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lifted her leg over his, stretching her thighs wide. The blunt tip of his cock
rubbed against the folds of her soaking pussy, the mushroom shaped head already
pushing inside her. His head bent, licking her lips while his arm held her leg
near his shoulder. It was a good thing she was flexible, flashed into her mind.
was as intoxicating as the finest tequila Gray had ever consumed. His tongue
traced her raspberry red mouth. Goddess he loved her unique flavor. He closed
his eyes, sliding the rest of the way inside of her heated depths. Gray used
his powers to stimulate her breasts into tight hard points, hearing her gasp
when he emulated the sensation of his mouth on first one nipple and then the
next made his dick twitch.
working her tight rear entrance, and each time he did something she obviously
liked, her Kegel muscles nearly strangled him, but you’d hear no complaints
turned voracious. He wanted to memorize everything about this moment. She met
him in intensity, her tongue tangled with his, sucking on the tip like a
trickled his power in a slow caress down her ribs, over her flat belly. The
jewel in her belly button was a turn on he enjoyed tugging with his teeth. He
let his power flare out to roll over her clit in tight slow circles. Them Kegel
muscles started squeezing again, and holy shitballs his eyes just about rolled
to the back of his head, but he didn’t want to miss one second of this.
Jaklyn tensed up. “I’m not sure this is gonna work, boys.” She breathed
relax, baby. We can make this easier for you.” Colt’s hand ran around to cup
grunted. “We can relax you in more ways than one.”
fucksake, no not drug you. You know we can manipulate things right?” He waited
for her to finish her vigorous nodding. “We can ease things for you.”
to the easing, damn it. Have you had something the size of that”—she shoved her
ass into Colt—“into your nether region?”
laughed. “Can’t say that I have. Colt, you take care of that, I’ve got the
front half filled.”
was lame,” Jaklyn said, smiling into his face.
Colt easing inside their woman, her hips rocked forward, her head tilted back
as he held Jaklyn more firmly.
were fully inside her, it took everything in him not to try and drive deeper,
with his cock right where he wanted it to be he prayed for patience. He
glimpsed down to where they were connected, seeing his cock slick from being
inside her almost made him come. Fuck, he needed to think about something else.
“Son of a
bitch, I’m not… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good in my life.”
Colt’s words echoed what Gray was experiencing.
one arm wrapped around Gray, and the other held Colt’s arm that was locked on
increased his thrust in tandem to Colt’s, like synchronized music they pushed
and pulled out in opposite strokes. The scents of mouthwatering syrup and
cinnamon permeated the air, one layering over the other as their essences
eyelids slid half closed, while Colt’s and his bodies began to sweat. Her body
took on a glistening hue that mesmerized Gray. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
His voice cracked. “When I look at you I see my future.”
said you weren’t poetic.” Her fingers twined in Gray’s hair.
forth, they slammed their bodies together, the headboard hit the wall.
tell me you’re close, Jaklyn.” Colt’s voice was hoarse.
grunted. “What do you need?”
thrashed, nearly head butting Colt.
pulled almost all the way out of Jaklyn, making her tense. Gray drove higher
inside, grinding his pelvis against her clit. He connected with Colt on the
spiral path they’d been using for centuries, knowing instinctively what his
best friend had planned. When Colt would slam back inside, Gray pulled back,
their cocks rubbing against each other almost sending Gray over the edge.
thrusts came faster, Gray was lost in the friction of it. Through their link he
realized that Jaklyn was just as lost to the sensation of the dual penetration.
A scream was ripped from her throat, echoing around the silent room, except for
the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. He and Colt followed
her over the edge of bliss, her body squeezing the cum from both of them,
milking their seeds from deep within their balls. He shouted, the pounding
rhythm completely forgotten.
heat arced over his body, his hands slick with sweat couldn’t find purchase on
Jaklyn’s hips. A dark sensation tingled from his toes up his legs, radiating
out of every pore on his body. He locked eyes with Jaklyn and Colt. Both of
them had their eyes wide with expressions he was sure mirrored his. A last
shout of pleasure as another orgasm was ripped from him, this one even more
intense than the last.
