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Going Vane on Friday Flames

JEWEL OF THE EAST(The Devil DeVere #5) Victoria Vane

Having once lived his life only for larks, laughter, and ladies of easy virtue, Captain Simon Singleton has returned from the war with the colonies a shambles of a man. Now free from six years of captivity, he's still fettered by irrational fears that confine him to a life of seclusion.   

Once the crowning jewel of the most lavish brothel in London, the exotic Salime finds her reputation and livelihood destroyed by a bitter rival. With a closely guarded secret stripped away, Salime fears no man will ever desire her again. Seeking aid from one who once saved her life, Salime accepts a proposition to repay her debt by becoming a companion to his war-scarred friend.  

 Circumstance brings these two damaged souls together; but fate ignites a love story worthy of the Arabian Nights.

EXCERPT
He fisted his hands in her silky hair, pleading between ragged breaths, "Please Salime. You must stop."
She slid him from her mouth and squeezed the head of his sex. Although his chest still heaved with the effort of holding back, the urgency abated.
"You need not fight it," she spoke in a sultry whisper. "I wish you to take your pleasure from me."
Suppressing a groan, he closed his hand over hers, freeing it from his phallus. "After all I have said to you, is this all you think I desire? For you to service me like…like a …"
A look of pain flashed in her eyes. "You do not enjoy such pleasures? In my experience it is what all men most desire."
"I am not other men," he growled, "and I don't want you to think of me in that way. I thought… Bloody hell! Am I just like them to you? Do you feel nothing more for me? I need to know, Salime, do you really desire me? Or do you only act out of your obligation to DeVere—"
***Although she’d been with many men, none but Simon had ever inspired her desire. How could he not know this? She longed to feel his kisses, to see passion blazing in his eyes as he moved inside her. She cut him off, bringing his hand to her breast and placing it over her heart. Rising on her toes, she whispered against his lips, "Can you not tell when a woman's desire is real? Do you not feel this beneath your hand? It gallops." She slid their joined hands to the center of her chest. "And my lungs struggle to catch up with my racing heart."
He drew in a sharp breath when she moved still lower, guiding his hand over the plane of her belly… and lower yet, sucking in a breath with a guttural sound, when she stopped at the apex of her thighs. It was a heady thing, how powerfully the simplest touch affected him.
She pressed his palm into her mons. "And this? Do you not feel the wetness weeping from my womanhood? Do you not know this sign? I burn for you, Simon. Only for you."
His grey eyes had grown almost black. Almost instantly he cupped her nape, claiming and branding her with a new urgency she was helpless to resist. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body, caressing her breasts, cupping her arse, sliding between her legs, while mercilessly marauding her mouth. She dug her fingers into his hair, grinding against him with aching loins. The friction of his engorged sex sent shocks of pleasure to her core.
She cried out. He swallowed the sound with his own hoarse moan, lifting her against his tumescent sex. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and he carried her to her bed, where they tumbled headlong onto it. Limbs tangled, bodies sliding, they reveled in slick friction, and plummeted deeper into pleasure. He rolled on top of her, caging her with his hard and hot body. Bringing one hand between them, he positioned his hard member into her folds, rocking his hips slowly, coating himself in her juices. His cadence increased, his hips thrusting, his thumb circling and massaging her hooded bud. His mouth came down on her neck, sucking and biting, his breath hot and humid on her skin.
 "I want to watch your eyes when I plunge into you, Salime. After that, I want to take you like the heathens and in every conceivable way. Salime… Salime," he murmured her name. Seductive and hypnotic, it fell from his lips. "I've never wanted a woman as I want you."
The symphony of sensation created by his hands, his mouth, his sex against hers, was exquisite. Mind-numbing, but it was still not enough. The emptiness was excruciating, the ache agonizing. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked. "Still so many words? You talk too mu—" She gasped as he pierced her, impaling himself deeply inside her in one smooth, hard thrust.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Victoria Vane is an award-winning romance novelist and history junkie whose works range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling and intensely erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of Goodreads Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. Look for Victoria's sexy new contemporary cowboy series coming in summer 2014.
Author Website: http://www.victoriavane.comDeVere Fan Site: http://thedevildevere.comAuthor Blog: http://victoriavane.wordpress.comFace... Author Victoria VaneTwitter: @authorvictoriav

