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September 28, 2014
#MasturbationMonday Phone Sex—A Fine How Do You Do #erotic #excerpt from If You Can't Stand the Heat
Masturbation Monday Week 4!
Oh Kayla, the image you chose this week for inspiration...phew, he's just mesmerizing. I couldn't stop watching him, although I felt rather naughty doing it. I came back to the page several times just to watch him, wondering what I might share this week that could do him justice. Hoping whatever I decide on might make him feel the urge to do this very thing again.(and perhaps a reader or two) :D
At first, of course, the tugging captured my attention. His nice firm hold on that beautifully erect dick. His grip is actually a little lower than my partner prefers. Duly noted and filed away. But once I'd caught his rhythm and the timing of the video loop, I started to pick up other delicious details besides the rapid yanking motion. He's not merely holding his balls and adding some much needed firmness there, but he's also fingering his butthole, another provocative and hypnotic image. I also noticed the muscle in his left thigh tighten and the vein bulge and thicken, as he thrusts upward, squeezing his fine glutes while driving his feet into the bed for leverage. Finally, I focused on the arch of his neck and his head on the pillow and the ever so slight tremble of his lower lip. Perhaps it's even a small moan or a curse, maybe even a word of encouragement. Like a Yeah! 'cause he's getting there.
I was a bit nervous about including the clip. But I couldn't not post it. Sorry, double negative, please forgive me, but I'm typing rather excitedly for the moment. I blame you, Kayla and our lovely boy 'Troy' below. (Thank you, Kayla!) :p
This week I'm sharing an excerpt from erotic contemporary romance If You Can't Stand the Heat.
Here's the blurb to set us up:
Somebody's about to get burned…
An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and
Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It's instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.
However, after a video with some rather personal content surfaces on the Internet, Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the breach.
Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?
Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.
EXCERPT:
Syn looked at herself in the mirror. Stripping off the red dress, she tossed it right into the garbage bin. She wouldn’t wear it again—she’d felt naked in it all day anyway. But she would have to admit at times she’d enjoyed it. Especially when Théo had been mesmerised by her breasts.
Syn closed her eyes remembering how it had felt to have his big hands on her, his tongue lapping at her nipple. Syn covered her tits and gave them a firm squeeze then attempted to replicate the same delicious sensations with her fingers, circling and plucking at her nipples, while imagining the sights and sounds of her encounter with Théo.
Trailing one hand over her stomach, pushing her panties down, she let them fall to the floor then stepped out of them. Syn slid her middle finger straight into her pussy. She spread the slickness around, as delightful pressure invaded her cunt. Almost from the moment she’d met Sesto, she’d been in a constant state of arousal. This was his fault.
Turning her attention to her swollen clit, she barely touched the sensitive bud and gasped at the acute pleasure. Still stimulating an erect nipple, Syn skilfully fondled her breast and clit simultaneously.
Opening her eyes, Syn watched herself in the full-length mirror only heightening her excitement. She wanted to drag this out, to feel the raw burn of need before she allowed herself some release.
Syn plunked her bare ass on the edge of the cool vanity for support, opening her legs slightly. Using one hand she parted her moist pussy folds, exposing the tiny little button of nerves, then circling it slowly, chafing it until she could hardly stand it.
Curling her toes into the bath mat, Syn fought the urge to just give over and allow herself to climax.
Suddenly the phone rang, causing her to jump. Torn for a moment, whether to answer, she decided she could multi-task.
Running into the bedroom, Syn picked up, answering breathlessly.
“Hello?”
“Syn?”
“Yes?” She sat on the edge of the bed.
“I, uh, wasn’t sure that I’d find you at home.”
Who was it? The person on the other end cleared his throat, as if nervous. Sesto? Oh my God!
“Théo?”
“Yes.”
“How’d you get this number?”
“The producer. I wanted to discuss what happened today.”
“Really? I was just reliving it myself.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone.” She opened the night table drawer and picked out the blue and silver vibrator. “Would you like to join me?” She invited, quite seriously. She could use good old Sesto right about now.
The slight hesitation told her that he considered it. “No…I…”
“I don’t know about you, Théo,” Syn lowered her voice. “But I can’t get you out of my head. Do you want to know what I was just doing, while thinking about you?”
“I’m sure that I don’t but you’ll tell me anyway.”
“I was masturbating while thinking of you kissing my breasts and I was just about to experience sucking your cock again in my imagination.” Syn held up the vibrator and looked at it. Tossing it aside in dissatisfaction. “You made me so horny. I’ve been on pins and needles all day.”
“Do you have to be like this?”
Syn stilled. Too much? Was she turning him off instead of on? She didn’t even know why she was being so over the top with him. He just brought it out of her. She was always a little on the outrageous side when she played up Syn the author, but this was beyond even that. It was almost as if she wanted to push him to the very limit, to have him accept her.
Jesus, what the hell was wrong with her. She’d just met the jerk for fuck’s sake, why was she thinking long term. Most likely, she’d never see him again after the pilot was finished. And she’d made a vow long ago where men were concerned. Use them for physical purposes only without getting emotionally attached. Regrettably, she’d learnt that lesson the hard way.
“No, I don’t have to be. But this is me. Take it or leave it.”
“No, I don’t believe that it is.”
“Will you stop? You’re bringing me down and I was on the verge of an excellent orgasm before you called. How ‘bout you talk dirty to me and I’ll finger fuck myself while you do.”
There was silence on the other end…so long that Syn thought he’d hung up.
“There’s no way I’m going to do that.”
Syn raked her lip before continuing softly, “Undo you pants, Théo.” Syn waited for a reaction. Hearing the long exhalation on the other end, she wondered if he’d actually done it or was just curious to hear what she was going to say next.
“I’m going to get comfy now on my bed. I’m already naked. Are you comfortable?” Syn pressed the speaker button so that she’d have both hands free.
He grunted in answer.
“My nipples are so stiff, standing at attention. I can almost feel your lips, Théo. So warm and soft. You were so gentle with me. I’m touching them, but it’s not the same. Your mouth is so much better, so hot. I can’t make my fingers do what your tongue can do.” Using both palms,
Syn rubbed her nipples.
Syn heard him swallow and she smiled.
“Are you touching yourself, Théo? Do you have that long beautiful cock in your hands? I’m so jealous. I want to hold it. Wrap my hands around you and stroke the sinewy length, and explore every inch of you from the satiny tip to the thick base. Will you wrap your hand around your cock, Théo, and pretend that it’s me touching you? Position your hand just under the head, give it a little tug for me.”
Syn heard rustling on the other end of the line. His breathing was shallow.
“Are you touching yourself?” Sesto asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes, I’m still caressing my nipples wishing you were here doing it for me.”
“Move lower.”
Syn grinned, as she slid a hand down between her legs. “Mmm.”
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“I’m so wet for you. Not just wet but slippery, a true sign of arousal. My middle finger slips right inside. No resistance. Sinking deep. Ahh.” Syn arched her back, her earlier excitement rushing back. “I need more.” Reaching across the bed, Syn clutched the vibrator, before sliding just the tip into her demanding cunt. “What would you do to me?”
He emitted a soft moan, his breath rattled and sounded jerky as if he were yanking his dick faster. Syn wished she could see him.
“I can’t. You’re the one that’s good with…unh-aaa…words.”
“I have the very tip of my vibrator inside me, holding me open, just waiting for the perfect time to plunge it all the way in.”
“Push it in farther.” His voice sounded strained.
“Not yet, Théo. We have some work to do. Would you play with my clit, Théo?”
“Yeah,” he panted.
“Touch it? Lick it? Suck on it ever so gently until I buck under your chin?”
“Ohh, yeah.”
“Say it, Théo. Tell me you want to lick my clit.”
He groaned then, not even attempting to stifle it anymore. “I want to lick your clit, Syn. Fuck! I’m gonna…”
“Don’t come yet, Théo. Wait for me, baby. Tell me what to do with my finger, it’s resting on my clit just waiting for you to tell me what to do, tingling in anticipation.”
Syn’s legs tensed as she sat poised to do his bidding. “Rub it, Syn. Just like I did to your tit. Just like you told me. As if I were licking pussy.”
Syn couldn’t help but smile as she did his bidding. He didn’t even realise that he was participating in the dirty talk. So much for the straight-laced chef.
“Oh, Théo, my clit is burning.”
“Faster, Syn.”
She did as he’d directed circling until she was digging her heels into the bed, tensing and clenching in an attempt to prolong the sweet torment.”
“My cunt feels heavy. What does your cock feel like, Sesto?”
He growled, a true animalistic sound. It sent a thrill through her. “I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, Syn.” His words were choppy. “Damn it, woman, come already!”
When he said the word come, a sweet zing of pure excitement shot through her sending her over the edge. Syn’s hips undulated on the mattress. “Ohh, Sesto, I’m comm-ingg!” she whimpered, plunging the vibrator deep inside her. She didn’t even bother to turn it on, just manually fucked herself with the appliance.
“Me, too,” he panted. “Sink it deep, Syn.”
Writhing on the bed, the room filled with their mingled moans of release, even though they were likely on opposite sides of the city.
It seemed like Sesto calmed long before Syn even wanted to. As much as the climax was good, she still needed more. But she required the real thing, not some simulation. She craved the hot slide that Sesto could provide her.
Théo cleared his throat and Syn pictured him straightening his clothes with that haughty look on his aristocratic face. The man who’d just been whole-heartedly taking part in phone sex was gone and the snotty chef was back. She couldn’t wait to hear how fast he got off the phone now or how awkward he’d sound.
“Well,” he began then coughed. “I will see you tomorrow.”
Not even waiting for an answer, he hung up, the dial tone blared in the silence.
Syn returned the phone to its dock. “Well, that was a fine how do you do?”
I hope you enjoyed this snip from If You Can't Stand the Heat!Don't forget to stop over at Masturbation Monday central and go down the linky list of all the other MM authors and bloggers.
Happy M—Monday to All!
