Saturday Sexcerpt – What Happens in Bangkok by Daryl Devore

“… from my hot rock star romance- What Happens in Bangkok.  Quick scene set- Darien was taking a shower – a fully clothed Erika surprised him.”~Daryl Devore

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She lifted her gaze to his as she peeled her soaked pants down her legs. Stepping out with her right foot, she tucked the pants down with her left foot and kicked them to the side. Darien’s gaze tracked the stream of water that flowed down her thigh. Again, she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, keeping her arms high and arching her back. The barest of red lace covered the delights Darien craved. A smile crossed her lips as she turned her back to him, bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. Twisting a bit to gaze over her shoulder, she moved her butt in a figure eight pattern. Each swish amped up his desire. Much more of this and he’d explode before he even touched her.

She straightened, reached up and slid off her right bra strap. Darien’s fingers ached to peel down the left strap. She lowered it to the side, releasing the front clasp. Pulling it open, she flipped it off and let it drop to the floor. Darien hissed. Having forgotten about the shower, he tilted his head back and sputtered when the water poured onto his face. He shook his head and blinked, then groaned. She’d turned, facing him, but had crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands.

That was wrong. It was his hands that needed to feel her nipples pebble against his palms. He shifted to move but caught himself. He didn’t want to break the spell. WTF? Who was he kidding? He wanted to shatter the spell, grab Erika, and back her up against the shower wall, drowning her in kisses. After nibbling his way up her thigh, he craved buried himself deep inside her and when both had screamed out a release, he wanted to do it all over again.

Erika stepped closer. She lowered her head and kissed the tip of his erect cock. He struggled not to do what he’d just fantasized about doing. She rose, kissed just below his belly button, then the middle of his chest, and, lastly, raised her lips, brushed her bottom lip across his.

His chest heaved. His blood pounded inside. His cock strained.

Water poured down from above and spurted out from the sides, caressing their flesh and heightening the tension. She lifted her right hand off her left breast, but shielded it with her arm, then crooked her finger, indicating he should move closer. He bent forward.

She placed her lips near his ear. “Knock. Knock.”

Blurb

To save Darien’s life his brother asks, “Can you walk in high heels?”

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

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5 Stars Really must read this one….,

I thoroughly enjoyed this book, the chemistry between Darien and Erika was so hot that I thought my kindle would melt!

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Saturday Excerpt- Updrift by Erinn Stevens

UPDRIFT Icon 200 x 300(From chapter 6 in Updrift)

The normally tranquil Blake household had transformed into an upscale frat house of sorts with the presence of more than a dozen truly beautiful young men. They were everywhere, milling around and lounging, looking as if a modeling agency had sent them over for a retro, Ivy League fashion shoot. Every single one of them oozed charm, vitality, and—Kate could think of no better word for it—virility. Several stood around a flat screen television to watch qualifying races for the U.S. Olympic men’s swim team. They seemed amused.

She stood wide-eyed inside the front door, not sure she wanted to navigate this group to find Carmen. Maybe she could just hand off the envelope and apologize later to her for being in a hurry. Her greeter closed the door behind her, however. The sound startled her. What happened next unnerved her.

“Hi, I’m Luke Hokeman.” The door opener extended his hand. “Catherine Sweeting,” she replied. She had no idea why she gave her formal name, which was used almost exclusively by her mother when she was in trouble. In fact, she felt like she was in trouble. She mustered up enough bravado to extend her hand.

Instead of shaking it as she expected, Luke turned it so he held it almost to his chest, and she panicked as she thought he might raise her hand to his lips. Did guys still do that? He placed his other hand gently around her wrist, she could swear to God, to check her pulse. “Are you home for summer break from college, Catherine?” He smiled. Distracted and more than a little terrified, she dropped her envelope, which attracted a different man to her side, bending to retrieve it. Yet another of the party came to stand behind her, placing his hand proprietarily at the small of her back. “Come in and sit down.” She broke out into a sweat.

“Hoke, Libby, Gins—back off and give the poor girl some air.” Kate felt weak with relief as she saw Gabe bounding lightly down the stairs. “Hi, Kate.”

He took her hand from Luke and tucked it through his arm, a gesture that would have been remarkable and strange in any other situation. He grabbed her envelope and led them firmly away from the front door and its trio of male sirens. “And no, she’s not home from college, Hoke,” Gabe threw over his shoulder. “She’s seventeen, which is I think what you were getting at. Too young for yo-oo-oo-ou,” he sang, grinning down at Kate.

Join me next week, when we meet another author. ~Tina

Saturday Sexcerpt – Beyond Fate by Susan V. Vaughn

Beyond FateJulia began to hum cheerfully while she hammered another nail into the wall. Already, he could hear the sounds of her nail scraping against a bolt.

That’s it. I can’t stand it anymore. He pulled the hammer out of her hand, and tossed it aside.

“Russ?” She looked up at him, curious. “What are you doing?”

He leaned down and covered her lips with his own. If he said something back, they would have gotten into a long discussion about why this was a bad idea. But it wasn’t a bad idea, it was a great one. They had talked in enough circles this weekend. It was time for action.

He wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her close, kissing her long and hard, expressing what he wanted, and begging her to accept. In response, she pressed closer, and moaned deeply against his lips.

And that was it. With that one little moan, he was completely lost.

Join me next Thursday when we meet another author. ~Tina

 

 

Saturday Sexcerpt – Not the Hot Chick by Nona Raines

Danger even hotter“This is from my New Adult serial romance Not the Hot Chick:”~Nona Raines

No one would call curvy Layla Messner hot. Sweet and smart, yes, but not hot. All that changes when she meets sexy bartender Cam.  This bundle contains all four of parts of the Not the Hot Chick serial featuring a BBW heroine with heart and a hero with plenty of substance beneath his seductive style. Contains hot hook-ups, bitchy neighbors, ice skating blunders and—just possibly—love to last a lifetime.

