I'd just said goodbye to a friend in hospice and stepped into an empty elevator, ready to cry a few tears. The elevator moved down, stopped, and I got out. Wrong floor. I stepped back in, pushed the button, nothing happened. I got out again, thinking maybe I was in the lobby after all. But no, I was on another floor and in the hallway nearby, a group of three people stood, talking and laughing. How rude of them to be happy, when I was so sad. I jammed the button again but the car wouldn't move.
The noisy folks moseyed over to the elevator, pushing a big cart, smiling at me. So I had to smile back. Sort of. The last thing I felt like doing was joking around with strangers. I must have looked upset because a man in the group with a mustache apologized, and told me he'd been pushing the button to keep the elevator there. No wonder I couldn't get the doors to close. I kept my polite smile in place but really wanted to get outside so I didn't have to be nice to these people. Then, he opened the cooler on the cart and offered me ice cream. This group, apparently, was connected to the human resource department, or something along that line, and they were passing out treats to employees that night. They had leftover ice cream bars and granted, they just wanted to get rid of them, I'm sure, but still. Being offered a treat felt like such a kindness to my sad little heart. When we made it to the lobby, Mustache Guy saw me looking around somewhat confused (I didn't wear my glasses inside. Vanity, vanity). He offered to show me to the front door. More kindness. We chatted politely, shared a laugh, and I headed home, my soul lighter than when I'd left the hospital room. Thank you, strangers in the elevator, for making a sad night a little less painful. Big thanks to Paul Wilkinson at Flickr for the photo http://bit.ly/1PxPiLe
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I've never seen the appeal of zombies, but iZombie has me hooked with humor, horror, and suspense. Olivia Moore has a promising career ahead of her as a doctor, but that's derailed when she's turned into a zombie. She now works at the morgue where she can satisfy her hunger for brains. Sounds like the makings of a cheesy story, but this series is full of great characters and exciting plots.
You can read more of the synopsis at Wikipedia, and I'll tell you what I like best about the show. 1. You've got to love Liv's look of white hair and pale skin. She makes me look swarthy by comparison. It's not overdone and looks totally believable. Some of the zombies do spray-tanning, so you can't always tell who's a creature of the night. 2. The pilot does an excellent job introducing us to the set-up, then dives right in with a fast-paced plot. 3. Liv has great relationships with her family, her ex-fiance, her boss, a cop she works with, and a love interest. She deals with her new anti-life the best she can, and manages to keep her sense of humor and joy. 4. Liv takes on characteristics and experiences the memories of the person when she eats their brains. She's using this talent to help a cop catch bad guys, all the more reason to cheer Liv on. In most episodes, Liv also learns a lesson. I like stories with lessons. 5. There's just the right amount of creepy gore without being disgusting. 6. There's a season two going on. Yes! *fist pump* It will be on Netflix soon. My very late announcement The winner of the Werewolf Love contest was Missy E. Thanks so much to everyone who entered. I really enjoyed reading the last lines to the poem. You guys are incredibly creative and fun! Thank you for tweeting and signing up for my newsletter. I look forward to sharing new releases with you.
Last week, my brain shut down. Too much to do, not enough time. I have goals and deadlines looming and felt the stress. Self-imposed goals and deadlines, but we're supposed to set those, right? I wasn't going to reach them unless I worked like a madwoman and gave up all my free time. I understand, nothing is gained without hard work and I'm not opposed to hard work. But I am opposed to driving myself crazy, disappointing my honey, ignoring my health, losing too much sleep and turning into a stark, raving b*tch.
