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Sunday, September 8, 2013

In Bed With Mr. Perfect Excerpt R rated


Heat from Ann’s hot body radiated into him. His cock jerked against his jeans as her hips pressed against his. Joe’s hands itched to touch her burning flesh.
She leaned back and cupped her hands on his cheeks. “We’ll see about that.” 
Before he had time to process her words, Ann’s lips moved over his, frying Joe’s brain cells.
Ann’s spicy flavor filled his senses. Blood pounded through his body, fueling his hunger for her. He let her spin him as the picture frame next to them fell to the floor. “God, Ann,” he panted.
“Touch me. Now,” she demanded, tugging at his jeans.
He grabbed her ass. Silk over supple flesh filled his hands as her hot body melted into his, his insides shaking with passion. Blood raged through his body in white-hot pulses. He knew it would be great between them, but he never figured he would lose it before they even started.
Tearing his lips from hers, he sucked in oxygen. “Fuck, Ann, you feel good.”
Her fingers fumbled at his fly. “Joe.”
“Bed. We need a bed.” He pushed Ann to her bedroom. His elbow slammed into the doorjamb. Pain radiated up his arm and blended with his raging needs. The heady combination exploded in his gut. “Fuck me.”
She staggered to the bed, sat and pushed the mound of pillows onto the floor.
All but falling on her, Joe ripped the flimsy fabric down her arms as he pushed her to the bed. The sound of stitching giving way filled the air. He tugged her bra straps over her shoulders. The desperate sounds of her moans clawed at his balls as her full tits spilled from their cups. Ann’s pink nipples puckered, begging him to taste them.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as he looked down at her. She was everything he could have imagined and more. “I have never seen anything so sexy in my life,” he said.
Her chest heaved and her breasts swayed, seducing him even more. His cock strained against his zipper, begging to be free. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. Her fingers worked his fly over his throbbing shaft.
A victorious scream clogged his throat. He swallowed and gazed down into her shimmering blue eyes. Feelings he hadn’t let surface broke free from their restraints and poured through him, lifting him to a level of elation he hadn’t known existed.
Biting into her full bottom lip, Ann slid her hand around his dick. Ecstasy stabbed into him. He moaned, tugged down his pants and gazed down at woman of his dreams.
“Ann.” He shuddered and bit the inside of his cheek.
Ann’s sweet lips spread into a seductive smile. “Mmm.” She leaned in, her tongue darting out to flick lightly over his engorged cock head.
Wet heat washed over his dick, almost bringing him to madness. His knees buckled. He wrapped his hands in her cascade of hair and willed himself not to come.
She took him deep into her mouth. Her throat muscles milked the sensitive head of his cock. Joe’s world tipped on its axis. Short bursts of breath pushed past his lips. Nothing in his life could have prepared him for this moment. He’d spent years training and controlling his body and with one swipe of her tongue, she brought him to his knees. Resisting the urge to thrust himself down her throat, Joe squeezed his eyes shut. That made all the sensation more intense. This was what he’d been wanting for almost a decade. All the sleepless nights had been well worth it.
Pleasure crashed over him, hard and demanding. Her talented mouth danced over his cock in a ballet of pure ecstasy. Pleasure filled his soul, nearly ripping him open.
The burn deep inside him flared. Joe gripped her head and pulled out. “I’m going to come.”
Ann’s nails dug into his hips, stopping his retreat. “I want to taste you.” She slid her hot mouth down his shaft.
“Shit.” He was powerless when it came to her. “You feel so good.” Lights flashed behind his eyes. Rapture flooded over him in hungry waves. Spiking down his spine and erupting in his gut. Joe couldn’t hold back any longer. 
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In Bed With Mr. Perfect Excerpt G rated