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Excerpt:

Since Cam had to work in a few hours, they decided to go to the Shamrock. Because it was still early on a week night, they had no trouble finding a table. “What would you like?” he asked as Layla took her seat.

Just as she was about to ask for a beer, she remembered her plan to seduce him. What had Jessi ordered the night they came here? Oh, right. “I’d like a Hard Fast Screw.” Layla looked him straight in the eye and hoped she wasn’t blushing as she ordered the bar’s version of a screwdriver.

A light glinted in his hazel eyes and he pressed his lips together as though trying not to smile. “Coming right up.”

Layla let go a sigh as he headed to the bar for their drinks. Channeling Jessi seemed to do the trick. Tonight, Layla decided, her mantra would be WWJD: What Would Jessi Do?

Cam returned to the table with her cocktail and his bottle of beer. “Cheers.” He clinked the mouth of his bottle to the rim of her glass and they both drank. The tangy juice slid easily down Layla’s throat. She couldn’t taste the vodka but felt its kick as it landed in her stomach. Warmth pooled in her middle and spiraled through her.

She admired him as she sipped her drink. The separate parts of his face—his square jaw, his strong chin with a hint of a cleft, his straight nose—all came together beautifully. Add to that his dark, wavy hair and a pair of greenish-brown eyes flecked with gold and he was a perfect work of art. And when he smiled… God. It was enough to make any girl drop her panties.

Fear fluttered through her. Was she crazy, thinking she could get with him a second time? He had his pick of women. Just looking around the bar, Layla spotted two or three cute, hot girls who were much more his type than she was. She felt a sudden urge to slug back the rest of her drink and bounce before she made a complete idiot of herself.

No, you’re not going to run. You have to try. The worst he can do is say no.

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Join me next week when we meet another author.  Until then be Naughty! ~Tina

 

 

Saturday Sexcerpt – Love in the Boondocks by Adam Mann

love-in-the-boondocksWe said goodnight, but about half an hour later I felt Mary climbing into the other side of the larger bed with me in it!

She had to touch me as the bed was too small not to, and I noticed the soft fabric of her nightgown as she snuggled up to me, and put her arms around me.

I turned to face her, and she kissed my chin.  She smelt very feminine, without using any discernible perfume.

I put my arm on her waist, and then up to her back.

I was a bit startled as the back of her bra felt like canvas webbing through the soft nightie, but she snuggled up to me again without saying a word.

I moved my hand down her back to her bottom and found another canvas garment there, which was like a pair of knickers made from thick denim material.

“That’s my chastity belt,” she whispered, “Go to sleep,” she commanded.

“The trouble is that you’ve woken up Percy,” I complained.

“Percy?” she was startled, and I could sense her looking at me in the darkness.

I laughed.

“The one-eyed monster,” and now she laughed, and reached down between us to feel Percy.

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Saturday Excerpt – Hatchling’s Mate by Helen Henderson

dragshi-series-tweet-4bk-banned-09-29-16“Here’s a snippet from Hatchling’s Mate, the third book in the Dragshi Chronicles.”~Helen Henderson

The thud of the lockbar hitting the ground entered Talann’s senses.

“Time to earn your keep,” Marbh said through the open door. He stepped back and grunted to the men beside him. “Bring him. The Parant awaits.”

Two men grabbed Talann. Rather than resist, he let them pull him to his feet, then sagged against them. If they want me to pull the plow, they’ll have to carry me to the field.

Arms around their shoulders, the followers dragged him through the maze of damp passageways. Talann gave up trying to keep track of the twists and turns and concentrated on keeping his feet beneath him. By the time they reached the exit to the Parant’s valley, his shoulders ached from bearing his weight.

Outside, a line of torches danced in the breeze, leading across to where more formed a great circle. “Not the field,” Marbh said. “The amphitheater, to see an old friend,” he added with a laugh. He turned and followed the lit path across the damp grass.

At Marbh’s command, the men stopped at the entrance. Fingers twined into Talann’s hair, lifting his head. “No plow for you today, dragon lover,” Marbh hissed. He gestured at the mill stone. “Tonight you are the entertainment for the Parant’s dinner.”

Cries pierced through the dark haze surrounding Talann. Blinks cleared his vision to reveal Ohlmar harnessed to one of the spokes. The stallion cried and tried to move to Talann only to be brought up by the ropes that held him between two massive poles. One of the men shook out a long leather strap and laid it across the stallion’s back.

Marbh laughed at the animal’s struggles before returning his attention back to Talann. “Thank you for your help. Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to convince the Parant of my loyalty.” His head shook in mock sadness. “Unfortunately for you. I’ve convinced our master no son of a dragon lord would ever betray his people.”

Pleasure radiated from the mercenary. “You won’t be alone,” Marbh hissed. Anger darkened his features and the burn scars stood out in white contrast. “For biting me, after he kills you, the stallion dies.” He stepped back and raised the whip. “Here’s a taste.”

Talann tried to twist away, but the guards held him firm. Fire streaked across his back. Blackness edged his vision and he sagged in his captor’s grasp.

Marbh leaned in close. Insanity danced in the bloodshot eyes. “The Parant and Haldric have a bet on as to how long you’ll last.” Steel fingers gripped Talann’s jaw, forcing him to look at the platform. “Winner gets Glyn.”

Hatchling’s Mate Available at Amazon. A list of additional sales sites can be found at https://books2read.com/u/b5ld14.