So this past weekend, I hung up my super woman cape. Enough. I can only do so much. I work, I cook, I shop, I clean (sometimes), I have charity groups to support, a writer's group I'm involved with, a book on tour, and a man who would like to spend time with me. My beloved project will go out two weeks later than planned. Big deal. I love October, love Halloween, love all fun this season brings. I'm not going to miss it. I'm willing to sacrifice some play time, but not all of it, and I'm not willing to sacrifice my relationships or my sanity. Enjoy my video below, as I have a little dress-up fun and promote my book, all at the same time. Don't you love my mask? You can still join in on my giveaway. Visit any of the stops on my tour here and enter, or go right to the Rafflecopter below. I've got an entry that asks you to add the last line to a poem, so stretch your creative muscles and have fun with that. More exciting news, Kobo is having a Buy Two Sizzling Ebooks Get One Free event from October 6th to 11th, and Ruled by the Moon and Sins of Long Ago are both part of the sale. https://store.kobobooks.com/p/bmsmls And take all your electronic devices and burn them in a raging bonfire, while you dance around and sing? Yep, I had that kind of day. I planned to do a quickie video of the prizes in my contest, post it a few places, then get some writing done. I figured, twenty minutes to film the video, or less. Didn't work that way. My phone messed up. Facebook wouldn't cooperate. My Explorer didn't want to explore. Every single little thing that could screw up, did. I know when this happens, I should put it away, work on my book a while. Come back to Electronic Hell later. But noooooo, I can't do that. I could hear my phone laughing and the computer taunting me. I had to prove I was smarter than them. Eventually, I was. My twenty minute project took almost two hours. But hey, end result, here's the video. Ta-da! PS I posted this, and the video I loaded was all choppy. Did I give up? Never! On to Plan B. Here is the You Tube version.
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone brought their polite, happy, cheerful selves to work all the time? Nobody bitched, everyone smiled as they went about their day. Yes, it would be lovely, but realistically, that's not going to happen. Read the full post here at http://www.snarkymomreads.com/?p=11617 A bunch of us authors are celebrating Snarktember 2015, so check back at Snarky Mom Reads all month and visit each author's site for more chances to win goodies. Oh, and see the Rafflecopter below for a chance to win the mega prize. Happy Snarktember, and big thanks to Snarky Mom for putting this event together.
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You always wanted to know how the vibrator was invented, right? Watch Hysteria and find out. Based on true events, this movie tells the story of a man, Dr. Mortimer Granville, who goes to work assisting Dr. Dalrymple treating women for Hysteria. Apparently, by inducing what they call "paroxysmal convulsions," the women are cured of this dreadful disease. Uh, dude, you're giving the ladies orgasms. Which, as the heroine Charlotte says, wouldn't be necessary if men knew how to make proper love to a woman. Got to love Charlotte. So yes, medically necessary orgasms. And the doctors wonder why their practice is busy.
So busy, that poor Mortimer ends up with hand cramps and must find another way to do his work. His inventor friend has developed an electric feather duster, and Mortimer finds a way to modify that. In the midst of all this, Mortimer also has a love interest in Dr. Dalrymple's proper daughter, Emily, but finds himself drawn to her more outspoken sibling, Charlotte. This movie takes place in London around 1880, one of my favorite time periods. It addresses what was going on with the poor, with women and children, and with medicine. It's a cute, mostly light-hearted film with only a few heavy scenes, so order it for a relaxing date night. Oh, be sure to watch the closing credits, to see the different models of various vibrators over the years. We've come a long way, baby! Sexy wolf shifters. I'm all about that! Welcome my fellow Liquid Silver author and paranormal writer Skye Jones to my blog.