Oh Kayla, the image you chose this week for inspiration...phew, he's just mesmerizing. I couldn't stop watching him, although I felt rather naughty doing it. I came back to the page several times just to watch him, wondering what I might share this week that could do him justice. Hoping whatever I decide on might make him feel the urge to do this very thing again.(and perhaps a reader or two) :D
At first, of course, the tugging captured my attention. His nice firm hold on that beautifully erect dick. His grip is actually a little lower than my partner prefers. Duly noted and filed away. But once I'd caught his rhythm and the timing of the video loop, I started to pick up other delicious details besides the rapid yanking motion. He's not merely holding his balls and adding some much needed firmness there, but he's also fingering his butthole, another provocative and hypnotic image. I also noticed the muscle in his left thigh tighten and the vein bulge and thicken, as he thrusts upward, squeezing his fine glutes while driving his feet into the bed for leverage. Finally, I focused on the arch of his neck and his head on the pillow and the ever so slight tremble of his lower lip. Perhaps it's even a small moan or a curse, maybe even a word of encouragement. Like a Yeah! 'cause he's getting there.
I was a bit nervous about including the clip. But I couldn't not post it. Sorry, double negative, please forgive me, but I'm typing rather excitedly for the moment. I blame you, Kayla and our lovely boy 'Troy' below. (Thank you, Kayla!) :p
This week I'm sharing an excerpt from erotic contemporary romance If You Can't Stand the Heat.
Here's the blurb to set us up:
Somebody's about to get burned…
An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and
Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It's instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.
However, after a video with some rather personal content surfaces on the Internet, Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the breach.
Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?
Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.
EXCERPT:
Syn looked at herself in the mirror. Stripping off the red dress, she tossed it right into the garbage bin. She wouldn’t wear it again—she’d felt naked in it all day anyway. But she would have to admit at times she’d enjoyed it. Especially when Théo had been mesmerised by her breasts.Syn closed her eyes remembering how it had felt to have his big hands on her, his tongue lapping at her nipple. Syn covered her tits and gave them a firm squeeze then attempted to replicate the same delicious sensations with her fingers, circling and plucking at her nipples, while imagining the sights and sounds of her encounter with Théo.
Trailing one hand over her stomach, pushing her panties down, she let them fall to the floor then stepped out of them. Syn slid her middle finger straight into her pussy. She spread the slickness around, as delightful pressure invaded her cunt. Almost from the moment she’d met Sesto, she’d been in a constant state of arousal. This was his fault.
Turning her attention to her swollen clit, she barely touched the sensitive bud and gasped at the acute pleasure. Still stimulating an erect nipple, Syn skilfully fondled her breast and clit simultaneously.
Opening her eyes, Syn watched herself in the full-length mirror only heightening her excitement. She wanted to drag this out, to feel the raw burn of need before she allowed herself some release.
Syn plunked her bare ass on the edge of the cool vanity for support, opening her legs slightly. Using one hand she parted her moist pussy folds, exposing the tiny little button of nerves, then circling it slowly, chafing it until she could hardly stand it.
Curling her toes into the bath mat, Syn fought the urge to just give over and allow herself to climax.
Suddenly the phone rang, causing her to jump. Torn for a moment, whether to answer, she decided she could multi-task.
Running into the bedroom, Syn picked up, answering breathlessly.
“Hello?”
“Syn?”
“Yes?” She sat on the edge of the bed.
“I, uh, wasn’t sure that I’d find you at home.”
Who was it? The person on the other end cleared his throat, as if nervous. Sesto? Oh my God!
“Théo?”
“Yes.”
“How’d you get this number?”
“The producer. I wanted to discuss what happened today.”
“Really? I was just reliving it myself.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone.” She opened the night table drawer and picked out the blue and silver vibrator. “Would you like to join me?” She invited, quite seriously. She could use good old Sesto right about now.
The slight hesitation told her that he considered it. “No…I…”
“I don’t know about you, Théo,” Syn lowered her voice. “But I can’t get you out of my head. Do you want to know what I was just doing, while thinking about you?”
“I’m sure that I don’t but you’ll tell me anyway.”
“I was masturbating while thinking of you kissing my breasts and I was just about to experience sucking your cock again in my imagination.” Syn held up the vibrator and looked at it. Tossing it aside in dissatisfaction. “You made me so horny. I’ve been on pins and needles all day.”
“Do you have to be like this?”
Syn stilled. Too much? Was she turning him off instead of on? She didn’t even know why she was being so over the top with him. He just brought it out of her. She was always a little on the outrageous side when she played up Syn the author, but this was beyond even that. It was almost as if she wanted to push him to the very limit, to have him accept her.
Jesus, what the hell was wrong with her. She’d just met the jerk for fuck’s sake, why was she thinking long term. Most likely, she’d never see him again after the pilot was finished. And she’d made a vow long ago where men were concerned. Use them for physical purposes only without getting emotionally attached. Regrettably, she’d learnt that lesson the hard way.
“No, I don’t have to be. But this is me. Take it or leave it.”
“No, I don’t believe that it is.”
“Will you stop? You’re bringing me down and I was on the verge of an excellent orgasm before you called. How ‘bout you talk dirty to me and I’ll finger fuck myself while you do.”
There was silence on the other end…so long that Syn thought he’d hung up.
“There’s no way I’m going to do that.”
Syn raked her lip before continuing softly, “Undo you pants, Théo.” Syn waited for a reaction. Hearing the long exhalation on the other end, she wondered if he’d actually done it or was just curious to hear what she was going to say next.
“I’m going to get comfy now on my bed. I’m already naked. Are you comfortable?” Syn pressed the speaker button so that she’d have both hands free.
He grunted in answer.
“My nipples are so stiff, standing at attention. I can almost feel your lips, Théo. So warm and soft. You were so gentle with me. I’m touching them, but it’s not the same. Your mouth is so much better, so hot. I can’t make my fingers do what your tongue can do.” Using both palms,
Syn rubbed her nipples.
Syn heard him swallow and she smiled.
“Are you touching yourself, Théo? Do you have that long beautiful cock in your hands? I’m so jealous. I want to hold it. Wrap my hands around you and stroke the sinewy length, and explore every inch of you from the satiny tip to the thick base. Will you wrap your hand around your cock, Théo, and pretend that it’s me touching you? Position your hand just under the head, give it a little tug for me.”
Syn heard rustling on the other end of the line. His breathing was shallow.
“Are you touching yourself?” Sesto asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes, I’m still caressing my nipples wishing you were here doing it for me.”
“Move lower.”
Syn grinned, as she slid a hand down between her legs. “Mmm.”
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“I’m so wet for you. Not just wet but slippery, a true sign of arousal. My middle finger slips right inside. No resistance. Sinking deep. Ahh.” Syn arched her back, her earlier excitement rushing back. “I need more.” Reaching across the bed, Syn clutched the vibrator, before sliding just the tip into her demanding cunt. “What would you do to me?”
He emitted a soft moan, his breath rattled and sounded jerky as if he were yanking his dick faster. Syn wished she could see him.
“I can’t. You’re the one that’s good with…unh-aaa…words.”
“I have the very tip of my vibrator inside me, holding me open, just waiting for the perfect time to plunge it all the way in.”
“Push it in farther.” His voice sounded strained.
“Not yet, Théo. We have some work to do. Would you play with my clit, Théo?”
“Yeah,” he panted.
“Touch it? Lick it? Suck on it ever so gently until I buck under your chin?”
“Ohh, yeah.”
“Say it, Théo. Tell me you want to lick my clit.”
He groaned then, not even attempting to stifle it anymore. “I want to lick your clit, Syn. Fuck! I’m gonna…”
“Don’t come yet, Théo. Wait for me, baby. Tell me what to do with my finger, it’s resting on my clit just waiting for you to tell me what to do, tingling in anticipation.”
Syn’s legs tensed as she sat poised to do his bidding. “Rub it, Syn. Just like I did to your tit. Just like you told me. As if I were licking pussy.”
Syn couldn’t help but smile as she did his bidding. He didn’t even realise that he was participating in the dirty talk. So much for the straight-laced chef.
“Oh, Théo, my clit is burning.”
“Faster, Syn.”
She did as he’d directed circling until she was digging her heels into the bed, tensing and clenching in an attempt to prolong the sweet torment.”
“My cunt feels heavy. What does your cock feel like, Sesto?”
He growled, a true animalistic sound. It sent a thrill through her. “I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, Syn.” His words were choppy. “Damn it, woman, come already!”
When he said the word come, a sweet zing of pure excitement shot through her sending her over the edge. Syn’s hips undulated on the mattress. “Ohh, Sesto, I’m comm-ingg!” she whimpered, plunging the vibrator deep inside her. She didn’t even bother to turn it on, just manually fucked herself with the appliance.
“Me, too,” he panted. “Sink it deep, Syn.”
Writhing on the bed, the room filled with their mingled moans of release, even though they were likely on opposite sides of the city.
It seemed like Sesto calmed long before Syn even wanted to. As much as the climax was good, she still needed more. But she required the real thing, not some simulation. She craved the hot slide that Sesto could provide her.
Théo cleared his throat and Syn pictured him straightening his clothes with that haughty look on his aristocratic face. The man who’d just been whole-heartedly taking part in phone sex was gone and the snotty chef was back. She couldn’t wait to hear how fast he got off the phone now or how awkward he’d sound.
“Well,” he began then coughed. “I will see you tomorrow.”
Not even waiting for an answer, he hung up, the dial tone blared in the silence.
Syn returned the phone to its dock. “Well, that was a fine how do you do?”
I hope you enjoyed this snip from If You Can't Stand the Heat!Don't forget to stop over at Masturbation Monday central and go down the linky list of all the other MM authors and bloggers.
Happy M—Monday to All!
September 26, 2014
#MySexySaturday Who's my Big Man? #erotic #excerpt The Best of Both Worlds
Getting Your Sexy On ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors Welcome to the 61st week of My Sexy Saturday.
The theme this week is all about getting your sexy on…no matter what your age. We’ve talked over and over again that everyone has their own idea of sexy. What is sexy to one person won’t necessarily be sexy to another. Yet, getting one’s sexy on is a driving theme no matter what the age of the character, no matter what situation they are in, be it life or death. You know as an author what we’re talking about. These are the characters who are ageless and always seem to be getting their sexy on. They can be a farmer’s daughter or the farmer, they can be a doctor’s wife or the doctor, they can even be a billionaire or his wonderful assistant.
This week I'm sharing a snippet from m/f/f ménage erotic romance The Best of Both Worlds. But in this snip only some m/f interaction. Can't go wrong with a hot cowboy and a woman who knows what she wants!