THE DEVIL DEVERE SERIES AWARDS AND ACCOLADES**Library Journal Best E-Book Romance 2012**LR Café Best Series nominee 2012
A Wild Night's Bride (book#1) Night Owl Reviews Top PickInd'Tale Magazine Rone nomineeIRC Reader Choice Best Historical Nominee
The Virgin Huntress, (book#2) Night Owl Reviews Top PickInd'Tale Magazine Rone nominee
The Devil You Know (book#3) The Romance reviews Best Erotic Historical Romance 2012 nomineeNight Owl Reviews Top PickThe Romance Reviews Top PickLR Café Best Historical Romance nominee 2012Two Lips Reviewer's Choice Winner 2013Ind'Tale Magazine Rone nominee
The Devil's Match, (book#4) August 2012 Night Owl Reviews Top PickThe Romance Reviews Top PickLASR Reviews Book of the Month December 2012Swept Away by Romance Best Historical Romance of 2012Two Lips Reviews Recommended ReadInd'Tale Magazine Rone nominee

I'm visiting with Rosanna Leo today!

My good friend Rosanna Leo kindly allowed me to boast on her blog today. I hope you'll all stop by!

Rosanna Leo's Room: Welcome Sheri Fredricks!: It has been some time since I've been able to welcome the wonderful Sheri Fredricks to my blog, and I'm so pleased she has swung by.

Chance Encounters on Friday Flames

Friday Flames welcomes Martha O'Sullivan!



Chance Encounter, the second installment in the Chances trilogy, by Martha O’Sullivan     In Second Chance, star-crossed lovers Brian Rembrandt and Lindsay Foster get a second chance at love. And their wedding beneath the twinkling stars of Lake Tahoe serves as the perfect backdrop for another match made in heaven. But it’s more complicated than that…
The last thing Delaney Richards was looking for in Lake Tahoe was love. The long hours at the office were finally paying off—she could all but feel the vice-presidency in her bones. She was counting on this week in San Francisco to seal the deal. But first she had to get through Lindsay’s wedding—Delaney’s first since her own. Almost wedding, that is. You can’t have a wedding without a groom.     Captain Mike Savoy hadn’t counted on seeing Delaney Richards again at his best friend’s wedding, let alone find himself falling in love with her.  Now he has to convince her that the feeling is mutual—and permanent. But the past can be a killer. And the only way Mike can ensure a future with her is to send her away. To survive, Delaney must trust the heart that once betrayed her.