Excerpt:
Chapter One

“What the hell was I thinking?” Ann Griffin said as she tugged at the Lycra shapewear cutting off her circulation. She smoothed the black wrap dress over her hips and collapsed into a kitchen chair. “Remind me never to accept a date from a guy who’s just broken up with his girlfriend ever again.”
Leaning down, Joe Mathews pressed a kiss onto Ann’s cheek. “You should have stayed home with me.”
The soft brush of his lips heated Ann’s blood to boiling. Air jammed into her lungs. Every inch of her body burned with fresh yearning and mixed with desires she’d spent the evening trying to suppress.
Ever since he sat next to her in Business 101 over a decade ago her hormones had been doing the tango. Up until now, she’d been able to stamp down her lust for her best friend. But lately her need for him blazed inside her like an inferno needing something to consume. If she wasn’t careful, it would consume her.
She forced out the breath stuck in her chest. “Why didn’t you go out tonight?”
“The Patriots were playing the Jets.” Joe moved to the butcher-block countertop and opened a pink pastry box. “I take it your date didn’t go so well?”
He sliced a huge piece of double chocolate cheesecake and set it in front of her.
“It was awful.” She pushed the yummy temptation across the table.
“That’s what you get when you go out with a guy based solely on his looks.”
“I didn’t go out with Scott for his looks.” The sad fact was she needed space from Joe so she didn’t jump him in the hallway between their bedrooms.
“Yeah, right,” he said.
She leaned on her elbows and sighed. “He seemed nice when we talked at the gym,” Ann said, referring to the business the two co-owned.
To her way of thinking, if she had to suffer though the misery of dating someone who wasn’t Joe she might as well have something nice to look at.
“I’m sure he was.”
“Okay,” she admitted. “It didn’t hurt he was shirtless when we were talking. Maybe I don’t have the best judgment when I’m at your place of business.” She laid her head on the table. “I should just wait until after closing to do the accounting paperwork.”
“Mr. Perfect’s is your business too.” Joe’s strong hands clasped her shoulders and started to massage. “Besides I need all the help I can get.”
“I’m just a silent partner.”
“There’s nothing silent about our partnership.” His finger worked the knot at the base of her skull. ”God, you’re tight.”
A moan slipped passed Ann’s lips. The needy pull in her core deepened with every cresses of his finger. Her pussy filled with moist heat. She should let her hormones have their way. Perhaps then she wouldn’t be soaking through her shapewear on a daily basis.
Ignoring the throbbing pleasure between her legs, she lifted her head. “The gym has the revenue to hire someone to help you out, you know.”
“Why? It’s fine the way it is.”
The butterflies dive-bombing her stomach every time she was around Joe told her everything wasn’t fine. “For you maybe.”
“What?”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“Are you saying our arrangement isn’t working for you anymore?” Joe squeezed the back of her neck and tilted her head up. “I’ll find someone if you want.”
The concern filling his beautiful sea-green eyes tore at her soul. It wasn’t the gym’s fault she couldn’t keep her hormones under control anymore. “I love helping you build your dream.”
“Then what is it?”
Hoping he couldn’t see what his nearness did to her, Ann forced herself to smile. “If I wasn’t bombarded with testosterone-enhanced bodybuilders all the time, Jerry from the office might look better.”
“The testosterone levels in the gym are all your fault.” He pressed his sexy lips to her forehead.
“Oh please.”
Straightening, Joe lifted his broad shoulders. “It’s true. When you rush into the gym, all flushed in your smart business suits and sensible heels, the testosterone levels spike.”
Lust clawing at her core, Ann swallowed the need to ask if his testosterone spiked when he saw her. She shifted in her seat, hoping to dull the burning need coursing through her.
Joe moved back to the counter, cut another piece of cheesecake and set it in front of her. “You could use this.”
“I can’t.” Ann pushed the plate away.
“Why? It’s your favorite.” Joe sat. “Did you have a big dinner?”
“No, Scott took me to that new raw food place.” Sighing, she rubbed at a wrinkle creasing the vintage lace tablecloth covering the old drop-leaf table.
“Pussy. A real man would’ve taken you out for a steak.”
Talking about her bad date steadied her overactive hormones. “I would have settled for a salad on a plate bigger than a teacup saucer.”
The dimple on his right cheek winked at her. “So, dinner was a bust.” He wiggled his sexy eyebrows. “What about conversation with Scott’s shirt on?”
“If you don’t mind hearing about how wonderful his ex was and how if I lost thirty pounds I would be as hot as she was, it was fine.”
Frowning, he grabbed a plate of cheesecake and jabbed his fork into it. “You’re fine just the way you are.”
“Scott didn’t seem to think so.” Ann rubbed a hand over her belly. “For two hours I had to listen to how much better-looking I would be if I stayed away from carbs and worked out more.”
The fork Joe held in his large hand clattered against the Fiestaware plate. “When he comes into the gym on Monday, I’m going to kick his ass.”
For the first time since she got home, Ann relaxed. “Don’t do that. We need his business.”
“Fuck his business.” Joe tapped her plate. “Eat up. Cheesecake has protein and calcium.”
“Make sure you tell my hips that in the morning.”
“It can’t be all bad.” Lifting his arms, Joe stood. “I eat a piece every day and look at me.”
Her gaze roamed over all six-foot-two inches of his finely honed frame. She poked her finger into the whipped cream topping of the cheesecake as her stomach clenched—it did every time she set eyes on him and his mega-muscles. “Aren’t you cold without a shirt?”
“Not with you around.” Handing Ann a fork, Joe folded himself into the chair across from her and dug into his cake.  

