rose onto her knees and moved to straddle him. She felt his hands come up to cup her ass, pulling her toward his erection. He didn’t rush the contact, moving her slowly. Desire spiraled inside her belly. She lowered her lips to his, nipping his bottom lip. He made a sound deep in his throat and tugged her the final few millimeters. Through the denim and leather separating them, she could feel the thick column of his erection. Her pulse started to pound when he slid his fingers into her hair, just below her ears. She stroked one side of his face while she nipped and sucked at his mouth. The sound he uttered when he realized she was pulling at the buttons fastening his jeans vibrated through the corset into her chest, peaking her nipples.“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” he warned, pulling his head back after a particularly sharp nip.“I was thinking you might come in my hand, for starters,” she whispered. The last button on his fly gave way, letting her slip her fingers through the opening. His boxers were no obstacle. His cock sprang free. The silky, taut skin covering his erection felt hot against her palm. Verity traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, mimicking the circle she drew around the head of his cock, pausing to play in the drop of moisture on the head. To her left, a deep voice let out a series of ragged cries. From her right came the steady sound of flesh striking flesh. With a challenging look, he dropped one hand to peel down the snug cup of her corset. They locked gazes. He traced the outline of her areola. To pay him back, she slid her fingertip along the seam between his balls.“I want to make you come, too,” he whispered.“Not here.” Not with Sage roaming around. She’d take him home, if he waited for her to get off work. If. Though her lips brushed his ear, Vee smiled. She’d make certain he’d wait.
****
Mike realized he could see through the roof; it was just another big sheet of glass. The stars seemed to spin, making him think of the famous painting by Van Gogh, but all he’d had to drink was a shot and two beers. Her hands felt soft, but her strokes were sure. The little witch matched her rhythm to the percussion of flesh made by the unseen couple to his left. Raising his hand to her waist, he pulled her closer. She raised her chin, letting her head fall back. Her grip tightened when he nipped at the peak he’d bared, much the way she’d done his lower lip. He heard her hiss. The sound had him thrusting his hips in equal parts frustration and pleasure, giving in to the silky sensation of her palm and fingers around his cock, slipping easily over his heated skin. He wanted to last longer, but damn, the excited cries and moans seemed to come from everywhere now, trapped by the glass and not quite dampened by the curtains. Deep groans underscored feminine cries. Some cursed. Some sobbed. His cock felt like a tuning fork. Every note made him vibrate, every cry drove him closer. Those spinning stars coalesced at the base of his spine.She pulled back and stared into his eyes, a pleasure he gave into completely. In the dark, those pools of lavender were his focus. The slide of her hand along his shaft felt sweet, yet the stroke wasn’t the penetration he craved. He wanted to roll her to her back on the bench, strip off her pants and bury his length as far inside her as he could go, but knowledge their time together was slipping away kept him captive far more than her weight.He raked his thumbnail across her nipple, rewarded by the moan that elicited. Her perfume wrapped him like a soft blanket. He pumped harder in her fist.She pulled away from him, just as he was about to erupt. Sliding to her knees, she closed her lips over the head of his cock. The sudden heat from her mouth burned away his control. Her tongue circled the head and then settled into a teasing rhythm, caressing the sensitive place just below the rim. Her fist continued to stroke him furiously.The stars exploded. She sucked him deeper into her mouth. He thought one nail traced the tight seam between his balls. With her other hand, she continued to milk him, adding layers to his climax. He bit his lip hard, trying not to call out her name to protect her, but a harsh whisper escaped him anyway. “Verity. Oh, my God, Vee.”He needed to kiss her, to show her how badly he still wanted her. Though he was drained, his ache for her began anew, pounding in his groin as though he was still hard. He helped her stand, pulling on her hands until she sat lightly astride him and he finally captured her mouth, reveling in the slightly salty taste of himself on her tongue, something he’d never cared to do before. Her bare belly pressed his half-erect cock. He thought she made a greedy sound when she felt his shaft move between them.Reluctantly, he let her pull away, his gaze roaming over her full breasts. Somehow, he’d pulled down the other cup. She made no move to cover them, but all that hair concealed more than he wanted.“I want more,” he whispered stubbornly. “I want all of you, Vee.”“Says the man who swore he only wanted to see something he forgot all about seeing.” She faked a pout and rolled her eyes.“I still want to see it. I want to trace it with my tongue. And I want to do it somewhere you can scream.”She pushed off his lap and rearranged her top, making him regret he could no longer see those gorgeous globes and tight nipples. “I want you,” he repeated. “This isn’t enough.” Not nearly enough.