Claimed by Desire Book two of Skye Jones hot new Wild Hunters series. Claimed by Desire gives us sexy wolf shifter, Dylan's story. *Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone* Blurb: Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge. When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn. As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate? Excerpt: Not knowing what else to do, Aeron waited until they’d turned the corner, and then flagged down the first passing cab. His stomach hurt. He figured he’d been winded, but in all likelihood not seriously injured in any way. The pain wasn’t any worse than the fights he used to get into at school. It could have been bad, but the crowd got rid of them before it turned ugly. As the cab slowed down to a stop, he leaned down to the window and gave his address. “You’re not getting in my cab, bleeding all over the place. Been fighting and drinking, eh? Sorry, but I don’t need the hassle.” The driver wound his window up and drove off. Bleeding? Aeron touched his hand to his face. His lips and mouth were dry, but as he moved his fingers up toward his eyebrow he felt sticky liquid and cursed as he pulled his hand away. The tips of his fingers were covered in blood. Another cab crawled by, and he tried his luck again, only to get the same result. He’d two options: give in and call the police, spend hours giving a statement and waiting around in Accident and Emergency, or get the night bus. Neither of which appealed. With the way his luck ran this evening, the driver might not let him aboard. Or the same men might be on the bus, ready for round two. He scrolled through the contacts in his phone and called David twice, but he didn’t pick up. He tried Sasha, but no luck there either. They were probably somewhere too noisy to hear him call. Next he tried Rhys but again got no answer. Fuck, his body ached! He needed to get home and lie down. Should he call Dylan? His boss would probably come pick him up, if at home. But might he blame him for fighting? Then again, he’d helped patch up Dylan only last week with his mysterious ‘I fell on some glass, honest’ routine. Nausea started to swirl in his belly and the earth tilted on its axis. Great! He didn’t need to be adding puking to the mix. Desperate, he dialed Dylan, his fingers shaking. The phone picked up on the third ring. “Hello.” “Dylan?” His voice wobbled as he spoke. “Yes. Who is this?” “Me. Sorry, Aeron. I’ve been…in an accident. I’m in Llandudno. Can you come and get me? I don’t want to go to the hospital.” He almost laughed at the way his pleas mirrored those of Dylan’s from a few days ago. “Where are you?” “In Llandudno.” “Yep, I got as much, but where exactly?” The curt, no nonsense reply helped him focus. He turned to the hotel and looked up. “I’m outside The Royal. Park up on the seafront, near the corner with the Marks and Spencer’s, and call me. I’ll come out. I’m going to sit in the hotel bar and wait, so I’ll be safe.” “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He hung up. He didn’t stop to think until he sat in the soft chairs of The Royal Hotel. When he did, he started to freak out. Why the hell did he think it a good idea to call Dylan? What possessed him to ring his boss to come get him all beat up on a Saturday night? But he’d not known who the hell else to call. And as he sat and thought, he realized something else. Dylan had never hesitated, not once. Buy Links: Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Claimed-Desire-Wild-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B0104X9COC/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1437309202&sr=8-3&keywords=skye+jones Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Claimed-Desire-Wild-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B0104X9COC/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1437309322&sr=8-4&keywords=skye+jones B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/claimed-by-desire-skye-jones/1122248981?ean=9781622102365 Liquid Silver: http://www.lsbooks.com/pre-order-coming-soon-romance-books-c322.php About the author: Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who writes about that moment when lust and love meet head on. Stalk her on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Skye-Jones/297399473794965?ref=bookmarks For giveaways, news, and free stories sign up to her newsletter here: http://eepurl.com/bdVZ-5
Love Hot SEALs? What if all your favorite military romance authors got together and wrote a series of HOT SEAL romances in the same world?