Colt continued to rock back and forth, the sliding motion making Gray’s dick
jerk, and more cum spill out. Finally, when he was sure his cock had stopped
twitching, he eased out with a groan. “Jaklyn,” he said. “Did we hurt you?
Please open your eyes.”
slower to pull out, his hand waving over their Fated’s body, easing and
cleansing her in one smooth motion.
I’m a wife and mother who is a
retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my
oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then
the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading
saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I
made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that
list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have
accomplished that goal and several others.
I live in the Midwest,
but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite
frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that
means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a
trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*.
I write what I love to read, erotic romance.
My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the
imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope, is that after my readers have
read one of my stories, they fall in love with my characters as much as I have.
The best part of my new
journey is that I get to create new worlds and have all kinds of stories in my
head just waiting to be written. I’m creating new worlds,
and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you’ll always have a
hero or two you’ll love, and a heroine you’ll want to be.
I love to hear from
readers, you can find me on Twitter or Facebook or my website, but I’m on
Facebook all the time, so find me, I’d love to hear from you J
Belinda “Bee” Carter isn’t quite sure what she’s gotten
herself into. She’s been receiving mysterious messages from a secret admirer
who is sending her more and more erotic dares. Each time she fulfills his
desires, she gets rewarded. She’s convinced that her mystery texter is one of
two super-hot men—Nicolas, the handsome billionaire, or Hawke, the sexy
biker—but she can’t tell which one it is. And she’s coming to realize that
beneath her peaches-and-cream exterior beats a heart that longs to play out all
of her most secret fantasies.
As the stakes are raised again, will Bee succumb to the
sensual allure of this latest dare?
The bus arrives
six minutes late. It’s crammed full of people. Painted faces are pressed
against the steamed-up windows. I spot dorsal fin hats and giant foam fish,
which can mean only one thing—it’s Shark Week at the Shedd.
The driver opens
the door, looks at me, glances behind him at the masses of bodies wedged into
the space. “You’re small. You might fit.” He flicks his fingers, ushering me
onto the vehicle.
“Thank you.” I’m
average size but I don’t argue. I pay my fare and slide between a broad woman
proudly wearing an I Heart Hammerheads T-shirt and a bearded man in a suit. My
hand sticks out of the suffocating human sandwich, my purse hanging over the
The bus jerks
forward. I slam against the corporate lumberjack, my breasts smacking against
his chest. “Sorry.” I widen my stance, better bracing myself, embarrassed by
He grunts, his
response swallowed by his beard. Moisture beads on his forehead. His suit
jacket smells like wet wool.
I stare at his
lapels, trying to act as though I’m not pressed against him, as though I’m not
sharing an intimate embrace with a stranger, our thighs, hips, chests touching.
The floor vibrates under my shoes. I don’t know how fast we are moving, as I
can’t see outside, my view blocked by bodies, my fellow passengers much taller
than I am.
A lady grumbles
loudly about great whites giving other sharks a bad name. “Everyone knows the
great white is the only shark worth talking about,” a man snaps.
their reactions encouraging the combatants. The verbally dueling duo exchange
increasingly shrill insults, drawing oohs and aahs from the shark-savvy crowd.
I wince, my eardrums ringing. Shark fans make Black Friday shoppers appear
civilized, and these adversaries are locked in a to-the-death standoff, their
hostility spiraling my anxiety skyward.
The man finally
calls her a seal lover, the ultimate insult. The woman shrieks. Foam slaps
against foam. Bodies sway. The bus stops, and everyone groans.
“Is this an
incident?” the driver asks. “Do I have to notify dispatch?”
Elley Arden is back with a
new sexy and emotional romance that will make you cry and swoon, all at the
same time, with MARRIAGE BY DESIGN, book 2 of the Designing Love series.
When carpenter Angie Corcarelli goes
steel-toe boot to high-polished loafer with her best friend’s ex, construction
engineer Stuart Perrault, sparks fly in Elley
Arden’s latest Designing Love novel, Marriage by Design.