“I’ve got a shift to finish and a bar to clean up. It’ll be daylight before I get out of here. Surely you work.”His mind raced while he tucked himself back into his pants. “Tell me when I can see you again,” he demanded, “or I’m sitting at that bar until you get off so I can follow you wherever you’re going.”He stood and tucked in his shirt, but couldn’t resist reaching for her again. She turned away from him and bent over, rearranging the dislodged cushions.He slipped one hand around her, reaching to cup her breast, tugging her against him. Moving the thick length of hair aside, he placed a kiss on the curve of her neck. He couldn’t identify the perfume she wore, but she smelled delicious. “Tell me you’ll meet me, Vee. Anywhere you say, damn the time. I don’t have to be anywhere until three tomorrow afternoon… I mean this afternoon.” He thumbed her nipple through the leather with one hand, slipping his other slipped down the front of the tight garment. She straightened and pressed back against him.He traced her navel and whispered, “I want to run my tongue around this…”Moving lower, he found the short zipper on her pants. One short tug and he could slide his hand inside her buttery pants, encountering silken panties he ruthlessly pushed down. He felt soft curls and brushed his fingers across them. “I want to rub my face across these…”Still searching, he found her folds. He brushed her nub, reveling in her sharp intake of breath before dipping inside her. “I want to roll this around with my tongue, lick it and suck it until you come in my mouth. God, you’re so wet.”“Stop,” she moaned, dropping her head against his chest. “We’ve got to set this to rights and get out of here. It’s reserved, damn you.”He increased the sped of his stroke on the hard nub. “Say you’ll meet me so I can finish this.”“I’ll meet you.”He stopped instantly, enjoying the way she sagged against him and the ragged rhythm of her breathing. He gave her nipple a final tweak before placing the finger he’d pleasured her with in his mouth. “Mmm, I knew you’d taste wickedly good.” “Where’s your bottle?” she wondered aloud, glancing around.On either side of them, he heard raised voices, other people leaving their dark love nests. He spied something gleaming against the dark floor and bent to pick it up. Not the bottle, but the thing she’d worn in her hair earlier. He held it out, but snatched it away when she grabbed for it. “I’m holding it hostage.” He smiled.“Mike, I swear, you’re trouble on two legs.”“You can have it back when you meet me,” he vowed. Spying the crushed bottle, he stooped to pick it up, and then looked around the curtained cubicle. “Is this back the way it should be now?”She used one hand to sweep the plastic bottle tops into the other and gave the place a final look. “I guess so. I’ve never been in one before. Jeremy will check on it when we leave. Let’s get out of here before my—”She pulled aside the heavy curtain and they stepped out, right into a very pretty brunette. It only took a glance to see the resemblance. In spite of the difference in hair color, they had to be sisters.“Vee, what in the world are you doing out here?” the brunette demanded. She had green eyes, but their shape, in fact, every detail of her face was identical to Verity’s. Mike blinked. Twins?
To be continued 5/13.
Come with me now to see what the other two Baseball Babes, Jennifer Simpkins and Kathleen Grieve, have in store for their the Monday Night Baseball Reports.
Fluffers and Fillies #SexySnippets
Welcome to another Sunday of Sexy Snippets. This week, my seven come from the opening of my story for the Goodreads M/M Romance group's annual Dear Author event, Love Has No Boundaries. If you're unfamiliar with the event, readers write prompts for the stories they'd like to read. Authors then choose their prompt and have two months to knock out a story. If you're interested in joining the group, the largest active group on Goodreads and completely devoted to discussions of M/M romance, you can request to join here.
It would seem all roads lead to Carmine House, the setting from Forceful Negotiations, my latest release, since two supporting character from that book, Manny "Curt' Curtis and Joseph Gilante, become the main characters in Our Piece of Sky. The main characters from Forceful Negotiations and Breaking Glass, the Carmine Club prequel, Teague Tillis, Cameron Calloway, Jillian and Dylan Carmichael, and Wentworth Morgan show up as supporting characters in this story.
What? I always said it was a small town. <grin> Getting smaller every day.
For more about what goes on at Carmine House, click here.
I left Carmine House as I always do, by the back door. Also par for the course, I was seven hundred and fifty dollars richer and in awe of the lengths people will go to in order to satisfy their need for kink.
If I had to describe the job I perform for Willa Seachrist, I’d have to say it’s a cross between a fluffer and a body guard. You heard me right. Fluffer, as in the task performed on behalf of the porn industry—getting dicks hard for the camera. Although, there’s no dick-sucking at Carmine House.
Not by us anyway; we 'escorts' as Willa calls us, just get her little fillies wet and ready to be fucked.
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May 3, 2013
What's better than a Hot Man and a Quickie? Two Quickies!
The hot man:
Quickie #1:
Last week, romance cover model and body-builder John Quinlan swept...ah, heck, he tells it better than I.
(Excerpted from his Facebook post)
"I WOULD LIKE TO THANK GOD FOR ALLOWING ME TO SWEEP ALL 3 MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASSES…..WINNING THE OPEN MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASS, THE MASTER’S MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASS AND THE OVERALL MEN’S PHYSIQUE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE LAST NIGHT AT THE 2013 NPC Vermont Championships April 27th.
...
I felt in my heart there was something special about it. It was exactly 1 month to the day my grandfather died. He was like my father. One month to the day I was at his bedside as the very last person to tell him how much he was loved before God called him home. I told people if I won my class I would dedicate it to him but to win all 3 classes and take the Overall Men’s Physique Championship it was like something out of a movie. I told people if won the overall title I would get emotional. It didn't happen on stage but I did speak after the event on camera and I thanked a few special people about my win. I did get very emotional on film when I said that I dedicate this night, “to the greatest man I have ever known…..my grandfather, Bill Hafner.”
Way to get it done, John. Congratulations. I'm certain your grandfather is proud.
YouTube video of John, made immediately after his incredible win. Yes, he chokes up, but that's what is so special about this man. He's the real deal. See for yourself.
