AuThursday – Anny Cook

Please welcome fellow Resplendence Author Anny Cook.  So Anny, How long have you been writing?

I’ve written for many years. However, it wasn’t until three years ago that I first submitted a story to a publisher. That was Dancer’s Delight which I submitted to Ellora’s Cave. Imagine my shock—and delight—when they offered me a contract. Since then, I’ve had thirteen books released.

Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?

I think it was probably Love Never-Ending. That was my longest book at 70K+. Since it was the fifth book in the Mystic Valley series, there were a million details to check, double check and match with the other books.

Q:  Which country would you most like to visit and why?

Peru. I would love to visit Machu Picchu. Although in reality, I would probably need an oxygen mask because of my asthma.

Q:  Which author would you most like to meet and why?

Shall I confess? I’m a total fan girl of Jayne Ann Krentz. I would love to have time to sit down with her and discuss writing. She has a fascinating mind.

Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

Ohhhh. First I put on my sexy lingerie and my pink heels. Then I wrap my favorite feather boa around my neck… NO? Actually, I sit in front of my computer with the minimum noise I can manage (this is after all real life!) and I write. I don’t outline though I have a general idea of where the story is going to go. After that, I just write with a counter running in the back of my head…every 3500 words is a chapter.

Q:  What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories?

Write every day unless you are so sick you have to stay in bed. Write a grocery list. Write a blog. Write a letter to you mother. Write SOMETHING. It’s very important to develop and maintain the habit of writing. And once you develop that habit, understand that anything written can be revised and changed. But a blank page is impossible to revise or change.

 Q:  What do you think is the biggest misconception in erotic romance fiction?

A) that we as authors have done everything we’ve written about. B) that we as authors WANT to do everything we write about. C) that we’re all just looking for a few GOOD men… NOT.

 Q: We all know “SEX” sells, have you ever been asked to “sex-up-your books”?

Yes, I have. Sometimes I’ve complied if it seemed the story called for it. Sometimes I’ve declined. Clearly, if we’re writing erotica we already know the expectation the publisher has. Mostly, I believe if you don’t want to add sex, then don’t submit to that genre.

Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2009?

Wow. Well on November 10, my newest story, Prisoner of the Heart will be released from Resplendence Publishing. It is part of an anthology, Carnal Reunions. There are seven stories in all—about seven young women who return to their college for their tenth reunion. While there, each of them reconnects with the fellow who got away.

 Aside from that, I have several works in progress that I hope to finish before the end of the year—a vampire story, a fantasy, a futuristic/apocalyptic, a Mystic Valley story, and a contemporary older woman/younger man.

Q:  When a new book comes out, have you ever been nervous over readers’ reaction to it?

Oh, yeah. I’m always nervous. It’s impossible to please everyone, but even knowing that, it still stings if someone doesn’t like the book. Every time. You never get past that.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web? www.annycook.com and www.annycook.blogspot.com 

I also have MySpace and Facebook pages.

Thanks for a wonderful interview Anny!  Join me on Saturday when Anny shares a steamy excerpt.

See you then,

Tina

Friday Excerpt – Cuffed and Dangerous by Bronwyn Green

Q:  Can you share a little of your current work with us?

When I asked Bronwyn this question I had no idea I would get such a great Excerpt so I just had to give it’s own day.  

A:  This is the opening of my new story, Cuffed and Dangerous, available from Resplendence Publishing on 11/3/09.  

She might be fooling some of the regulars at the Jack Pine tavern, but she sure as shit wasn’t fooling him. Gideon Wells eyed the blonde as she nursed her drink like a broken heart. Her depressed demeanor was Oscar-worthy, but this girl was hunting. He’d bet his right ball her prey would be walking through the door any minute.

He leaned back in his chair and observed her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Short, honey-blonde hair framed her face, stopping just past her chin. She had pale, almost translucent skin that reminded him of angels or vampires—but he knew she was neither. His gaze rose to her full lips. God damn if she didn’t have a mouth made for sin. His cock stirred behind the fly of his jeans, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He watched her use the mirror to scan the room, stopping when she met his gaze. Huge eyes the color of dark, melted chocolate glared at him, and he couldn’t help but smile. She was a bounty hunter. He’d never seen her, but he’d heard plenty about her over the last three years. While the members of  the shifter community might not be best buddies, they kept each other apprised of shared dangers—like a bounty hunter with a hard-on for feline shape shifters.