Family first. That motto
led Angie Corcarelli to become a carpenter and take over the family
construction business when she was barely out of her teens. And now it’s
leading her into battle against her best friend’s ex. Stuart Perrault and his
swanky, family-run construction engineering firm have been tapped to oversee a
highway project that includes demolishing a stretch of row homes. Over her dead
body will it come to that. Stuart Perrault knows a thing or two about family
allegiance. For the past fifteen years, he’s been working alongside his brother
and father, dreaming about the day he’d be named CEO of the Perrault Group. But
then came the bridge debacle in Paris. And now his dream seems a little further
away. As he fights his way back to the top of the company, he isn’t about to
watch another project fall apart just because his ex-girlfriend’s best friend
is a loose cannon.
When Stuart’s father insists he take
Angie out to dinner and neutralize things, he obliges. But has he bitten off
more than he can chew? Angie isn’t at all what he expected, and his usual
self-control doesn’t seem to work when he’s around her.
The more time Angie spends with Stuart,
the harder it is to see him as the bad guy she’d believed him to be. But
falling for each other would mean going against their respective families. Are
they strong enough for that?
The first date I had with my husband resulted in his Pepsi
being spilled on my white shorts. It wasn’t pretty (The stain never completely
faded.), but his clumsy/nervous streak didn’t stop me from seeing him again. In
fact, the awkward moment turned comical fast, and by the end of the night it had
endeared him to me. I try to keep that in mind while I’m writing romances.
Awkward moments can be cute, sweet, and heartwarming. They
can definitely lead to more dates, like in the following instances from books
In my newest release, Marriage
by Design (Designing Love #2), the heroine, Angie Corcarelli, is sitting across
a pub table from the hero, Stuart Perrault, who is her business rival, when she
realizes he’s somehow become much more. He slips his hand over hers, and she
knows that despite her best attempts at deluding herself, this is an actual date
… and things between them are about to rocket to a whole new level.
In Heal My Heart
(Kemmons Brothers Baseball #3), heroine MJ Rooney pushes hero Dr. Tag Howard to
open up about his family only to find out how bad his childhood had been.
Multiple times during the evening, she regrets opening her mouth, but it’s that
level of intimacy that brings them closer.
And in maybe my favorite awkward-moment-turned-fabulous from
Change My Mind (Kemmons Brothers
Baseball #2), Centerfielder Grey Kemmons shows up at an event to play surprise
escort to his realtor Nel Parker only to realize her entire inquisitive family
is there, too. (Nothing like meeting the parents out of the blue!) Nel makes it
through the awkward introductions and ensuing conversation, and by the end of
the night, she realizes how perfectly Grey fits into her life.
I love it when awkward moments lead to good things.
Of course, awkward moments can also spell the end of a
relationship before it begins. I don’t have many instances of lousy first dates
in the stories I’ve written, but what I do have is pretty unforgettable.
Psychotherapist Maggie Collins, the heroine of Save My Soul (Kemmons Brothers Baseball #1), is in a coffee shop
with a man she recently met at a gas pump when he shows off a picture of … wait
for it … his wife and eight kids! The man turns out to be a polygamist looking
for a second wife.
Can you beat that? I know I can’t. But I’d love to hear
about your awkward first dates. If you had one, did it lead to more dates, or
did it spell the end of the relationship?
About Elley Arden:
Elley Arden is a born and
bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as
Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a
night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English
toffee is the key to happiness.
Getting mistaken for a prostitute is not part of Sophie Dalton's life plan. Not that Sophie even has a life plan. She's perfectly happy being everyone's favorite party girl. But then a Las Vegas bachelorette party goes awry, and an uptight businessman gives Sophie a new label: hooker.
Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. When the same jerk who mistook her for a prostitute shows up as Sophie's new boss and her perfect sister's new boyfriend, Sophie's carefree existence is turned upside down. Grayson Wyatt may have infiltrated family dinners and her professional world, but Sophie's not about to let a judgmental prude anywhere near her personal life.
As Gray's icy stares give way to quiet smiles, Sophie realizes that the one man she's been so desperate to get away from just might be the one she wants to keep around forever.
