I’ve noticed that several of my backlist books, including the entire Subtle Series, Fire Angel, Through Her Eyes and Flirting in Traffic are on sale at Kindle for $1.19. We have everything here from erotic paranormal to sweet sensual.
I’ve included the links here, in case you’d like to take advantage of a sale. I’m not sure how long the $1.19 price will last.
The Double Dutch door scene was the first scene that popped into my head when I started musing about what became Addicted to You. That type of door became the perfect prop to symbolize the existential and sexual struggle my hero, Rill, was experiencing at this crucial point in his life. To give or not to give…to live or to die. Katie is life, essentially, and he surrenders to her in this scene, even if he is still struggling…
He turned on the light in the pantry and just stood in there for a moment, staring at the mostly empty shelves. For a brief second, the image in front of his eyes struck him as surreal. Where the hell was he? What was he doing, standing in a musty pantry that looked as if it’d been built in the American Civil War?
It was as if some old, foreign film clip had been sutured into two sides of the movie that was his life. He stood there, his hand frozen in the motion of reaching for a jar of pasta sauce on the counter. Nausea suddenly rose in his belly; vertigo caused his vision to swim.
For a few seconds, he was terrified.
He abruptly put his hand on his cock, grimacing when he squeezed with his fingers. Perhaps it was a strange thing to do at such a disorienting, existential moment, but he was just a guy. If there was one thing a man knew was real, it was his cock. He grasped onto that thread of lust, that bright flare of the familiar.
He ripped at his button fly impatiently and struggled with his clothing. All the sharp arousal he’d experienced so unexpectedly yesterday at seeing Katie, all the need, roared through him in a potent flash. He slammed shut the pantry door and fisted his cock.
He’d thought of himself as a dead man walking. The sudden surge of sap flowing through his veins, fast and hot, both alarmed and confused him.
His head fell back and he groaned in mixed misery and pleasure as he stroked himself. He didn’t even bother to try to shove the illicit images and fantasies out of his brain this time. It was either fall into the dark abyss of meaninglessness or grab onto the one remnant of his humanity that remained intact in him.
He reveled in all that he shouldn’t, imagining what it would be like to bend Katie over at the waist and bare her ass, what it would be like to slide a finger into her warm, tight slit, to coat himself in her abundant juices . . . to push his cock into a pussy that’d squeeze every memory from his brain . . . every last drop of come from his boiling balls.
She could make him forget. He knew she could. If he got lost in Katie, the memory of how he’d disappointed Eden as a husband might fade, the sadness of losing her, even though he’d known deep down at that point their marriage was over.
Katie might be able to help ease the grief of knowing what died inside Eden’s womb along with her.
The fantasy was so realistic he felt himself cresting after only a couple dozen jerks on his supersensitive cock. He was panting and gritting his teeth, already at the vinegar strokes despite the fact that he’d practically just begun. In some distant part of his brain, he knew the explosion that was about to erupt out of his balls had been building since he’d seen Katie standing there so uncertainly in that hospital waiting room . . .
. . . maybe sooner.
He groaned gutturally as pleasure swelled in him.
“Rill? Is that you?”
His fist paused midstaff on a near-to-bursting cock. He opened his eyes and stared at the closed double Dutch door, breathing heavily.
“Rill?” he heard Katie ask, her voice closer to the pantry door now. He stood unmoving, every muscle in his body strung tight, his cock throbbing in his hand. Her voice had trembled slightly when she spoke his name. She must have heard him groaning.
She had to know what he was doing in there.
“Don’t open that door, Katie,” he warned.
He stood utterly still, his body straining, his mind hyperfocused, like a man with questionable balance who suddenly found himself poised on the high wire. His ears strained to make out Katie’s movements. The silence seemed to roar in his head.
His heart lurched in his chest when he saw the knob move on the lower half of the double Dutch door and the soft click of the latch slipping out of the catch.