 Excerpt from Chance Encounter
      Her ensuing words made that nearly impossible. “You’ll be the first man to touch me that way. Now I wish you were the only man to touch me at all.”
     Mike swallowed the shock and wondered if she could feel him hardening behind the zipper. “As long as I’m the last.”   
     She responded by silently backing up into the bedroom and reaching behind her. A second later the dress fell to the floor. “I’ve been waiting all night to show you what’s under my dress.”
     He supposed the foghorns still boomed from the bridge, the seals continued to bark on the pier, the cars buzzed along on the street below. But Mike’s mind discounted all that. In his head, his hands were already running down Delaney’s tawny shoulders. They lingered at the curve of her breasts before pausing on her svelte waist and then resting on her willowy hips.             And his cock wasn’t far behind.
     He shut the French doors behind him and loosened his collar.  “I’ve been waiting all night to see what’s under your dress.” 
   “I told you,” she tantalized. “Didn’t you believe me?”
     He cast aside his suit coat. “Oh, I believed you. That’s why I’ve been waiting all night.”
     By mid-stride, he felt himself being yanked under her spell. By the time he reached her, his hands felt claw-like against the buttons of his shirt. Hers, on the other hand, were as agile as a cat’s. “You seemed oddly patient.” She wended her slender fingers down the shirt, holding him with a wolfish smile all the while. “I was beginning to wonder.”
     “You’ll never have to wonder about that.” Tipping point reached and passed, he grabbed her wrists. “If I’d had my way, I would’ve taken you in the elevator.” He ripped the shirt off before she could finish, busting the two bottom buttons in the process. He made quick work of his pants, then lassoed her waist. Seizing her mouth, he straddled her to his middle. Her delta felt as hot and wet as her mouth tasted.
     And he couldn’t wait to prove it.
     He carried her to the bed and laid her down. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his burgeoning erection. Wholehearted superlatives echoed on her lips as she extended her arms, inviting his wielding body to hers.
    Suddenly Mike didn’t know what to do with his eyes, his hands, his mouth. He was still trying to collect himself when Delaney entreated in a concerned whisper. “Mike, come to me.”
     “Not until you cum first,” he decided out loud.  Kneeling, he pried her creamy legs apart and pressed his ravenous mouth to her triangle. He burrowed his face into her buttery pleats and began to lick. Long, lazy strokes at first, then short, quick ones. Rabid now, he couldn’t get enough of her sweet poison.
     And the feeling was clearly mutual.
     Her head shot up like a piston as he began devouring her. The rest of her fell back on the bed, allowing him access to all her folds. Her fingers curled the bed sheets as his tongue explored her every crease and crevice of her fleshy core.
     With excruciating precision.
    He felt her begin to unravel even before his name was audible. Stitch by stich he took her higher until, her spindle barren, she broke free. Her flailing hands froze in his hair as she surrendered to his unspoken pleas. Drenching him and quaking, she purred and peaked, nearly taking him with him.                Kissing his way, Mike rested his head on her stomach. Her pulse was quickening in her abdomen and the shallow breaths in her chest were strangulated. She was still reeling in the orgasm, he self-congratulated.  And he was still wallowing in giving it to her.
     Her eyes fluttered open. “That was amazing.” Her voice was blissfully exhausted. “I loved it.”
     He crawled up to her. “I loved tasting every inch of you,” he told her around a gallant kiss.
      Returning the sentiment, she eased him aside and started shimmying down the king-size bed.  “Now let me return the favor.”
     “Laney.” He caught her arm. “I won’t last long.”
     “Good.” She left him with a naughty nod. His cock was leaking readiness and she used it to bring him to her. She gripped him at the base of his throbbing shaft and took all of him in her mouth. Then she began to suck.
     Her prepossessing mouth was like a finely-tuned machine. Her cheeks hollowed out, her lips clenched, her fingers joggled.
     And Mike’s body went slack for the want.
     His groans filled the air as she engorged him. He felt his midsection jolt forward, his neck snap back, his eyes roll in his head. It was a titillation like he’d never known. And it was the only thing that could rival being inside her.
     And still she sucked. 
     He could feel the pressure intensifying, the meter pounding, the flow building.  He was already hard enough to make love to her. It was now or never.
     After a brief internal debate, he tapped her head.
    She slithered up to him with a contented smile and fiery eyes.

     He positioned her on her side next to him and entered her from behind. Their low growls merged into a hedonic moan as the tip of him met her saturated cavern. Pressing his palms against her breasts, Mike bent his knees and pushed against her. She encircled his neck with her arms and they fell into an instinctual, mellifluous rhythm. Back and forth they swayed, her head tucked into the groove of his shoulder and the small of her back grinding against his stomach. He heard her baiting breaths against his cheek, her burning appeals in his ear. And just as he felt the judder of her orgasm, he drained himself into her.
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A Flaming Happy New Year!

Happy New year! 


I hope you found whatever it is you were looking for in 2013. If it just didn't happen for you, here's 2014!


Japanese proverb: Fall down seven times, stand up eight.  


I'm trying like heck to finish the third book in my shapeshifter Centaur Series, so I apologize for the sporadic posts of Friday Flames.

One of my goals for the New Year is to not only finish and publish this book, but to get back in shape to where I was a few years ago.

 I'm looking forward to:  * good times ahead
                                          * opportunities to meet readers and other writers
                                          * some badly needed rain - God willing


Do you have goals for 2014? Do you make resolutions?
Leave a comment and let me know!

Sheri

Felicity Heaton

Good morning!! Brr! It's been freezing outside, even here in California.

Good thing the fire is hot today!