Quickie #2: (excerpted from Kink and Ink, Carmine Club No. 2))
A loud crash startled Eros awake. He pried open one eyelid. A shard of light stabbed him for his trouble. His head throbbed and his tongue felt welded to the roof of his mouth. “Well, I see you've made yourself at home.” Trying to lift his hand to ward off the glare, he winced, more from his recognition of Willa’s voice than pain. “What are you?” his new assignment demanded, stalking to his bedside. At least her body blocked the light. “I told you,” he managed to groan. “I’m Eros.”Her fingers were unforgiving. She poked the wounds on his bare back. “I knew I hit you. Why aren't you dead?”“Zeus’s balls, woman. That hurts!” Driving his elbow into her hip made her relent. She took a half-step back. Rolling to his back with a grunt, he glared up at her, trying to rub sleep from his eyes with his uninjured hand. “Immortal. Look it up.” His mouth felt like it was lined with fur.Spinning, she stalked to the dresser. Alarm drove him to hoist his aching human body upright when she picked up his quiver. Sliding one shaft free of the sheath, she twisted the golden object between her fingers. Turning her head slowly, she narrowed her eyes. The look made him freeze. “These feathers better not have come from my peacocks.”“The little bastards shed them everywhere." He winced when his sore back touched the headboard. His chest felt like he’d been hit by a space shuttle. Pain sparkled like space debris behind his sore ribs.Shoving the arrow back into the holder, she discarded the leather pouch. “Okay, I don’t know who the hell you are, but my daddy taught me the best place for an enemy is by your side. So until I figure out what the hell you’re up to, I’m gonna give you that job you asked for. Be at the main house by ten. I've ordered new uniforms for the staff. The tailor will be here then for your fitting.” Slitting her eyes again, she returned to stand beside the bed. Eros had the fleeting thought he might take Willa in a battle with Ishmael. “I refuse to call you Eros. And, immortal or not, if you ever aim one of those arrows at me, I will find a way to kill you.” Her lacquered lips curved. “Painfully.”“We’re on the same side, I swear,” he croaked. Ignoring him, she plucked the wallet Peter had given him off the nightstand. Slick packets of popcorn slid helter-skelter across the dusty surface.“After your fitting, stop by my office. I need you to fill out an application. No doubt, this ID is fake, but so help me, I will figure out who you are. Until then, congratulations, Yeoman Summers. You’re the new butler at Carmine House.” “What’s a butler?”“Basically, you fetch anything Becca, Jane, or I send you to get.”He snorted. “Sounds to me like you need a beagle.”“Do you mind coverin’ yourself while I’m in the room?”Glancing down, he saw the sheet had slipped to his thighs. “Amazing. You’ll put women in handcuffs on luggage carts and pay young men to spank them before you sell them to the highest bidder, but you go all shy at the sight of one not-so-little cock?”
Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week. Don't forget to go by one of John's hangouts and congratulate him:
http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/http://www.johnquinlan.org/
http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan
Quickie #1:Last week, romance cover model and body-builder John Quinlan swept...ah, heck, he tells it better than I.
(Excerpted from his Facebook post)
"I WOULD LIKE TO THANK GOD FOR ALLOWING ME TO SWEEP ALL 3 MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASSES…..WINNING THE OPEN MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASS, THE MASTER’S MEN’S PHYSIQUE CLASS AND THE OVERALL MEN’S PHYSIQUE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE LAST NIGHT AT THE 2013 NPC Vermont Championships April 27th.
...
I felt in my heart there was something special about it. It was exactly 1 month to the day my grandfather died. He was like my father. One month to the day I was at his bedside as the very last person to tell him how much he was loved before God called him home. I told people if I won my class I would dedicate it to him but to win all 3 classes and take the Overall Men’s Physique Championship it was like something out of a movie. I told people if won the overall title I would get emotional. It didn't happen on stage but I did speak after the event on camera and I thanked a few special people about my win. I did get very emotional on film when I said that I dedicate this night, “to the greatest man I have ever known…..my grandfather, Bill Hafner.”
Way to get it done, John. Congratulations. I'm certain your grandfather is proud.
YouTube video of John, made immediately after his incredible win. Yes, he chokes up, but that's what is so special about this man. He's the real deal. See for yourself.
Quickie #2: (excerpted from Kink and Ink, Carmine Club No. 2))
A loud crash startled Eros awake. He pried open one eyelid. A shard of light stabbed him for his trouble. His head throbbed and his tongue felt welded to the roof of his mouth. “Well, I see you've made yourself at home.” Trying to lift his hand to ward off the glare, he winced, more from his recognition of Willa’s voice than pain. “What are you?” his new assignment demanded, stalking to his bedside. At least her body blocked the light. “I told you,” he managed to groan. “I’m Eros.”Her fingers were unforgiving. She poked the wounds on his bare back. “I knew I hit you. Why aren't you dead?”“Zeus’s balls, woman. That hurts!” Driving his elbow into her hip made her relent. She took a half-step back. Rolling to his back with a grunt, he glared up at her, trying to rub sleep from his eyes with his uninjured hand. “Immortal. Look it up.” His mouth felt like it was lined with fur.Spinning, she stalked to the dresser. Alarm drove him to hoist his aching human body upright when she picked up his quiver. Sliding one shaft free of the sheath, she twisted the golden object between her fingers. Turning her head slowly, she narrowed her eyes. The look made him freeze. “These feathers better not have come from my peacocks.”“The little bastards shed them everywhere." He winced when his sore back touched the headboard. His chest felt like he’d been hit by a space shuttle. Pain sparkled like space debris behind his sore ribs.Shoving the arrow back into the holder, she discarded the leather pouch. “Okay, I don’t know who the hell you are, but my daddy taught me the best place for an enemy is by your side. So until I figure out what the hell you’re up to, I’m gonna give you that job you asked for. Be at the main house by ten. I've ordered new uniforms for the staff. The tailor will be here then for your fitting.” Slitting her eyes again, she returned to stand beside the bed. Eros had the fleeting thought he might take Willa in a battle with Ishmael. “I refuse to call you Eros. And, immortal or not, if you ever aim one of those arrows at me, I will find a way to kill you.” Her lacquered lips curved. “Painfully.”“We’re on the same side, I swear,” he croaked. Ignoring him, she plucked the wallet Peter had given him off the nightstand. Slick packets of popcorn slid helter-skelter across the dusty surface.“After your fitting, stop by my office. I need you to fill out an application. No doubt, this ID is fake, but so help me, I will figure out who you are. Until then, congratulations, Yeoman Summers. You’re the new butler at Carmine House.” “What’s a butler?”“Basically, you fetch anything Becca, Jane, or I send you to get.”He snorted. “Sounds to me like you need a beagle.”“Do you mind coverin’ yourself while I’m in the room?”Glancing down, he saw the sheet had slipped to his thighs. “Amazing. You’ll put women in handcuffs on luggage carts and pay young men to spank them before you sell them to the highest bidder, but you go all shy at the sight of one not-so-little cock?”
Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week. Don't forget to go by one of John's hangouts and congratulate him:
http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/http://www.johnquinlan.org/
http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan
April 29, 2013
Guarding the Line ~ Chapter 5
Wow, I was so busy last week, I don't think I saw a single game. Caught the end of yesterday's loss on the radio. The Brave's still have single-digit losses, and for now, still rest at the top of the NL East, but we have a long way to go.
Soft Sounds of Pleasure, compete with new cover art and a few hundred words lighter, should be available on Amazon again by May 1. All other outlets to follow in due time. I sometimes wonder if the people at iTunes read every word before they put something up. Still waiting on a couple of books to go live there. (sigh)
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied. “He’s harmless, but irritating. I hate it when guys just think it’s okay to—” She cut off the sentence, staring at him.“Touch you without an invitation?” he guessed. She swallowed hard before nodding. “Sure, I’d like a beer, thanks.”He stared at her hungrily as she pulled the tap, lingering over the lush curves of her full breasts, and her waist beneath the form-fitting corset. The pants hugged her ass, showing off more curves he longed to touch. He’d seen her without the pants, after all, seen her stretched out completely naked except for sinful lace panties. He knew long legs were hidden under that leather and he wanted them wrapped around him. Stop, he scolded himself. The last thing she wanted was some other asshole touching her without her consent.She placed a coaster in front of him before sitting the glass down.“So, it’s Vee, right? I’m Mike,” he added helpfully. “Thane introduced us.”“I remember,” she said. “And yes, it’s Vee.”“What’s that short for?”“Verity.”
He picked up the beer, still looking at her. “So, Verity, what are we doing on this break of yours? How about a dance?”She laughed, polishing the expanse of bar to his right. “It’s okay. I was just getting rid of Reno. I usually hide out in my car. Staff’s not supposed to dance, or mingle with the guests.”“You always do what you’re supposed to do? That sounds kind of…lightweight to me.” Damn, those eyes were fantastic. He’d always hoped they’d turn out to be real.She cut him a glance that made his heart stop in his chest. “So, a dance with you is supposedly worth getting fired?”“Probably not. I don’t claim to be the best dancer in the world. But, we could go somewhere and you could let me see that tat.”She darted a look around and put one finger over her lips. “Shh, I haven’t come out about that yet, and I have relatives who work here. The staff gossips like crazy. It’s seriously a secret.”“So, I get to see it, or I rat you out.”“Blackmail’s not very nice. I think I’d rather risk getting fired and see how badly you dance.”“Vee, sorry we forgot about you back here. Go take your break, make it a long one.”They both looked at the woman who appeared behind the bar.“Thanks, Angie,” Vee replied. “Where’s Sage?”“In her office, I think. Do you need her?”Vee laughed again, a sound he already loved. She glanced toward him, mischief in her eyes. “No, my customer here wants to dance with me. I just wanted to know if the coast was clear.” “Like she’d fire you.” This new woman gave him an appraising look. “Besides, it’s packed out there. How would she see you in the midst of all that insanity? Go. Take your time. I got this.” The two women bent their heads over the register. Mike downed the beer before tossing a twenty on the bar. He waited for her to approach him, and felt his heart start to pound as she rounded the bar and held out her hand. He took it, feeling the adrenaline of attraction speed through his veins. As soon as they reached the crowded main room, the crush of bodies slowed their progress. She wound her way determinedly toward the center of the big dance floor. Talking was out of the question. The music vibrated through him. She finally reached the place she wanted to be, smiling seductively before turning and beginning to move in time with the music. She’d selected a place under one of the club’s spotlights, and she danced as if she knew that was where she belonged.He could hardly tear his eyes away. He watched her hips move in time with the music. She wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back. He stopped bothering to pretend he was dancing, only watched her. The crowd pulled back a bit, everyone around them watched her, too. The way she danced was primal, slightly sinful in her complete lack of self-consciousness. He saw her glance over her shoulders, caught the taunt in her eyes as she spun around, then moved closer to him, beginning a slow torture.He felt her breasts touch his chest, saw her lean away, only to feel her hip nudge the erection her dance provoked. He moved with her, but refused to give in to his desire to touch her, mindful of her comment in the bar. Her hand slipped down his arm, hitting bare skin after skimming over the short sleeve of his t-shirt, tracing an electrifying trail down his arm. Reaching his hand, her eyes never left his. She brought his fingers to her lips, pressed them to his index finger, just before she flicked her tongue over the rough pad.He groaned as need throbbed in his cock. With a naughty look, she sunk her teeth into the place her tongue had laved. Shock waves of desire hit his groin. He fought the urge to throw her over his shoulder and find somewhere they could be alone. He curled his free hand around her waist, underneath her