“Don’t, Katie,” he demanded, but that wasn’t really what he meant. He wondered how she’d known that when the lower half of the Dutch door swung outward, the top half remaining closed.
He watched, his misery and sharp arousal rising, as Katie went to her knees.
He could see her full, shapely breasts pressed tight against an indigo tunic that she’d belted with a braid of leather. Her untamed mane of hair hung loose, curls and waves abounding. She’d said the color she’d put on it wasn’t permanent, and he was glad to see gold shining through the brown, the dye having faded further with her morning shower. He saw the lower half of her face—the delicate chin, the lush lips. She placed her hands on her thighs, the gesture striking him as prim . . . subservient for some stupid reason. Katie was hardly the submissive type.
Every ounce of his attention was focused on her mouth when it moved.
“Come here,” she said softly.
His cock lurched in his hand.
He staggered toward her, hating himself but recognizing the sheer impossibility of refusal. Besides, he was at the breaking point of arousal.
He came close, feet just an inch away from her knees. She didn’t move away, although she must be able to see him at this point. He placed one forearm against the top of the closed Dutch door, bracing himself. He leaned toward her.
Her lips parted.
He watched, spellbound, as he used his hand to brush the flaring tip of his cock against her lower lip. She remained immobile, allowing him to spread a thin coat of pre-come on her mouth.
His groan felt like it was ripped out of the depths of him.
Her tongue came out, pink and quick, wetting the head of his cock. An uncontrollable shiver of excitement rippled up his spine. Her lips enclosed the rim in a tight clamp while she licked eagerly, giving him the impression she wanted to press his taste deep into her, like she was doing a rubbing etching with her tongue to find patterns on his dick. Her carefulness, her obvious hunger—the sheer strength of her tongue—drove him nuts.
She sucked, and there was no other direction for him to go but forward in that volatile moment. The arm that braced him on the top of the double Dutch door bent at the elbow. He thrilled to the sensation of sliding against her wet tongue, of being surrounded by her sultry heat.
He’d been so primed before that it was almost too much for him to bear. He nearly shamed himself further and came on her tongue then and there. Only his greed for her, the desire to relish in the moment, helped him to hold back.
She pushed forward with her head. Several inches of his cock filled her mouth, but he knew the top part of the door stopped her from ducking forward too far. He stepped toward her, so that his feet bracketed her knees, and leaned into her, watching from above as his dick slid between pink lips. She moaned softly, and he clenched his eyes closed as the vibrations from her vocal cords buzzed into his flesh.
Friction—the need for it overwhelmed him. He pumped and grunted at the sublimity of it. Delicious jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. His ass tightened again and again as he thrust, but she kept up with him stroke for stroke, bobbing her head with as much range of motion that she could without hitting the barrier of the door with her forehead. Wet, sucking sounds intermingled with his grunts of pure pleasure.
He transformed into an animal in those precious seconds, a creature that lived only to vanquish its hunger and survive another day.
The top of his head fell against the closed portion of the door. He wanted to keep his eyes shut, to keep up some semblance of a barrier between himself and Katie. The truth was, he was about to explode, and he hated that reality almost as much as the fact that he couldn’t control his need to surrender. The moment was too fraught with tension and sharp pleasure, too laden with emotions he wished he could strangle into silence.
But how could he quiet this need?
Romance Reviews Today–As much a story about recovering from grief and self-discovery as it is about the unquenchable desire between Katie and Rill, ADDICTED TO YOU has a well-rounded plot, plenty of steamy sex scenes, and a complicated romance between fascinating characters.
5 Bookies, Book Lovers Inc.–Addicted To You is a story I thoroughly enjoyed, it provided laugh out loud moments along with scenes that provoked significant emotion.
B+Smexy Books–Really packs an emotional punch along with some very erotic scenes.
“A fabulous, sizzling hot friends-to-lovers story. You’ll be addicted from page one!” Julie James, National Best Selling author of A Lot Like Love!