EXCERPT:
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathed heavily. “I never got over you.”I lifted my head to look at him and he captured my lips. He kissed just as I remembered—slow, sensually. But I was no longer equipped to sit idly by, letting him set the pace and not contribute to furthering the cause. I slid my hand up his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer, while molding my body to his. His whole frame was a lot harder. I opened my mouth and tickled his lips with the tip of my tongue. He moaned and allowed me entrance. Then the floodgates were open and neither of us held back. I didn’t imagine it was a pretty kiss, but man did it taste good.
God, I wanted to climb up him, wrap my legs around his hips, and pull him close. It was so very familiar but different. We were adults now, not two horny teenagers seeking out dark corners. We must have been of the same mind. Griff molded his large hands around my ass and pulled me to him, hard, then slid his hand downward, coaxing my leg around him. He picked me up and planted me on a nearby sawhorse.
Still kissing each other, all tongues and teeth, I went after his incredibly hard cock and he cupped my pussy through my jeans, rubbing frantically with his fingers, resulting in a nice wet rush.
“Fuck, you still tie me in knots,” Griff said out of the corner of his mouth, seemingly unwilling to abandon my mouth.
“I’m trying to relieve your stress, not add to it.” I undid his belt buckle then made quick work of the button and fly. I slid my hands into his boxers and filled my palms with his hot, smooth length.
“You’re so much bigger than I remember!” I panted in awe.
“I’m a man now.”
I felt the corner of his lip quirk upward at that silly remark. “OH, yes, you are,” I agreed wholeheartedly, showing my appreciation.
The Best of Both Worlds
I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt. Don't forget to check out the other MSS authors from the linky list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
September 23, 2014
#erotic #excerpt SWAP—The Naughty In-laws are interrupted by one of the spouses! Oh SH*T!!
For the last few weeks I've been sharing chapters and reminiscing about my first erotic romance, Swap, taking one last fond look at my debut novel before my rights are returned to me. (to read the low down there and also chapter one, click here) As of the end of September the book will no longer be available for purchase. So if you've ever wanted to read it, get it now, while you still can. (If you'd like to read the chapters I've shared previously, click here) Today, I'm sharing a particularly naughty excerpt — during a rather intimate encounter, the forbidden lovers are rudely interrupted by one on the spouses.
Ah-oh...
Here's the Blurb:
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends…and one hot brother-in-law who won’t stay out of her fantasies.
When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And, if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
EXCERPT:
We cooked companionably together, but there was an underlying tension. And everything we said seemed to take on a sexual or intimate connotation.
We were clearing the table when the phone rang.
“Hello?… Yes, this is Mike.”
His shocked gaze shot to mine. His mouth dropped open for a split second before he spoke into the receiver. “Well, yes, I’d be happy to.”
He covered the mouthpiece. “I need a pen and paper,” he rasped, pointing to the counter.
I pounced on them and rushed them back to him. He kept looking at me with wide eyes.
I watched him write down a name and an email address. Then he wrote the words ‘Hot Rod’.
I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I’ll do that right away. Thank you.”
He slowly replaced the phone then turned to face me. “Hot Rod. Hot Rod magazine wants to see some of my stuff!” He shook his head and laughed a little, right before he scooped me up into the biggest bear hug I’d ever been given. I laughed out loud as we whirled around.
“And why is it you don’t seem surprised by this, Hailey? What did you do?”
“I told you other people would see your talent.”
“How did you do this?”
“I haven’t done anything but create some buzz. You’re the one that’s going to dazzle them.”
He laughed. I hadn’t seen him this happy in a long time.
“Excited?” I asked, still laughing.
“Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. Excited, daunted, psyched, impatient and scared shitless. How can I ever thank you?”
“You just did.”
He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.
I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.
His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him.
He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.
The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.
“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. You have reached Cheryl and Mike… Leave a message at the tone…
His fingers splayed into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me.
He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”
My mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure as I palmed the full solid length of his cock. He thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as he did the same with his middle finger inside my pussy. I rocked my hips forward, taking it deeper, demanding more. He slid another finger inside me so maddeningly slowly that I growled with impatience. It was so excruciatingly pleasurable that it burned. He increased the tempo, moving harder and faster, his curled knuckles slapping against my hungry pussy. His thumb butted up against my clit and I almost couldn’t stand the friction grazing the sensitive nub. I gasped, wrapping my hands around the edge of the counter, holding on.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whimpered weakly on a half sob, my body continuing to moving over his hand even though he had stilled.
Using the fingers of his other hand, he separated my lips, exposing my burning clit to the air. I gasped at this delectable new sensation. It was as if he knew how tender he was making me feel, and he knew exactly what to do to make it better. He began to stroke his fingers inside me again, finding the same tempo and rhythm I liked. It felt incredible. The pistoning action created a slight breeze as his other fingers held my lips open, exposing my aching bud to the cool air. It felt almost like someone blowing softly on it. It felt so fucking good it made me a crazy, frantic ball of violent need, centred solely on one purpose. I was going to come in his hand.
“Mike… You home?” I froze at the sound of Cheryl’s voice on the answering machine.
Mike’s panicked gaze met mine. I was caught in suspended animation. On the edge of ecstasy, yet frozen with guilt.
“I know you have to be there… Pick up.”
His eyes darted between me and the phone. I pushed at his hips, telling him to move back. As he did, his talented fingers slipped from my insatiable pussy. “Get it.” I felt almost angry with disappointment, strung tightly as a bow, waiting for any little sensation to splinter me into a million spasming pieces. My skin skittered with tiny pulses.
He was undecided for a split second before answering.
I hopped down off the counter, gathered my top and slid into it.
“Hello.” His voice sounded strangely deep.
I pulled my jeans back into place and quivered when the seam touched my sensitive clit. I pulled up the zipper and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation the buzzing vibration created.
“No, I was outside when I heard the phone ring,” he lied. She must have noticed how out of breath he was.
“No, I’m not up to anything. I was just getting my gear outta the truck.”
Lies, all lies. Her voice rose. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I knew she was irritated. That was my cue. I caught his attention and thumbed towards the door, mouthing, “I’m gonna go.”
He gave me a look of disappointment, guilt and apology and I silently let myself out.
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Ah-oh...
Here's the Blurb:
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends…and one hot brother-in-law who won’t stay out of her fantasies.When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And, if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
EXCERPT:
We cooked companionably together, but there was an underlying tension. And everything we said seemed to take on a sexual or intimate connotation.
We were clearing the table when the phone rang.
“Hello?… Yes, this is Mike.”
His shocked gaze shot to mine. His mouth dropped open for a split second before he spoke into the receiver. “Well, yes, I’d be happy to.”
He covered the mouthpiece. “I need a pen and paper,” he rasped, pointing to the counter.
I pounced on them and rushed them back to him. He kept looking at me with wide eyes.
I watched him write down a name and an email address. Then he wrote the words ‘Hot Rod’.
I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I’ll do that right away. Thank you.”
He slowly replaced the phone then turned to face me. “Hot Rod. Hot Rod magazine wants to see some of my stuff!” He shook his head and laughed a little, right before he scooped me up into the biggest bear hug I’d ever been given. I laughed out loud as we whirled around.
“And why is it you don’t seem surprised by this, Hailey? What did you do?”
“I told you other people would see your talent.”
“How did you do this?”
“I haven’t done anything but create some buzz. You’re the one that’s going to dazzle them.”
He laughed. I hadn’t seen him this happy in a long time.
“Excited?” I asked, still laughing.
“Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. Excited, daunted, psyched, impatient and scared shitless. How can I ever thank you?”
“You just did.”
He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.
I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.
His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him.
He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.
The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.
“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. You have reached Cheryl and Mike… Leave a message at the tone…
His fingers splayed into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me.
He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”
My mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure as I palmed the full solid length of his cock. He thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as he did the same with his middle finger inside my pussy. I rocked my hips forward, taking it deeper, demanding more. He slid another finger inside me so maddeningly slowly that I growled with impatience. It was so excruciatingly pleasurable that it burned. He increased the tempo, moving harder and faster, his curled knuckles slapping against my hungry pussy. His thumb butted up against my clit and I almost couldn’t stand the friction grazing the sensitive nub. I gasped, wrapping my hands around the edge of the counter, holding on.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whimpered weakly on a half sob, my body continuing to moving over his hand even though he had stilled.
Using the fingers of his other hand, he separated my lips, exposing my burning clit to the air. I gasped at this delectable new sensation. It was as if he knew how tender he was making me feel, and he knew exactly what to do to make it better. He began to stroke his fingers inside me again, finding the same tempo and rhythm I liked. It felt incredible. The pistoning action created a slight breeze as his other fingers held my lips open, exposing my aching bud to the cool air. It felt almost like someone blowing softly on it. It felt so fucking good it made me a crazy, frantic ball of violent need, centred solely on one purpose. I was going to come in his hand.
“Mike… You home?” I froze at the sound of Cheryl’s voice on the answering machine.
Mike’s panicked gaze met mine. I was caught in suspended animation. On the edge of ecstasy, yet frozen with guilt.
“I know you have to be there… Pick up.”
His eyes darted between me and the phone. I pushed at his hips, telling him to move back. As he did, his talented fingers slipped from my insatiable pussy. “Get it.” I felt almost angry with disappointment, strung tightly as a bow, waiting for any little sensation to splinter me into a million spasming pieces. My skin skittered with tiny pulses.
He was undecided for a split second before answering.
I hopped down off the counter, gathered my top and slid into it.
“Hello.” His voice sounded strangely deep.
I pulled my jeans back into place and quivered when the seam touched my sensitive clit. I pulled up the zipper and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation the buzzing vibration created.
“No, I was outside when I heard the phone ring,” he lied. She must have noticed how out of breath he was.
“No, I’m not up to anything. I was just getting my gear outta the truck.”
Lies, all lies. Her voice rose. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I knew she was irritated. That was my cue. I caught his attention and thumbed towards the door, mouthing, “I’m gonna go.”
He gave me a look of disappointment, guilt and apology and I silently let myself out.