Her short, snug skirt rode up her legs giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. It was impossible not to imagine how the creamy flesh would taste as he lapped at her. As if she knew his thoughts, her frown deepened and she looked away. He took that opportunity to continue his perusal of her gentle curves, following the delicately muscled  line of her leg downward. Her feet were encased in impossibly high heels and thin bands of leather wrapped around her ankles. The sharp contrast of the black leather against her porcelain skin hardened his cock further as he imagined her bound to his bed, wide leather cuffs securing her hands and ankles, her body open and weeping for him.

Her foot tapped in a agitated rhythm against the metal rung of the bar stool and he dragged his attention upward. Her full lips were pursed in annoyance as she stared at him. Raising his bottle, he saluted her, barely stifling a laugh when she flipped him off.

The door of the bar swung open and her eyes darted almost imperceptibly toward the doorway. He followed her gaze and nearly groaned aloud as he saw his best friend zero in on the woman at the bar. This wouldn’t end well.

With an easy grin, Jude Caulfield approached the blonde and leaned on the bar while he ordered a beer. His smile faded as he crossed the room and sank into an empty chair next to Gideon. After a nearly draining the bottle, he set it on the table and sighed.

“The Montgomery build is on hold and I’m laid off indefinitely, the bar’s out of Killian’s Red and I just got shot down by the hottest woman I’ve seen in months.”

Gideon grinned. “So you’re writing country songs, now?”

“Fuck you.” Jude nodded toward the bar. “Who is she?”

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s Wrenn Saunders.”

“The bounty hunter?”

Before Gideon could respond, a triangle of dull light slid across the floor as the door opened, and Spencer Dane entered. Besides being a werelion and an all around dick, he was also the head of the local lion pride. While Spencer might masquerade as a reputable businessman, he was nothing more than a drug dealer using his import company as a front and the members of his pride to distribute his product. The tiny hairs stood up on the back of Gideon’s neck and the need to shift burned through his veins. It was more than cats not playing nicely with those outside their own genus, he hated this guy.

“Easy there,” Jude murmured. “The last thing I need today is for you to go panther on him. I can’t afford to bail your ass out of jail.” 

Nodding, Gideon took another swallow of beer, attempting to swallow his dislike with the cool liquid and watched as the creep made his way toward the blonde at the bar. His beast rose in his chest at the sight of Spencer’s hand stroking her forearm, his meaty paws caressing her bare skin.

Gideon’s fingers clenched around his bottle as she leaned toward Spencer, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage. Forcing his grip to relax, he drained the last of his beer. What did it matter that she was flirting with a lowlife like Spencer? Gideon would love to think that she was in the Jack Pine to haul the bastard in, but so far, the other man had managed to keep his illegal dealings unproven, letting his pride members take the fall for him.

The bounty hunter swiveled on her stool. Buttons near to popping, her tight blouse left very little to the imagination, including the hint of black lace that cupped the full mounds of her breasts.

“Holy Mother of God,” Jude breathed.

“Yeah.” It was the only word he could choke out.

Equally enamored, Spencer laid his hand on her bare thigh as she giggled, peering at him through her lashes. In a move so fast, it must have taken years of practice, she pulled a pair of handcuffs from her waistband and snapped one of the bracelets around his wrist.

Spencer stared at his hand, dumfounded. “What the fuck?”

Hopping off the bar stool, she dragged his hand behind his back as she shoved his torso toward the bar top and wrestled the cuff around his other wrist.

“You’re under arrest, asshole,” she said.

“ I think I’m in love,” Jude breathed.

Spencer pushed himself back to an upright position. Straining his muscles, he fought against the restraints. “You’ve got nothing on me, bitch.”

She grabbed the cuffs, and pulled them upward, twisting his arms in his sockets. “Don’t bother—they’re silver. And actually, I do. There’s a bench warrant from a judge in Detroit for your arrest. You’re more than two years behind on child support.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s life.”

“Look, I can triple whatever your bounty is. Just unlock the cuffs, and the money’s yours.”

With her free hand, she removed a colt from her purse and pressed the muzzle into his back. “I’ve got a full cylinder. The rounds aren’t silver, so you’ll heal, but I can make sure it hurts like hell before you do.”

“Yep,” Jude nodded. “Definitely in love.”

“Whore,” Spencer growled.

“Helplessness is a bitch, huh?” Keeping a tight grip on the chain connecting the cuffs and the gun pressed against his spine she shoved him toward the door.

