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Monday, July 6, 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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E. Ayers said...

by E. Ayers

Many Feathers pulled Malene into the trees and wrapped her into his arms. His lips crashed onto hers. He parted them with his tongue. She tasted of coffee and cookies. One hand cupped her soft derrière while the other held the nape of her neck. She was sweet - soft and sweet. His tongue danced with hers as heat pooled in his loins. Hitching up her skirt, his hands found soft flesh.

She protested into his mouth, but he did not care. He wanted her as a man wants what he'd not had since before his wife had died. Her protests stopped, and she melted into his arms. He whispered his love in her ear in his own language, and she sighed as if she knew what he said. His lips traveled down her neck --------

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Peggy Jaeger said...

There's No Place Like Home
by Peggy Jaeger
His hands, so warm and big, circled her upper arms. The expression changed in his eyes when he stared down at her, from something soothing and warm to a red-hot poker heat in a heartbeat. She could feel her heart skipping in her chest, and that weak-kneed sensation hit her again as he slowly lowered his head to hers. She’d thought it was heat she’d seen in him when he looked down at her, but the moment his lips claimed hers, she realized it was much hotter than anything she could name. A slow slide of lava-hot need trailed down her neck where his tongue ventured. Her skin was seared inch by inch wherever he touched. He nuzzled the sweet spot behind her ear, than sucked the lobe into his mouth.

A lightning bolt of longing flashed within her. When a soft moan pushed up out of the back of her throat, Quentin tightened his grip, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her off her toes. He took her mouth with his, bent, and, with one hand under her knees scooped her up and walked her to the couch, his lips never breaking free from hers. He sat them down in a whoosh that made Moira giggle.
She pulled her lips from his and framed his face with her hands. “I thought you were going to show me the rest of the house.”
“It’s not going anywhere.” He kissed one of her palms, his gaze staying on her face. “And I haven’t thought about doing anything else but this since last night.”

Erin OQuinn said...

The cop Alex has asked his lover Rory to help him investigate a possible crime. Problem is, he’s asking five minutes after some roaring good sex…
Rory drew back a little, and his luminous green eyes bored into his own. “Lad, you are the most single-minded man I’ve ever met.”

“And you love that.”

“Och, aye, when we’re foogin. Otherwise, not so much…”

He laughed again. “You’re stuck with me, Drummond. Besides, I thought we were partners. Private investigators.”

Rory sighed, rolled to the edge of the bed, then stood.

“My bed again tonight, lad?”

Alex recognized that question for what it was. Rory’s subtle demand to top him again, slam his ass hard on this bed tonight, no questions asked, no flag of independence raised over the goddamn fort at Hunter’s Point.

He pretended to think it over. “Yes.”

Rory grinned and headed for the gigantic bathroom.

Alex moaned and took his boots off. Letting them hit the carpet with a thud, he eased his denims all the way down, then off, before following him. His ass was still humming, a mile deep and wide, and hell yes he’d sleep here tonight. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
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Susan Macatee said...

PG excerpt from time travel romance, Erin's Rebel.


"I didn't mean to upset you, Erin. If you don't want the brooch-"

"No." She clasped the pin against her chest as the meaning of his gift sank in. "It just means so much to me."

His look of concern softened into a lopsided grin. "I'm happy you feel that way."

"Thank you, Will." She slipped the brooch into the pocket of her wrapper, then stood on her toes, lifting her arms to circle his neck. She kissed his cheek, inhaling his musky scent.

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.

Jana Richards said...

This PG snippet is from my contemporary romance ONE MORE SECOND CHANCE:

Alex’s heart thudded against his chest as she stared into his eyes. He couldn’t look away. He lifted his hand and gently trailed his fingers across her full lips, her eyes, her cheekbones. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers, sighing at the feel of the softness of her lips. Her scent, something floral and sweet, surrounded him, intoxicated him. Need pulsed through his veins, but he held back, keeping his kisses light and tender when he wanted to mould her against him and explore every inch of her body with his hands and his tongue. She made a little sound of pleasure deep in her throat and, straining upward to wrap her arms around his neck, flattened herself against him, breast to chest, sex to sex. Restraint snapped. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She opened her mouth to him and his tongue swept every corner, mating and dancing with her tongue. Placing his hand on her buttocks, he pulled her against his growing erection, rubbing against her mound. She moaned in response, moving against him.

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Anne Stenhouse said...

This snippet is from Daisy's Dilemma. Not sure about the ratings, but it's a sweet romance with a little sensuality, such as:

Daisy's Dilemma Anne Stenhouse
She had dreamt this so often, even now she was unsure whether the Reuben in front of her was a figment or a man of flesh and blood. She crossed the room and set a hand on the pianoforte. It was solid and the wood of its casing felt cool and polished.
Reuben moved gracefully towards her and slid a hand around her waist lowering her onto the velvet covered bench. His smell teased memories, and she shrank from the intimacy of his touch.
“How dare you touch me?” she whispered into the silence. “How dare you come back and haunt me as if I would quietly stay abed and allow you to torment me again?”
“I thought you might faint, my dear...”
“I am not your dear,” Daisy gritted the words from a well of loathing that surprised even herself. She would have risen, but suspected her legs would not hold her upright, so great was the shock of seeing him again at such close quarters. Reuben sat down, and drawing her close, covered her lips in a blistering kiss.
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D'Ann said...