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September 21, 2014
#MasturbationMonday Week 3 - HERS and His Part Deux - an #erotic #excerpt from Hard & Fast
Masturbation Monday is Back!The idea to share a steamy hot post about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
Last week I shared a snippet about watching your partner pleasure themselves and what a turn on it can be as well as a learning experience. Last time our man Billy had just found a pleasurable release. Now it's Joss' turn with a little help and encouragement from the hunky repairman. (If you missed last week's climax click HERE)
Joss and Billy are new lovers in that wonderful phase of discovery.
Here's the blurb to set us up...
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go. An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Excerpt from Hard & Fast...
Eventually, Joss stretched out beside him. Billy gathered her close. His blue eyes were luminescent, filled with satisfaction. But Joss’ body was still thrumming for some fulfilment of her own.He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, kissed her lips briefly then moved to take a taut nipple into his mouth, right through her shirt, but that didn’t last long either.
“I think it’s your turn.”
Before she could ask, he undid the button on her shorts and tugged down the zipper. She lifted her hips and he removed the garment. He then pushed her legs open and sat between them. His strong jaw tightened again as he stared at her cunt.
“Rub it, Joss. Let me watch.”
Unable to believe she was about to do this, Joss slid her hand down her body with deliberate slowness. Although she needed some release too, more so, she wanted to see Billy’s reaction. To drive him mad with desire for her. The way he watched her and the tension that built in him, it showed in his face and his body, making her feel so powerful. Like everything she did turned him on.
Joss palmed her mound—her fingers folded naturally around her pussy
lips. Billy gripped her ankles. Joss dipped her middle finger into her wet heat, and although it felt good she feigned a gasp, just to gauge his response.His Adam’s apple bobbed and he gritted his teeth. Furthermore, to her delight, his cock was already stirring, showing signs of getting back in the game.
Joss moved to her clit, giving it a light tap. It sent jolts of sensation shooting through her midsection. She bent her knees, providing him an even better view. Billy’s lips parted while he watched raptly.
Joss began to circle her clit with the speed and pressure that she liked. Billy caressed her legs, much like she’d done to him. His touch was tender yet firm. But when he passed her knee and started to skim his fingers on the inside of her thighs, heat coursed through her. She eased up in an attempt to prolong it.
Billy stroked his thumbs firmly through the creases of her thighs. The contact made her legs quiver.
“Ya like that,” he breathed.
Still using his thumbs, he pulled ever so gently on her outer lips, stretching her skin, completely exposing her clit to her rotating digit. The feeling was raw and intense.
All artifice forgotten, Joss voiced her pleasure.
“Oh yeah,” Billy joined in, his own eagerness spiking again.
Billy tucked his middle finger just an inch or so into her pussy, then dragged it toward her backside. It sent Joss into a deep, convulsing climax.
Billy grabbed her knees, forcing them back, then speared his rigid cock into her spasming core. The room filled with their combined expressions of ecstasy. Joss striving to keep the exquisite climax she was experiencing going and Billy achieving his second.
Joss didn’t know if it was because Billy had already come once, or because of his age, but this time, he had longevity and he knew how to use it. Just when Joss began to come down from one orgasm, he’d pick a new tempo or pump at a slightly different angle and she’d be peaking again.
He finally started to thrust with purpose, and Joss was almost thankful. Almost. He collapsed at her side, struggling for breath. “Whew, you are somethin’ else,” he panted then rolled onto his back.
Hard and Fast
I hope you've enjoyed these past three weeks and the snips from Hard and Fast. Don't forget the check out the other MM contributors back at Masturbation Monday central.
1.Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder2.my special friday3.HERS and His Part Deux4.More Naughtiness from Possessed, Undressed & In a Mess5.Private Pleasure6.Normandie Alleman7.A Bit Gag, Long Reins, and a Burning Desire 8.What's a Girl to Do?9.An Extended Teaser10.She Waits, Part Six11.GLBT scifi erotic 12. #MasturbationMonday I Touch It
13 #Masturbation Monday: Last Call
Happy M - Monday!
September 19, 2014
Zarik #BookTour #Giveaway To Meet a Highlander Book One Kahleena MacCarthy @KahleenaM
Book 1 of the To Meet a Highlander series is now available on Amazon and in print.
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About the book -
Meet
Zarik MacKinnon, soon to be chief of his clan. Stubborn, unrelenting and not in
need of love. For years he's been told by the clan's druid that someone will
come to save him. Someone for him to love. He's shrugged his shoulders and
continued on in his protection of his clan. Never wanting to be chief, Zarik is
surprised when Tsarina Fraser arrives and is said to be the one he must marry.
The catch? She's from the future.
Tsarina
arrives in old Scotland knowing her destiny. However, she never realized her
wedding could be sabotaged. Would she truly be happy in her new time? Would she
marry the right Highlander? Her fate seemed to be set until her brother and
their mutual friend arrive from the future too.
Zarik
may only be able to ever promise her food for her belly and protection, but
Tsarina is determined to get him to love her. If she can't, will her love be
enough for the both of them and the clan Zarik will on day
lead?
Tsarina, Zarik, their family and friends push on to overcome obstacles,
attacks by neighboring clans, and to find their love for one
another.
Excerpt:
“Now get yerself up from there this instance. I've worked hard on yer hair and yer dress. Stop feeling sorry for yerself. It'll all work out.”
“I'm glad you're so certain.”
“Tell me, we have a bit of time still, what else is on yer mind. I ken there's more to it.“
“I don´t even know where to begin.“ Tsarina shook her head.
“The beginning is always the best place, my dear. “ Igrid smiled and patted Tsarina´s back.
“Well, I was happy to see my brother and Galen.“ Again she paused.
“But...“ Igrid prompted. It had to be difficult to have mixed emotions about a family member. Especially one that you hadn´t seen in such a long time.
“I don´t know. It seems he´s further complicated an already complicated situation. He´s been my only family for so long. And now I have this huge family here. Although, I know some people only tolerate me because of the chief and his sons. But, it´s still more friends and family than I´ve ever known. I love my brother. And I really have missed him. So, I feel terrible by telling him I won´t go back with him and Galen.“
“What happens when he decides it´s time for him to leave? Has he not said he doesnae wish to stay?”
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#MySexySaturday Bangin' in a Limo! #erotic #excerpt
Our Sexy Romance ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors Welcome to the 60th week of My Sexy Saturday. The theme this week is our sexy romance. You know those couples who seem to have it all. The ones that jet-set around the world, drive the nicest cars, live in the coolest houses. Well…this theme isn’t necessarily about them…but it could be.
This week, a fast and furious bang in a limo compliments of supermodels, Lot Reardon and Pasha Rossdale, from erotic contemporary romance,
Gave Good Face.
Lot reached over and fucked with the buttons on the door panel looking for the one that would raise the smoked partition between the two compartments of the limo. As soon as he found it and the soft wurr sound made it obvious that they had some privacy, Pash unfastened his trousers as he fumbled to move her panties out of their way. “Just give it a pull, love,” she panted.Christ he loved how fast she got worked up. She was wearing some kind of teddy type lingerie with snaps at the juncture. With three soft pops, he was fingertip deep in supple wet pussy. She rocked her slit over his hand while still kissing him hungrily.
“We’re about three minutes away from the cut off that will take us to the terminal,” the driver piped in over the sound system giving them plenty of warning.
Lot shuffled his butt, the leather creaking. “Uhhh, thank you,” he gritted through his teeth. “Well, he knows exactly what’s going on back here.”
“Who cares? Three minutes?” Pasha all but whined, guiding Lot’s cock to her waiting pussy. She sunk down on him—her tight walls closing in around him had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
She tossed her blonde head back, her mouth opened on a long moan, and she began that radiant up and down motion. Lot joined her, digging his fists into the car seat for leverage. He thrust his hips, plunging deep, determined to make her come before they reached their destination.
They hit a bump in the roadway. The car dove, causing them to lose their footing, so to speak, and Pasha came down on him hard, planting him right to the hilt. It caused an instantaneous reaction in them both.
Bang!
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September 17, 2014
Stop Resisting! #FreeRead The first 3 Chapters of SWAP #erotic #romance
Stop Resisting!It feels so good when you do...
In love with one brother...married to the other...
A couple weeks ago, I shared some news, that I've asked my pub for the rights to SWAP back and for the last couple of Thursdays, I've been sharing a few chapters from what was my debut novel and first erotic contemporary romance. ( If you'd like to catch up or need a refresher find Chapter One HERE and Chapter Two HERE )
Hailey has had a crush on her hunky brother-in-law, Mike, for years. In this chapter, things really heat up between the forbidden lovers, when Hailey discovers her feelings just might not be one-sided. Here's the blurb:
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends…and one hot brother-in-law that won't stay out of her fantasies.
When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey's all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except for that pesky little infatuation with her husband's brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn't, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
Chapter Three
We sat across from each other in the restaurant. The waitress came over. “Can I start you off with something from the bar?”
“No, thanks. I’ll just have coffee,” I said, still cool from the night air at the track.
Mike paused.
“What?” I asked.
“I feel like another beer.”
“Really?” I was surprised. “Go ahead.”
“Bring whatever you got on tap,” he said to the waitress.
“Great. I’ll bring back menus.”
I watched him across the table. “I can’t believe you trust me to drive your truck.”
He sat back and looked over at me, his eyes seeming somewhat unfocused. “I trust you with everything I got.”
He shouldn’t. I’d jump all over everything he had if he gave me any indication he would reciprocate. And I wouldn’t think about the ones we were hurting until after.
It was official. I was going to hell.
“Brent hates it when I drive the car. Or the truck, for that matter.”
“It’s only a truck.”
The waitress returned with our drinks. We looked over the menus and ordered. We made small talk until the food came and Mike asked for another beer.
“So what are you working on this week, Hails?” he asked, digging into his lasagne.
“I have a deadline on Wednesday, a piece on the economy, and then Thursday I have an article due on the lost eighties.”
He laughed. “Wow, those two topics couldn’t be any further apart.”
“Yeah, I know. One’s for a political website and the other is for a women’s magazine. How ‘bout you? What’s your week shaping up like?”
“Same as every week.” He sounded dejected by the prospect. I could tell he was talking about his construction job rather than his photography.
I was about to ask him if he’d taken any good shots lately when he put his fork down.
“I registered a business name yesterday.”
“You did? That’s fantastic, Mike. I’m so excited for you! Do you have anything lined up yet?”
“Nothing important.”
“So what name did you settle on?” We’d traded names back and forth a couple of times trying to come up with the perfect fit.