This is Cat Johnson’s HOT SEALS Kindle World. It’s an exciting opportunity for you to discover new authors writing in the genre you love in a world you know! And if you become inspired to do so, YOU can write and publish a HOT SEAL romance in Cat’s world too! Cat Johnson's Hot SEALs Kindle World launches on August 4th. Check out all the scorching books by NYT and USA Today bestselling authors in this exciting crossover adventure! Guard Dog by Sabrina York A scorching sequel to Stone Hard SEALs Mason Steele expected to be a SEAL until the day he died. And he was. A pity they revived him. Now he’s been mustered out of the Navy and his life seems wholly unsatisfying. He misses the action; he misses the camaraderie; he misses being able to use his tightly-honed skills. He’s lucky to have snagged this job with GAPS—the Guardian Angel Protective Services—it provides some hope for his future. But the last thing he wants to do is babysit a spoiled heiress who is obsessed with the color of her nail polish and carries a Chihuahua in her purse. But there’s more to Pansy Hightower than can be seen at first glance. She’s smart, sassy and determined to save the business her late mother built. She resents having a guard dog and does what she can to lose her muscular shadow. But when it becomes clear that someone is targeting her—perhaps for the same kind of fatal “accident” that befell her mother, she decides having the 240 pound SEAL with killer instincts and lethal hands at her back might be a good idea after all. Until they share a kiss, that is. Until those lethal hands prove they have other talents as well. Talents that leave her breathless and wanting and weak. The last thing either of them wants is a relationship, but the scorching passion between them cannot be denied…even though it will undoubtedly spell disaster for them both. READ AN EXCERPT “All right then.” Pansy’s surprisingly chipper voice cut through his dismal mood. It had been mortifying admitting his weakness, his failure, especially to her. It was something of a relief that she didn’t seem to understand the deep implications of his confession. He dared a glance at her. Even bedraggled and tattered as she was, he wanted her. She shot him a bright smile. It made him glower. “All right then, what?” he muttered. “All right, then. You’ll do.” You’ll do? You’ll do? Irritation riffled through him. When she tipped her head and her ponytail swung, his ire blossomed. “But I don’t know about the others.” “The others are excellent.” He wasn’t sure why he was arguing with her. He wanted this job. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to keep her safe. And for some reason, thought of some other dude, even one of his brothers in arms, stepping into the duty rankled. “But I don’t know them.” “We’ll arrange a meet.” It was standard procedure…when they weren’t on a covert job. She put out a lip. God he wanted to suckle it. Maybe it would be better if someone else took over. He was far too attracted to her to keep a clear mind. “But I want you,” she said. Again, her words made something hard and needy sizzle through his bowels. He knew what she meant. He knew she was talking about her protection and not some scalding, savage coupling in the big bed in the next room that was far too close to be successfully ignored. It was a testament to his delusional state that all he could think about was sex. All he could think about was stripping her naked and taking her here and now. That she wanted it as much as he did. He imagined he could smell her arousal in the air, which was ridiculous. A woman like her and a guy like him? Yeah. Nucking futs. “No worries. I’ll be on your team. But we’ll have at least three others.” Two on days and two on nights. Although, if he had his way, she wouldn’t be going out again. Certainly not to clubs where he couldn’t guarantee her safety. On that note, he fixed her with a dark look. “We need to talk about security. You’re going to have to make some lifestyle changes until this threat is contained.” “Like what?” “Like going out in public.” “I have a business to run.” “Is that what they call it? Partying all night with entitled socialites like Monique Dupree?” He didn’t mean to snarl it as he did. But it hardly mattered. She was utterly unaffected by his ferocity. “Those entitled socialites are my customer base. More than that. They are my influencers.” He had no idea what that meant. “Too many people. Too many blind spots. We need to keep you in controllable environments.” Like this hotel. Like this suite. That bed… “Controllable environments?” Again with the pouting lip. God. It was driving him crazy. With a grunt, he pushed to his feet—ignoring the sharp string of yips this elicited from Ratacus—and prowled to the wall of windows, pulling back the curtains and peering out at the night in a pretense of assessing any potential hazards. Her suite was on the thirtieth floor. Doubtful anyone would enter from the balcony. Still, he checked the lock on the door. Probably wouldn’t hurt to install a door brace on the front door. He strode back to the foyer and jiggled the handle. Yeah, definitely a brace. He made a mental note of other upgrades the suite needed, of the things he needed to check. First order of business was to sweep for any bugs and check for hidden cameras. He glanced over at Pansy and immediately revised his priorities. She was leaning back with her head resting on the sofa, her eyes