Join me again tomorrow for our Regular Saturday Sexcerpt! 

Love,

Tina

 

I’m at ValleyCon!

I will be at ValleyCon - October 16-18, 2009, along with Actor Peter Jurasik and Author R.R. Martin.  I  will be hosting a panel Friday Night October 16th on Vampires and Dark Fantasy.  If you are in the Fargo Area please stop by!

 

Tina

AuThursday – Kayelle Allen

Welcome back one of my co-authors from Liquid Silver Books, Kayelle Allen!   It’s a challenge finding new questions but it’s a great opportunity to learn more about this wonderful author.

Q:  Where are you from?

I was born in Idaho, but my parents moved to New Mexico when I was a few months old. Since then, I’ve lived in almost every state and parts of Central America. However, from 7th grade up, we lived in Henderson, Nevada, right outside Las Vegas. So I consider Vegas my home town.

I love Vegas.  My favorite town.  Q: How long have you been writing?

Since I could hold a pencil! I wrote a Science Fiction book at eighteen, filed it away and got it back out a few years later and created a map of the galaxy as it would be in the story. I put it away to attend college. You don’t make the dean’s list while raising three kids under the age of six unless you really knuckle down, and I did. Once all my kids were in school, I got the book out again, but the editor I sent it to made so many suggestions about changes that I got cold feet and tucked it back in the closet for a few years. In the meantime, I submitted a short story to Writer’s Digest Magazine for their annual “Short-Short Story Contest” and was one of the Honorable Mentions. I started working on a book of rules and laws, a compendium of races and background info for the universe I’d created. Finally, all my kids were in high school, and I thought, when is it finally going to be time for me? I realized no one would give it to me, and I wouldn’t “find” it. I had to make it for myself. That December I joined a critique group online, submitted my first chapter, and by April, I had a finished book and a contract. I haven’t slowed down since.

Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?

It was one I never got published because the hero and heroine absolutely refused to cooperate with me. I’m not kidding! I rewrote it completely three times in one year, using different plots, trying to get them together. However, the hero’s younger cousin kept flirting with the heroine, and she kept flirting back. What was I going to do? Finally it dawned on me like a smack to the head that the cousin was her hero, and until I got them together that story wasn’t happening. Trouble is, I write on a timeline for an overall series that this book fell into, and the young cousin was too young for an erotica. He might be old enough to flirt, but not be the hero. Their story would have to wait a few storybook years. So that one is out in the future and it’s tentatively called Rebel Son. It will be an older woman younger man story, but he will teach her more than she ever thought she could learn. From that one “failed” book, I got the ideas for five more, three of which have now been written and published. So not a total loss!

Q:   Do you have a specific writing style?

Yes. I do things editors tell you not to do. *grin* I use fragments, change the pacing in the middle of scenes, and tend to use ellipses and dashes at the ends of sentences. Why? Because my characters sometimes forget what they’re talking about (like I do) or interrupt each other. Their thoughts ramble. They get so riled up at the idea of making love to the one they love that they can’t speak in full sentences. Especially the males. I do not head hop, however. I hate it when we’re seeing through Mary’s eyes and suddenly we’re John and then Mary again. Arrggh! I always make sure that changes in point of view are clear between characters. Another aspect of my style is to show, not tell, so I use narrative only where absolutely necessary. I also refuse to use the word “said” unless it’s in a sentence such as, “She said you’d take the kids today.” Instead, I use gestures and action. One of my favorite authors, Susan Johnson, used to write dialogue tags like “She lightly said,” and so on. She doesn’t write that way now, but her earlier books were full of such examples. If you think about it, it’s simply describing how someone speaks, and “lightly” is not a precise description. However, if your heroine lifts her head, tosses her curls, and gives the hero a shy smile before speaking, you not only know she is speaking lightly, you see her doing it. The main thing I’m known for, though, is that I lead readers down a path where they think they know what’s coming, and then I pull the rug out from under them and send them in another direction. I get comments all the time about plot twists and how riveting my stories are, which delights me no end. I love it when people email me to ask a question about a twist or a change I made that they didn’t expect. One reader wrote, “Think you know what’ll happen next? No way, it’s by Kayelle.”

Q:  How did you come up with your titles?