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Welcome! I have a giveaway!


Hi Everyone!
Thank you all for taking the time to come to the release party for In Bed with Mr. Perfect published with Ellora’s Cave. To celebrate I’m giving away $25.00 gift card to either Barnes and Noble or Amazon. Stop by my website www.heidilynnanderson.com and leave me your email address and you store preference. I’ll put your name in a hat. I’ll do the drawing tonight 11:59 pm. I really hope you will pick up In Bed with Mr. Perfect by Heidi Lynn Anderson 

Blurb:
Curvy Ann Griffin has a secret—she’s in love with her longtime best friend and business partner Joe Mathews. After suffering through a date from hell—which definitely wasn’t worth putting on her strangling shapewear for—Ann heads home. How was she supposed to know the night would end with her throwing herself into his arms and allowing him to fulfill her every fantasy?
What’s a guy to do when the woman he loves kisses him senseless? Go with it, that’s what. For more than a decade, Joe has fought back his needs for the voluptuous beauty. In his mind, the only thing missing in their relationship was the ability to explore every inch of her luscious body.
Although sleeping with Ann could destroy everything they have, Joe won’t allow that to happen. He knows they’re made for each other. Now he only needs to convince her.

http://www.ellorascave.com/in-bed-with-mr-wonderful.html

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Let's get to know each other shall we.


I would like to get to know you all better.Share five fun facts about yourself. Please play along with me. My answers are posted below.


I like dipping potato chips in chocolate.
I signed up for this intensive workout program just so I could look at the really hot trainer who runs it. The muscle spasms, leg cramps and screams of agony every time I lift my arms are so worth it.
I wear flannel Pjs in 90 degree weather and complain about how hot I am.
I’ve cooked my way through The Art of French Cooking twice.
I have a 102 pairs of high heels.


Find out the what fun facts Ann and Joe share.



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Sunday, April 1, 2012

SINFULLY WICKED - Excerpt Two - ADULT


Excerpt:

She was actually going to do this.
Mitch couldn’t believe it. Transfixed, he watched Nikki release the top button on her blouse. The rich blue silk folded back, creating a deeper V that dipped toward her cleavage.
She inhaled slowly. To calm herself? To gather strength? Mitch hadn’t a clue. With the next button freed, the fabric fluttered away from her body, creating shimmering waves of color that rippled over the swell of her lush breasts and taut nipples.
He swallowed, his mind going places it shouldn’t—the faint saltiness of those rigid peaks on his tongue, his mouth drawing them deeper inside, suckling hard while his hands roamed her naked ass and between her thighs, his fingers reaching her damp slit, slippery with arousal, hot and ready for him.
Yeah, I want to do this, she’d said.
With more resolve than Mitch would’ve guessed he owned, he wrapped his hand around Nikki’s wrist, stopping her.  
She regarded him questioningly, her vulnerable expression tearing away all of his barriers, her satiny skin and magnolia scent making his cock stand at attention. If his balls got any tighter, he’d be in serious pain. Physical as well as mental. He should have brought his hand back, but couldn’t, driven to touch her, convincing himself she was real. That she’d actually returned.
She appeared far younger than twenty-nine, more like the girl he’d fallen in love with so effortlessly, so foolishly. Back then, Mitch had told Nikki about his dream to run a business—maybe a pizza parlor if he was very lucky—so he, Connor and their grandmother would finally have enough to eat. He’d confessed his worry that he might not be good enough to succeed, revealing nearly all of his fears, stuff he hadn’t even shared with Connor. He’d given his ego to her for safekeeping and look where that had led. Much of him still regretted how easily he’d trusted, while a part had never quite given up on her. Nikki had done a good enough job of that.
Her most recent news photos had shown a woman shamed and frightened by the events swirling around her, no longer the feisty girl he recalled who loved to roughhouse and tease. A few minutes ago, when she’d stood her ground with him and Connor, a bit of her sass had returned.
Mitch liked that and how well she’d filled out. Even clothed, her body was ripe, her narrow waist accentuating her full breasts and the womanly flare of her hips. Her dark auburn hair hung well below her shoulders, the wavy tresses artfully mussed as they would be after a satisfying fuck, the color complementing her blue-grey eyes and ivory complexion. Delicate and pale…almost too pale.
What happened to the sprinkling of freckles across her nose? Did she have them removed? Damn. For that and a whole lot of other shit, she deserved a spanking, her body bared, bent over his thigh, ass lifted in penitence, obediently accepting her punishment.
A bead of sweat ran down Mitch’s spine. His clothes had never seemed more restrictive. Maybe he should strip too or behave like a professional, rather than the horny, hopeful teen he used to be. No matter what Connor had claimed, this was nuts.
“No,” he said, his thumb stroking the side of her hand, his frown on his brother.
Connor didn’t notice. Given his ruddy complexion, he’d forgotten to breathe during these last seconds, as wanting of her as Mitch. Not that Connor would ever admit to it or give an inch. He’d never been able to reconcile what she’d done to them. Although Mitch appreciated his brother’s caution, that didn’t mean either of them were going to lord it over her or get revenge.
“Take the check,” Mitch ordered.
She pulled her hand from his. He had to stop himself from taking it back and hauling her into his arms, kissing her into submission.
“I didn’t come here for charity,” she said.
“I’m not offering you any.” He kept picturing them on his desk or sofa, writhing in delight. There was definitely no charity in that, just pure, hard lust. “We’ll call it a loan.”
Nikki squared her shoulders.
Not a good move given his current state. Her posture further displayed her breasts. Didn’t she realize that?
“I can’t pay it back without a job,” she said. “I want this one. I need it. I’ll be the best damn server or performer you’ve ever had at Wicked.”
“No.” He planted his hands on his hips. “I don’t want you working there.”
Her lower lip jutted out. She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “You don’t think I’m pretty enough?”
Okay, now she was playing with him. He liked it, but wasn’t about to let on. “I didn’t say that.”
Naked pleasure raced across her lovely features. “You don’t think I’m built enough?”
“We’ll know in a few minutes,” Connor muttered.
To him, she offered a tentative smile, the type one gives a potential boss. “That you will, and I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
More color stained Connor’s face and throat.
“Neither will you,” she said to Mitch, her smile growing more provocative by the second.
She really needed a good spanking. Mitch had to settle on stopping her again as she reached for her buttons.


Tina

Tina Donahue
“Heat with Heart”

SINFULLY WICKED (menage - Available NOW)
SiNN (5 Stars - Mary's Naughty Whispers)
UNENDING DESIRE (BEST BOOK Rating - LASR Erotic)
SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010)
DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)


SINFULLY WICKED - excerpt - ADULT


Excerpt:

She smelled of magnolia and musk, the mingling of helpless female and seductive predator. A curious combination, but who said she couldn’t be both?
Hell, she was a freaking mess. Her palms were clammy with anxiety, her nipples tight with expectation. The kind a woman experiences when she’s about to be spanked, then hopefully laid…long and hard.
Yeah, right.
She paced the spacious office like something wild and caged. Her high heels clicked on the shiny hardwood floor, keeping time with her pounding pulse. No matter how much she needed it—and by God, she did—soul-stirring sex, followed by aching tenderness, wasn’t going to be on the menu this afternoon. Going to the men she’d betrayed years ago, brothers she’d truly loved, didn’t count as the smartest thing to do, but Nikki Blaine needed their help.
At the burgundy leather sofa, she stopped, clutching the arm for support, the secretary’s words ringing in her mind that Mr. Wade would be with her in a few minutes.
Nikki hadn’t bothered to ask which Mr. Wade the young woman had been talking about. She would have bet a year of her life that this room belonged to Mitch. Scented with leather and something woodsy, it was darkly masculine with rich mahogany walls, copper accent lamps topped by bronze-colored shades and classic cherry furniture. Solid and imposing.
Her attention drifted to the desk. That baby was nearly as long as a bed and wide enough for two people, maybe even three.
Don’t go there. She had no right. It wasn’t as though she could waltz in here after nearly fifteen years and expect Mitch to give her a hug or a welcome home fuck…if he showed up at all.
Where is he? Nearly a half hour had passed since his secretary had led Nikki inside. After Mitch’s initial shock had worn off, had he decided against seeing her? Did he figure she’d behave as cruelly as when they’d been in high school?
Sucking her lower lip, Nikki circled the sofa, pausing at the photos of him and Connor from well-respected business magazines. She was intimately familiar with these images, having seen them when she lived in New York prior to her ex-husband’s arrest. Through the years, she’d followed Mitch and Connor’s many successes, wanting only the best for them.
Smiling softly, Nikki reached for the first photo taken outside Wicked, their wildly popular gentlemen’s club. The reason she was here today.
Please say yes. Please show up. If neither of them did, Nikki wasn’t certain what she’d do. On a heavy sigh, she halted, her hand stalling before she could touch either of the brother’s likenesses. At the edge of the glass, she caught Mitch’s reflection.
He stood in the doorway to his office, bathed in the gauzy light pouring in from the arched window. Beyond it, Atlanta moved at a far more sluggish pace than Manhattan ever had, with today’s oppressive humidity forcing everything to an exaggerated Southern crawl. Feeling as though she were moving in slo-mo, Nikki turned.  
Her heart stopped for a moment, then sped up as she regarded him quickly, afraid she wouldn’t have the chance to get her fill. At six-three, he made the sprawling room seem small, his body a man’s, lean yet muscular, no longer the lanky teen. Ruggedly handsome, he wore his thirty years well. There were laugh lines at the corners of his beautiful hazel eyes. They looked golden behind his sooty lashes, complementing his olive complexion. Combed away from his forehead, his chestnut colored hair was longish in the back and on the sides.
Nikki reined in her urge to run her fingers through his thick, wavy locks, to touch and smell him, her face buried in the hollow of his neck, her body pressed to his, lost in his heat and strength. Protected at last. Home.
A preposterous notion that made it difficult for her to move, impossible to speak, but still she hoped.
His expression wasn’t guarded or indifferent as she’d feared. Wonder flooded his features, no different from when they’d been in her parents’ garage after their first kiss. She was fifteen then. He’d been a year older and seemed so worldly. Life hadn’t been easy for him or Connor. She’d fallen in love with both brothers, but it was Mitch who’d made the initial move.