Welcome back, Felicity Heaton. This HOT writer is offering another excerpt to heat up our day.




Take it away!





It’s great to be here at Sheri’s blog again! This time, I’m here to talk about my new release, Kissed by a Dark Prince, which is the first book in my hot new paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates.
I’m going to be sharing a sexy little excerpt from the book with you today.

Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1)
Felicity Heaton
Olivia thinks it’s her lucky night when a dangerously handsome unconscious fae ends up on her inspection table. He’s her chance to redeem herself with her employer, the demon-hunting organisation, Archangel. But when the tall, dark and deadly immortal warrior awakes, she gets much more than she bargained for…

Attacked by his enemy in the elf kingdom, the last thing Prince Loren expects when he comes around is a beautiful angel watching over him and medical technology of the mortal realm. Hazy from his injuries, all he can focus on is the pulse ticking in her throat and the sweet allure of her blood.

One single bite reveals she is his eternal mate, triggering a bond between them that will leave him weakened until it is completed… or broken, and pulling Olivia into the crossfire of his ancient feud.

To protect his people and his mate from the machinations of a madman, Loren must risk everything by working with Olivia at Archangel to find a way to break the bond blossoming between them.

But will Loren be strong enough to place duty before desire and give up the one thing he has waited millennia for and craves above all others—his eternal mate? And will Olivia be able to resist the incredible heat that burns between them and the temptation of her dark prince’s kiss?
Kissed by a Dark Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/kbadp


