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10.05.2010 Excerpts, Fit To Be Tied, Liquid Silver Books

Fit To Be Tied Excerpt

You’d think I’d realize by now that readers like to get a taste of the book and the writing before they buy. I’m an avid reader and I never buy a book without reading a little bit of it.
In order to better understand this excerpt, you should know that Max is an entomologist working late at the Natural History Museum. Sadie brought him some fried rice for dinner and is hoping for a little post Chinese food nookie…
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As Max cleaned up his dinner mess, he noticed Sadie watching him, staring at him. Her eyes wandered all over his body, but they kept returning to his groin. His cock pulsed in his pants and he tried to ignore it, but she wouldn’t quit. In a few more moments, he’d have a full on erection.
“Don’t do that,” he finally said in desperation.

Sadie looked up. “Do what?”

“Stare at my crotch.”

“Why? As crotches go, it’s a nice one.” She gave him a slight smile. “And from what I can see, it’s getting even nicer.”

That did it.

“You know what? I’ve had enough,” he said, putting his pencil away and organizing his work. His tolerance had reached critical mass. She’d given off enough signals for him. He still had several bugs to label, and although it bothered him to leave that unfinished, his need for Sadie was more immediate.

Besides, the bugs were dead.

Sadie gathered her purse and keys. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s late and you can finish this on Monday.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He stood up slowly and moved close, into her personal space. She didn’t back away, but looked up when he put a hand on her waist. “I’m tired of the flirting games.” Catching her gaze, he said, “If you have any objections to my kissing you, you’d better get them out now.”

Sadie’s arms crept up around his neck and she murmured, “No objections whatsoever.”

“Good.”

Her breath came out in a sigh as their mouths met. Her lips were soft and full and he couldn’t get enough. She tangled her hands in his hair and pressed herself against him as he deepened the kiss. Sexual energy vibrated from her body. He soaked it up like the desert does rain.

Pulling his mouth away, he tugged her elastic top down. “God, Max, yes,” she gasped, holding onto his shoulders. The sound of his name on her lips sent a wave of lust through him.

Her breasts came free and he wasted no time in capturing one with his mouth. The nipple was cool and sweet between his lips. As he sucked it, splaying his hand across her back to hold her still, she arched up and the peak hardened. He switched to the other breast which seemed to swell in his hand and teased it with his tongue.

The clatter of his pencil cup overturning brought him to his senses. He was at work, for shit’s sake. Yes, it was after hours, but Al could wander in at any minute. Surely Max had enough self-control to hold back until they got back to his house.

Reluctantly, he eased away from her. “We can’t do this here,” he said, pulling her top back up.

Sadie lifted her gaze to his and smiled, catlike. Her eyes were luminous, even in the unflattering fluorescent light. Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuckling his belt.

“Ah…Sadie, didn’t you hear me? We could get caught in flagrante delicto,” he said. “Again.”

Seemingly unperturbed, she shrugged, slipped her hand between them and rubbed his erection. Max gritted his teeth at how incredibly good that felt.

“But I think it’s kind of exciting, don’t you?”

“No.” He took a very difficult step back.

She sauntered over to his recently vacated chair and sat down. One corner of her mouth tilted as she said, “But we’re destined to do this.”

“We are?”

“Of course we are.” She rolled the chair over to him and then worked the hydraulic lever until her face was level with his groin. “That’s why we hooked up again. It’s Fate, and Fate is City Hall on a cosmic scale. It just doesn’t pay to fight it.”

He gave a strangled gasp as she opened his pants.

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10.28.2009 Excerpts, Eye Candy, Giveaway, Leap of Faith, Promotions

Leap of Faith Celebration – Day 3

Turns out that no one would be brave enough to try cuy. Maybe I shouldn’t have answered myself. Maybe I turned people off to the idea of roasted guinea pig…

Since no one wanted to do my Mad Lib, I decided to have a go at it. You were supposed to think up

  • a period of time
  • a name
  • a verb
  • four nouns
  • an adjective

And here is the Leap of Faith blurb with the Mad Lib words inserted:

A split second ago, Vladimir blew up the Incan flip flops and has since been condemned to a life of pancakes and dirt. Only through tongue will he find forgiveness. But is it his tongue that is required, or that of the young woman who stumbles into his busty world?