He smirked. “Guess.”
I rolled my eyes. I figured he’d take the safe route. “Don’t tell me. ‘Mike’s Imagery’.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“No. You’re just…”
“Safe. Predictable. Not willing to take a risk?”
“That’s not true, or you wouldn’t have struck out on your own.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a business card.
I smiled as I read it. “Oh, you liar. ‘Mike’s Imagery’, my ass!”
He smiled back. “You came up with the name, my journalistic friend. Now I need a slogan for my website.”
“’Imagery Menagerie’,” I read out the name, and added, “Pictures for sale or rent.” I didn’t think it was very good. I’d have to work on a better catchphrase.
“Yeah, I like that,” he said.
“I hope you didn’t print up a whole lot of these. The slogan, whatever you decide on, should go on there too.”
“I only made that one. For you.”
“Really? Thank you.” I felt my face grow warm.
“I really have to photograph that blush,” he teased.
“Don’t bother. Besides you have all our wedding pictures.”
He sobered. “I haven’t told anybody about this but you.”
“Not Cheryl?” He shook his head. “Not Brent?” Negative again.
“No. You get it. I knew that you’d be just as excited for me as I am myself.”
“Just wait until you sell your first photograph.”
“I remember when you sold your first article. It was a big deal.”
I hadn’t even been aware that he knew when I’d sold my first article. I’d still been in college. I’d had things in the school paper and the local papers, but I was pretty proud of that first one I’d sold to a national publication. It had opened up a whole new world for me and got me some recognition.
“You know, you could do me a favour. If you have something on file that might work for my eighties article, I’d love to be your first paying client. Byline by Hailey Hollinger, Photo by Mike Hollinger. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, sounds great. I don’t know if I have anything on file that would work. I’ll have to look. Unless some lousy school pictures of me with bad hair will do.”
“Mmm, I’ve seen those. No rat-tail, no earring, no Mohawk or spiky hair. I was thinking more of leggings and lace, pop music, bangles and bows.”
“Then you’ll have to be my model. I’ve got nothing like that.”
I had a momentary flash of my latest fantasy—posing for him in barely-there lingerie.
“Yeah, that’s gonna happen,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t have anything eighties.”
“Yeah, you were more of a nineties meets the new millennium girl, weren’t you? More Coldplay, CDs and cell phones.” He shook his head. “You were so young when you started coming around.”
“I was not. I was an adult. Practically.”
He chuckled. “You were a baby. Compared to me at least, you were.”
“Seven years is not that big a difference.” I’d had this argument with myself many times.
“No, not now, it isn’t.” He drained his beer, caught the eye of the waitress and signalled for another.
Not now. What did he mean by that?
His gaze settled back on mine. “So we’ll hunt up some denim and some bangles, lacy crop tops and you’ll be my eighties model.”
I started to shake my head. I was awkward just trying to talk—I couldn’t imagine being in the centre of Mike’s viewfinder. The wedding pictures had been tough enough. But at least, then, I’d had a thousand other things on my mind.
“Oh, come on. Teased hair, tons of makeup—no one will ever even know it’s you. Don’t you want to be my first client?”
“Of course I do. But I don’t want to be a model.”
I stuffed some pasta into my mouth and chewed quickly, then scrambled to change the subject. “You know, I have a lot of contacts. If it’s all right with you, I can get your name out there. Depending how busy you want to be, I think I could drum you up a little business. Or a lot. Get some buzz around your name.”
“Anything you could send my way. My long-term goal is to quit my day job and do this full-time.”
“Done.” I smiled.
He reached across the table and touched the back of my hand, somewhat awkwardly at first, before he wrapped his fingers around my palm. My heart started to pound. “Thanks, Hails. You are my biggest supporter. I’m not sure I would have done this if you hadn’t pushed me.”
“Pushed you?” I felt a moment of alarm. “Did I push you?”
“No. No, not in a bad way. You encouraged me. You made me enthusiastic about it. You made me realise that my pictures might be as good as I thought they were. Cheryl only cares about the money. She doesn’t care how I earn it, just as long as I do. The more, the better. She doesn’t think I’m good enough to make a living at this. At least not the living we’re used to.”
“That’s not true. One photo could earn you thousands. And, once people see what you can do, I know you’ll be in demand. You have such an eye for detail.”
“See, my biggest fan.” He looked away. “Cheryl booked me a bunch of baby portraits for this week.”
“Oh, my God! Don’t do that. You don’t want to be known as a wedding or portrait photographer. Why would she do that? That’s not what your business is about!”
“And that, right there, is why I didn’t tell her that I registered a business name—and why I did tell you. You get it.”
“I don’t understand her. Doesn’t she want you to be happy in your work? I mean, money isn’t everything. I can’t imagine going to work every day to do something I hated.”
“So how do I get out of these portraits?”
“Are they paying?”
“Fifty bucks a sitting.”
“Fifty bucks? Well, I’ll pay you fifteen hundred for the eighties photo and I need it before Thursday.” His eyes widened. “And I have another project I was hoping you could help me with. It’s more of a favour than a job, but I’ll pay for it, too.”
“That seems like an awful lot, Hails. Are you just feeling sorry for me?”
“No. Some photos can get six-digit figures, Mikey.”
“So what’s the other project?”
“Well, you know Brent’s birthday is coming up. And I’ve really no idea what to get him.”
“Yeah, I remember the little shit’s birthday. I went from being an only child to having to pick up after him. Why is it the oldest kid is the one that gets blamed for everything?”
“Little bitter there, Mikey?”
He laughed. “No, not at all. So what can I help you get the young prince?”
“I was hoping you might take some shots of the car, put together some kind of layout he can put in the garage or take to car shows with him. But not a calendar. I don’t want you known for that, either.”
“Yeah, that sounds doable. But can I go in on it with you? I don’t have anything in mind for him, either.”
“Sounds good, but I will pay for any supplies you might use or need. Deal?”
He gave his head a slight shake. “You’ve done enough for me.” Before I could speak, he said, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” We paid and headed for the truck. He handed me the keys in the parking lot.
In a moment of sheer insanity on my part, I threw my arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I really am proud of you, you know.”
His arm came around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. I felt his chest rumble. “Thanks, Hails.”
We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder.
We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him.
He laughed. “I’m supposed to get the door for you.”
“Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A lady can open the door for a dude, ya know,” I said with mock impatience. “Just get in.”
He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You’re really lame, ya know?” He laughed at my expense.
“And the eighties lines are alive and well. I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway,” I tossed his words from earlier back at him.
His smile slipped. “Yeah. I do.”
Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant ‘like a brother’ and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.
“You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother.”
He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering in front of mine as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities. I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent, eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalising nocturnal fantasy that I‘d created just the night before.
I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips, afraid that, if we lost contact, he would call a halt to this. So I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me, opening my legs and welcoming him towards my heat. I crabbed towards the driver’s side, hitting the steering wheel, then released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever and pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitised body.
He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him towards me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?
“Let me get the door,” he said against my mouth, his breathing choppy and heavy.
I released him for long enough that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me as I strained to get closer to him. I could feel his erection digging into my wet heat through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need that kept erupting from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making a fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him into my body.
I pulled at the bottom of his T-shirt, moving it up his chest as he pushed at mine, his large, warm palm passing over my ribs. Skin met skin, but it wasn’t enough for me. I let him push my T-shirt all the way up, exposing my bra. He smoothed his hand over me, cupping my breast. I pushed myself into his hand. My nipple pearled in his palm. He gave me a soft squeeze as he hunted around back for the hooks, but the bra had a front clasp. I made a protest into his mouth as I directed his hand back around to the front. He undid my bra, setting my breasts free, and he moved his mouth from my lips, down my neck, finally fastening around my nipple.
I moaned at the sensation, arching my back, giving him full access. He growled in return and I wanted to laugh out loud. This was incredible. He swirled his tongue, making me tighten even more—not only my nipple, but deep down inside me. The sensation of his lips and tongue around my breast coupled with his erection pulsing between my legs. I could almost imagine he was inside me. If not for the goddamn clothes between us, he would be. I wanted it. I wanted it now. I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when I did it.
I reached down between us and undid the button holding his jeans closed. I smoothed my fingers over the tip of his cock with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other.
He blocked my hands and released my breast. “Hails!”
And there it was. He was too good a guy to let this happen.
“What are we doing?” he asked, and the anguish in his voice broke my determination to push him over the edge.
I made a disappointed, frustrated noise and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see the guilt on his handsome face. He sat up. I slid my leg out from behind him and pulled my shirt down over myself, then struggled to refasten my bra. My fingertips shook with need as I fought against the hot tears that threatened to cascade down my cheeks and make us both more miserable than we already were. I knew my tears would only double his guilt, so I tried not to let them fall.
I fumbled to put the key in the ignition. I wanted to get the hell out of there before he tried to talk to me. I only had a thin hold on the tidal wave of emotion that was threatening.
“Hails,” he said, taking the keys and fitting them into the ignition for me. He took my hand in his.
“I’m fine,” I blurted, snatching my hand away.
I started the truck and tried to drive through the haze of stinging, shameful tears. It wasn’t even shame that we were both married people that I was feeling. It was deep disappointment that I hadn’t got what I’d wanted. Maybe I’d feel the right kind of guilt tomorrow. We drove all the way to his place without a word.
I pulled into the drive and prayed he would just get out and go in. He looked anywhere but at me, I knew that much. “What the hell was that?”
I gave an impartial shrug. “Maybe you’re just one of those drunks that loves everybody.” I tried to joke at the not-so-funny situation we’d found ourselves in. My voice was raw and raspy, and I knew he caught it.
“Yeah, that must be it.” He pulled on the handle and got out of the truck. I looked over at him for the first time since he’d called a halt to our wrestling match. “But we both know I’m not drunk. And what’s your excuse?” He looked at me for an extra ten seconds or so, then shut the door and walked slowly to the house. I didn’t wait to see if he looked back before he went inside—I threw the truck in reverse and beat it down the street.
About a block from our house, I pulled over and let loose with the tears. I couldn’t face Brent like this. I had to get it out before I went home.
I pulled myself back together and drove the rest of the way home. It was in darkness, and I was thankful. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then slid into a tank top and some panties. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest.