My first book title came from something the hero’s master warned him to avoid. The young hero would be working with an older woman whose genetic enhancements could addict him to her. His master warned, “If she subjects you to her passion, you’ll be at the mercy of her pleasure forever.” At the Mercy of Her Pleasure received multiple four and five star reviews, as well as being named as a “recommended read” and was awarded the Most Memorable Paranormal Romance of the Year. Everyone loved the title, and the moment I told people what it was, their eyes would light up. Each book’s title tells its own story about the hero. For Women Only had a line explaining to a man that the hero was like the company he worked for: For Women Only. I have two short stories, The Last Vhalgenn (from an EPPIE Finalist anthology) and A Romance for Christmas (in the anthology Naughty is Nice). Vhalgenn is a title for the king’s (or queen’s) companion of the opposite sex who learns everything they learn. How to rule, how to fight, how to judge. Why this Vhalgenn is the last one is the crux of the story. It was nominated for a Tiptree Award, which is for challenging traditional gender roles. A Romance for Christmas is literally that, in all senses of the word. My three Tales of the Chosen books revealed stories about three Chosen — the servants of immortals called the Sempervians. Wulf, Alitus, and Jawk all related relationships of the three to one or more of the immortals. Surrender Love is the first of a trilogy which will include the titles Surrender Trust and Surrender Will. It’s about one couple who must go through three stages before they are completely bonded to one another. First comes love, then the ability to trust, followed by the surrender of will to the other person in total trust. Each aspect goes both ways.

Q:  What books have most influenced your life most?

Interesting question! I would say as a child it was reading The Languages of Pao by Jack Vance, then as a teen, The Foundation Trilogy by Isaac Asimov, as well as many of his short stories. Later, I read the Chanur series by C.J. Cherryh, and Little Fuzzy by H. Beam Piper. I also attended a Bible college for three years, studying to become an adult teacher. Learning the King James version as well as others helped me learn the beauty of words in rhythm and balance. I understood the King James easily, because I had a strong background in English literature. Not only did the book have an impact on my spiritual life, it also gave me a deeper understanding of symbolism, which I’ve always found fascinating. When readers learn that I attended a Bible college and write gay Romance, they sometimes think these oppose one another. That’s not true. If God is love, then He should certainly want His children to know love and experience it fully. I don’t use my books to preach religion. In fact, most of my characters are far from religious, but the symbols are there if you search for them. And later, I will have a character whose spiritual beliefs lead her into war. That should create some talk!

Q:  If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Wow. I have so many! I really listen to other authors. However, I’d say Barbara Karmazin was the first. I truly love this woman. When I’d email her a reply, my spell checker always wanted to change her last name to Amazing. That would certainly fit! A lot of folks call her Chainsaw for her critique techniques ^_^ but I’ve come to know her as BK. Her first critique sent me reeling for three days. I was angry, upset, and confused all at the same time. I thought briefly of giving up, but I’d come too far for that, and I finally realized that if I couldn’t take a critique from someone who wanted to help me, how could I take reviews? I made her suggested changes, tried to learn how to watch for those mistakes in the future, and resubmitted the manuscript. When Barbara saw that I was serious, she took me under her wing. It was through her recommendation that I received my first contract. I owe her a great debt.

Q:  What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories?

The most important is never to quit. You won’t fail until you quit. The winner keeps going back no matter how long it takes. Sherrilyn Kenyon had multiple rejections for her books and used the last stamp she had to send out a query to someone she had heard was now an editor. Imagine if she had quit. If she hadn’t sent out that one more query. We’d have a world without the Dark Hunters, Dream Hunters, without Acheron or Simi. What a terrible loss! Never ever quit.

 
Q:  What do you think is the biggest misconception in erotic romance fiction?

That it’s porn. Porn is a sex scene with no concept or plot. It’s sex for the sake of titillation (what a great word to describe porn!) and excitement. Erotic Romance is the developing relationship of lovers revealed with — and often by — their sexual relationship. In this type of story, the sexual aspect of the characters’ lives is as important as all the others. For me, writing erotic romance was like getting a box of thirty-two crayons after having only eight before. Gay Romance gave me a box of sixty-four. I could never go back to eight and be satisfied with the end result.

 

Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2009?