Kissed by a Dark Prince – ExcerptLoren curled his hips, driving himself into the female’s supple body, tearing another sweet moan from her lips. Her fingers tangled in his black hair and she kissed him, her mouth hot and teasing, her tongue sweeping along his. He took control of the kiss, mastering her mouth and forcing her into submission. Her tongue danced with his, her lips soft and yielding, her taste addictive. He caught the nape of her neck with one hand and held her in place, taking her mouth as he took her body, his kiss as aggressive as his thrusts.
Her feet tightened against his backside, a silent plea for more, and he clutched her hips, dragged her to the edge of the black-rubber-topped table and pumped her harder, thrusting as deep as he could go. She tipped her head back, causing the soft waves of her chestnut hair to spill around her shoulders, a beautifully wanton and wild look in her rich brown eyes. Loren growled and took her harder, driven by a need to claim all of her. He grunted with each thrust, each meeting of their hips, lost in how warm and wet she was, tightly gloving him and driving him crazy with a need for more.
A fine sheen of sweat slicked her flushed cheeks and dappled across her bare breasts, some drops gathering on her beaded nipples.
Another growl escaped him. He wanted to taste those exquisite buds as he took her.
He leaned over her, pressing her down into the table and rising above her without breaking his rhythm. Her white coat parted, falling away from her body and revealing all of her to his hungry eyes. He snarled possessively and swooped down to claim her left nipple, tugging the hard pebble into his mouth. She mewled, clawed his shoulders and dug her fingers through his hair, clutching him against her. Her body clenched his, drawing him deeper, heightening his pleasure as he thrust into her with long measured strokes, feeling all of her.
Loren still needed more. It wasn’t enough. He needed to know she was his and she knew it.
She rocked her hips, countering his movements, taking him as deep as her body would allow. The tip of his length struck deep inside her and he withdrew almost all the way out of her before he plunged back in, striking her again. He moaned and curled his hands around her shoulders, settling his weight on his elbows. He dragged her against him with each thrust of his hips, desperate for more, needing to take her harder and deeper, ruining her to all other males. His legs quivered but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to stamp his mark on every inch of her.
Loren rammed harder into her, making her feel him, wanting her to know she was his now.
She groaned and arched her breasts into his mouth, and he sucked harder on her nipple, teasing it with his blunt teeth as he continued to drive into her, relentless and hard, unable to ignore his need to take her so thoroughly she would never want another male and would never forget him. He lightly bit down on her nipple and her husky moan went straight through him. His fangs descended in response and he rose off her again, bracing himself over her as he plunged into her, bringing her towards her climax with savage relentless strokes. She thrashed her head and arched upwards, her body tightening around his, ripping a groan from his throat. Her feet pressed into his buttocks, forcing his hard length into her each time he withdrew. Her dark eyes pleaded him for more, her breathless moans his guide, telling him that she was close.
Loren wanted to feel them climax together.
His lips peeled back off his fangs and she obeyed, turning her head to one side, revealing the marks he had placed on her before, in this same laboratory. He struck hard again, burying his fangs into her soft warm flesh and pulling hard on her blood. She cried out and her body quivered around his, her pleasure racing into him through her blood, bringing him to climax. He shuddered and jerked, growled into her as he came, pumping his seed into her hot core as he pulled her blood into his body.
Loren shot up in bed, breathing hard and shaking, his senses reeling with the intense pleasure boiling in his veins. His cock ached, the brush of the silk covers pooled around his waist agony against his sensitive flesh. He rubbed his palm down it and heat shot through him, sweeping outwards with his groin at its epicentre. He groaned and flopped back onto the bed, struggling to catch his breath.
It had been two days since he had woken a captive of a mortal organisation and taken the female’s blood. Every time he had closed his eyes to catch some sleep and speed his healing, she was there waiting for him in his dreams.
Erotic, intense, incredible dreams.
Loren palmed himself again and then dragged his hand away. He was only inviting the dreams if he pleasured himself because of them. He dug his hands under the soft pillows beneath his head, caging them there, and stared at the wooden ceiling of his rooms.
Why couldn’t he get his mind off her?
She haunted him every waking hour and every sleeping one, filling his head with thoughts that had him needful of her and aching, hard at some extremely inappropriate times.
Loren sincerely hoped that his clothing had concealed the erection he had sported during a council meeting. It had refused to go away, dragging his mind through the gutter, making him imagine taking the female right there on his throne. He hadn’t heard a word his trusted advisors had said as they had gently berated him about his lack of caution that had led to him being injured and left at the mercy of demon hunters.
He scrubbed a hand down his face and then shoved his fingers through his black hair, yanking it back hard enough to hurt.
He hadn’t experienced lust in forty-two centuries, not since he had gone to war with his brother. He also hadn’t thought of anything other than Vail and their war in that time. He didn’t like it. He needed to focus on his brother now that he had re-emerged from hiding.
Searching for his brother had occupied most of his days since their war had begun. Vail cloaked himself, making it impossible for Loren to find him through the link between their blood, so all searching had to be done manually, using scouts and his dwindling army to follow up rumours and find clues.
His brother had been gone without a trace, clue or rumour to follow for almost four centuries.
Loren’s guard had been down three nights ago when walking the castle grounds, needing the space from his aides so he could think. Vail had defeated him before he had even managed to rally his senses and begin to defend and retaliate.
Somehow, he had ended up in the mortal realm. Was Vail there now?
It unnerved Loren. Vail had never taken their battle to the mortal realm and the council were concerned that he intended to reveal the existence of his kind to the humans.
Loren’s people were already low in number as it was, weakened by attacks resulting from his brother’s nefarious plots throughout the centuries. He wasn’t sure they would survive should the mortals discover a way into this realm and send in their armies.
The council were using this latest attack, and almost successful attempt on Loren’s life, to force him to agree to drop his attempts to capture Vail and end him instead. Loren closed his eyes, his chest aching at the thought of killing his brother, his only family. He was still convinced that Vail could be saved, but he was the only one who felt that way. Everyone else, even his second in command, Bleu, believed that Vail was a tyrant and deserved to die in exchange for the lives he had taken on the battlefield, both by his own blades and by underhanded tactics.
Loren had a duty to his people.
The council took great pleasure in reminding him of that and Loren could never argue against it. His duty was to his people and he would do all in his power to protect them.
Even kill his brother.
He wasn’t sure he had the strength to do it though. Whenever he saw Vail, he wanted to capture him and bring him home. He wanted to save him and he hesitated because of it, allowing his brother to escape.
Now, Loren feared that it was a fool’s dream and that he would live to see his kingdom fall and his people suffer because of his love for his brother.
Because of his inability to place his people before his only family.
The council weren’t on the battlefield to see what he witnessed. Whenever he met Vail in battle, they dealt each other blows, but it had always felt as though they were toying with each other, neither of them desiring the death of the other.
The times when Vail’s female were present were different though. The witch had been present at many of their fights over the centuries and each time Vail had been a savage, wild man, focused and determined. The sight of his brother like that left Loren with the feeling that his brother had completely lost his mind.
Whenever they had crossed swords without Kordula present, Vail still seemed crazed, but not savage or mindless. He flitted between attacking and retreating, as though he was split between them, his mind torn in two.
Loren heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He still ached. No longer the ache of arousal. The wounds on his body were healing but sore, a lingering reminder that Vail was dangerous and had almost killed him this time.
Why now?
He couldn’t recall everything that had happened. There were pieces missing and he had a strong urge to return to the female doctor and finish finding out how she had come across him.
Not a wise idea.
Common sense warned that he really wanted to return to her because he had another strong urge, the one that occupied his dreams and had him rising beneath the sheets again.
Loren sat up and shifted his legs over the left edge of his expansive mattress. He shed the dark purple sheets and rose from the bed, stretched and tried to ignore how hard he was again. It was no use. He had ignored it for two days and it wasn’t going to go away until he found release. Many in his court would suggest finding a female to slake himself on but he didn’t want a stranger in his bed, a female who would be there under orders no doubt, doing her duty for the kingdom.
He hadn’t bedded a woman since long before he had gone to war with Vail. He wasn’t going to start now. He wanted his ki’ara. His fated female. He wanted the one destined to be his forever.