Wow…that was quite a fun party squeezed into a small period of time. Thank you to all the terrific authors who participated. You guys rocked the house. And to everyone who stopped by, thanks for helping me celebrate the release of Addicted to You tomorrow! I hope you’ll see it well stocked at your local store.
Winners are abounding at the Addicted to You Contest!
Part of the big Addicted to You Contest was to thank people for posting the contest widget at their sites. Three $10 Amazon gift cards were given (or will be given away ) during the contest, but here’s a quick recap of the first two winners:
The winner of the 1st $10 Amazon Gift Card is Becky W!
The winner of the 2nd $10 Amazon gift card is JoAnna B!
And announcing the last winner today, Blanche! Congrats, Blanche!
Up next….I’m off to use the random number generator for the Kindle winner! As a courtesy, I will contact this winner, but if they do not reply to receive their Kindle or $189 Amazon gift card in three days, I will choose another winner.
Please join me in welcoming national bestselling author, Shiloh Walker!
BK: From where did the creative spark for Hunter’s Fall come?
I don’t know if I can pinpoint that exactly. This is one of the stories that was a long time coming and it slowly just evolved in my mind. I had the characters, the hero, the heroine…and the story just slowly came from them.
BK: What’s up next for you?
I’ve got one of my GRIMM stories due out in September and then after that, my romantic suspense trilogy. And I’m completely terrified about that…
Walker’s mind-blowing series continues as a woman on the run remains tantalizingly out of reach for a Hunter desperate to save her–and himself. (“Romance Junkies”)
Something strange is happening to Nessa. Ever since she survived a near-death experience she’s not exactly who she used to be—and enjoying every minute of it. Then she’s called upon to go to battle against darkness. If only she could remember why.
Dominic is having his own problems with memory, sanity, and hallucinations. Sent to Excelsior, the covert Hunter training facility, he senses a female presence that seems so hauntingly familiar. That’s because he and Nessa share a forgotten past.
As Nessa and Dominic regain their memories, their strange mission against evil becomes clearer. And all the more dangerous because whether they should trust each other is the still the greatest unknown of all.
“You’re too pretty.”
“Am I?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. It was a mouth made for kissing.
She was dreaming. Nessa knew she was dreaming. If she had any sense, she would lie back and just enjoy it.
Well, I already did that. And she had—three, no, four times over.
There was no way any red-blooded, straight woman could lie in bed with this man, dream or no dream, and not enjoy it. Not enjoy him.
His eyes were dark, rich as melted chocolate, framed by thick, curly eyelashes. His skin gleamed a soft, mellow gold. In the sun, she imagined that smooth, sleek skin would deepen to a darker gold. His hair was black, blacker than onyx, and thick. It had just the slightest curl to it and when she ran her hands through it, the jet strands twined her fingers.
She knew that from experience–she’d spent half the night with her hands buried in his hair.
They hadn’t spent much time standing up, but she guessed he was about 5’10. He had a long, lean build and she sensed strength inside him. Massive strength, but when he touched her, he did it with gentleness. Reverence.
As well a dream lover should, she supposed.
He reached up and traced the line of her mouth with his fingertip. She shivered under that light touch and felt heat flicker through her. Catching his finger in her mouth, she bit lightly.
Hunger blazed in his eyes.
She felt a response and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. “Well, if I had to dream you, I must say, it turned out rather well,” she mused.
He laughed against her mouth and asked, “How do you know I’m not the one who dreamed you up?”
“Oh, believe me, I’m the one who is dreaming. There is no man out there pining for me.”
No man waiting. No man longing. No matter what was promised.
I will come back…I will find you again…
“You’re so sad,” he whispered. “Why are you so sad?”
Nessa forced a smile. “Of course I’m not… well, I won’t be for long. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“I will find you. No matter where you go. No matter how far.”