I’m completing Surrender Trust and hopefully starting into edits for an early release in 2010. I’ll be doing various interviews on the net and continuing to guide Marketing for Romance Writers. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MarketingForRomanceWriters/  I created this group for the purpose of helping others learn how to successfully market their work and create a name for themselves. Our motto is “Seek, teach, share, learn, succeed.” It’s open to authors (published and not yet), literary agents, editors, publishers, author promo services, and artists. With well over 700 members and a staff of four volunteers to help me, we manage to accomplish a monthly newsletter and bulletin as well as annual excerpt books for various heat levels and genres. Helping others is my passion. I’m also holding a character chat on my yahoo group, Romance Lives Forever, and will be blogging and twittering away.

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

I’m all over. Here are my most used links.

kayelle@kayelleallen.com     Email

http://kayelleallen.com      Homepage

http://kayelleallen.com/Books.html      Booklist

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/romancelivesforever      Romance Lives Forever

http://myspace.com/romancelivesforever      Romance Lives Forever – MySpace

http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/      Romance Lives Forever – Blog

http://twitter.com/kayelleallen     Twitter

http://trsblue.blogspot.com/      The Romance Studio – Blog

http://coffeetimeromance.com/board/      Kayelle’s Coffee Corner

http://manloveromance.com      Manloveromance

And the winners are:

Jan Miller won the grand prize giveaway from LSB and Becky Ward is the winner of a free copy of “Last Virgin in Vegas”

Congratulations Ladies!

Tina

LSB Labor Day Blog Tour!

Welcome to the Liquid Silver Books Labor Day Blog Tour!

You should have come from K.Z. Snow’s site.

http://kzsnow.blogspot.com/

And we began our journey here:

http://alannacocaauthor.blogspot.com/

Well on to our Luscious Laborers!

Gardner...

The next blog in our tour today is:

http://celiakyle.com/blog

You’ll want to try and hit all the blogs and leave a comment so you are eligible for the LSB LUSCIOUS LABORER grand prize giveaway!

Wyoming Solace by Alanna Coca
a $10 Meijer gift card from Jeanne St. James
Satisfy Me by Madison Scott
Illicit Hunger by Dee Carney
Furry, Fluffy & Wild from Celia Kyle (includes Nina Pierce & Tina Holland)
Once Bitten by Trina M Lee
Intimate Strangers by Gem Sivad
Of Flesh & Blood from Tina Holland (includes Celine Chatillion & Darragha Foster)
Resisting Kane by Stephanie Adkins
The Extremist by Juniper Bell

And I’ll be selecting a winner off my blog to recieve a copy of “Last Virgin in Vegas”

Good Luck!

Tina

Correction – Trouble with the Law by Tatiana March

Please Note Tatiana’s contemporary romantic novella Trouble with the Law is coming out from Resplendence on November 17th. Her Wild Rose Press Release Secrets of the Past will be out September 4th and is a romantic suspense.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Over My Undead Body by Debbie Cairo

Over My Undeady Body by Debbie Cairo

Here’s an excerpt from Over My Undead Body by Debbie Cairo.

 

 As if he sensed my hunger, Billy unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and rolled it up. He offered me his arm and I could smell the blood coursing just under the skin. I turned away feigning disgust, mainly to hide the fangs which were now filling my mouth.

“You must eat,” Billy stated matter-of-fact. “I need you strong and you haven’t fed this evening.”

I didn’t answer him. I was too busy hiding my fangs so he wouldn’t see how much his offer had affected me.

“Fine, if you won’t take from me, take from the underling.” His anger was barely veiled. He pushed a button on the door and the partition between me and the front seats opened. “Underling, your mistress needs to feed.”

Without hesitation Louis’ arm emerged through the opening. This time I didn’t need to act as if I were revolted, I actually was. I know at some point Julia must have drank from Louis, but to me it seemed almost incestuous. I moved my head even further away from the offering. Billy let out a loud sigh of frustration and closed the partition, almost catching Louis’ hand in the process.

“This is not a game. What is your name anyway?”

“Lizzy,” I said, my face still buried in the car seat.

“Well Lizzy, you’re just going to have to suck it up. You must have agreed to the exchange and now you need to deal with the consequences of that decision. You’re weak, you haven’t fed, and we don’t have time to find you an alternative food source—so drink!”

He thrust his arm at me again. This time he wasn’t offering, he was demanding and he wasn’t holding it out to me, he was pushing it right at my mouth. My body betrayed me again. The burning hunger emerged again and with it fangs. I closed my eyes and bit down on his wrist. Warm blood flooded my mouth like a tongue during a passionate kiss. Billy moaned and it pulled me out of the moment. He was sitting with his head lying back, a look of ecstasy on his face. As I sucked groans traveled from his chest out his mouth. There was a noticeable erection through his pants.