I checked on Brent, who was sound asleep. Again, I was grateful. I made my way into the den and worked on my articles. I finished the economy piece and sent it in early. Their editors would be pleased—I normally took things right to the deadline, using every last second to make every word perfect.
I moved on to the eighties, rattling off ninety per cent of it before I finally thought I could lie down and sleep. I made my way quietly to the bedroom, hoping I could sneak into bed without Brent pulling me against him. He was still sleeping soundly. I tried to make my mind stay blank and will myself to sleep.
SWAP
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In love with one brother...married to the other...
A couple weeks ago, I shared some news, that I've asked my pub for the rights to SWAP back and for the last couple of Thursdays, I've been sharing a few chapters from what was my debut novel and first erotic contemporary romance. ( If you'd like to catch up or need a refresher find Chapter One HERE and Chapter Two HERE )
Hailey has had a crush on her hunky brother-in-law, Mike, for years. In this chapter, things really heat up between the forbidden lovers, when Hailey discovers her feelings just might not be one-sided. Here's the blurb:
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends…and one hot brother-in-law that won't stay out of her fantasies.When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey's all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except for that pesky little infatuation with her husband's brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn't, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
Chapter Three
We sat across from each other in the restaurant. The waitress came over. “Can I start you off with something from the bar?”
“No, thanks. I’ll just have coffee,” I said, still cool from the night air at the track.
Mike paused.
“What?” I asked.
“I feel like another beer.”
“Really?” I was surprised. “Go ahead.”
“Bring whatever you got on tap,” he said to the waitress.
“Great. I’ll bring back menus.”
I watched him across the table. “I can’t believe you trust me to drive your truck.”
He sat back and looked over at me, his eyes seeming somewhat unfocused. “I trust you with everything I got.”
He shouldn’t. I’d jump all over everything he had if he gave me any indication he would reciprocate. And I wouldn’t think about the ones we were hurting until after.
It was official. I was going to hell.
“Brent hates it when I drive the car. Or the truck, for that matter.”
“It’s only a truck.”
The waitress returned with our drinks. We looked over the menus and ordered. We made small talk until the food came and Mike asked for another beer.
“So what are you working on this week, Hails?” he asked, digging into his lasagne.
“I have a deadline on Wednesday, a piece on the economy, and then Thursday I have an article due on the lost eighties.”
He laughed. “Wow, those two topics couldn’t be any further apart.”
“Yeah, I know. One’s for a political website and the other is for a women’s magazine. How ‘bout you? What’s your week shaping up like?”
“Same as every week.” He sounded dejected by the prospect. I could tell he was talking about his construction job rather than his photography.
I was about to ask him if he’d taken any good shots lately when he put his fork down.
“I registered a business name yesterday.”
“You did? That’s fantastic, Mike. I’m so excited for you! Do you have anything lined up yet?”
“Nothing important.”
“So what name did you settle on?” We’d traded names back and forth a couple of times trying to come up with the perfect fit.
He smirked. “Guess.”
I rolled my eyes. I figured he’d take the safe route. “Don’t tell me. ‘Mike’s Imagery’.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“No. You’re just…”
“Safe. Predictable. Not willing to take a risk?”
“That’s not true, or you wouldn’t have struck out on your own.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a business card.
I smiled as I read it. “Oh, you liar. ‘Mike’s Imagery’, my ass!”
He smiled back. “You came up with the name, my journalistic friend. Now I need a slogan for my website.”
“’Imagery Menagerie’,” I read out the name, and added, “Pictures for sale or rent.” I didn’t think it was very good. I’d have to work on a better catchphrase.
“Yeah, I like that,” he said.
“I hope you didn’t print up a whole lot of these. The slogan, whatever you decide on, should go on there too.”
“I only made that one. For you.”
“Really? Thank you.” I felt my face grow warm.
“I really have to photograph that blush,” he teased.
“Don’t bother. Besides you have all our wedding pictures.”
He sobered. “I haven’t told anybody about this but you.”
“Not Cheryl?” He shook his head. “Not Brent?” Negative again.
“No. You get it. I knew that you’d be just as excited for me as I am myself.”
“Just wait until you sell your first photograph.”
“I remember when you sold your first article. It was a big deal.”
I hadn’t even been aware that he knew when I’d sold my first article. I’d still been in college. I’d had things in the school paper and the local papers, but I was pretty proud of that first one I’d sold to a national publication. It had opened up a whole new world for me and got me some recognition.
“You know, you could do me a favour. If you have something on file that might work for my eighties article, I’d love to be your first paying client. Byline by Hailey Hollinger, Photo by Mike Hollinger. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, sounds great. I don’t know if I have anything on file that would work. I’ll have to look. Unless some lousy school pictures of me with bad hair will do.”
“Mmm, I’ve seen those. No rat-tail, no earring, no Mohawk or spiky hair. I was thinking more of leggings and lace, pop music, bangles and bows.”
“Then you’ll have to be my model. I’ve got nothing like that.”
I had a momentary flash of my latest fantasy—posing for him in barely-there lingerie.
“Yeah, that’s gonna happen,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t have anything eighties.”
“Yeah, you were more of a nineties meets the new millennium girl, weren’t you? More Coldplay, CDs and cell phones.” He shook his head. “You were so young when you started coming around.”
“I was not. I was an adult. Practically.”
He chuckled. “You were a baby. Compared to me at least, you were.”
“Seven years is not that big a difference.” I’d had this argument with myself many times.
“No, not now, it isn’t.” He drained his beer, caught the eye of the waitress and signalled for another.
Not now. What did he mean by that?
His gaze settled back on mine. “So we’ll hunt up some denim and some bangles, lacy crop tops and you’ll be my eighties model.”
I started to shake my head. I was awkward just trying to talk—I couldn’t imagine being in the centre of Mike’s viewfinder. The wedding pictures had been tough enough. But at least, then, I’d had a thousand other things on my mind.
“Oh, come on. Teased hair, tons of makeup—no one will ever even know it’s you. Don’t you want to be my first client?”
“Of course I do. But I don’t want to be a model.”
I stuffed some pasta into my mouth and chewed quickly, then scrambled to change the subject. “You know, I have a lot of contacts. If it’s all right with you, I can get your name out there. Depending how busy you want to be, I think I could drum you up a little business. Or a lot. Get some buzz around your name.”
“Anything you could send my way. My long-term goal is to quit my day job and do this full-time.”
“Done.” I smiled.
He reached across the table and touched the back of my hand, somewhat awkwardly at first, before he wrapped his fingers around my palm. My heart started to pound. “Thanks, Hails. You are my biggest supporter. I’m not sure I would have done this if you hadn’t pushed me.”
“Pushed you?” I felt a moment of alarm. “Did I push you?”
“No. No, not in a bad way. You encouraged me. You made me enthusiastic about it. You made me realise that my pictures might be as good as I thought they were. Cheryl only cares about the money. She doesn’t care how I earn it, just as long as I do. The more, the better. She doesn’t think I’m good enough to make a living at this. At least not the living we’re used to.”
“That’s not true. One photo could earn you thousands. And, once people see what you can do, I know you’ll be in demand. You have such an eye for detail.”
“See, my biggest fan.” He looked away. “Cheryl booked me a bunch of baby portraits for this week.”
“Oh, my God! Don’t do that. You don’t want to be known as a wedding or portrait photographer. Why would she do that? That’s not what your business is about!”
“And that, right there, is why I didn’t tell her that I registered a business name—and why I did tell you. You get it.”
“I don’t understand her. Doesn’t she want you to be happy in your work? I mean, money isn’t everything. I can’t imagine going to work every day to do something I hated.”
“So how do I get out of these portraits?”
“Are they paying?”
“Fifty bucks a sitting.”
“Fifty bucks? Well, I’ll pay you fifteen hundred for the eighties photo and I need it before Thursday.” His eyes widened. “And I have another project I was hoping you could help me with. It’s more of a favour than a job, but I’ll pay for it, too.”
“That seems like an awful lot, Hails. Are you just feeling sorry for me?”
“No. Some photos can get six-digit figures, Mikey.”“So what’s the other project?”
“Well, you know Brent’s birthday is coming up. And I’ve really no idea what to get him.”
“Yeah, I remember the little shit’s birthday. I went from being an only child to having to pick up after him. Why is it the oldest kid is the one that gets blamed for everything?”
“Little bitter there, Mikey?”
He laughed. “No, not at all. So what can I help you get the young prince?”
“I was hoping you might take some shots of the car, put together some kind of layout he can put in the garage or take to car shows with him. But not a calendar. I don’t want you known for that, either.”
“Yeah, that sounds doable. But can I go in on it with you? I don’t have anything in mind for him, either.”
“Sounds good, but I will pay for any supplies you might use or need. Deal?”
He gave his head a slight shake. “You’ve done enough for me.” Before I could speak, he said, “You ready to go?”
“Yeah.” We paid and headed for the truck. He handed me the keys in the parking lot.
In a moment of sheer insanity on my part, I threw my arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I really am proud of you, you know.”
His arm came around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. I felt his chest rumble. “Thanks, Hails.”
We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder.
We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him.
He laughed. “I’m supposed to get the door for you.”
“Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A lady can open the door for a dude, ya know,” I said with mock impatience. “Just get in.”
He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You’re really lame, ya know?” He laughed at my expense.
“And the eighties lines are alive and well. I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway,” I tossed his words from earlier back at him.
His smile slipped. “Yeah. I do.”
Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant ‘like a brother’ and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.
“You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother.”
He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering in front of mine as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities. I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent, eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalising nocturnal fantasy that I‘d created just the night before.
I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips, afraid that, if we lost contact, he would call a halt to this. So I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me, opening my legs and welcoming him towards my heat. I crabbed towards the driver’s side, hitting the steering wheel, then released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever and pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitised body.He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him towards me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?
“Let me get the door,” he said against my mouth, his breathing choppy and heavy.
I released him for long enough that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me as I strained to get closer to him. I could feel his erection digging into my wet heat through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need that kept erupting from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making a fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him into my body.
I pulled at the bottom of his T-shirt, moving it up his chest as he pushed at mine, his large, warm palm passing over my ribs. Skin met skin, but it wasn’t enough for me. I let him push my T-shirt all the way up, exposing my bra. He smoothed his hand over me, cupping my breast. I pushed myself into his hand. My nipple pearled in his palm. He gave me a soft squeeze as he hunted around back for the hooks, but the bra had a front clasp. I made a protest into his mouth as I directed his hand back around to the front. He undid my bra, setting my breasts free, and he moved his mouth from my lips, down my neck, finally fastening around my nipple.