With a snort, Nessa looked away from the TV and focused on Mei-Lin’s hair. The teenager grinned up at her. “It’s romantic, Nessa. You can’t snort like that when Daniel Day Lewis is on the screen saying a line like that.” With a sigh, the girl rested a hand on her heart and gazed the TV with rapt eyes.
The Last of the Mohicans was the girl’s favorite movie. They watched it usually watched it once a month.
Unless Nessa could see a way out. Today was Mei-Lin’s seventeenth birthday, though, and she’d wanted to watch the silly film before she went out with some friends.
Weaving the girl’s silky hair into a tight braid, Nessa glanced at the screen. Spectacular scenery. Strong, sexy men with big guns, innocent-looking girls with simpering eyes. Romantic bits like, I will find you.
It struck a knife in her heart.
Although it had been five hundred years, she could still hear Elias’ voice.
I will come back…I will find you again…
Only God Himself could keep me from you, love.
And God Himself had spent the last five centuries doing just that. Nessa couldn’t watch this damn film without reliving her memories. A time when she torn away from her husband.
Not by pissed-off Natives, but by death.
God had taken her lover from her, and God had kept her from joining him.
She was alone, and empty. So empty inside. Not even her dream lover could ease that ache. At least not for long.
Can I say how excited I am to be on Beth Kery’s blog? Oh, I’m very excited. Beth is awesome. She’s so sweet and soft spoken in person and yet she writes some of the hottest books out there! Gotta love that right?
So let me introduce myself. My name is Karen and I write romance. Mostly erotic romance though I can write with a little less steam (still hot though – I can’t NOT write hot). Some of the publishers I’m with include Samhain (http://store.samhainpublishing.com/karen-erickson-pa-114.html), Loose ID (http://www.loose-id.com/Fallen.aspx) and I have a historical novella, Lessons in Indiscretion (http://karenwritesromance.com/books/lessons-in-indiscretion/), coming out June 20th with Carina Press.
Today, though, I’m going to tell you about my recent self-publishing endeavor. My contemporary erotic romance novel (332 pages) Indulgent Pleasures (http://karenwritesromance.com/books/indulgent-pleasures/) is available now at both Amazon and Barnes & Noble. And for the month of June I’ve discounted the book to $3.99 (regular price $4.99) as a kick-off to summer promotion!
What’s your fantasy?
Stephanie Shaw’s ready to experience a fantasy or two all for the sake of her job. Research for the magazine she works for could result in her own column and she wants it. Bad.
Almost as bad as the gorgeous man she runs into–literally. Justin Hawkins is sinfully hot and ready to indulge in her every whim. A few stolen hours in the backseat of a car turns into the most passionate sexual encounter of her life.
But Stephanie’s keeping a secret. When she finds out Justin is a former pro baseball player, no way can she tell him about her job. The media-shy Justin hates being in the public eye and Stephanie’s documenting their sexual encounters for the entire city to read–anonymously.
A betrayal of trust hurts them both and sends them reeling. And also renders them apart. Stephanie’s devastated, Justin’s angry. Can this relationship be fixed?
Here’s an excerpt for you to enjoy (WARNING – X-RATED):
Justin’s mood had been off since she’d arrived at the bar. Stephanie had felt terrible for not being able to contact him, frustrated with the bus and the car accident that stalled her, irritated at getting stuck in the rain and her favorite dress soaked.
When she arrived, he’d been angry, quiet, brooding. Dark and sexy and his eyes were so penetrating it was as if he could see right through her—and he didn’t like what he found.
That hurt. It also made her mad, pissed she’d wasted her time meeting him when he was clearly not thrilled with her. She’d been ready to bail, more than eager to go home and take a hot shower then curl up in bed. Nurse her wounds with a little bit of pouting and a lot of disappointment.
Then he’d attacked her outside of the little pub with a passionate vigor that had surprised her.
And aroused her.
The way he touched her, kissed her, undressed her, it was different tonight. More urgency and hardly any finesse. It was raw, unbridled lust.
