Damage Control
by
Elisa Adams
(July 31st,
Samhain Publishing)
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Brian. She didn’t have to look up at him. She knew
him by his scent. Taking a deep breath, she looked up to meet
his eyes. The raw desire she saw in the blue depths made her
pause for a moment, not remembering what she was about to say.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands on her arms to steady her.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“You look a little flushed.”
Well, running smack into two hundred pounds of raw
masculinity will do that to a girl. She reached around him and tried the knob,
giving the door a solid push. It didn’t budge. “That stapler was
there for a reason, you know.”
His eyes widened as their situation hit him. “Oh, man. We’re
stuck in here, aren’t we?”
She let out a noisy breath. “It appears we are. I didn’t know
you were even still here. I thought you went home a couple hours
ago.”
Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if he’d planned this whole
thing. No, not even Brian would stoop so low to trap them in the
closet. She hoped.
She had to find a way out of here.
She ran to the door and tugged on the knob, knowing it would be
futile. They were stuck, and there was nothing either one of
them could do about it unless someone came by, saw her key in
the knob, and figured out what had happened.
“You’re not going to be able to break down the door. Why don’t
we just make the best of a bad situation?”
Like she was going to fall right back into his arms after he’d
walked out on her? She opened her mouth to protest, but he held
up a hand. “Let me finish. I just meant we could talk.” He
cocked his head to one side. “We haven’t done that in a while.
Would it really be so bad to just chat, like old friends? Like
we used to, before I screwed everything up.”
A harsh laugh escaped her. He had to be kidding. “Since you
screwed it up? Wasn’t I the one who begged you to stay?” And
begged for a whole lot more than that besides.
He ran a hand through his hair. “Doesn’t matter. I knew I wasn’t
in control. I should have left.”
She shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do about it now. It’s
done. I just know not to drink around you anymore. If I hadn’t
had that wine, it never would have happened in the first place.”
His gaze darkened and his brows dipped into a frown. “Excuse
me?”
“We slept together because we were drunk. You know that as well
as I do.”
“Are you saying you aren’t attracted to me at all?” His tone
warned her of his change in mood. His shoulders tensed and he
shook his head. “If you really think there’s no spark between
us, you’re lying to yourself.”
“There isn’t.” There couldn’t be, because if there was, she’d
never be able to let him go.
“Want to make a bet on that?”
He advanced on her, backing her against the closet door. His
clean, strong scent wrapped around her, instantly making her
knees weak. God, she loved the way he smelled. She might have
done something embarrassing like swooning if she wasn’t a little
preoccupied with the fact that he’d got them locked in the
closet.
She banged on the door with her fist, giving a half-hearted cry
for help.
“It’s just the two of us until morning. I think the janitorial
staff already left for the night.” Brian’s whisper against her
ear made her shudder. He rested one hand on her hip and the
other on the doorframe above her head, pressing his body against
hers. She reached for the doorknob and shook it, needing
desperately to be out of this closet before she lost her mind
entirely.
With the man who starred in her recent illicit but
oh-so-satisfying satisfying fantasies so close she could feel
his heartbeat, she was already more than halfway there. Okay, so
maybe there was a spark between them, but hadn’t he told her he
didn’t want to act on it anymore? This was wrong for so many
reasons. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. Pressing
her hands against his chest, she started to push him away.
All it took was one touch to bring everything she’d been
ignoring rushing back. She sucked in a shuddering breath at the
thought of that sexy body over her, inside her, coaxing her to—
“If you keep touching me like that I’m not going to be able to
control myself. I might take you right against that door you’re
trying to disappear into.”
Horrified, she looked down at her hands to discover she was
massaging his chest. So much for telling him to back off. She
dropped her hands and stuffed them behind her back, squeezing
them tightly between her body and the cold metal door. “Sorry.”
He barked a laugh. “I’m not. I love it when you put your hands
on me. You know what I’d like to do now?”
She looked up at him hopefully. “Inventory the office supplies?”
He shook his head. Raw need and passion had darkened his eyes to
a deep shade of midnight. He wanted her again, and he wanted her
to know it, and the whole situation scared her to death. She
swallowed hard and struggled to breathe. The man was too big,
too sexy, and suddenly way too close for her to even form a
rational thought.