hair, caressing the soft flesh above the low waistband of her pants and slowly drew her body to his.Time, and even the music, disappeared as she melted against him. They barely moved, yet were never still. Her breath fanned his chest. He inhaled the scent of her hair, and reveled in the way her curves felt, pressed against him. Her head fit neatly just under his chin. Her nails raked the fabric of his shirt, up and over the muscles of his back, then down again. He groaned again, and tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her less gently into his erection.He felt her move, looked down to see her face tilted up to his, lost himself in those jewel-like eyes before allowing his gaze to settle on the soft, full lips. He bent his head to kiss her. Their lips touched, sending another ripple of need through his veins. Her lips parted, and damn, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. She’d been seducing him for an hour. Time to give her what she’d been asking for.And she didn’t simply kiss him back. Oh, no, her silky tongue drove him to new heights of desire. She tasted like sweet fruit, felt like wet silk.He felt her stiffen and start to pull away. He let her go, regret singing in his veins. She turned, but not before giving the front of his shirt a tug. Again, she worked her way through the crush of bodies, but he saw several men look at him with envy. No doubt, they’d watched her dance. His zipper was probably imprinted on his cock for life. He surreptitiously tried to adjust matters before they got off the dance floor.She walked straight to the closest bar, signaling him to wait. Slipping behind the glossy black length, pulled two sleek bottles—also black, everything in this joint was black—out of a cooler with a nod to the bartender.“Let’s go outside.” She rose on tiptoe and spoke into his ear, placing one of the bottles in his hand.“Been following you all night.” More like looking for her all his life. Too bad his dreams never showed him what happened next. Guess that's up to me.He followed her again. This time, she passed the table where his teammates were seated. Victor gave him the thumbs up as they walked by. Mike grinned, giving them a cocky wave.Once through the door, he gazed around, taking in the sight. The center of the glassed-in patio held mostly empty tables, each with a flickering candle at the center. He saw Vee turn to her left, and realized she was talking to a man dressed in black, who stood behind some sort of podium. He supposed she was getting them a table. Looking around while the guy consulted a book in front of him, Mike realized the boundaries of the patio were defined by black curtains about seven feet high, draped from red-lacquered poles, above which he could see the lights of the city. It was oddly disconcerting, that black fabric. She turned towards him, beckoning him again.He followed, wondering where the hell she was going. Does she want to push back the curtains and look out at the view? Obsidian was on top floor of a building at the edge of downtown Atlanta. He supposed the view was worth looking at, but the scenery wasn't as interesting as the woman he was following. He glanced at his watch, wondering how much time they had before she had to go back to work. She stopped and pulled back the curtain to reveal piles of red and black cushions in front of small ledge set in front of a massive pane of plate glass. He felt his jaw drop.He stepped inside. She followed, allowing the heavy curtain to swing closed behind her. She evaded his grasp and shoved aside some of the pillows, revealing an upholstered bench running the length of the counter. No fucking wonder his buddies had been grinning, assuming they knew what was out here. The music was muted, a faint throb in the background, allowing him to hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from the curtained hideaways on either side.
To be continued 5/6. Like the story? You can catch up on Chapters 1-4 here.
Kathleen's on vacation this week, but be sure to check in on Jennifer Simpkins. I have to admit, the Yankees are getting the job done, even with some pretty big holes in their lineup. Dang, I really wanted to yank Jennifer's chain this week...but it's early yet. And I'm the patient sort. :p
Thanks for dropping in! Have a great week.
Soft Sounds of Pleasure, compete with new cover art and a few hundred words lighter, should be available on Amazon again by May 1. All other outlets to follow in due time. I sometimes wonder if the people at iTunes read every word before they put something up. Still waiting on a couple of books to go live there. (sigh)
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied. “He’s harmless, but irritating. I hate it when guys just think it’s okay to—” She cut off the sentence, staring at him.“Touch you without an invitation?” he guessed. She swallowed hard before nodding. “Sure, I’d like a beer, thanks.”He stared at her hungrily as she pulled the tap, lingering over the lush curves of her full breasts, and her waist beneath the form-fitting corset. The pants hugged her ass, showing off more curves he longed to touch. He’d seen her without the pants, after all, seen her stretched out completely naked except for sinful lace panties. He knew long legs were hidden under that leather and he wanted them wrapped around him. Stop, he scolded himself. The last thing she wanted was some other asshole touching her without her consent.She placed a coaster in front of him before sitting the glass down.“So, it’s Vee, right? I’m Mike,” he added helpfully. “Thane introduced us.”“I remember,” she said. “And yes, it’s Vee.”“What’s that short for?”“Verity.”
