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Monday, August 3, 2015

It's Back! Summer Heat

The summer heat is on! Today's meme highlights those moments that uptick our pulse or make us swoon when we read them. As all desire begins in the mind, here's an opportunity to make us want...your book.  In comments, share a sexy, sensual, sizzling, or scorching snippet 200 words or less.

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Peggy Jaeger said...

There's No Place Like Home
by Peggy Jaeger

“I don’t want any more ice cream,” he told her, his hands resting under the shirt on her bare waist.

“Oh? What do you want, then?”

“Just this,” he told her, putting his mouth on hers again. “And this,” he added, trailing his lips down her throat. “And maybe some of this.” His hands pushed open the shirt and pulled it down her shoulders to reveal her breasts. When his mouth closed on one already swollen nipple, his tongue ice cold from the recent confection, Moira almost dropped the bowl into their laps. Without missing a beat, Quentin moved to the other breast and took the bowl from her at the same time, placing it out of reach. “And I want all of this,” he said, his hips pushing up against her.

Christie Adams said...

A Wanting Heart (Club Aegis 2.5)
by Christie Adams

They just had to be in time for something slow, didn’t they? He pulled her into his body, the heat of his palm at the small of her back far more intimate than if he’d blatantly aimed lower. His other hand curled around hers and pinned it against the hard wall of his chest. Held so close, she had no choice but to curve her left hand around the back of his neck, the cool silk of black hair teasing her fingers.

Thank God for the bodice of the bridesmaid’s dress – the rigid, corset-like structure would prevent Ryan from becoming acquainted with the fact that her nipples were already responding to his strong, muscular form. Her treacherous body shaped itself to his as if their years apart had never existed.

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Donna Hechler Porter said...

Breaking Promises (Children of the Light 2)
Donna Hechler Porter

The only sound in the room was the rise and fall of their breathing. Her fingers feathered his elbow.

He opened his eyes. She was inspecting the scars along his arm like she would a piece of fabric, running her index finger into first one ridge and then another. She flattened her palm and slid her hand upward to the pink gash, the only evidence of that harrowing day. She skimmed her splayed fingers across the ball of his shoulder and on to his collarbone.

His muscles quivered at her light touch. She trailed her fingertips down his collar bone and toward his chest, her palm flattening against the rippled, scarred flesh.

She leaned forward and kissed his arm.

“Annie,” he gasped. His pulse thundered between his ears. His good arm grabbed her shoulder for support.

She kissed his shoulder and finally his chest. The fire shattered his innards and tore through his legs. He could hold back no longer. He grappled for her face and crushed her lips against his. They fell to the sheets, their bodies locked tight.

They said little to each other the rest of the night with words, but they said a whole lot with themselves.

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Erin OQuinn said...

Cover your eyes if you avoid gay sex. Just saying ... This is a short passage from HUNTER'S POINT, in which the normally more passive Alex speak to his lover's sudden need:
He had never felt so masterful, so sure of himself. Rory needed to know how another human being could love and desire him totally, nothing asked in return. When he stuffed the thick, ropy cock into his mouth and Rory began to bellow in need, Alex almost ejaculated. But he squeezed the base with one free hand and did his best to relax his throat until most of his lover’s dick was somehow buried in his mouth.

And then he let it escape in gobs of spit, licking as it slid between his teeth, seizing it again and trying for more flesh. And all the while, he fingered and played the prostrate as though it was heaven’s own harp.
By now, the man’s words were almost gibberish, his howls betraying his need and greed. “Now, now …”

Rory came with a molten rush. The jizz filled his mouth with its tart insistence, and Alex swallowed it, wanting more, taking his own joy from his lover’s grateful release.

They seemed to lie inert for long minutes, both spent for very different reasons. He understood that Rory was emptied, basking in the afterglow. He himself was still shaking in a kind of wonder. ~He loved it. He loves me.~
The third of the Nevada Highlander trilogy

Sophia Ryan said...

Happy Monday, authors! Nothing like sex to get the day roaring. This month my new book, Sin City Alibi, will be out. I'm dying to share snippets of it with you. But for now, here's a heart-pounding little piece from 6 DAYS OF YOU...

I looked over at the guy sleeping in the bed next to me. One arm was flung up by his head. The other was under the covers, the movement at his crotch suggesting that he was greeting his morning wood.