Kissed by a Dark Prince is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find all the links at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/kbadp


Books in the Eternal Mates romance series: Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 1) Claimed by a Demon King – coming February 2014

About Felicity Heaton: Felicity Heaton is a USA Today and international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!
If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:Website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk Blog: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/blog/ Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/felicityheaton Twitter: http://twitter.com/felicityheaton Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/felicityheaton Mailing List: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/newsletter.php


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Entangled in Friday Flames!

The flames have burned  hotter  than ever before. The scenes are scorching. 
Through it all,  over 7,400 people  have dropped in and read the excerpts shared.


If this is your first visit, thank you for joining us. I offer my website as a venue to showcase your work. 

If you are a returning author, welcome back! I'm so glad to see you again!

Whether you write YA, Sweet, Sensual, or Erotic -- this is the place to lay it all down.

Where the steam greets the reader!
 Crystal Drake will start us off with a scene from her book - Entangled



The high commander opened her legs, knelt between them in his power position, and he caressed her thighs with his big, hot hands. Her legs quivered and heated. The wetness he caused was instant. The sight of his ready erection made her hungry for him. He stretched over her and applied a hungry kiss to her lips that drove away her fear.
Then he moved down her body, placing tiny sucking kisses down her neck and shoulders, tickling her. The chilly breeze titillated her flesh. His hot mouth reached her breasts to find them rushing for his attention. He suckled one, then the other, and she couldn’t stop whispering his name. He trailed kisses down her stomach until he reached the apex of her womanhood. The imagining of his mouth anywhere near that pleasure center made her mind and body feel as though she spun.
“Oh, Kade…” came out in a rushing breath, her body shivering again.
“Willa… I want Valco to see me worship you like this.”
She shuddered and moaned and felt terribly hungry.
“You’re very wet, Willa… Do you want me?”
Her thighs shook at his stimulation. “I don’t want anything like I want you, Kade.”
“I don’t want anything like I want you, priestess. Tell that deceiver he can’t take you from me, Willa.”
Kade went down on her, surprising her and making her cry out his name. His tongue danced over the folds of her sex, causing tremors of orgasm through her body. His name shuddered from her lips through the forest from no intentional effort of her own. She heard it but barely realized it came from her when he rocked her with a strong orgasm swamping her senses with ecstasy. She opened her eyes to see him there, thrilling her like that and obviously enjoying it. Another gasp escaped her mouth, and she slid her fingers into his shortly cropped hair. Enthusiastic for response, he used his mouth and fingers to make her cry out louder.

When he’d nearly made her weep from wanting his total possession, he moved up her body and kissed her passionately. Then he entered her to the great mind-expanding pleasure of her heart and body. 
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Friday Flames goes North and South!

Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.
It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination and attention. 
To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames!

Today, I want you to share your Steamy Hot scene, the one that sends the reader up in flames .

It doesn't have to be graphic. Tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment...keep us hanging by a thread.

To start us off, here's an excerpt from Brenna Chase's book: North and South




“What do you want, love?”
She swallowed, closed her eyes. “You, inside me.”
“God, yes, I want that too,” he murmured. “Look at me, Margaret.”
She turned round. He had moved slightly away from her. Margaret leaned forward, cupped his face, and pressed her lips to his. She slid them back and forth, teasing and caressing. His breath hitched, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Mr. Thornton gazed back at her, his expression determined, hungry. Her chest rose and fell on a deep breath, desire coiling through her, hot and heady, as he caught one of her hands and tugged her gently toward him. She straddled him, his erection teasing her cleft as she settled on his lap, and the rapid thud of his heart matched her own as her breasts crushed against his hard chest, sending more thrilling sensations rushing through her body. He drew her face down toward his again, and she licked her lips, parting them for the coming kiss. His mouth closed over hers. His tongue delved inside to claim and coax hers, while his hands moved to her hair, his fingers uncoiling and sifting through the thick strands.
His mouth gentled, his tongue dancing with hers, gliding around, stroking along it. Margaret trembled and ached more than she had before with each caress. When he began to leave her, heedless of her own need for breath, her hands moved to his shoulders, and her lips closed around the agile muscle, drew it into her mouth, and suckled. His low groan reverberated throughout her body, and Margaret, encouraged, repeated the caress.
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Friday Flames goes Wicked and Plush!

Welcome to another sizzling edition of FRIDAY FLAMES!
I have a special treat for all you HOT readers. Today I welcome back none other than the Wicked Muse herself, Leanore Elliott!!



Her books have steamed the screens of eReaders for many years now. And for good reason!
Leanore Elliott writes scorching HOT stories of love.



Blurb:  
Come take a ride through Flatonia, Texas and experience the wonderful journey of Bren and Trevor with the Velvet Series. Kanda gets her fill of Prime Rib when she meets up with Wade and Daisy is facing the her only fear. Bren finds out her mama has a couple of secrets she's been keeping. Who is Maggie? Why does Daisy have the need to run from a man, who may hold more than just cards in his hand? Trevor feels the need to show Bren that he is the only fine meat she needs. Kanda can't get enough of her more than enough prime rib, but does she want more?
The Velvet books were written for Plush women everywhere. Everybody needs a little Red Velvet cake with its fine cream, a Plush doll, a GI Cowboy with a sprinkle of M&M's. Along with a spanking and a fine ride against a wall.  

Turn on your fans, here comes Leanore's excerpt:

Excerpt:

Her breath caught in her throat as he held her high and hoisted there for a long moment.

Wade’s eyes wandered from her flushing face, down along her water streamed neck, pausing at her heaving plentiful breasts with her erected pink nipples gleaming in the sunlight. “It’s called…” He lowered her further while keeping her gaze locked with his, then sat her straight down onto his erection. “—Fire in the water.”
“Oooh…” she cooed breathlessly as he filled her completely. Yep, he could light the matches just anywhere he pleased all right. I’m just roastin’on a spit, a ringer turnin’ in the flames.
Wade bit at his lip as if it felt too good to him too and then he raised her hips up and slowly back down. “The friction builds…” He repeated the motion again but with a more rapid thrusting.
Kanda’s head dropped back, the erotic wet sliding was too much pleasure.Wade repeated the motion, then lowered his mouth to her exposed nipple, latching on.
Kanda’s body was now on fire, her torso rippled with the heat from his mouth while her insides were filled and heated from his friction building.
Lifting his mouth away, he watched her with a smoldering intensity, as she squirmed with need. Then, he latched onto the other nipple and propelled her once again over his thick, throbbing cock.
This  flamin’ ride in the water is gonna end me! Her body couldn’t take anymore and she grew rigid from the strain of an unexpected orgasm, she never knew what an orgasm was before, but lord howdy, did she ever know now! It felt like she was bursting with erotic heat, burning alive and loving every minute of the searing.
Wade held her onto his hard tool and kept her there while his hands grabbed a hold of her lush butt cheeks and he squeezed.
The squeezing seemed to enhance her climax and she gasped for air. The full feeling was the most satisfying sensation too. Like she was whole for the first time in her life, but also like she was splitting apart with some upheaval of emotions. It was like nothing she ever dreamed of and the colors floated in front of her eyes again, as the water whirled around her and the sun seemed to blind her. I’m gonna die! I’m gonna perish right here!
He groaned and his hard bod stiffened. “Wild fire, Kandy girl, wild…” He breathlessly panted as he pulled her close and held her tight.
Crushed against his sleek wet chest while warmth seemed to seep out of every pore she owned, she knew this was like a sweet death. This must be what it means to die sweetly in someone’s arms. She knew her epitaph would be correct when they finally put her sorry body into the ground.