Well, that was pretty funny, if I do say so myself! Feel free to provide a list of zany words, and I’ll insert them tomorrow.

Today I’m posting a short excerpt from Leap of Faith. I hope you enjoy it. I even hope you buy it!

Sometimes what seemed enchanting at night lost its glamour by light of day, especially when it came to men, but even in the bright sun Amaru was one spectacular example of masculinity. The man was all muscle, not a scrap of fat on him, and although his face wasn’t handsome in the classic sense, the rugged, primitive strength Kira saw there was just as appealing as any of the pretty boy looks she might find on the pages of a men’s magazine.

He thrust his head under the stream, washed his unshaven face, then combed his hands through his hair. The water ran in rivulets down his neck to be soaked up by his tunic. Until today, she’d never considered necks to be particularly sexy, but if her lips had had free will they would have been on his neck like magnets on a fridge.

Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes back up to his face, but judging from his smile, he knew she’d been ogling him and he didn’t mind one bit. In fact, still grinning, he said, “It is already hot today and I am somewhat sweaty from working the garden.”

And sweat never looked better.

Then, to her shock and delight, he stripped off his tunic to reveal his magnificent body clothed in nothing but an honest-to-goodness loincloth. Having never seen a loincloth in person before, she realized now how little they actually covered.

Her lips suddenly had a different destination in mind.

Question for today: Would you prefer your hero garbed in a loincloth, chaps, a tux, or a kilt? Answer in the comment section and you may win a free book at the end of the week.

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05.10.2009 Ellora's Cave, Excerpts, Jin-Hakku, Menage, Romance Divas, Shinwa

Excerpt “Monday”: Secrets of the Jin Hakku

A bunch of romance writers I know participate in Excerpt Monday once a month. The deal is we all post a little snippet of something we’ve written and read everyone else’s. Last month it was a lot of fun, so here’s Round Two! (Note: Because of technical difficulties, I have to publish this on Sunday.)

This 500 word snippet is from Secrets of the Jin Hakku, just released in print (the Torrid Topaz anthology) from Ellora’s Cave. It’s also available on it’s own.

Warning: The following contains a whip, M/F/M, and anal mischief.
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“Look alert now, girl,” Kai said. “I have a potential buyer coming in a few moments.”

Again, Hana started slightly in surprise at this turn of events but recovered quickly. The slave market game was another of their favorites. Joran wondered which persona she would take on tonight.

“I told you before,” she said, lifting her chin imperiously. “I’m not for sale. You are making a grave mistake.”

Joran smiled as he handed Kai the quirt. He might have known she’d choose the furious princess after having just played the wholly subservient prostitute.

“My father will have you flayed alive when he discovers what has happened.”

“You have no idea how many others have claimed the very same thing,” Kai said. “It’s never true. Now listen carefully. This buyer has paid for a privileged assessment. Do you know what that means?”

Hana spat forcefully in Kai’s general direction. Chuckling silently, Kai leapt out of the way and exchanged a look of amusement with Joran before clucking his tongue and giving her rump a sharp taste of the lash.

“Ow!”

“Behave or you’ll get worse than that. Now hold still while I put this in you. He might want to explore your back passage.”

Hana hissed as Kai inserted the oiled konsu, giving it a slight tug to make sure it was set in place.

“There we go. Just in time,” Kai said. “Here he comes.”

That was Joran’s cue. Assuming an arrogant expression, he took her chin in his hands. Hana flinched, her nostrils flaring, but she said nothing. The reddened mark on her rear explained why.

“She’s a beauty, is she not?” Kai said. “Feast your eyes on this unusual adornment, how the dragons are poised to devour her.”

Joran grunted noncommittally. Grasping her throat with one hand, he took hold of her breast with the other. He squeezed it, hefted it in his palm. Hana turned her face aside, but submitted. Her nipples were hard. He flicked one of them with his index finger.

“Those luscious melons are as responsive as any you’ve tried before. I’ve had a turn at them myself.” Kai poked her with the handle of the quirt. “Arch your back, girl. Let him get his mouth on you.”