I say morning wood like I know what I’m talking about. I’ve heard of it, of course, but had never actually seen it, didn’t know how it compared to all the other “wood” guys got. From what I’d read, it was something that just showed up, like a miracle.

Fascinated by this guy and his miracle, I rose up on my elbow, head resting in my hand, and watched. A tickling heat swept over my body like a feather as erotic fantasies swirled in my brain. Fantasies of me going over to his bed, slipping under the covers next to him. Of me kissing him awake, then kissing over his chest, down his stomach, and lower, pausing where his hand lay stroking himself. Of me moving his hand away and my tongue taking over. Of my mouth tasting, my tongue licking, my lips sucking that rock hard pole, until he—

He groaned and stretched, and my vision burst. His mouth tilted up into a little smile. The last vestiges of his own erotic dream, or just the simple joy of pleasuring himself?

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Susan Macatee said...

PG 17 rated excerpt from Civil War time travel romance, Erin's Rebel.

His mouth was on hers, hot and urgent. The softness of his moustache and chin beard tickled her lips. She opened to him, her tongue slipping inside to taste him thoroughly. He groaned, pressing the length of his body against her. Through her thin wrapper and nightgown, she felt his hardened need against her belly. Her heart fluttered in overdrive when he turned her and backed her into the wall. Cupping one of her breasts in his hand, he gently kneaded it and thumbed the hardened nipple through the fabric. Her breath caught, and she moaned deep in her throat as waves of pleasure raced through her core. He growled in response.

Her insides heated as moisture pooled between her legs. She didn't know how long she could last. Although she denied it, she'd secretly dreamed of this moment for months. Reaching between them, she attempted to undo the buttons traveling down the length of her wrapper. He obliged by helping her until, together, they slipped the garment off her shoulders, leaving her wearing only her nightgown.

Rosemary Gemmell said...

From The Aphrodite Touch novella - romance and mythology on Cyprus!

Donas caught her in his arms and raised her half out of the water. She glanced into his confident blue eyes and, without a will of her own, Carla rested her head against his smooth chest. It was such a sensation of safety that she could have remained there forever. She realized he had carried her back to shallower water. Gently standing her on her feet, Donas reached out a hand and smoothed her hair. Hardly daring to breath as their bodies touched, Carla stared into his eyes and time stood still. Then his lips replaced his hand, tracing the lightest trail of kisses down to her bare neck. She almost cried out in pleasure at his touch and all thought ceased. Every part of her body was in an agony of desire as she longed for his lips to claim her mouth.
“We must return to the others, sweet child.”
His words drifted to her from far away. “Must we?” she whispered. At the sound of her own words, Carla’s eyes flew open and she gasped. What on earth was she doing with this stranger, when her beloved man must hardly be any distance away? How could she?


Sherry Ewing said...
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Sherry Ewing said...

Today's excerpt comes is a medieval romance, Only For You by Sherry Ewing. Excerpt is rated PG.

Riorden’s hands tore at the fabric of her gown, and she heard, more than saw, the ripping of the neckline that surely was beyond any form of repair now. She could have cared less, especially when she felt his hands reaching beneath her bodice like a bloody pirate after a coveted treasure sunk beneath the waters of the deep blue sea. He easily captured her breasts in his hands and leaned down to tease her nipples with his tongue until they were taut little buds in his mouth. His lips made a trail up her neck until he nipped at her earlobe, making goose bumps explode up and down her arms and spine. Good God Almighty! She was about to crawl out of her skin, she wanted him inside her so desperately.

His tongue darted out now and then, adding to her agony until she heard him begin to murmur in his deep baritone voice what she could only assume were words of love. She wouldn’t know, since he spoke them in Norman French.

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Elise Covert said...

This is from the just released novel, Broken Circles. The excerpt is rated PG-17.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her immobile as again his tongue thrust past her lips, claiming her mouth.

Jack was in her again, at last. She moaned. All of that need of the last weeks, all of that arousal, all of that frustration and lust overflowed between them, ensnaring them both.

Jack pressed her again against the wall, his leg between both of hers, the force of his groin against her almost lifting her off her feet.

He pulled back finally, his teeth gritted. He stared at her, his eyes burning.

“Someday very soon, Nicole, I am going to fuck you senseless. Till you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t understand anything other than me. I promise you.”

He released her and stepped back, still holding one of her hands.

“Senseless. I promise,” he said.