Here Lies Kanda, The Cow Girl Who Foolishly Played With Matches.
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About Leanore:Wicked Leanore has been writing HOT books for five years. Her 19th novel will be released in October 2013. Her obsession with books drove her to help other authors with editing, formatting, cover and trailer making. She formed her own book production company, Wicked Muse Productions. Leanore feels so blessed to work at the book dream every day of her life.
 

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Friday Flames!

Welcome to Friday Flames!This week I welcome Kate Deveaux to share her Sweet scene.
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Contemporary and Erotic Romance Author
About Kate: Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.
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About Academy of Love:Love smolders and the sex is red hot when Cassianna Baxter leaves behind a glamorous teaching career in Italy to return to her old Alma Mater, Lewiston Academy for Girls as the Deputy Head Mistress. No sooner does she arrive at the Academy than she walks smack into sexy Lawrence Taylor, her first love and ex-lover. He’s been looking for her ever since he was forced to leave her and now that she is back at the Academy he knows he has to win her back. And not just in his bed.
Red Sage Publishing Official Release Date: August 1 2013 Amazon: http://amzn.to/198dRs7 B&N: http://bit.ly/1bi6C1u
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“Hello, can I help you?” A deep voice startled them from behind. Cassianna’s chest tightened and a spark shot through her heart. Slowly, she turned toward the voice.Those sensuous green eyes, that wavy sandy blonde hair. Her heart stopped for a moment. “Lawrence?” Cassianna squeaked, in a voice that was definitely not her own. His eyes held hers and her body trembled. “Cassianna?” Lawrence asked, a stunned look on his face.Silence hung in the air.
She had not seen Lawrence in almost twelve years, but there he was before her. His rugged, handsome good looks unchanged. His muscled body evident with his shirtsleeves rolled up, she could see those strong forearms and his adept hands. Oh, what he could do with those hands. She was unable to take her gaze from his. Words would not form in her mouth as she stared at him.Lawrence stepped forward, extending his hand to Mr. Stevens. “I am pleased to meet you. I’m Lawrence Taylor,” his voice deep and confident, “chairman of the board of trustees for the academy.”Cassianna’s jaw dropped, but she quickly closed it, struggling to regain her professionalism. She hoped she appeared cool on the outside, inside her mind was racing even faster than her pulsing heart. She tried to center her thoughts; averting her gaze from Lawrence’s. She struggled with her composure and found her voice. “The Stevens are here for a tour of the school and were just admiring the Equestrian Center,” she said in Penny's direction. She feared that making eye contact with Lawrence would have her completely unglued. “And Penny is keen to join the riding team,” Cassianna stuttered, nodding to the young girl.“Is that so?” Lawrence smiled encouragingly at Penny. “I’m a bit of a horse man myself.”That’s an understatement, Cassianna thought, given the hours he’d spent coaching her years ago. And not just in the ring. Lawrence had been a talented and devoted lover, but now was not the time to think about that. She couldn’t help but notice that devastatingly charming grin that hadn’t changed, the way one corner of his mouth raised slightly higher than the other. She knew every nook and cranny of that mouth. A hot flush rushed between her thighs as her eyes lingered on him, remembering just how strong her attraction to him was all those years ago.                                                                                    **********


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