I moaned at the sensation, arching my back, giving him full access. He growled in return and I wanted to laugh out loud. This was incredible. He swirled his tongue, making me tighten even more—not only my nipple, but deep down inside me. The sensation of his lips and tongue around my breast coupled with his erection pulsing between my legs. I could almost imagine he was inside me. If not for the goddamn clothes between us, he would be. I wanted it. I wanted it now. I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when I did it.
I reached down between us and undid the button holding his jeans closed. I smoothed my fingers over the tip of his cock with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other.
He blocked my hands and released my breast. “Hails!”
And there it was. He was too good a guy to let this happen.
“What are we doing?” he asked, and the anguish in his voice broke my determination to push him over the edge.
I made a disappointed, frustrated noise and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see the guilt on his handsome face. He sat up. I slid my leg out from behind him and pulled my shirt down over myself, then struggled to refasten my bra. My fingertips shook with need as I fought against the hot tears that threatened to cascade down my cheeks and make us both more miserable than we already were. I knew my tears would only double his guilt, so I tried not to let them fall.
I fumbled to put the key in the ignition. I wanted to get the hell out of there before he tried to talk to me. I only had a thin hold on the tidal wave of emotion that was threatening.
“Hails,” he said, taking the keys and fitting them into the ignition for me. He took my hand in his.
“I’m fine,” I blurted, snatching my hand away.
I started the truck and tried to drive through the haze of stinging, shameful tears. It wasn’t even shame that we were both married people that I was feeling. It was deep disappointment that I hadn’t got what I’d wanted. Maybe I’d feel the right kind of guilt tomorrow. We drove all the way to his place without a word.
I pulled into the drive and prayed he would just get out and go in. He looked anywhere but at me, I knew that much. “What the hell was that?”
I gave an impartial shrug. “Maybe you’re just one of those drunks that loves everybody.” I tried to joke at the not-so-funny situation we’d found ourselves in. My voice was raw and raspy, and I knew he caught it.
“Yeah, that must be it.” He pulled on the handle and got out of the truck. I looked over at him for the first time since he’d called a halt to our wrestling match. “But we both know I’m not drunk. And what’s your excuse?” He looked at me for an extra ten seconds or so, then shut the door and walked slowly to the house. I didn’t wait to see if he looked back before he went inside—I threw the truck in reverse and beat it down the street.
About a block from our house, I pulled over and let loose with the tears. I couldn’t face Brent like this. I had to get it out before I went home.
I pulled myself back together and drove the rest of the way home. It was in darkness, and I was thankful. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, then slid into a tank top and some panties. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest.
I checked on Brent, who was sound asleep. Again, I was grateful. I made my way into the den and worked on my articles. I finished the economy piece and sent it in early. Their editors would be pleased—I normally took things right to the deadline, using every last second to make every word perfect.
I moved on to the eighties, rattling off ninety per cent of it before I finally thought I could lie down and sleep. I made my way quietly to the bedroom, hoping I could sneak into bed without Brent pulling me against him. He was still sleeping soundly. I tried to make my mind stay blank and will myself to sleep.
SWAP
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Dana Delamar REVENGE (Blood and Honor, #1)
37 reviews 4.5/5 stars
Mafia don Enrico Lucchesi struggles to preserve a fragile truce with the Andretti family. But when Kate Andretti flees from her abusive husband, Enrico won’t leave her in jeopardy. Can he save her without reigniting the bloody feud between the families?
*** Revenge was a double-finalist (Romantic Suspense and Best First Book) in the 2013 Booksellers' Best Awards! ***
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Tallulah Grace Cliffs of Starsdale11 reviews 4.9/5 stars
Seeking a fresh start after her mother’s death, Chelsea Bates lands in the picturesque town of Starsdale, California. Nestled amid the peaks of the High Sierras, Starsdale defines the term ‘small town’ with well-meaning residents who always seem to know everyone’s business.
The one thing no one knew, couldn’t have predicted, was the evil lurking beneath the surface of Chelsea’s ex-fiancé. Preston Beecher follows her to Starsdale with the intentions of taking everything she owns, including her life. Will Preston destroy her dreams before they begin, or will bonds forged in a small mountain town be the pathway to her future?
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Bestselling Author Sandy Loyd Deadly Misconceptions48 reviews 4.4/5 stars
PI Lucy Maddox joins forces with nemesis, Jack Finnegan, to find her mentor, a reporter who’s gone missing. It soon becomes apparent they’re being followed. And after a couple of harrowing near-misses that are too coincidental to be accidental, they increase their efforts. The chase leads to a ring of high school girls whose behavior could only be characterized as bullying. When they uncover the games those few cruel girls are playing, Jack and Lucy, realize they’ve fallen victim to Deadly Misconceptions and now struggle to stay alive.
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Kristine Mason Shadow of Perception (Book 2 CORE Shadow Trilogy)
27 reviews 4.6/5 stars
When an investigative reporter receives an unmarked envelope containing a postcard ordering her to watch the enclosed DVD...or someone else dies, she turns to the criminal investigation agency CORE for help. But that help comes with a catch. Her former lover is assigned to the case. And as more DVDs arrive, they not only find themselves knee-deep in a twisted investigation, but forced to deal with their past and the love they’d tried to deny.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Dale Mayer Haunted by Death (By Death Series Book 2)
11 review 4.6/5 stars
Death haunts anthropologist Meg Pearce… In her last summer before college, an innocent camping trip ended in a friend’s disappearance…and destroyed her life. She lost everything. Her innocence. Her plans for her future. Her best friend and lover. Seventeen years later, she returns reluctantly to the same area, hoping to move on. But a gruesome discovery sends her reeling back to that dark time.
Detective Chad Ingram has spent the last seventeen years trying to solve the mystery of that camping trip so he too can regain his life…and the lost love of his life.
Only death isn’t done shaking up their lives…and this time they are in the crossfire.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Nina Pierce Blind Her With Bliss, Book 1 of the Dangerous Affairs Series
147 reviews 3.9/5 stars
She's trying to find herself. He's attempting to hide. Together they'll discover a truth that threatens them both...
Investigating the death of her best friend, accountant, JULIE TILLING, discovers a world of adult nightclubs and Internet intrigue. When shock jock DAMON COREY rocks her world in a wild night of lust, she wonders if she's found love...or the key to solving a murder.
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Chantel Rhondeau Love & Deception (Agents in Love - Book 1)
11 reviews 4.7/5 stars
Nick Kendall is a secret agent sent to infiltrate a suspected terrorist organization. Despite his best intentions, he falls hopelessly in love with Carlie Hollis, an alleged key player of the group. Though he knows it's wrong, Nick struggles with his feelings versus what is right.
Everything changes when he receives new orders-kill the target. Will he follow those orders…or become hunted himself?
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K.T. Roberts The Last Witness82 reviews 4.2/5 stars
NYPD detectives Tate Kensington and Zachary Gerard are convinced one killer is at work, but proving it seems an impossible feat until a pre-teen prank blows the case wide open.
Both detectives have their own pasts to haunt them - Tate's ex-flame is now her boss, and Zach's estranged father is counsel for the defense. Complicating things even more are death threats, witnesses going AWOL, and an increasing attraction neither of them can continue to deny. Can the pair put away a killer on a paper-thin case? Or will their disappearing Jane Doe prove to be...THE LAST WITNESS...
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Award-winning Author H.D. Thomson Shrouded in Darkness – Book 1
32 reviews 4/5 stars
Winner of the Ready-Set-Go Peninsula RWA ContestFinalist in the Suzannah North Louisiana RWA Contest
1st place in Peninsula RWA Chapter’s Contest
Two-time Golden Heart Finalist Author
Jake Preston is on borrowed time. If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead. And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him.
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Susan Vaughan Primal Obsession
40 reviews 4.3/5 stars
Maine Guide Sam Kincaid needs to prove he can overcome the loss of his baseball career and succeed at something. Investigative reporter Annie Wylde intends to use the wilderness canoe expedition to study her notes on her friend’s killer. She banters with Sam but rebuffs his advances, considering him just another egotistical jock. But when Annie realizes the killer has followed her into the woods, she learns there's more to Sam than testosterone and dimples. And Sam faces the challenge of his life to keep Annie safe and defeat the Hunter.
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#MasturbationMonday Week 2 - HIS & Hers - an #erotic #excerpt from Hard & Fast
Masturbation Monday is Back! The idea to share a steamy hot post about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
What does it make you feel when you see your lover pleasuring themselves? Is it your immediate reaction to jump in and help them achieve that pleasure that they are so obviously seeking? Or do you hang back and observe, enjoy and perhaps learn something new about how to satisfy your partner? Not to mention what a turn on it can be to watch.
What better way to find out all about those secret spots that do it for your mate. That perfect rhythm or stroke, that will send them spiraling. Watch and learn my friends, then put it all to good use later.
They say sharing is caring, so this week I thought I'd share an excerpt from contemporary erotic romance Hard and Fast. Today, Billy's part in this encounter and next week, we'll continue on with Joss'.
I'm calling these two posts HIS and Hers!
Joss and Billy are new lovers in that wonderful discovery phase.
Here's the blurb to set us up:
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go. An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.
Reader Advisory: Hard and Fast is best read after enjoying the prequel Gave Good Face.
Excerpt from Hard & Fast...
Billy took a deep breath and knocked on her door, his stomach rolling with edginess, wondering about what kind of reception he might get. He’d thought about her and their encounter all night long. Replaying it to the point of pain, which he could only relieve one way.
The door opened and her face brightened. “Hey, Tech-Co.” She smiled.
Feeling some relief at the greeting, he said, “It’s Billy.”Her smile grew. “Yes, I remember.” She moved out of the way to let him in.
Once more, she led the way. Billy went straight to work, removing the cover of the A/C unit. “So, how was your evening?”
“It was fine. And yours?”
“The usual.” He removed the fan. “So, got anything planned for tonight?”
“No. You?”
He shook his head. “Wanna go out?”
“No.”