He smiled again, but this time there was nothing gentle about
it. This was the smile of a predator, a man who knew exactly
what he wanted and didn’t stop until he got it.
“I want to kiss you.”
She shook her head. No! Not again! It would change
everything. But it was too late. His lips crushed hers in a kiss
that was rough and gentle, soothing and claiming, and so damned
arousing that she trembled all the way to her toes.
She wasn’t even going to think about the growing dampness in her
panties.
He pinned her to the door while he traced the seam of her lips
with his tongue. Her lips parted eagerly without her permission
and he delved his tongue into the recesses of her mouth. She
moaned when he cupped her face in his hands, drawing her even
closer. Every part of her body was alive and needy. She wanted
to melt into him and become part of him. His arousal pressed
against her belly and she had to fight to keep her hands behind
her back. It would be so easy to lose herself in him.
Brian caught her lower lip in his teeth, nipping gently as he
pulled away. His gaze was even darker than before, boring into
her with the intensity of a freight train at full speed. Her
knees buckled and she would have fallen if his body hadn’t been
pressed so tightly against her.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. You’re the one who wanted to
stop sleeping together.” She fought for composure as she spoke,
trying to hang on to that one rational cell in her sex-starved
body that told her she really, really needed this job. If they
got caught at the office, they’d both be tossed out on their
asses.
She lost the battle when her other cells, knowing another night
of hot, steamy, knock-your-socks-off sex when they saw it, beat
her last hope into submission.
Brian’s feather-light touch across the back of her neck didn’t
help any. He leaned over and ran his tongue up her throat.
“Yeah, I did want to stop. As you can see, I have a little issue
with resolve—or my complete and total lack of it. I hope you’re
not too tired, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against her neck.
“Because nobody will be back to let us out until nine in the
morning. It’s going to be a long, hard night.”
Celestial
Passions: Sheala
by
Judy Mays
www.judymays.com
(Now available in paperback at www.ellorascave.com , Amazon, and in
Borders/Waldens bookstores)
An enticing
chuckle.
He heard the
rustle of cloth. Her mouth left his cock to be replaced supple
fingers that teased and caressed.
“Open your
eyes.”
Obeying her, he
looked down.
Her shirt was
open; she was guiding his cock to her full breasts. She brushed
it against her left nipple.
“Mother of all
the gods,” he muttered and thrust his hips forward.She pumped
him. “I want you to come on my breasts.”
“Yesssssssss.”
She bent and
licked his cock, pumped him more. With her other hand, she
pinched her own nipple. Both were tight, hard nubs.
Marljas licked
his lips. He wanted to taste those nipples — but, the sight of
his brown cock against her ivory skin....
“Are you ready
to come? Do you want to wait?”
Grasping her
shoulders, he thrust his hips forward. His cock slid between her
breasts. His voice was a shuddering growl he didn’t
recognize. “No waiting. Now!”
Another low
laugh escaped her. Tilting her head back, she smiled into his
face. “Very well.” She slid her fingers down his cock to his
balls and rolled them in her left hand as she squeezed and
pumped him with her right.
Marljas
shuddered. Her hands were pure magic. “You mouth. I want your
mouth!”
“And I want you
to come. Now.” She released his balls, slid her hand under his
tail, and pressed a finger into his anus.
Fire exploded
in his balls and rushed up through his cock. His hips thrust
forward involuntarily. As he watched, his come squirted onto her
breasts.
She pushed her
finger further into his anus.
More fire, more
come.
Marljas felt
his knees begin to buckle as she pulled her finger free and rose
to her feet. Before he could say a word, she grabbed his hand
and pushed it down the front of her loose pants.
She was slick
and damp. Moisture coated his fingers as she moaned and pushed
herself against them.
“Help me. I
need...”
Gathering his
scattered wits as best he could, Marljas rubbed the hard nub she
pressed against his fingers. In a matter of seconds, more
moisture coated his fingers, and she grabbed hold of his arms as
she shuddered with her own orgasm.