She’d thought they’d been lusty before. Compared to this, what was happening now, they’d been far from it.
His cock pressed eagerly against her and she reached for him, smoothing her hand over his erection that strained against the fly of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled, undoing the button and zip and then she dove in, encountering hot, silky flesh, hard and thrusting against her palm.
“Jesus, Stephanie.” His voice was ragged, full of urgent need and she stroked him, her own little whimpers filling the air with every lick of his tongue around her nipple.
The parking garage was essentially empty though she knew there were a few cars parked inside. Anyone could walk by and see them, most definitely hear them. Their gasping breaths echoed against the solid concrete walls and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing in the dark corner.
“We shouldn’t do this here.” Every word was punctuated by a pant since his wandering hands were working magic upon her skin.
He yanked her skirt up, his big hands full of delicate Swiss dot fabric and she found the contrast incredibly sexy. “We’re doing this here.”
“Justin—” He cut off her protest with a finger resting against the center of her mouth, his expression serious, the golden-green depths of his eyes glowing in the dim light.
“I’m going to fuck you here and then I’m going to take you to my house and we’re going to fuck all night. You understand?”
He removed his finger and she nodded slowly, her hair rubbing against the rough surface of the concrete wall behind her. His commanding tone and demands should’ve pissed her off, especially with his unreasonable anger toward her earlier but no.
All of it only aroused her, made her want him even more if that was possible. The thought of being taken by Justin so forcefully in a freaking parking garage, where anyone could see them was a tremendous turn on.
She thought of the fantasy list, how having sex in a public place was on it. Never would she have considered it but then again, she’d never been with Justin before.
Her skin tingled and she smiled, ready to get into it even more.
“Maybe we should do it in the car?” She nibbled on her lower lip, knowing what his answer would be.
And he didn’t disappoint.
“Shit, no. Too uncomfortable.” He reached behind him, yanking his wallet out and grabbing the handy condom he always seemed to have.
Good thing since they always seemed to have spontaneous sex in unusual places.
“You want to do it right here against the wall?”
“No.” He shook his head slowly, the glint in his eyes unmistakable. “I want to fuck you against the hood of my car.”
“Oh Justin…” That sounded crazy. But she wasn’t going to protest. She was in the mood for crazy, wild, unpredictable.
Stephanie had never been able to let go sexually as she did with Justin. One touch and she went off like a spark, the heat and passion consuming her so rapidly she didn’t have time to think.
She only had time to feel.
He grabbed her by the forearm and led her over to the car, stopping at the front of it, closer to the driver’s side.
“Bend over baby. Let me see your pretty little ass.” He kissed her, a sweet, lingering kiss, his tongue dancing with hers and she clung to him until he finally nudged at her shoulders with the tips of his fingers.
Then because she couldn’t not do it, she turned and leaned forward, pressing her chest against the cold metal of the car. She gasped at the shock, her nipples tightening almost painfully and she breathed deep, relaxed her body as much as she could.
His hands gathered her skirt once again, pushing it up above her waist so the fabric rested in a pile in the center of her back. His hands smoothed over her lower back, her butt and then he was tugging her panties down, the cool air hitting her heated pussy and making her squirm.
“Ah yeah, babe. Sorry but this is going to be fast.”
CONTEST TIME! I’m having a huge contest where the grand prize is a KINDLE. The drawing will be held June 21st but in the meantime, I’m giving away a variety of other prizes so please go visit my contest page (http://karenerickson.blogspot.com/p/contests.html) and check it out!
And in celebration of Beth’s book release and her Kindle giveaway, I’d like to offer up a $20 gift card to Amazon to one lucky commenter today! Just answer the following question:
Who’s your favorite sexy athlete?
I find football player Mark Sanchez mighty pleasant to look at. Who are you checking out?
Welcome, Eden /Eve, to the Addicted to You Contest!
