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.

This boxed set contains the complete Not the Hot Chick series.perf5.000x8.000.indd

 

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.

 To read the first installment of Not the Hot Chick for *free*, sign up for Nona’s newsletter here:  http://www.nonarainesfreebook.com/

If you’d like to read the complete set of Not the Hot Chick, find it here:

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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 Sexcerpt -Lady Luck by Julie Lence

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Lucas set the coffeepot over the coals then glanced up at the sky. Missy had been gone for a while, dashing to the lake as soon as she’d set up camp. Not that he blamed her. After they finished their meal, he planned on soaking in the water, too.

He searched the trees beyond the horses for any signs of her. She should have been back by now. She wasn’t safe on her own. Any number of hazards could befall her: wild animals, wilder men.

He checked his gun and went in search of her. Following a trail she’d taken, he pushed past a few bushes and tall trees. Stepping into the clearing, the lake stretched before him.

He looked to the right and didn’t see her. Looking in the opposite direction, the breath rushed out of his lungs as his body pitched forward. Missy stood beside a large boulder, her back to him, wet hair tossed over the front of her shoulder and moisture glistening off her bare skin.

A fat tear of water dripped from her hair onto her nape. The droplet slithered down her spine and plopped into the dirt.

His heart hammered in his chest. His gut coiled tight and sweat beaded his brow as he watched another drop follow the same path.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he had no business spying on her. He should leave, but his feet wouldn’t move. Neither would his gaze. And the immoral thoughts swarming around inside his head―tasting the water beading her skin, drying her with his hands, helping her step into her clothes―guaranteed him a place in hell.

Even that wasn’t enough to shake him from his reverie. It wasn’t until he stood behind her, holding his shirt open like a towel, did coherent thought finally poke through his mire. By then it was too late. Instinct and desire shoved aside all proprietary and urged him to drape his shirt around her.

“Oh!” She jumped, twisting her neck to see behind her. “Lucas, you scared me half to death.”

“You don’t have a towel,” he murmured.

“The sun can dry―”

“Not as well as my shirt can.” He hunkered down on his knee and gently rubbed her calf with the worn material.

“Lucas, ah, that feels wonderful.” She closed her eyes as his strong hands glided up and down her legs, soothing the soreness from days spent in the saddle. He dried her lower back, moved his hands around her hips and over her abdomen. His fingers dipped low to massage her, and she froze.

The last time a man had touched her there fat fingers had rubbed so hard they’d left bruises. Jagged fingernails had scratched and cut her flesh. But this hand was gentle, almost loving with its strokes. Instead of a dry, coarse feeling, hot moisture pooled between her thighs and made her throb.

Fear shot down her spine at this new feeling. Another method of torture she was sure. “Lucas.” She trembled and sniffed back the wetness stinging her eyes.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered. “Soft and sweet.”

Words of praise, though nice, offered little comfort. Her knees nearly buckled. Somehow, she held herself upright, but she couldn’t control the pulse – pounding between her ears. Warm air breathing on her neck, large hands covering her breasts; she had trouble separating reality from memories.

He turned her to face him. His hands fastened gently around her neck. Slowly, he pulled her mouth toward him and touched his lips to hers.

“Ah, Missy.” He slid his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers. His hand slipped around her waist and drew her closer to him. His other hand moved to her hair, caressing it with the sure, soft strokes she knew well. Calloused, strong yet gentle, she’d favored that hand at the cabin and many nights on the trail.

Warmth stole down her back. Confidant Lucas held her and not Harley, she kissed him back, savoring the taste of coffee and tobacco on his lips; her fingertips tingling as she traced the vein along his arm.

“I want you, Missy. I’ve got to have you.” His raspy voice filled her ear, and her blood ran cold.

I want you, Lady Luck. I will have you.

Lady Luck is available for purchase here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0063WCXO0

 

Julie’s Bio:

Julie was born and raised in upstate New York. She married her high school sweetheart and accompanied him on his twenty-year career with the United States Air Force. Presently, she resides in the Pikes Peak region, where she’s a stay-at-home mom enjoying a career writing western historical romance.

Throughout her school years, Julie enjoyed reading and writing. A friend introduced her to the romance genre in the late 80’s and she was instantly hooked, crediting Judith McNaught and Johanna Lindsey as her inspirations to pen her own novels. As she puts it, Ms. McNaught’s voice is flawless and Ms. Lindsey’s Malory family is endearing and addictive. Combining her fondness for horses, John Wayne and the television series, Dallas, Julie settled into writing about cowboys, outlaws and the ‘old west’ early in her career.