They’d been horsing around that afternoon, mercilessly teasing each other. Mitch finally settled the score by tickling her into submission. Before Nikki could catch her breath or slug him, his lips brushed hers. Their velvety warmth surprised. His bristly cheeks thrilled. She’d wanted him to hold her in his arms forever. Later that same week, Connor kissed her. Nikki never wanted to leave his side.
There was no guilt in what she felt. Both brothers accepted the other’s claim on her just as she had, treating it as needed and natural. For the most part, their relationship remained innocent. They were her dearest friends, like none she’d ever known.
Their bliss lasted three months, ending when school started that fall.
Pained at the loss, wanting back what she couldn’t have and sure as hell didn’t deserve, Nikki stepped closer.
Mitch’s crisp white shirt rippled with his quiet breathing. He’d opened the collar, wore no tie and had folded the sleeves to mid forearm. Dark hairs dusted his skin, sending a thrum of pleasure through her. He had the look of an executive in crisis mode, prepared to get his hands dirty to make things right.
Nikki wanted his hands on her, exploring her breasts, nipples and especially her cunt. It ached dully, congested with more than a decade of desire. How long had it been since a man craved her to the exclusion of everything else? Since Mitch and Connor, she couldn’t recall. Even in the early years of her marriage, when she’d convinced herself she was in love, her ex had worshipped wealth, image, power, not her. She stared at Mitch’s fingers, wonderfully long, the tips blunt, recalling his eager, yet loving touch. It took all of Nikki’s will not to glance at his fly and see if this moment excited him as much as it did her.
When he didn’t move or speak, she risked another small step, her heels tapping on the floor, the distance still yawning between them, no different from the past. “Hi…thanks for agreeing to see me.”
Longing flared briefly in his eyes, making the years fall away. And then he smiled.
His reaction should have comforted Nikki, but it didn’t. He wore the same expression a man gives to a stranger he doesn’t care about, his emotions buried beneath polite disinterest.
Okay, she’d earned that and so much more for what she’d done to him and Connor. Shame made her want to apologize. Yearning made her ask, “How are you, Mitch?”
His fingers curled into loose fists. He shoved them into the front pockets of his beautifully tailored navy pants. “What brings you here, Nikki?”
Despite his blunt question, warmth continued to roll through her. His baritone was deeper than she remembered, deliciously rough and male, bearing a hint of his Midwestern accent, the same as Connor’s and hers. They’d all been transplants to Georgia as kids, making them as foreign to the locals as tofu at a Texas barbecue.
She wanted to smile at the memory. She wanted to ask him how much he knew about her problems these past months. Surely he’d seen the newspaper articles or caught some of the awful reports on the internet and TV. Even 60 Minutes had done a piece on what had happened with Bob Simon looking grimmer than usual. So in answer to his question, that was what had brought her here. And as soon as Nikki had the courage to bring it up, she would. “How’s Connor?”
Mitch inclined his head to the area behind her.
He was already in here? Watching? Listening?
Nikki reacted with a full body blush at Connor being in the other doorway, his approach muffled by the Persian area rug. His amazement at seeing her wasn’t nearly as nice as Mitch’s initial wonder, but it was no surprise. Outside of their height and powerful builds, they were nothing alike in personality or looks.
As Mitch’s fraternal twin, Connor was younger by thirty minutes, his complexion lighter, his features more classically beautiful, his eyes so dark they looked black. He wore his sable hair shaggy, like a rocker. Completing his bad-boy image was his close-cropped beard, a diamond stud in his lobe, black tee and jeans.