He picked up the beer, still looking at her. “So, Verity, what are we doing on this break of yours? How about a dance?”She laughed, polishing the expanse of bar to his right. “It’s okay. I was just getting rid of Reno. I usually hide out in my car. Staff’s not supposed to dance, or mingle with the guests.”“You always do what you’re supposed to do? That sounds kind of…lightweight to me.” Damn, those eyes were fantastic. He’d always hoped they’d turn out to be real.She cut him a glance that made his heart stop in his chest. “So, a dance with you is supposedly worth getting fired?”“Probably not. I don’t claim to be the best dancer in the world. But, we could go somewhere and you could let me see that tat.”She darted a look around and put one finger over her lips. “Shh, I haven’t come out about that yet, and I have relatives who work here. The staff gossips like crazy. It’s seriously a secret.”“So, I get to see it, or I rat you out.”“Blackmail’s not very nice. I think I’d rather risk getting fired and see how badly you dance.”“Vee, sorry we forgot about you back here. Go take your break, make it a long one.”They both looked at the woman who appeared behind the bar.“Thanks, Angie,” Vee replied. “Where’s Sage?”“In her office, I think. Do you need her?”Vee laughed again, a sound he already loved. She glanced toward him, mischief in her eyes. “No, my customer here wants to dance with me. I just wanted to know if the coast was clear.” “Like she’d fire you.” This new woman gave him an appraising look. “Besides, it’s packed out there. How would she see you in the midst of all that insanity? Go. Take your time. I got this.” The two women bent their heads over the register. Mike downed the beer before tossing a twenty on the bar. He waited for her to approach him, and felt his heart start to pound as she rounded the bar and held out her hand. He took it, feeling the adrenaline of attraction speed through his veins. As soon as they reached the crowded main room, the crush of bodies slowed their progress. She wound her way determinedly toward the center of the big dance floor. Talking was out of the question. The music vibrated through him. She finally reached the place she wanted to be, smiling seductively before turning and beginning to move in time with the music. She’d selected a place under one of the club’s spotlights, and she danced as if she knew that was where she belonged.He could hardly tear his eyes away. He watched her hips move in time with the music. She wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back. He stopped bothering to pretend he was dancing, only watched her. The crowd pulled back a bit, everyone around them watched her, too. The way she danced was primal, slightly sinful in her complete lack of self-consciousness. He saw her glance over her shoulders, caught the taunt in her eyes as she spun around, then moved closer to him, beginning a slow torture.He felt her breasts touch his chest, saw her lean away, only to feel her hip nudge the erection her dance provoked. He moved with her, but refused to give in to his desire to touch her, mindful of her comment in the bar. Her hand slipped down his arm, hitting bare skin after skimming over the short sleeve of his t-shirt, tracing an electrifying trail down his arm. Reaching his hand, her eyes never left his. She brought his fingers to her lips, pressed them to his index finger, just before she flicked her tongue over the rough pad.He groaned as need throbbed in his cock. With a naughty look, she sunk her teeth into the place her tongue had laved. Shock waves of desire hit his groin. He fought the urge to throw her over his shoulder and find somewhere they could be alone. He curled his free hand around her waist, underneath her hair, caressing the soft flesh above the low waistband of her pants and slowly drew her body to his.Time, and even the music, disappeared as she melted against him. They barely moved, yet were never still. Her breath fanned his chest. He inhaled the scent of her hair, and reveled in the way her curves felt, pressed against him. Her head fit neatly just under his chin. Her nails raked the fabric of his shirt, up and over the muscles of his back, then down again. He groaned again, and tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her less gently into his erection.He felt her move, looked down to see her face tilted up to his, lost himself in those jewel-like eyes before allowing his gaze to settle on the soft, full lips. He bent his head to kiss her. Their lips touched, sending another ripple of need through his veins. Her lips parted, and damn, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. She’d been seducing him for an hour. Time to give her what she’d been asking for.And she didn’t simply kiss him back. Oh, no, her silky tongue drove him to new heights of desire. She tasted like sweet fruit, felt like wet silk.He felt her stiffen and start to pull away. He let her go, regret singing in his veins. She turned, but not before giving the front of his shirt a tug. Again, she worked her way through the crush of bodies, but he saw several men look at him with envy. No doubt, they’d watched her dance. His zipper was probably imprinted on his cock for life. He surreptitiously tried to adjust matters before they got off the dance floor.She walked straight to the closest bar, signaling him to wait. Slipping behind the glossy black length, pulled two sleek bottles—also black, everything in this joint was black—out of a cooler with a nod to the bartender.“Let’s go outside.” She rose on tiptoe and spoke into his ear, placing one of the bottles in his hand.“Been following you all night.” More like looking for her all his life. Too bad his dreams never showed him what happened next. Guess that's up to me.He followed her again. This time, she passed the table where his teammates were seated. Victor gave him the thumbs up as they walked by. Mike grinned, giving them a cocky wave.Once through the door, he gazed around, taking in the sight. The center of the glassed-in patio held mostly empty tables, each with a flickering candle at the center. He saw Vee turn to her left, and realized she was talking to a man dressed in black, who stood behind some sort of podium. He supposed she was getting them a table. Looking around while the guy consulted a book in front of him, Mike realized the boundaries of the patio were defined by black curtains about seven feet high, draped from red-lacquered poles, above which he could see the lights of the city. It was oddly disconcerting, that black fabric. She turned towards him, beckoning him again.He followed, wondering where the hell she was going. Does she want to push back the curtains and look out at the view? Obsidian was on top floor of a building at the edge of downtown Atlanta. He supposed the view was worth looking at, but the scenery wasn't as interesting as the woman he was following. He glanced at his watch, wondering how much time they had before she had to go back to work. She stopped and pulled back the curtain to reveal piles of red and black cushions in front of small ledge set in front of a massive pane of plate glass. He felt his jaw drop.He stepped inside. She followed, allowing the heavy curtain to swing closed behind her. She evaded his grasp and shoved aside some of the pillows, revealing an upholstered bench running the length of the counter. No fucking wonder his buddies had been grinning, assuming they knew what was out here. The music was muted, a faint throb in the background, allowing him to hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from the curtained hideaways on either side.
To be continued 5/6. Like the story? You can catch up on Chapters 1-4 here.
Kathleen's on vacation this week, but be sure to check in on Jennifer Simpkins. I have to admit, the Yankees are getting the job done, even with some pretty big holes in their lineup. Dang, I really wanted to yank Jennifer's chain this week...but it's early yet. And I'm the patient sort. :p
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April 27, 2013
Taut Silk and Cherry Lip Gloss ~ #SexySnippets
If you came in search of the Magic Touch Giveaway Blog Hop, click here. I'm still giving away copies of Breaking Glass until April 30th.
According to the rules, I can't tease you with snippets from Forceful Negotiations, since it's been published, and I'll bet I don't have seven sentences of the next Carmine Club story, Kink and Ink, written--none I'd put up anyway-- so here's seven from a new interracial story, tentatively titled Rain On Me.