closed. Her face was a cameo of perfection, but it was wreathed in exhaustion. First order of business was to get her to bed. Lust lanced him. Shit. No. Get her in bed. Alone. By herself. So she could sleep. Aw, hell. His gaze skated over her and he took in the rips in her dress, the scrapes on her legs and the dirt smudging her cheek. He should have tended to her wounds right off the bat. He should have seen to her comfort. He should have-- An ominous clicking sound and a sudden riffle of movement near his ankles captured his attention and he glanced down. Lola, in her pink tutu glared up at him, her lip curled over impressively pointy teeth. Mason tipped his head to the side and met her challenging gaze with one of his own. It said: Really? Whatcha gonna do, Ratacus? He probably shouldn’t have. She lifted her leg. And peed on his boots. “Son of a bitch.” He didn’t mean to boom as he leaped back, but he did. Pansy shot up, her eyes wide. “What?” she cried. “What is it?” He shot her a contrite look. “Your dog peed on my boots.” “She does that.” Pansy huffed a sigh and headed for the powder room to grab a hand towel. “One of the reasons I don’t date.” She knelt before him and mopped up the puddle. He should have stooped to help her, but honestly, he couldn’t. He couldn’t move to save his life. Because there she was, kneeling before him, with her head so close… A scintillating thought, a captivating vision, a scalding need rose like the hydra. That, and a lowering realization. He was a pervert. A goddamn pervert. She was cleaning his fucking boots for God’s sake. “You need a shower.” Right. No idea why he blurted that. Well, maybe one idea. He desperately needed her to stand. To move away, before he lost his mind and did something insane and necessary, like pull her closer. She looked up at him. He forced himself to step away, he had to. Or his erection might have brushed her cheek. And that would have been a disaster. “Yeah. Um. You’re all banged up. We should get some antiseptic on those scrapes. Do you have a first aid kit?” She said nothing so he glanced at her. That she was staring at his crotch sent a bolt of lightning through him. Her tongue peeped out and she lifted her gaze. He could have sworn he saw something simmering there. He tried mightily to ignore it. Surely it wasn’t what he thought. Imagined. Ached for. “Do you? Have a first aid kit?” She shook her head. “I have no idea.” Nearly a whisper. “I’ll call the concierge.” This was a penthouse suite. Surely there was a concierge. “Why don’t you go…um, clean up and I’ll call down for something.” She stood slowly, holding his gaze. Something about her, her energy, her intensity, had shifted. It made him antsy. It made him restless. It made him hungry. She turned around—his heart sank—but then she said, softly, with a tentative quiver to her voice, “Could you unzip me?” Holy. Fuck. She peeped at him over her shoulder. Her eyes, so beautiful and blue, bore into his. “I can’t do it myself.” He was certain she could. She was a grown woman. She’d been dressing—and undressing—herself for years. But he couldn’t refuse. Not when she asked so politely. “S-sure.” Hopefully she missed the stutter. She could not have missed the fact that his fingers shook as he tried to grasp the tiny teardrop at the top of her zipper. Why the fuck did it have to be so tiny? It took forever for him to make the long journey down her spine, partly because the damn zipper kept catching and partly because he really wanted to savor the journey. As it advanced, more and more of her creamy skin was exposed. He wanted nothing more than to place his palm on her, to stroke her. To feel the heat of her skin against this. But she’d asked him to unzip her. Not make a move. It was a damn good thing he’d developed indomitable willpower as a SEAL. Denying himself things crucial to his being—air, water, food—was par for the course in their training. This was by far the most difficult denial of all. When he reached the bottom of the zipper, when a hint of a crease at the base of her spine was exposed, he stepped back. Though it cost him. “There,” he said. Jesus, God. He was going to heaven for this. He fucking better. His restraint was nothing short of a penance. But then… Holy God. But then…she shifted her shoulders and the scrap of material drifted to the floor. She shot another glance at him, something that was too much of an invitation to be misunderstood or misconstrued, and, wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties, padded into the bathroom. Get it now: http://www.amazon.com/Hot-SEALs-Guard-Kindle-Worlds-ebook/dp/B0134EZ9AY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1438372525&sr=1-1&keywords=guard+dog+by+sabrina+york WANT MORE SEALS? Visit our Hot SEAL Kindle World! 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About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching romance. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Get updates and alerts from Sabrina here: HotSheet Sign Up. Sabrina’s Military Romance Titles! Stone Hard SEALs (Action-Packed Military Romance Duet) Sterling’s Seduction (Elite Metal Collection) Tarnished Honor (The Incomparables: Heroes of Waterloo) Whipped—in the WTRAFSOG Collection #8 Recent release from Sabrina York Heartbreak on a Stick (Contemporary Romance) Pool Man The Real McCoy—in the Cowboy 12 Pack Come Hell or High Water—12 Alarm Cowboys Death or insanity. Love carries a heavy price for a witch and a werewolf. I know I've done a few things in the past I'd like to undo. Things that have come back to haunt me.Vincent and Gen both have a shadowing history, with shades of violence and evil. Both want to live normal lives; neither can have love in them. But when they meet, Gen knows it's time to break the family curse and Vincent realizes, he desperately wants to change the way werewolves live. Now, if they can just get their shit together and deal with all the other craziness going on around them, they might have a chance at romance. Sins of Long Ago is on sale now. Enjoy the steamy excerpt below and thanks for reading! Blurb: Werewolves and humans don't mix. Until danger forces an alliance and desire demands satisfaction. Leading his pack of werewolves keeps Vincent plenty busy, and now with a predator out to harm them, life is more perilous than ever. The last thing he needs is a woman to complicate matters, especially one who sets his body and soul on fire. She's a human and a witch — totally the wrong woman for him. Even if he could take a mate for his own, he refuses to put her in the danger his life has become. No way can they ever be together. Werewolf-style love is fine anyway. No permanent partner, no bullshit, no heartache. Genevieve has never known true love. Cursed by an enraged woman long ago, females in her family are doomed to go insane if they fall in love. Life has been fine without a man around-- until a hot werewolf drops in and captures her heart. Though they have plenty of obstacles to overcome, Gen knows they can work past them. Tell that to Vincent, as he struggles with old pack rules about love, sex, and consorting with humans. As Vincent searches for a killer, deals with death among his own, and tries to keep his hands off Gen, she attempts to end her family curse. Together, they must find a way to break free from the sins of long ago. Hot and lusty Excerpt from Sins of Long Ago: Vincent slowly removed his fingers from her hips and turned her around to face him. He looked into her eyes and smiled, a look full of heat and lust. He ran a hand over her breasts, then down to her belly. “Think your panties are about shot for the night. How about we get rid of them?” He crouched down, grabbed them in his teeth, and ripped. The protest that almost sprang to her lips was silenced as he planted a kiss right on her swollen clit and ran his tongue along it in slow circles. The tender nub felt almost too sensitive to stand the attention. Almost. He kept the pressure easy, slow, and as need started to build again, he stood. “You ready for more?” Like she could stop now. Vincent had her under his spell, and she was supposed to be the witch. “Oh yeah. How about we take your clothes off?” Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands along his chest. Dark hair, nice. Down his flat belly to the waistband of his jeans. Of course he went commando. She knelt, and as soon as she slid the zipper down, his cock sprang out to greet her. Perfection. His musky male scent went straight to her brain, and her pussy clenched in response, already aching to have him inside her. But first, she took him in her mouth and smiled in satisfaction as he moaned, a long, low, guttural sound, then buried his hands in her hair. Time for her to tease. She slid her mouth up and down, licking a drop off the tip, pulling along his sensitive head with her lips. Remembering how he’d tormented her, she took it slow, rubbing his balls lightly with her fingertips. His legs trembled and his breathing increased, along with the pressure of his hands pulling her hair. “Are you ready to get inside me?” She stood and rubbed her body against him, the feel of his skin on hers causing a fresh burst of wetness between her thighs and an unfamiliar warmth in her heart. A sensation of unity, of completeness. “Sweet Lord, yes. Aw shit, condoms are in my Jeep.” “I’ve got some.” Gen grabbed her purse. She hadn’t even looked at the handful Sally had thrust at her. Studded and ribbed. Real cute. “Will these work?” “Anything will work. Turn around, spread your legs, grab the bed again.” She did, not sure if her knees would hold her. “You got any high heels?” “Uh, no.” “Stand on your tiptoes, then, that’s right.” Oh shit almighty. He gripped her ass and slammed his cock into her, nearly knocking her onto the mattress. Just like she thought: perfect fit, filling her up fully. He stayed there for a heartbeat, buried inside her then pulled out, almost but not quite all the way. One hand back in her hair, the other