The warmth flowed from my mouth and circulated through my body, pooling in the most intimate places. His blood was intoxicating. My strength was growing and with it the need to have his body. I wanted him naked and I wanted him inside me. It was a singular thought and it was consuming me. I withdrew my fangs from his arm and through force of habit dragged my tongue across the bite marks which elicited another deep groan from him. His eyes opened halfway, still drunk with desire and lust.

 Okay definately more of a Tease!  Dammit Debbie!

You can find Debbie online at:

htttp://www.debbiecario.com

http://www.whispershome.com/index.html

Saturday Sexcerpt – The Centurion & The Queen

by Minnette Meador

THE CENTURION & THE QUEEN
by Minnette Meador

 CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Will you behave yourself?” he asked.

 “No, Marius,” she whispered, her voice deep with hunger and mirth. “Do you want me to?”

His lips curled into a grin, and he released her face and hands. “Absolutely not.”

With a fluid motion, he pulled the tunic and cloak off her body and watched the sudden chill make her breasts shiver.

Marius pressed his lips to hers slowly, evenly, sending a ripple through her flesh. Delia could feel nothing but the weight of him as it enfolded her, pressed against the length of her naked body. His strong arms wrapped around her and his wide chest crushed her breasts, her nipples begging for his lips. The feel of the hard skin and taut muscles of his buttocks under her fingers was exquisite. The pressure of his hardness grew against her pelvis, made her whimper with longing for it.

All at once, there was nothing in Delia’s universe but Marius kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of her body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in her life, Delia forgot everything else. The bliss sent an earthquake through her loins, causing her body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.

Nothing in her experience prepared her for the new sensations; the tingle in her neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of her belly when a wave of lightning engulfed it; the escape of her moisture as it saturated her, swelled her. Once unrestrained, her passion was urgent, desperate, and critical, but Marius forced her to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing her, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying her, until she wanted to beg for it.

Marius’ lips devoured hers; his tongue explored her mouth, her neck, and her ears. His teeth found her breasts and her nipples, his tongue torturing them until she moaned in need.

With a movement that startled her, he forced her legs open with strong arms, cupped her buttock in his hands, and lifted her hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brought her close to the edge so many times she lost count in delirium. Delia could do nothing more than squeeze the blankets.

His hands finally opened her, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness, grabbing her wrist to force her own hand to feel for herself, and laughing at her greedy caresses. Marius moved Delia’s fingers to the soft head of his erection where she let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. Delia could feel herself blush and prickles of pleasure moved through her arms when he grew harder in her hand. She squeezed instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing her to tighten her grip. More moisture drenched her in anticipation.

Marius’ fingers slowly entered her, first one for a slow count of ten and then a second one, stretching her, kneading her hot flesh, preparing it for something more. He stroked her with a gentle urgency and held onto her when the first wave of ecstasy took hold, making her back arch uncontrollably and forcing a scream from her lips.

Marius was on his knees, his erection full. He pulled Delia onto his lap, and slowly, very slowly, an eternity it seemed, slid her down the stiff muscle, inch by inch, sucking her erect nipples into his mouth, his teeth, and guiding her body with his warm hands.

When she was full with him, hardly able to take him all, she opened her eyes and touched his dark, creased face, losing herself in his black gaze. Love flooded her senses, mingled with the urgings of her body, and left her breathless. There had never been a moment like this in Delia’s experience. Marius began his rhythm—up and down, slowly, methodically, in and out. Again, Delia could barely hold her passions, but Marius used his eyes to command her to comply with his touch, bringing her repeatedly to the edge, but not letting her pass over. Pulling her wrists behind her back, he held them in one hand, forcing her to submit to the rhythm of his body.

Soon, their breathing, the movements of their bodies, and even the hiss of their blood, reflected on their glistening skin and resonated in their pounding hearts.

Finally, as the beat of their desire reached its climax, Marius let go of her wrists, wrapped his arms around her, and let them release together in an explosion that neither of them had ever experienced before. The room disappeared, the night became a cloudy blackness around them, and they clung to each other as if their lives, their minds, and their souls had melted into the darkness. The only sound was the scream of voices echoing repeatedly in their ears.

Ooh that was a tasty little Sexcerpt.  Yummy!  Remember you can find Minnette Meador online at:

Webpage

Blog

mmeador@minnettemeador.com

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