She shook the water off the postcard and squinted at the melting words while Ray tried to drag his gaze away from her lips. Behind her head, stiff tines stretched the crimson silk taut. Rain battered the thin membrane, driving nature's rhythm into his blood. He found himself watching her eyelids move from side to side. He wanted to run his finger across the tight curls formed by her lashes. She didn't have on any makeup, only the lip gloss. Damn, why was he imagining this young woman wearing nothing but that slick coat of color?
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Hot Man and a Quickie ~ How to Handle a Blackmailer
The hot man:
Congratulations to our resident hot man, John Quinlan. John's been named an official model for Alpha Male Underwear. Meaning...more pics like this!
If the news isn't enough to make you happy, I'm delighted to announce a new twist on the Saturday quickie, beginning in May. John's agreed to answer one or two quick questions each week. (insert evil laugh). Also beginning next week, I hope to be posting snippets from Kink and Ink, Carmine Club Book 2, which will feature John on the cover.
Stalk John here:
http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/http://www.johnquinlan.org/
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The quickie:I stuck with the underwear theme for this week's quickie:
(Excerpt from Incidental Contact, Those Devilish De Marcos, Book 3-unedited and subject to deletion)Closing the door to shut out the cold, she saw Eric, already feeding wood into the stove in the den. "Mornin'." He grinned. "I see someone's cold."Her nipples had beaded from the chill in the basement. The idea he might warm them up was appealing, but the proposal stayed on her mind. She waved the bucket. "I was thinking about the migrant camp. Tell me more about it while you make your coffee." "The camp's just always been there," he answered with a shrug, closing the doors on the stove and striding into the kitchen to grab the canister of grounds. "Every summer when the caravans started driving past the farmhouse on their way up to the camp, I got excited. Everybody on a farm works. Kids included. We never got so much as a dime to help, but in the evenings I didn't want to leave camp." He flashed the grin that always made her wet and needy. "I remember the first time my grandfathers decided I was old enough to stay overnight in one of the bunkhouses. I couldn't sleep, I was so excited. There's a communal kitchen, mostly run by older women who couldn't work in the orchards. Some of the workers played musical instruments, and they'd all sing after dinner. The younger ones sometimes danced."Amy couldn't help but wonder if that attraction had been due to the fact there were mothers in the camp, women looking after their families. "Why did the peach farm shut down?" she asked, her interest piqued. Grabbing up a section of the newspaper, she began covering the counter while he filled the carafe with water and poured it into the reservoir of his small coffee maker. Eric filled the reservoir and punched the button. Amy tipped the bucket's contents onto the newsprint. Moving closer, he reached into a bucket for a pine cone, his eyes open wider now. She gave his bare chest an appreciative glance. Her nipples were warming up, but no less hard."My two grandfathers were farmers. Dad was into cars. Rafe's father outlived Nance by maybe five months. With both of 'em gone, my father inherited the land. The garage was making money and Dad was done with farming. He leased the orchards out for a while." His shoulders hitched up and down before laying the pine come on the newsprint, turning it with long fingers that made her think of the way they felt rasping her skin. "A long run of late freezes put a bunch of local peach farmers out of business. The sharecroppers lost their shirts." He frowned, turning away to pull open the door to the freezer. "What about lunch? I've got all the ingredients to make a taco casserole that's pretty good." He set a package of ground beef into the sink. "The camp fascinated me, not growing peaches." He moved to stand beside the coffee pot, glaring at the slow trickle of dark liquid.Wearing nothing but a pair of snowy boxers, the man was gorgeous. It was Sunday morning. They were alone in cabin in the woods. Amy forgot about projects and her parents. She wanted Eric now, not after he'd had three cups of coffee. "For twenty bucks, I won't tell Lila you know how to cook."His grin was lopsided when he looked over his shoulder. "Have I ever shown you how I deal with pint-sized blackmailers?" He closed the small distance between them. Her heart stuttered when his gaze raked her. His eyes seemed to turn more blue.He wrapped his hand around hers, tugging her down the short hall to his bedroom. Grabbing her around the waist, he tossed her gently onto the bed. His boxers couldn't hide his burgeoning erection, but he surprised her by turning away. Grabbing two of the wrought iron handles to pull open a drawer in a dresser made from pine and decorated with knots the color of rust, he began to toss rolled-up athletic socks over his shoulder. They landed on the tangled sheets, bouncing across the quilt made of multi-colored squares. Amy lay there, enjoying looking at his strong back and thighs. Muscles rippled beneath his dark skin. When the drawer had to be empty, he turned, still holding one pair of socks. Unrolling them, he held her gaze while he knotted them together. "Oh." Her heartbeat kicked up like a hurricane, but she smiled, thinking of his promise to identify every single thing that turned her on. She'd never been tied up to have sex before, but was game to give it a try."Oh, yes." He unrolled another pair, tying them to the first two. "Your inquisitive little mind's getting busy now, wondering what I might do to you when you're all tied up. You might even be getting a little bit wet."Since he mentioned it, she was. Excitement thrummed in her nipples, streaking toward her clit.He noticed. "You have the cutest little nipples, did you know that?"
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April 22, 2013
Guarding the Line ~ Chapter 4, cont.
Ah, baseball. The great ego equalizer. After the Braves reeled off a 12-1 start, last week was reality-check time. Atlanta lost four out of five games, but they're tied with the Rockies for the best record in the majors.
And I've sent Forceful Negotiations off to the proofreader, meaning it will hit the shelves at Amazon and other outlets later this week. I swear, I've birthed kids in less time. It was a challenge to sow the seeds for a variety of future stories while still writing one complete love story.
Since my daughter's pregnancy, we've enjoyed more than one egg roll feast and mother/daughter chat. I asked if she was in favor of gays being allowed to marry. Looking at me like I'd grown gills, she drawled,. "Well, duh. Of course I am. I can hardly wait to watch Gay Divorce Court!"