Julie self-publishes her work at Amazon.com. She also designs her covers. When she’s away from her computer, she enjoys taking care of her family and home, exploring the Rocky Mountains and meeting fans of the romance genre.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Bree M. Lewandowski

underwinter3aDo you have a sexy teaser you’d like to share with us?

“Of course!”~ Bree M. Lewandowski

The warm hum from his voice stopped. Martina looked up. Those eyes made of granite drank in the deep blue of her own, as if parched. His hands moved off the doorframe and fell on her shoulders. At his touch, a tremble overtook her body. The steel eyes smoldered. Slowly, carefully, giving her all the time in the world to stop him, Maraav slid the coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

Saturday Sexcerpt – Chirp by Ann Everett

“Here’s an unedited sneak peek from my soon-to-be-released new adult romance, Chirp.”~Ann Everett

He chuckled. “This might be a good time for me to watch you get yourself off. I’ll even talk dirty while you do it.”

“Not happening.”

He laughed harder. “Okay, but I’m going on record right now—that’s what I want for my next birthday.”

“Stop laughing. Do husbands and wives really do that? Watch each other?”

“Baby, anything a couple agrees to do together is okay. It isn’t perverted.”

“So, if I wanted you to tie me up and spank me—you would?”

“I said if both parties agreed. You want to make love in strange locations? I’m your guy. Try different positions? Hell, yeah. But I don’t swing, swap, or do fifty shades of anything. You submit to me because I get you so hot you can’t help yourself, not because I demand it. I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is say so, and I won’t ever do it again. My job is to keep you satisfied. And believe it or not, that plays a big part in my satisfaction. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Uh—you don’t really want to be tied up and spanked, do you?”

“No. Just checking. But I do have a list of places I want to have sex.”

He bolted upright. “You’re shitting.”

“Nope.”

“Like where?”

“Airplane. Boat. Car. Deck. Elevator.”

Rance held up his hand. “Wait. Let my brain catch up.” He repeated the places in his mind. After the motorcycle sex, he should have seen this coming. Of course she’d have a list, and it would be in alphabetical order. Life with her would never be boring. “Okay, between the two of us, we have those locations. Go on.”

“Float.”

“Like a parade float?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, that’s a problem.”

She smiled. “Garage. On a horse. You think Toby is big enough to hold both of us?”

“I’ll buy a bigger one.”

“That’s just the first eight places. Should I get my list?”

God, the woman drove him nuts. “No, and we’re done talking about this because I’m getting a bitching boner.”

She widened her eyes and gave him the innocent look he recognized as fake. “Oh, then maybe I should watch you get yourself off. I can talk French while you do.”

“You wicked woman. Right now, spanking you sounds tempting.”

Join me next week when Bree Lew joins the Clog Blog. ~Tina

Saturday Sexcerpt – Temporarily Insane by Vicki Batman

“Detective Allan Wellborn is a childhood friend of Hattie Cooks, but somehow, they can’t get together until…”~Vicki Batman

“I’m sorry. I-I…”

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I murmured against his mouth, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re such a man.”

And his arms embraced me with a longing I’d wanted for many months.

His hands slipped under the hem of my athletic top. The shirt flipped over my head, dropping to the floor. His palm covered my breast, molding and manipulating the flesh.

“OhmyGod.” My head crooked to one side while his lips buzzed light kisses to my ear. My hands skated past his waistband and his underwear, grasping his bare firm bottom.

Abruptly, we stopped groping, grabbing, and kissing. We took a long solid look at each other. I wanted him no matter what and read the same

intent firing in his eyes. Seizing his hand, I yanked him into my bedroom and slammed the door shut.

We enveloped each other.

His forehead met mine. “God, Hattie, I can’t stop. I’ve wanted you for so long, ever since I can remember.”

My lips found the soft spot below his ear. I inhaled the light trace of scent which spelled all man. “I know.” My body screamed in delight as his male part nudged my female part. My mouth pulsed. Removing his shorts became my goal.

Join me on Wednesday this week over at the Nice Girls Writing Naughty Blog. And again, next Thursday to meet a new author. ~Tina

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