Winning author, Lizzy Ford, gives us an emotional, sexy read with her first Sons of War novel, SEMPER MINE.
Marine captain tortured by the death of his men in Iraq returns home and falls
in love with the sister of one of the slain, who blames him for the massacre
that killed her brother. SEMPER MINE, is a standalone novel in the
Sons of War contemporary military romance series.
“A freak accident landed both of the Khavalov
twins under my command, just before a routine mission turned into a nightmare.
I brought home one twin in a coffin and the other in a coma missing his leg. I
did everything right – and still people died. I can’t forget that night or how
many lives it changed, including mine.
It’s natural for their sister, Katya, to blame
me. I made one decision in the middle of a firefight, and it shattered her
sheltered world. I’m the ice to her fire, and when we first meet, it’s not
pretty. I don’t fear war or death, and I am definitely not going to let a
beautiful woman with a quick temper and broken heart scare me off, either. I
know she’s hurting, and I’m determined to make sure she’s okay. It’s the least
I can do for the twins.
I may have failed them that night, but I won’t
fail her. What I’m not counting on: the feelings she ignites within me.” –
Captain Sawyer Mathis
Also in the Sons of War series: SOLDIER MINE, coming fall 2014!
About Lizzy Ford:
Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult andadult romance readers, to include the
internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of
Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing
brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth
enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to
include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives
in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.
is across the room, hands on hips, watching. Impossible to read as usual,
though one eyebrow is up in either accusation or inquisition. He nods his head
to the side in a silent command for me to join him.
I have no idea
where this guy gets off thinking he can boss me around. It might work
with his men,
but not with me.
I go outside
instead, feeling claustrophobic.
Maybe being here
is a mistake. I want to think it’s for Petr and Mikael – and it is – but
reason I feel compelled to stay. I think there’s a piece of me that needs
this,too, though I’m not sure why, when this is totally not my scene.
Tossing my head
back, I gaze at the late afternoon sky, so blue and beautiful. The forest calms
me, and I shake out my shoulders.
“Is there anyone
here you don’t have a problem with?” Captain Mathis asks from behind
“We’ll find out,
He’s quiet. I
have a feeling he’s not entirely certain what to say in response.
After a minute,
he circles and stops in front of me, reaching for my belt. Not expecting
proximity, I freeze where I’d normally move or push him out of my space. He
of coconuts once more, and I find myself staring at the width of his chest and
the shapely arms and shoulders. His brown eyes are the shade of dark chocolate,
his skin rendered golden by the sun and his hair kept in a neat high-and-tight.
His heated strength is different than that of my brother’s.
I notice his
body, how close he is to me, the way his roped forearm muscles shift with the
movement of the long fingers unsnapping my belt. I’ve never paid any attention
to my brothers like this.
“Grommets on the outside,” he instructs me. He
steps closer to pull the belt out and
twist it before
settling it again at my waist. Snapping it into place, he drops his hands but
remains a little
too close for my comfort.
In a manner of
seconds, I’ve forgotten why I hate him and Brianna. It’s uncanny, as if my
senses overtake conscious thought when he’s around.
old enough to fight his own battles.”
Anger stirs, and
I look up at him. “I know that!”
is calm, always so calm. I wonder what it feels like not to experience
emotions the way
“So you’re just
picking fights today?” he asks.
“None of your
“For this week,
it is,” he says firmly. “We’re a team. If you’re going to be picking fights all
week, I’d like
“Why? So you can
trade me?” I challenge, crossing my arms. Being so close to him is a
intense right now. I step back self-consciously.
“So I can make
sure I have your back, if it elevates,” he responds. “It’s what teams do.
Take care of
Mikael.” I can’t help it. I’m feeling furious with the handsome man before
me once more.
doesn’t even blink. If anything, he seems to grow colder. “Whatever you
think you know
about me, I will have your back, because that’s the way this works.”
It’s not what
I’m expecting to hear. He has a way of either infuriating me or deflating my
anger. The weird
tension stretches between us, the one that manages to replace thought with a
physical awareness of his body.