still on her ass, he pulled her head back slightly. “You are one fine woman, Genevieve, and you’ve got me lit up like a wildfire. I’m going to fuck you hard. You got a problem with that?” “None at all.” Hot as she burned, wanting him as desperately as she did, whatever he did to her would be welcome. He thrust again, over and over, finally leaning onto her back and sinking his teeth in her upper shoulder. She tensed but he stopped short of breaking the skin and only held there for a moment, as though wanting to taste her flesh. Then he stood, buried his cock one more time, and with a howl he came, his body shuddering. Leaning over her back, he rained kisses along her neck and shoulders. She felt him remove the condom and what, slide on another? “I want to make you scream, do some yelling myself. People downstairs going to call the cops?” “He’s gone. We can holler as much as we want.” He flipped her onto the bed and covered her body with his, grabbing both of her wrists in one of his hands and raising her arms over her head. Normally, she didn’t allow a man this kind of control, but her desires with Vincent were anything but normal. She wanted him to take her, to do like the song said and fuck her like an animal. Why did she respond to him like this? Like she trusted him, with her body, her soul. Then he took her nipple in his mouth, and she quit thinking of anything except the feel of his lips, his tongue, his teeth. First one breast, then the other, then he brought his mouth to hers, and as he devoured her, he penetrated her again, thrusting over and over. Another howl, louder this time, and he came again. Lowering himself on top of her, he finally released her wrists and buried his face in her neck. “There, now I can concentrate on you.” Oh Lord. He slid his sweat-soaked body down hers, kissed and nipped at her stomach, her thighs, then licked her engorged lips and clit, slowly, almost painfully. She writhed on the bed, close to begging him to enter her. Every nerve ending on her skin jumped, wanting to join with him again, wanting that surprising, delicious sensation of intimacy. Hell with this waiting. With one palm she shoved his forehead up and wriggled underneath him. “I want you back inside me. You good for another round?” “Fuck yeah.” He patted the mattress, searching for a foil packet. This time he entered her slowly, and as he moved in and out, he gazed into her eyes. Lust, desire, and a trace of tenderness showed there, and when she dug her heels into the bed and arched her back in the most amazing orgasm of her life, Gen knew she was lost. Buy Links for Sins of Long Ago Liquid Silver Books: http://bit.ly/1JpyqUV All Romance: http://bit.ly/1D2x41o Amazon: http://amzn.to/1CJKjOA Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1UGkESc Kobo: http://bit.ly/1HxaBLn Google Play: http://bit.ly/1JSJ2MZ iTunes: http://apple.co/1CsRNKV Amazon UK http://amzn.to/1JJdSm4 ____________________________________________________________________________ If you love Sins of Long Ago, don't forget to check out book one in the Nocturne series, Ruled by the Moon. Liquid Silver Books: http://bit.ly/1FjkVls All Romance: http://bit.ly/1pg3ZIr Amazon: http://amzn.to/1tpS6LI Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1uRHgn1 Kobo: http://bit.ly/11qACIw Google Play: http://bit.ly/1v3ptb6 iTunes: http://bit.ly/1E2xeB6 That's right, I don't really like the sport, especially major league baseball (I'll stifle my rant on professional sports), but I do enjoy the whole going-to-the-game thing. The hot dogs, the beer, the kids, the excitement, especially when my honey jumps up and yells like a crazy guy. Minor league games are the best. Here we sit, on the first base line, front row, my feet resting on the dugout. What a view! And what a diversity of players. If you look at the roster, many of the athletes come from all over the world. Pretty impressive that they're able to band together and play this game, and sometimes, play it really well, considering that for many of them, English is not their native language. Another reason I like to sit up close (aside from being too vain to wear my glasses and the perk of looking at the guy's butts), I try to catch snippets of conversation among the players. A great opportunity for a writer to gather info. What do baseball dudes really talk about? Speaking of eavesdropping, a group of women sat behind us, chatting away. I was all set to hear some juicy girl-talk, but to my sorrow, they spoke in Spanish. Note to self; brush up on my Spanish. Maybe some foreign language lesson CDs are next on my list of things to order at Amazon. For a great night's entertainment, check out your local stadium and catch a minor league game or two this summer. Seen at Archie's Seabreeze in Ft. Pierce. If you can't read it clearly, this sign says "My wife's vagina rules" He forgot the apostrophe (something that drives writers crazy), but aside from that, I like this guy's style.
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