Well, the Velvet Cataclysm week is moving along at a brisk pace, and by next Monday, you could be the winner of EVERY prize on the days that you have stopped by and commented. Thank you for participating! I really enjoyed reading your answers yesterday. We had a lot of generations of vampires represented.
Today’s prizes are an ebook copy of Velvet Cataclysm, a Beth Kery computer keyboard brush cleaner and a Beth Kery bag. 🙂
Wednesday’s Contest: As many of you by now know, my tortured, dead-sexy hero Saint puts up an anguished fight to stay away from Christina, the heroine. (Don’t worry, he loses this particular battle gloriously, even if he does win all the other ones). In this particular scene, Christina finally gets a glimpse of what’s beneath her gorgeous landlord’s jeans.
My tongue-in-cheek contest question today is, what’s your preference? Boxers? Briefs? Boxer-Briefs, Commando…or Saint-Style? 🙂
Adult Only Mini-Excerpt
Her hands tightened in anguish on Saint’s shoulders when he separated himself from her.
“How…how did you know it was Aidan?” Her voice sounded hoarse, like she hadn’t used it in a week. It was the white-hot blaze of pure pleasure that had scored her throat, undoubtedly, just like it had the rest of her body.
Saint didn’t respond. Her senses swam in a thick haze of arousal. He straightened and her eyes sprang wide. He’d shoved his jeans down to his thighs. Christina had frequently admired—well, salivated, in fact—over the manner in which Saint filled out his jeans. Seeing his full glory revealed left her brain vibrating with stunned lust. His long, beautifully shaped, golden-hued cock flushed with arousal was one thing. But his penis was erotically highlighted by a leather thong that encircled his lower hips and both thighs, just below his round, shaved testicles. She caught a glimpse of two leather straps tied tightly against his muscular left leg, a thin sheath of sorts, strapped to his outer thigh.
It figured. Saint couldn’t just wear a pair of boxers like most guys.
He pulled his jeans over his hips, inserting his swollen cock down his right pant leg with a grimace. Reality crashed in on her as she watched him fasten his button-flies, wincing as he did so.
“You called him here with your mind,” she whispered incredulously. “You wanted Aidan to interrupt us…to interrupt this,” she said as she nodded to the juncture of her naked, spread thighs. His eyes flashed dangerously when he glanced to where she referred.
He turned his back to her.
Turned his back on her, Christina realized. A band seemed to pull tight around her chest, constricting her breath. Her lungs burned.
“Get dressed and meet us out in the dayroom,” he ordered briskly.
But Christina remained spread-eagled and aghast for several seconds after he left. No human could engage in something so intimate and then just blithely turn and walk away.
Of course, Saint wasn’t human, was he?
She blinked several times and looked around her office. The image of Saint’s retreating back was superimposed on everything she saw.
May 18, 2010 from Samhain