When she rested
her forehead against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her
and held her tight.
Long minutes
passed their breathing and heart rates returned to normal.
Slipping his
finger under her chin, Marljas tilted her head back. “Sheala....”
Voices
interrupted him.
She pressed her
hand to his lips, smiled, and stepped back. Pulling her shirt
closed, she spun around and disappeared in the direction of the
house.
After a moment,
Marljas shoved his now flaccid cock back inside his pants and
raked his hair back of his face. He snatched up his tunic and
pulled it over his head. Midsummer. Less than a week. Sheala
would be eighteen.
He would be the
man to teach her the final lesson about love, he and no
other. She would be his mate. No other man would ever touch her
again. He’d kill anyone who tried.
Cracked: Prelude
To Passion
by
Ruby Storm
Erotic Romantic Suspense/Paranormal
Available in Ebook and Print
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"...Cracked: Prelude to Passion deserves the JERR Gold Star
Award of Excellence because not only is it beautifully written
but every element woven into the story will surprise you,
captivate you, and touch your heart. I recommend it to
everyone..." Ellen
Blurb
Nightly, the
beautiful silver-eyed woman haunts Quinn Morgan. Whenever she
appears in his dreams, he fantasizes every detail of making
passionate love with her—his mind swirling with the sweet
bouquet of her perfume, the velvet touch of her skin. The
sensual perfection of this figment of his imagination has
touched his heart.
Each time Calli
Lemont strokes her piano's ivory keys, her dead husband appears,
easing the chilling vulnerability she's felt since his passing.
Life without him has left her empty and lonely, until she meets
Quinn.
Past secrets
begin to collide, drawing Quinn and Calli together. She has
found the one man she can't resist. And, miraculously, he's
found his dream woman.
But providence
can be deadly. They soon find themselves plunged deeply into the
underworld of a Columbian drug cartel. As they struggle to
survive and set right the past, Quinn's and Calli's bond
strengthens, but love and commitment might not be enough to put
to rest the evil that surrounds them.
Excerpt
Her words drifted to nothing as he strode across the kitchen,
his eyes locked on her with sudden determination glowing
brightly.
He never asked permission, never discussed with her the fact
that at the moment he wasn’t interested in Jenny. He wanted
Calli in his arms.
She squealed when he scooped her into his arms and headed out
the back door. Once Quinn had nudged the door closed with his
hip, he tightened his hold, angled his head and met her lips
with a ferociousness that surprised even him.
Calli moaned low and wrapped her arms about his neck. Her
pleasure heightened when Quinn let her body glide slowly down
the front of his own. His erection was hard against her belly
when the kiss deepened further.
“Oh, God, Quinn…we were going to take this slow,” she
murmured between licks against his tongue.
“I know. But I had to kiss you…”
Their heavy breathing resounded around the small porch as he
backed her against the outer wall of the house.
Calli was pinned. Quinn’s cock ground against her as he
cupped her cheeks and demanded more from her mouth. Jenny was
forgotten as his tongue swept the inside of the sweet cavern.
She answered by winding her thigh around his. Anything to
pull him closer, to feel the heat of his skin. It was difficult
to breath, difficult to stay focused when all she wanted were
his lips against her breasts and his probing cock between her
legs. Except for the night when he’d lifted her onto the
counter, Calli had always fought her deep sexual attraction to
Quinn. Joyfully, she let her desire take precedence. It was an
exhilarating experience to feel the boundaries she’d set crumble
away.
Quinn slid his hand over her hips, grasped her firm ass and
lifted her higher. With her back propped against the house and
her legs wrapped around his hips, the position put her pussy
firmly against his throbbing cock. He was wild to have her, wild
to bury himself deeply into her cunt. His hips began to thrust
as their tongues danced and her hands swept the breadth of his
shoulders.
“Christ, I want you, Calli…” His whisper against her swollen
lips was shallow and breathy.
“We can’t,” she moaned. “Slow…we said slow…”
Quinn’s hips jerked faster against her spread crotch.