Falling Hard:
Rated; R

He pushed her robe back from her collarbone and nipped it gently. Teagan tipped her head back against the door, baring her breasts. Gage cupped them with his big hands, squeezing and kneading until she writhed.
With ease, he picked her up, carried her to the bed and placed her on the edge of it. She shrugged out of her robe as he undid his buckle, then the button and zipper on his jeans. With shaking hands, she helped him push his jeans and shorts from his hips. They pooled around the top of his boots and he stepped out of them, then kicked them away, along with his clothes.
Gage edged between her legs and she lay back on the bed. He knelt and circled her lower legs with his arms. Pressing kisses along her right thigh, he moved up until his mouth covered her center. She arched and gasped when his tongue delved into her.
Her uninjured fingers curled into the blankets as he tormented her. “Gage.”
When he turned his wicked tongue to her clit, she raised her hips from the bed. The sensation became almost unbearable and she tightened her knees against his shoulders.

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Dee Ann Palmer said...

From Christiana's Choice, a medieval romance

Incense filled the hushed chapel, its scent as familiar and comforting as the ritual use of the holy water and the sign of the cross.

Christiana’s upturned face as he turned to hand her the lighted shaft glowed in the soft light, as angelic as a fine painting. Their hands touched as he passed the candle to her, and he felt a small hot rush jolt through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the candle’s flame. He felt her start and knew she’d felt it too for her gaze locked on his own, her face a study in surprise. He held her gaze, fighting desire as it welled up inside him, creating the need to taste the sweetness of that innocent mouth, brush her eyelids with his kisses, crush her tight against him so she could feel how his body swelled with wanting.

Would her naked skin feel like silk beneath him, if he took her here, now? Would the holy stillness be broken by her keening cries as his body brought her to heights of love she’d never known?

In the flickering candlelight and the scent-filled room hazy with smoke from the tapers, it was as if they were caught in their own moment in time, as if they were the only two people in the world.

He thought neither of them breathed.

Carolina Valdez said...

From the erotic gay novella, FORBIDDEN LOVE

Desire, hot and forbidden, flared in Stan’s chest, then shot
down through navel and belly to unleash in his groin, instantly
causing him to fill until he was hard and ready, every nerve in his
being primed for love. Breathless from the delicious sensations
roaring through him, he held back and let his lover make love to

When the hands slid around from the back to the front to cup
and stroke what waited there for Brian’s touch, pleasure caused a
soft moan to escape Stan’s throat. When Brian unhooked Stan’s
trousers and slid down his briefs and slacks, he fought to stay
upright and not give in to knees weakened by longing. When Brian
knelt and took the length of him into his hot, tonguing mouth, Stan
fought not to explode that instant, but to let the feelings crescendo
to a mind-blowing eruption.

Sherry Ewing said...

Today's excerpt comes from my bestselling medieval romance, If My Heart Could See You, available in audio, eBook, and paperback.

Standing upon a stool, she raised the bucket and dumped the contents of warm water over her lord. Stepping off the stool, she watched through lowered lashes whilst Dristan shook the water from his hair. He came out of the tub, took a drying cloth that Patrick now handed him, and began to rid himself of the water that dripped from his hard muscular body.

’Twas only when Dristan turned, dropping the now wet cloth to the floor, that Amiria’s situation finally penetrated her slow work-ing brain. He was glorious to the eye with a body sculpted as if from stone. Her gaze raked in his body, noticing the broadness of his shoulders and the strength bulging in his arms. Moving her view lower she looked upon the ripples of rigid muscles stretched firmly across his stomach. She could not take her eyes from him, and blushed crimson when she glanced even lower to his manhood.

Amiria made as if to speak, but found herself unable to do so as her mouth became suddenly dry. After several attempts, she took one last look into her lord’s grey eyes and bolted for the door. Her cheeks, she knew, must be flaming red in embarrassment.

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Maggie Le Page said...

In this excerpt from A HEAT OF THE MOMENT THING, the heat is on ;)


It was a food quality check, that’s all. Nothing to do with my sweet tooth. I dipped my finger in, withdrew it, opened my mouth—

Matt’s hand closed around my wrist.

I started, looked up, blushed.

His eyes danced. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Quality control.” I composed my expression into one of serious scientist.

“Ah. And the quality is adequate?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll tell you in a minute.”

I tried to raise my finger to my mouth but, instead, it headed away from me and straight towards Matt’s mouth. I slitted my eyes at him and pulled harder. He smiled, but still my finger continued inexorably in the wrong direction.

“That’s my finger,” I said.

“That’s my sauce,” he countered.

My finger approached his lips. A pulse leapt in my throat.

“I stirred it,” I said.

“You certainly did.”

Since I couldn’t get my finger to my mouth, I’d have to bring my mouth to my finger. I moved my head closer. His eyes met mine over the top of my finger. Sauce trickled down towards my palm. He smiled, then closed his lips around my finger and sucked.

I gasped. Was instantly wet, hot, and ready. The spoon clattered into the pan.

His tongue trailed up and down my finger with seductive intent. He released my moist, sexed-up finger and moved on down to my palm, his tongue claiming every last sweet calorie.


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Iris Blobel said...

NEW RELEASE: I think I love you

Sarah moved her legs to straddle him, saying against his lips, “You taste like forbidden fruit.” That made him laugh again.
He kissed her. Deep, slow, and soulful. Pulling back for a second, he tugged her shirt off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. Without a word, he dipped his head and kissed the top of her breast. Everything inside Sarah reacted, and she felt something that felt suspiciously like melting. Goodness gracious, this guy knew how to kiss. Placing his arm around her waist, he rolled her underneath him in one swift move. Then he slid down her body, teasing her skin with kisses, and with torturous patience, he lingered at her thighs, kissing first one inner thigh and then the other until she moaned.
“Marky, darlin’,” she gasped, arching into him.
“I need you to hurry.”
“Patience is a virtue, baby,” he whispered against her skin, and Sarah dug her hands into his hair when his tongue found her most sensitive spot. Markus had her shuddering within only a few minutes, and when she was still shivering from the waves of pleasure rippling through her, he’d entered her and reminded her, the ride wasn’t over. There was more to come.