Guarding the Line, Chapter 4, continued.
continuedLast week, we left Mike and Verity in the VIP bar at Obsidian, when Mike realized he'd been dreaming about this woman for quite some time.
*~*~*~*~*“Your choice, then." She set a shot glass on the bar in front of him. Her gaze appeared to roam his chest before she slowly lifted her eyes to his face. Her smile made his pulse kick up like dust in a whirlwind..“You choose for me,” he said, smiling back. “Pick what you like and how about I buy you one?”She didn't hesitate, slapping another shot glass on the bar. The thick blanket of her hair swirled around her when she turned away to select a bottle. She returned, tipping the bottle over the glasses and filling them with slightly amber liquid. He got a look at the label. The lady liked tequila, it seemed. He had to admit, her choice of Petron was an excellent one.She sat the bottle back in its slot and reached for the shot glass.“What, no salt, no lime?” “Lightweight,” she taunted, but she plopped a salt shaker in front of him with an ease that spoke of much practice, along with a dish of lime wedges. With a smirk, she added a pile of napkins. He couldn't respond, so fixed was he on the sight of her tongue sliding slowly along the skin of her left hand between her thumb and forefinger. He wanted to feel that tongue on his skin, wanted to see those gorgeous eyes darken when he—With a slight shake of his head, he realized she was waiting for him to follow suit. Making sure to hold her gaze, he licked his own hand and sprinkled salt over the spot, lining up a lime wedge before reaching for his shot glass, more to give himself time to calm down than any other reason. God, those eyes. Mike raised his glass. “What are we drinking to?” he managed to rasp. His tongue felt as uncooperative as a new glove.“Your turn to choose."Damn, she wasn't giving him anything to work with. He cast around for something, deciding to remind her of their first meeting. “To Thane, then.”“To Thane,” she agreed, tossing back the shot. She drank as if her glass had been filled with water. He realized belatedly she hadn't bothered with either the salt or the lime. But she held his eyes as he licked the salt from his own skin before raising the glass to his lips. He reached for the lime wedge. Recklessly, he offered the fruit to her. When she bit it, still staring into his eyes, he felt her lips brush his fingers, but he couldn't look away from her face. How many nights had he seen her eyes in his dreams? He hadn't believed real people had eyes the color of amethysts, but here she was, close enough to touch. The tequila traced fingers of fire down his throat, but the tiny swipe of her tongue across his thumb started a stronger burn south of his stomach. Regret flooded him as she pulled her head back, leaving the lime in his fingers. Still holding her gaze, he inserted the wedge in his mouth. She turned away, breaking the crazy feeling only the two of them existed in the crowded bar.Tossing the peel onto a napkin, he watched as she began fixing another round of drinks for the waitress who suddenly stood to his right. “When’s last call around here?” he asked. The scantily-clad girl gave him a knowing look, and then glanced back at the bartender, who was busily mixing drinks, her back to him. “Ten minutes to four,” she said with a groan. Mike glanced at his watch. It was only one-thirty. He suppressed a groan of his own. But she was pretty much a captive behind this bar, and he had nothing better to do than wait, and watch. He settled more comfortably into the tall chair. She brought the waitress a tray filled with frothy drinks. The girl ambled off with a sigh. The bartender picked up the bottle and poured him another shot. Before he could speak, she walked away again, this time to take orders from a large group that had just settled themselves at the opposite end of the long bar. A guy appeared behind the long slab of black marble, jockeying a keg on a pair of hand trucks. “Did you go to Milwaukee for that?” she demanded.“Sorry, Vee, its nuts out there. I been trying to get here for an hour.” The guy knelt to manhandle the keg into place. Vee. What kind of nickname is that? Violet? When he finished the chore, the guy stood and pulled the tap until the amber liquid ran in a clear, steady stream. “There ya go, Vee. I’ll get somebody over here so you can have a break. I guess I forgot that, too, huh?”“I guess you did,” she agreed. “But its okay. I've been so busy, I forgot I needed one.”The guy seemed reluctant to leave, Mike noticed. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’ll buy you breakfast to make up for neglecting you.”Damn it, Mike thought as he listened to their exchange. He felt something lurch in his chest. “No thanks, Remo. I have something to do after I get off.”Mike watched through narrowed eyes. The guy with the keg smoothed a strand of her hair off her shoulder, taking the opportunity to let his hand drift a lot closer to her breast than Mike liked. She took a step back. “Aw, Vee, don’t be like that, girl. We both know you got nothing going on at five in the morning. Come on, let me buy you breakfast.” The offending hand moved closer to the dip in the top of her tight corset.She slapped his hand. “I said, no thanks.” He dropped his hand, but it grazed her hip. half-rising, Mike knew that touch was no accident. She flinched, but her eyes flashed.Mike watched the asshole grin at her, anger tightening his gut. He recognized the look in the guy’s eyes. It was probably the same look he wore, pure lust. He understood somehow, too, this wasn't the first time the guy had tried to touch her. She’d made it plain enough she didn't want the asshole's hands on her. He could see her dislike in the stiffness of her spine. “Don’t you have something to do?” she snapped at the guy. “Like find somebody to relieve me, remember?”The guy took tow steps, but turned back for one more try. “See you on your break, then.”“Sorry, Reno. I have a better offer,” she spat, tilting her head.Mike realized she meant him. He couldn’t resist a triumphant grin. The guy glared at him across the bar before striding away.“Idiot,” she muttered, approaching Mike once more. “You still want that beer?”“Are you okay?” he asked, wanting to comfort her. Somehow.“Why wouldn't I be? He’s harmless, but irritating. I hate when guys just think it’s okay to—”
To be continued on 4/29
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