“Oh, God, Quinn,” she rasped out. “I want…”
Still pinned against the house, Calli suddenly discovered her
feet were back on the porch. Quinn tore at the snap of her
jeans, his fingers fumbling to yank down the zipper that stood
in the way.
She knew where he was going. She needed it. She didn’t care
where they were or if anyone would catch them with his hand down
her pants. Her own hand slipped down his chest and flailed until
she cupped the hard bulge behind his zipper. She planned to free
his cock, but when Quinn’s fingers slid carelessly between the
flat of her belly and the waistband of her bikini underwear in
search of her clit, her knees nearly buckled.
“Hurry! Oh, God I’m going to…”
His lips silenced her the same moment his hand clamped her
mound tightly within the confines of her pants. Her gasp echoed
against his mouth when he drove two fingers into her thrusting
cunt and ground the heel of his hand back and forth until the
base of one finger split her dripping lips and found refuge
against her clit.
Calli’s orgasm exploded. His finger stroked upward, time
after time, coaxing her entire body into a frenzied shudder. Her
breasts ached, her stomach clenched, and her womb throbbed in
response as the pulses squeezed around his fingers. She was
delirious with the ecstasy pounding through her belly.
Quinn grabbed her flailing hand and dragged it to his cock.
Her mind registered the fact that somehow he’d freed his hard
length and she hadn’t even been aware because of her shuddering
orgasm. They licked at one another’s lips crazily as she wrapped
her fingers around the warm, hard thickness and began to milk
it, long drawn out pulls meant to entice him to come.
The fingers inside her quickly found the same rhythm as her
hand. He refused to stop the wondrous and unexpected encounter.
Calli’s hips swelled against the pressure. She gripped his
cock tighter, loving how it throbbed wildly, frantically kissing
him as she jerked her hand. Her lips searched crazily for his
mouth when he broke the contact to press kisses across her
cheek.
His breath was harsh beside her ear… A tight growl from the
back of his throat intensified with each magical stroke of her
hand. His hips rocked to the rhythm she’d set.
Milky cum filled her palm and soaked her fingers just as
another orgasm racked through her belly. She squeezed around his
fingers, her body sucking at them, her surging hips a silent
plea for his fingers to bury themselves deeper. They shuddered
against one another, each supporting the other until the stream
of cum ended and their surging hips slowed.
Calli’s arms dangled to her sides. Her head fell weakly
against the wall behind her, eyes closed, as she panted wildly.
Quinn’s hand rested against the side of the house as he tipped
his head and settled his cheek against her perspiring brow, his
rasping breath filling his lungs. When he slipped his hand out
of her pants, his finger trailed a path across her sensitive
clit, making her jump uncontrollably.
His mouth dipped to gently caress her swollen lips as he
tucked his cock inside his pants. Silently, he pulled up her
zipper, then let his hand rest on the slight curve of her hip.
He took another deep breath.
“Is this slow enough for you?”
A muffled, but delighted giggle bubbled around him. Calli
took one more deep gulp of air before she answered. “Um…yeah.
Although, I did think about asking you to pick up the pace a
little.”
Under Her Skin
by Mary
Winter
Genre/Line: Paranormal/Gods and Goddesses
http://www.marywinter.com/
Release Date: August 7, 2007
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher URL:http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=520
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.
Blurb
A wilted flower never gets sent.
A scarred woman never finds love.
Ari intimately knows these two truths. She works
as a florist. Her job is to create beauty. But a horrible car
accident left her permanently scarred. She’s buried herself in
her work and stayed too busy to think about her lonely nights
and empty heart. A trip to Greece changes her life forever.
When Ari falls asleep in the ruins of an ancient
temple, she dreams of a place where her outside is as beautiful
as her inside. It’s just a dream, but even so they wake the
Greek God of healing, Asclepius. It’s been so long since anyone
has prayed to him, and he knows he’s just the man to give Ari
everything she desires. He takes mortal form and comes to her
with only one goal: to show her she’s as beautiful as her floral
arrangements.
Her tears woke him.
His love will show her beauty’s true meaning.
Excerpt
“Those are gorgeous flowers,” he said as he
accepted the glass from her. Their fingers brushed for an
instant. Heat sizzled through her veins. She found her gaze
drawn to his eyes and thought about losing herself in their dark
brown depths. Just like the eyes of her dream lover in Greece.