Tina

Tina Donahue
“Heat with Heart”

SINFULLY WICKED (menage - Available NOW)
SiNN (5 Stars - Mary's Naughty Whispers)
UNENDING DESIRE (BEST BOOK Rating - LASR Erotic)
SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010)
DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)


Introducing my newest release - SINFULLY WICKED - ADULT

I'm thrilled to announce the release of Sinfully Wicked, my latest contemporary menage from Ellora's Cave.



Here the blurb to give you a hint of the story.  Enjoy!  :)


Two brothers—one woman—unforgettable passion…

Years before, Nikki fell in love with Mitch and Connor, only to ultimately betray them both. Now she’s back and in need of their help.

Powerful and commanding, Mitch has never stopped craving Nikki. Connor hungers for her just as badly, but isn’t ready to forgive. If she needs some fast cash by working at their gentlemen’s club, she’ll have to audition—by stripping for them.

Aroused by their shameless scrutiny, Nikki’s willing to do whatever it takes to be near them again…even if that means being punished in the BDSM room or starring in one of Connor’s erotic films. Mitch won’t have it, however, unless he and Connor are the ones enjoying her body.
On a sultry weekend, Nikki surrenders to their lust, reawakening a timeless bond and the beginnings of forgiveness.

More info: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9983-sinfully-wicked.aspx

Tina

Tina Donahue
“Heat with Heart”

SINFULLY WICKED (menage - Available NOW)
SiNN (5 Stars - Mary's Naughty Whispers)
UNENDING DESIRE (BEST BOOK Rating - LASR Erotic)
SENSUAL STRANGER (BOOK OF THE YEAR 2010)
DEEP, DARK, DELICIOUS (HOLT MEDALLION AWARD OF MERIT)


Monday, June 6, 2011

Sexual Heat with Heart

That's the way I like to write my erotic romances. Lots of steamy intimate scenes and luscious emotional tension leading up to them. To me, the build up makes 'the moment' that much better. As a reader, I want to be on the edge of my seat, murmurring, "Come on, dammit, come on - kiss her!"

As a writer, I do all that I can to bring the characters together emotionally before they do the deed.

I've been true to that structure in all of my romances, and I've done it again with my latest erotic romance Take Me Away, the story of Lexi, a lonely and misunderstood actress, and Kyle, a former NFL quarterback.

Here's a blurb and a brief excerpt to show you what I mean.


         Blurb:

She’s everything he escaped…and all that he desires

Three years ago, Kyle turned his back on a pro-football career and being the target of tabloids or gold-digging groupies. Craving privacy, he gets it at his roadhouse in Northern California until Lexi Sands invades his life. Indulged and surely phony, she’s exactly what Kyle fled.
An actress since childhood, Lexi’s fresh out of an anger management program, court-ordered when she lashed out at a badgering paparazzo. Weary of the press’s harsh scrutiny, she sees Kyle’s secluded cabin as the ideal place to hide out and him as a damn-near perfect alpha male. Deliciously virile. Protective. Principled. She offers him serious cash to let her stay for two weeks, assuring there will be no complications or touching.
Yeah, right. Passion flares, along with tenderness. Kyle recognizes how lonely Lexi really is, while she's falling hard. Through intimate days and impassioned nights, they explore their most shameless needs, until a cruel betrayal exposes their growing love, forcing a choice neither anticipated.

Excerpt:


         “I can take my backpack,” Lexi said, advancing, resting her hand on Kyle’s.
         At her featherlight touch, bursts of warmth travelled up Kyle’s arm and down his spine, settling in his groin. His erection got harder, his balls compressed even more, becoming painful. Tightening his fingers on the backpack’s strap, he shook his head. His voice rasped, “I’ll put it in the spare room.”
         Lexi’s fingers stroked the back of his hand, moving from knuckle to knuckle.
         He found it impossible to swallow. His knees wavered.
         She murmured, “Whatever you want.”
        Kyle hadn’t a clue what he wanted, and yet he did. She shouldn’t be here, reminding him of what he’d left, taunting him into thinking it was something it was not, tempting him with her sweet voice, the helplessness in her gaze, her succulent body, her loving touch.
        He lowered the backpack to the floor, then straightened, facing her. “And what do you want, Lexi?”
        She looked at his mouth, then met his eyes. “What you do.”
        He heard no guile in her voice and saw none on her face. Color tinted her cheeks. Anticipation of what might happen—what she was trying to make happen—glittered in her eyes. Kyle’s heart hammered so hard, he had difficulty breathing. He wanted to believe her, but a part of him recalled the game Denise had played and nearly won when he hadn’t even been aware of her strategy.
        Lexi’s was far less involved and painfully obvious. He’d refused to take her cash. He wasn’t impressed with her wealth or fame. In her mind, that left only a roll around his mattress to get him to keep his word about allowing her to stay. And that pissed Kyle off royally.
       “I thought you weren’t interested in sex.” Crowding her with his body, he advanced a step.
       She withdrew the same distance, the action seeming to be instinctive. Her eyes widened slightly, sending her slender brows to beneath her bangs.
       Kyle tried to determine if her reaction was genuine and couldn’t. He advanced again.
       Lexi backed into the wall, her palms against the rough texture, face turning to it.
      Giving her no chance to recover, Kyle planted one hand near her head and leaned close, inhaling deeply of her scent, damn near intoxicated by it and the softness, the heat of her body. Lips brushing her ear, he murmured, “Ever.”
       A soft, wanton sound escaped her throat. With each halting breath, her breasts pressed into his chest. Resting her hands on his torso, she curled her fingers into his tee. It was more than Kyle could endure. Primal desire flared so quickly, he eased back before he did something they’d both regret.


Tina

Tina Donahue
“Heat with Heart”

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