Thanks so much, Beth! I always love to drop by and blog with you. 🙂
I remember first hearing of you in 2008, when Forbidden Fruit released to rave reviews. You’ve had a lot happen in your writing career since that time. Can you tell us about your many accomplishments and publications in the past few years?
A lot has happened in the last few years! FORBIDDEN FRUIT was profiled in Cosmopolitan’s magazine, which was very exciting. I wrote a few more books for Bantam/Delta after that-A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN and THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER. Then in December 2009, Bantam dropped their erotica authors and I had to reinvent myself. I went to contract right away with both Harlequin Spice and Berkley Heat (I write for them as Eve Berlin). My first Spice novel, THE LOVERS, and my first Berkley Heat novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, both came out last November. Again, very exciting! But I think one of the biggest changes came about when I decided to get back into e-books. Actually, my fellow Smutketeer and dear friend R.G. Alexander talked me into it, and I’m so glad she did! I’ve published nine e-books with Samhain Publishing, including my popular erotic vampire Midnight Playground series.
I love writing my e-books. There’s more flexibility there—e-publishers can take a lot more chances with challenging material than the big New York publishers, so I get to really stretch my wings and write pretty much any story I want to, hence my dirty vampires and my post-apocalyptic novella, THE BREEDER, which is part of the Wasteland continuity series written with my fellow Smutketeers. Many of my e-books are also contemporary erotic romance, so I get to write in a variety of genres, which keeps things interesting for me.
What’s a high point that stands out for you in your career?
It has to be when my agent first called and left a message saying she read my submission (that was a proposal for what eventually became my second Bantam book, THE DARKER SIDE OF PLEASURE) and would like to discuss my work with me. I was absolutely breathless! I didn’t get to talk to her for five days-a very long weekend passed in between that message and actually getting to speak with her—and I was ready to burst. It was pure torture, not knowing if this was going to be my big break or not. Luckily it was, and we still work very happily together-my agent rocks!
What advice would you give someone who wants to be an erotic romance writer?
Right now the erotic romance market is very tough with the New York publishers. E-books are getting the larger share of the market, which makes New York harder to get into than ever. I think starting, at least, in e-books, is the way to go. Not only are the e-publishers releasing more books, thereby making more slots available for newer authors, but honestly, there’s good money to be made if you work hard at it and can produce a good backlist. Not that money is the only concern for every writer, but if you want to be a career writer, then you have to earn a living. But each writer’s goals are different. For some, it’s simply that validation that comes with a publisher wanting to publish your work. Everyone has to decide for themselves what they want out of this career, no matter what they write.
As far as craft goes, just remember that a good erotic romance requires a consistent sensual pacing, that the sex must be a crucial story element, propelling the characters, relationship and story arc forward. Erotic romance is not just a lot of gratuitous sex scenes—the sex must be necessary to the story you’re telling.
What genres do you read? What other genres would you consider writing?
I read erotica and erotic romance, of course, but I also read a ton of women’s fiction, I love romantic comedy, both sweet and sexy contemporary romance, and the YA that’s out there right now is incredible!
I do have several women’s fiction ideas lined up, and one that I’ve been working on in particular—my deadline schedule has been insane the last few years, and I haven’t had the time to really sink my teeth into it, but I plan to by the fall. I’m dying to write this book when I have enough time to give it the attention it deserves! It’ll be dark, angsty stuff-I’m not sure I can write anything else-lol!
Tell us about your upcoming projects.
I’m about to jump into self-publishing with a short prequel piece to my Midnight Playground series, going into the Viking origins of my most popular (and personal favorite) vampire, Ever. I’ve just finished it, so I still need to polish it, send it through a professional editor, finish working with my boyfriend, Sam Saturday, on the cover design (luckily he’s an artist of many talents!), then get it formatted. EVER: THE TURNING should be out in the next month.