She pulled her hand away, certain she could still feel him
touching her.
“Thank you. I wish I knew who sent them.” She
pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit.
He did and brought the glass to his lips. He
drank, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. Ari watched
the movement, wondering what it would be like to draw her tongue
down the smooth flesh to kiss the tanned base of his throat. She
pulled her thoughts away from exploring Thanos’s body with her
tongue. It’d been too long, and her dream-awakened feelings she
thought better left dead. The hunky doctor probably had no
designs on her body, especially once he saw the designs left
behind by healed wounds.
“A secret admirer? I’m sure you have many,” he
said.
Heat crept over her cheeks and down her throat.
Ari shook her head, studying the pattern of condensation
dripping down the sides of the glass. “No. Not that I know of.”
She reached for her glass.
Thanos twined his fingers with hers. He brushed
her palm with his thumb, each sweep sending sparks shooting
through her body. The soft, seductive caress hardened her
nipples against her bra. Lips parted, she looked at him.
Blatant desire filled his gaze. “Why do you sound
so uncertain? You’re a beautiful woman.”
“No, I’m not. My scars.” Embarrassed, she stared
at their clasped hands.
He reached out and trailed his fingers along the
scar along the right side of her face. Ari turned her head,
intending to hide the mark, but her actions only pressed her
scar more solidly against his fingers. His light strokes fanned
flames already burning. His thumb slid over her full, lower lip,
and she parted her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“With beauty such as yours, scars are of no
consequence. Perhaps they show that you’re a real woman, and not
some goddess fantasy brought to life.” His soft, husky words
washed over her.
“I—” Words failed her.
Ari opened her eyes to find Thanos staring
intently at her. Hunger filled his gaze. She moistened her lips
with her tongue.
Thanos followed the movement and swallowed.
Ari stared into his warm, dark brown eyes.
Drowning in his gaze, she leaned forward, offering her lips to
him.
Thanos closed the distance between them. His lips
settled on hers, warm and sweet. With gentle care, he kissed
her, drank from her. Beneath the sensual onslaught, Ari opened
her mouth. She swooned against him, her hand flat against his
chest. His heart hammered beneath her touch.
Thanos deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into
her mouth. The thick invasion filled her. Ari’s pussy wept with
need. Slowly, she slid her fingers around the back of his neck,
twining them into his hair. She needed him closer. His scent,
spicy and male, surrounded her.
A moan rumbled from Thanos’s chest. His tongue
plunged into her mouth, making it quite clear what he wished to
do with her body. His nimble fingers skimmed her sides, up and
down, and wherever he touched, tiny electric sparks danced
through her. She wished to close her eyes and never wake up from
this wonderful dream.
Fire and heat danced through him. She tasted like
summer, heat and light with just a hint of tart sweetness. He
fucked her with his mouth. He needed to move between her legs
and into her warm, tight pussy. Her hand fisted in his shirt and
drew him closer to her. Tasting her only made him want more.
His cock hardened, balls tightening. He brushed
his fingers across her breasts. Through the layers of shirt and
bra, her nipples tightened and pressed into waiting fingers.
Thanos palmed her breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he
greedily swallowed it.
For so long he’d waited for her. He’d helped on
her case, bided his time until she became an adventurous woman
who fell asleep in his temple where in her dreams, under his
tutelage, she became the wanton temptress. He feathered light
caresses across the scar along the side of her cheek, the
transition between scar and flesh drawing his fingers. He wished
for powers to remove it with only a touch.
He rubbed his tongue against her bottom lip,
drawing the plump flesh into his mouth to suckle. A light nip,
quickly laved with his tongue, made her shudder. In a few
moments, he’d haul her onto his lap, her legs straddling him.
His cock, hard and tight, would rub against her pussy, and he’d
fuck her senseless.
Thanos pulled back and sucked air into his
starved lungs. He couldn’t take her like a rutting animal. She
deserved more, deserved better. With his thumb, he gave her
lower lip a last, loving caress, and leaned back into the chair.
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