Disappointed, he looked up at her, as she continued, “Why don’t we order in?” she said with the small smile he was beginning to fall for. It wasn’t even really the grin, but the way her eyes sparkled with mischief that charmed him.
“Sounds good. Let me get this up and running so we can cool down your apartment.”
“Great. I’ll go dig out my menus.”
Alone, Billy hurried to get the AC going, then cranked it once he’d replaced all the damaged parts. Then he went in search of Josslynn.
He found her poring over old, folded up menus. He pulled one or two of them his way so he could see which ones she had. “How long did you say you’ve been out of town, Joss?”
“Ten years.”
“Well, honey, this place is gone, this place burnt down and I think this one was even before my time. I’ve never even heard of it.”
“Joe’s is gone? Really? They used to make the best Caesar salad.” She pouted.
“You one of those vegetarians, Joss?”
“No. I’m a meat eater,” she said, keeping eye contact, her expressive dark eyes dancing with amusement.
“Good to know.” He smirked, moving around to the same side of the table. Billy picked up a random flyer. “I’d be just as happy with pizza.”
“Sounds good. I haven’t had pizza in ages. Want the works?”
With a nod, Billy reached for the phone on the wall and from memory, dialed the number of his favorite delivery joint. The wait-staff knew him. He placed the order.
“We’ll have it there in about half an hour, Billy.”
“Yeah, wait, I’m not at my place. What’s the address again?” he asked, displacing the receiver.
Joss rhymed it off so the delivery-person on the other end could hear.
“Wow, she sounds sexy, Billy.”
“Yeah, buddy, she doesn’t just sound it. She’s smokin’ from head to toe.” He allowed his gaze to travel over Joss, leaving her in no doubt as to what they were talking about.
She returned his perusal with a small smile.“Good on ya, boy!”
Chuckling, Billy hung up the phone.
Joss neatened up all the menus then tossed them in a drawer. As she neared the sink, Billy stopped her, taking hold of her hip.
She met his gaze. “Hi,” she said, smiling, giving him the greeting he’d been waiting for.
“Hey,” he answered gruffly, dipping his head. He hesitated for only a second before capturing her lips.
She draped her arms around his neck. Billy dropped his hips, nudging his burgeoning erection against her. To his pleasure, she pressed her pelvis back in response.
She pulled his work shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. In between hot kisses, she said, “It’s really a shame that you have to wear a shirt to work at all, Billy.”
Once his top half was exposed, Joss ran her hands over him, following their path with her eyes, appreciatively.
“Mmm,” Billy murmured in pleasure. “You’re a chest and bicep woman, are ya, Joss?” he commented, thinking of yesterday’s encounter and how she’d been drawn to him straight away, the minute his shirt was off.
She exhaled. “I think I’m a Tech-Co woman,” she mumbled, as she leaned forward and sucked softly on the skin covering his collarbone.
“Ahhh, good answer.” Every workout he’d ever pushed through had just paid off.
Joss took her time and continued to massage, kiss, lave and suck his firm flesh, carving an unhurried path down his belly, pausing at his waistband. She coaxed his backside onto one of the bar-type stools surrounding the counter.
With one hand she palmed his aching cock, with the other she unfastened his pants. His erection strained, demanding her touch.
At first, she molded her fingers around his length. Then, in one smooth motion she pulled the elastic band at his waist, folding it down, baring his distended flesh.
Another tantalizing sound erupted from her throat, making his dick pulse in response
“Hmm,” she hummed, running her soft lips up his shaft, tracing the corded veins.
His rod throbbed in anticipation. She licked the crease under the head. Billy had to tense his muscles in an attempt to slow his over-eagerness. He wanted this to last, but it felt too good. Just his excitement to be with Joss was overwhelming in itself. His body was on go before he’d even knocked on her door.
Looking down at her strawberry blonde head in his lap, he slid his hands into her hair and watched as she opened her amazing lips.
The end of his cock disappeared into her hot sweet mouth and his hips bucked in a reflexive reaction. She took him deep several times. Enjoying her ministrations, he was hanging on by the thinnest thread when a loud, obnoxious buzz made him jump.
Joss released him and wiped her mouth. “That’ll be the pizza,” she said, standing and hitting one of the buttons on the phone pad.
Billy assumed it released the security door. “Well, normally, I’d offer to get that but…” Billy considered his rigid shaft.
Joss lowered her gaze to his lap. “No, we wouldn’t want to scare the poor guy, now would we?” She took hold of him and stroked him, keeping him painfully aroused while they waited for the delivery person to knock at the door.
“You’re gonna get a hand full there, Joss,” Billy warned shakily, both hands gripping the stool.
She licked her lips and responded, “I’ve already got my hands full.” Smiling seductively, she filled her empty palm with his aching balls.
A knock at the door forced Joss to relinquish Billy’s deliciously stiff cock. Dipping her head, she gave him a quick kiss, right on the tip, then headed for the door. She imagined her lips were most likely swollen from the rigorous workout, her hair a mess from Billy gripping her head. She patted it down and grabbed her wallet as she passed her purse.
Attempting to be casual and cordial, she was friendly with the delivery person. She paid then closed the door, but when she turned back around with the hot cardboard box in her hand, Billy was gone from his perch. After setting the box down, she then went in search of him.
Once she found him, she just stopped and stared, taking in the sight. He was in her bed, his dark head propped up on her pillows, shirt on, but open, his pants and boxers down around his knees. But that’s not what had her spellbound.
The motion of his hand as he stroked himself made her pussy suddenly heavy and flood with need.
His gaze met hers, his features a mask of pleasure coupled with pain. “Come here,” he mumbled.
As she neared he paused.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“I want you to do it,” he explained.
Joss knelt on the bed. “Give me your hand,” she instructed.
Without hesitation, he did so.
She pulled her shorts and underwear aside and guided his fingers to her saturated cunt.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he groaned, splaying his fingers.
Joss gasped. “You made this happen. This is what watching you stroke yourself did to me.”
He moaned again. “I don’t think I can. I’m right on the edge.”
“I’ll catch you.”
Joss moved so that he couldn’t reach her anymore. Billy grasped his cock and began to work it up and down. She knew that he was watching her face, but she was concentrating on his fascinating and titillating action, occasionally glancing up to monitor the devastating expression he wore. It grew more pained by the second, his body beginning to tense as he fought the anticipated outcome.
Joss removed his jeans and boxers for him then knelt between the vee his legs created. Starting at his knees, she massaged up his thigh.
“That feels good!” His voice was gravelly. His inhalations turned rapid. The veins in his cock pulsed. The tip colored, throbbing.
“Fuck! Oh, fuuuck!” He groaned.
Joss ran her fingernails lightly over the soft underside of his balls. She watched as they tightened.
“Ahhhh, I’m gonna commme…”
Joss lowered her head and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, as his ejaculate erupted, coating the back of her throat.
“Uh, uh, unh…” Billy’s hips convulsed. He released his hold on his dick, giving it over to Joss, who drank every last drop, going down on him until he deflated.
Eventually, Joss stretched out beside him. Billy gathered her close. His blue eyes were luminescent, filled with satisfaction. But Joss’ body was still thrumming for some fulfilment of her own.
He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, kissed her lips briefly then moved to take a taut nipple into his mouth, right through her shirt, but that didn’t last long either.
“I think it’s your turn.”
Hard and Fast
Tune in next week for Joss' climax! Hope you enjoyed Billy's!
Don't forget to check out the other MM posts
1.HIS and Hers2.Take It From Behind3.Emily's Pleasures4.Normandie Alleman5.Teresa Noelle Roberts (post up 9/15 AM)6.Banana Muffins
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September 12, 2014
#MySexySaturday I always knew when she made that sound she would surrender to me...#erotic #excerpt
Sexy Into You ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 Welcome to the 59th week of My Sexy Saturday. Remember the movie ‘He’s Not That Into You’? Well, this is the opposite of that movie. There the heroine actually had to fight her way to get her man but the biggest obstacle was the man himself. How about the characters that are over the top about each other, regardless of the situation? The ones who can never keep their hands off one another. The ones you know will be that little old couple you see at the park, still holding hands after 50 years. It’s those couples we are talking about this week.
♥ ♥ ♥ Victor & Holly ♥ ♥ ♥
Excerpt: Law & Order Crime & Chaos - Always Cambridge Four
Jeans and a hoody never looked so fuckin’ good. I worked my way around the massive desk as she eased the hood from her head, uncovering shoulder length blonde hair. “Holly,” I whispered her name, almost afraid if I spoke it she would disappear in a cloud of smoke. Just my imagination playing tricks on me. Another dream I was going to wake up from. But she was still there, and she was real, and it happened just like every other time we locked eyes across a room.She made a little noise in the back of her throat that went straight to my groin. She ran at me and I caught her up in my arms. She wound her legs around my waist, just like she so often had in the past, and my body roared to life just as it always did.
“Oh, baby. Ahhh, Holly.” I breathed into her hair. And then I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with her familiar scent.
She eased her grip on my neck and leaned back to look at me. I looked into her incredible glistening green eyes. She was close to tears. She bit her lip in that oh so sexy way. I eased my hips onto the desk, so I could hold her and touch her at the same time.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice not above a harsh whisper. I was excited to see her but afraid as well. I knew she wouldn’t risk this unless it was bad.
She didn’t speak. Her breathing was shallow, fanning out across my jaw. Her hungry gaze roamed over my face. Her fingers traced the same path. With her thumb she lined my bottom lip right before her lips met mine. It started out soft, timid, because of our time apart. A kiss that just conveyed how much we’d missed each other and how wonderful it felt to know we were both still alive.
And then it turned hot, ravenous, probably ugly, but it felt fuckin’ good. We were starving for each other. Mourning the loss. Missing one another. I guess it would never matter how much time passed between us. It would always be this way for us. I grabbed the back of her head and I devoured her mouth. I shifted on the desk, thrusting my hips into her. Letting her know I wanted her. She whimpered into my mouth. I always knew when she made that sound she would surrender to me if it was what I wanted. I knew I could lay her out on this desk and do whatever I wanted and she wouldn’t stop me. I fought with my conscience. Randy would kill me. I tried to keep my mind on that thought when she took over the kiss, sliding her tongue over mine. Her legs tightened around my back and she used her amazing flexibility to ride me. I groaned at the contact of her heat. She wanted me, too.Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
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