I’ve just starting to work on FALL EQUINOX, another contemporary erotic romance for Samhain to finish off my Celestial Seductions series. It’s in the early planning stages, so all I know so far is that it’ll be a ménage story, which I seem to have a particular fondness for…*G* I’m also working on my third Eve Berlin book, TEMPTATION’S EDGE, a BDSM erotic romance—the second book, DESIRE’S EDGE, will be out September 6th. And I’m awaiting edits on my next Spice book, FALLEN ANGEL, which is due for a February, 2012 release. This one is a very different kind of erotic romance about a young woman who was kidnapped by a satanic cult as a child and the ranger who finds her half-dead on a beach on the Mendocino coastline. An odd set-up, I know! It was a real challenge to write, and surprised me with how utterly romantic the story became as I worked on it.
What else…? EVERSONG, Book Four in my Midnight Playground series, will be out this fall, and I’ll also start work on a steampunk novella that will be part of a self-published series the Smutketeers are going to work on together . So, you know…sitting around eating bon-bons—ah, the writer’s life!
Since you’re celebrating your latest contemporary release, ADDICTED TO YOU, here’s a peek at my last contemporary erotic romance release, PLEASURE’S EDGE:
How do you know…
For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Growing up in a dysfunctional home, she raised her younger brother–right up to the day he died in a motorcycle accident. Since then, she has lived a life of perfect order, leaving nothing to chance. Then she met the man who was everything she was not…and everything she wanted.
How far you can go…
Alec Walker is a writer of dark psychological thrillers–and a man who lives for thrills. From motorcycles to snowboards to swimming with sharks, there’s no end to his lust for excitement. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, and into The Pleasure Dome, the local BDSM club where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he truly fears is love, and allowing someone else to really know him…
Unless you go over the edge?
While researching a book on sexual extremes, Dylan interviews Alec–and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he’s a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly and seductively, though, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees , can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?
The alarm went off and Alec slapped at it blindly, turning onto his back. He’d slept on his stomach and come awake with a painful erection pressing into the mattress. And Dylan’s face in his mind.
In his body.
He’d gone to sleep hard and woken harder.
He willed himself to calm, but his cock throbbed with need.
In his mind’s eye he saw long curls shining auburn and amber in the sunlight, falling around her narrow shoulders. A pair of cool, gray eyes that seemed to hold some mystery, something she kept secret from him, something he wanted—needed—to know. Pale, pale skin like polished ivory. The delicate line of collarbone at the edge of her sweater, and beneath it, the curve of her breasts, perfectly formed. He’d been up late last night imagining what they would look like, feel like in his hands. The taste of her beneath his tongue. What it would be like to have her long legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, her pussy hot and welcoming…
Throwing back the blankets, the sheet, he reached down and stroked himself, his fingers gliding over his hard shaft, curling around it.
What would her lush, red lips feel like wrapped around him, her tongue snaking over the head of his cock?
He moaned, stroked harder, his hips pumping into his fist.
Her mouth would be wet, warm, but not as wet as her pussy. He would part her lean thighs, thrust into her, hard, over and over.
Her eyes would glaze over, her lips parting, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching him, so damn tight.
He arched into his palm, stroking, feathering his fingertips over the swollen head. He could feel the come rising in his body, his cock pulsing.
Yeah, just need to spank her gorgeous ass, then get inside her. To make her come. To fuck her.
The next book, DESIRE’S EDGE, is Alec’s best friend Dante’s story. Dante is a sexy Dom who is equally wicked and tender, with a little fetish for doing the dirty in the shower-my kind of guy! It’ll be out September 6th!
CONTEST! Since we’re celebrating contemporary erotic romance today, why don’t I give away something in that genre from my back list? If you like a good ménage story, you might like my e-book, SUMMER SOLSTICE. To enter to win a copy, just visit my Eden Bradley website, then come back here and comment, letting me know which of my book covers is your favorite. I’ll announce the winner in the comment section here tomorrow, so be sure to check back!