With a falsely apathetic sigh, Joran lowered his head and took a sweet, sweet peak into his mouth. Hana made a muffled sound as he sucked. Again and again he swirled his tongue around, teasing with nips of his teeth, pulling with his lips. When he finally let go with a smacking sound, her nipple was swollen and red and she was panting but trying not to show it.

“What did I tell you, my lord? If you think that was something, wait until you fuck that tight, juicy kachi.” Kai applied the whip lightly to her thigh. “Spread your legs now and be quick about it. His lordship doesn’t have all day.”

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And here are some other folks who, like me, write hot. Click on the links to read some more interesting snippets!

Leah Braemel, Contemporary Erotic Romance (R)
Evie Byrne, Paranormal (R)
Jax Cassidy, Erotic Contemporary (R)
Cate Hart, YA (R)
Inez Kelley, Rom Com (R)
Ainslinn Kerry, Paramornal Romance (R)
Elise Logan, Paranormal/contemporary (R)
Suzanne McLeod, Urban Fantasy (R)
Annie Nicholas, Paranormal Romantic Suspense (R)
Vivienne Westlake, Historical Erotica (R)

Ella Drake, Erotic Paranormal Romance (NC-17)
Kirsten Saell, Erotic Romance/Fantasy (NC-17)

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02.06.2001 Across the Line, Excerpts

Excerpt from Across the Line

Here is an excerpt from Across the Line. Becca lives in Ithaca, N.Y. Calder lives in San Diego, California. They are going to the wedding of one of his teammates in a week or so.

Ding ding.
Calder got a text message from Becca around ten, just as he was brushing his teeth. It was pretty late in New York, so he was curious. The text came with a picture. He hoped it was a naked picture, but didn’t think he’d be that lucky.
It turned out to be a snapshot of a red-faced, blurry-eyed Becca in a bar with Savannah and a couple of women he didn’t recognize. They all had half-empty martini glasses in their hands.
Wish you could have been here, hunkman.
His toothbrush sticking out of his mouth like a cigar, he laughed and texted back, Are you drunk?
In the picture? Yes. But that was an hour ago.
What about now?
Pretty much.
Worry furrowed his brow as he pictured her crappy little compact car crumpled against a telephone pole. Call me when you get home so I know you’re safe.
Home already, she replied.
He was typing in a reply when another text from her arrived. And I went shopping today. I got pretty stuff.
Pretty stuff. Whoopee. What did that mean? Shoes, probably. Or nail polish.
Something for the wedding.
He put his phone down, rinsed and spit. Ding ding.
A dress and…unmentionables!!!!
Holy fuck. That got his attention.
Are you impressed that I can spell that in my condition?
He ignored the question and was in the middle of typing “Picture or it didn’t happen” when she texted, I’ll send you a picture. Hold on.
What followed was the longest minute of his life.
His dick got hard during that minute. He paced in his bathroom, eager and anxious. He hoped it was taking a long time because she was putting said unmentionables on. The tension was as high as when he was taking a face-off.
Ding ding.
His phone had gone dim. He cursed as he woke it up.
You know, never mind. I think I’d rather surprise you.
“FUCKITY FUCK, FUCKED-UP FUCKERY.” He inhaled hard through his nose and fought for calm.
Please? He wasn’t above begging. Doesn’t have to be a full-body shot. Just the bra. On you, of course. Please please please.
A long pause.
He counted to five, breathing deeply like a Buddhist priest trying to meditate.
No picture.
Nothing.
The screen timed out again.
FUCKITY FUCK—
No. I really want to surprise you at the wedding.
He wanted to cry. Is there nothing that I can bribe you with? Money? Jewelry? A car?
No. You’ll just have to wait!!! Hahahahahahaaaaaa!!!! But it’s all red.
Fuck. Becca in red lingerie.
G’night.
Even in an extreme state of arousal and an even more extreme state of frustration, he chuckled. He was going to get back at her, somehow, some way. Just because she was tipsy during this texted mind fuck didn’t mean she was off the hook. What goes around comes around, baby. When pranked by a teammate, Calder always reciprocated. It was a matter of pride. One-upmanship was not a game he usually lost, not even with girlfriends.
He’d spend some time devising a suitably devilish plan, maybe involving handcuffs, but he had to get rid of his pesky hard-on first.

Photo credit: Chris Corwin and Wonderlane via Wikimedia


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