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Friday, July 15, 2016

It's Back! Summer Heat #FridayReads

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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gemwriter said...

Let's heat up the summer! A TAMING SEASON, the first Love at Lake George Novel, rated 18+:

Jason dragged Zoe behind him, still giggling, up the stairs and into his room. In one smooth movement he kicked the door shut and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her clear off the floor and spinning her around.
“Stop it, silly. You’re making me dizzy.”
He silenced her with an urgent, explorative kiss.
She met his aggressive tongue with her own, dipping, sucking, biting gently on his lower lip. Her fingers began working the buttons on his shirt as he peeled her sweater back off her now sweat-dampened shoulders. One strap of the silky tank she wore underneath fell to her elbow.
Jason groaned at the sight of that one, freckled mound. He started at her chin, his tongue on a journey with a definite destination. With two fingers, he grasped the stretchy fabric and pulled the tank down farther, taking with it the strap of her bra.
He stopped and studied her face. She was gazing up into his eyes with an expression he wasn’t sure he could read. He knew she wanted him. But he also knew he needed to progress carefully.
She’d told him already that she’d not been with a man since that night.

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Starla Kaye said...

From THEIR LADY GLORIANA, a medieval ménage story from Black Velvet Seductions. Rated R

“Nay, my lord, you do not displease me. At least not because you are far bigger than I. My concern lies more with whether or not your…” She looked down and her face reddened. “With whether your rod will fit inside me. I have seen it and ‘twas rather large. Impressively large.”

His shaft swelled at the compliment, swelled and ached. He tugged his tunic off. “My rod will fit just fine. I have great faith in that.”

Her eyes had darkened as she stared at his chest. “You’ve many scars, too many. You’ve suffered great pain.”

“None more than I suffer at this moment.”

He shoved off his braies and freed his cock, which he was sure had never been as hard or as long as it was now. She gaped at the size of it, but couldn’t take her gaze away. That pleased him even more. He took his length in one hand, stroked it once, and caught the heat in her eyes. “I cannot wait much longer to slide inside you, wife.”

“Can…can I touch it?” She reached for him, but hesitated.

“Aye,” he choked out the word.

THEIR LADY GLORIANA available at Amazon - B&N
Starla Kaye website

Mia McKimmy said...

Here's an excerpt from, THE SACRIFICE, Book 1 in the Sons of Sivadia Series. (Rated 18+)

Riana couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as Cy pulled his sweater over his head. The hills and valleys of rock hard abs glistened in the pale moonlight coming through the window. He was perfection, and very male. The impression of his erection pushed against the dark material of his trousers. She wanted nothing more than to feel that expanse of fine, male skin against her, inside her. He kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed, then pulled her into his arms. She wrapped herself around his warm, hard body.
As his mouth covered hers, electrified desire snapped and sizzled. This was what they’d both wanted since first laying eyes on each other.
Now she hoped they lived through it.

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Lindsay Townsend said...

Almost as if she sensed his attention she stopped at once and looked straight into his face, her eyes as bright as eastern jade. “If you were a true gentleman, you would let me go.”

“I am a mercenary.”

Without a flicker, she returned, “As a Christian, you should not treat me so rudely.”

What did she know of what one Christian might do to another? But he would not back down. If he was to marry this salamander then she must learn, and the lesson would begin now, whether he stank of horse or not.

He tightened his grip around her narrow waist, crossing his hands in the small of her back. As he inhaled her lavender scent and felt her lissome body mold against his, he was dimly aware of her standing up on her tip-toes. Before he realized what she was about, she had kissed him first.

He was so startled by the sudden tender sweetness of her mouth that he sighed, bringing a hand up now to smooth a tendril of her hair away from her sun-warmed cheek. She tasted of sugar cone and honey and, he fancied, cherries, although that might only be wishful thinking.

FROM "BRIDE FOR A CHAMPION" Sensual medieval historical romance.
Available as an ebook and print from Amazon, Nook, Kobo, Bookstrand.

Lindsay Townsend

Lindsay Townsend said...

Here's a new excerpt from my medieval historical romance, 'A Summer Bewitchment'. Elfrida, a good witch, has just completed a magic ritual while her husband Magnus has been waiting for her with plans of his own...

Magnus was not possessed but he was not himself. His face was grim, his mouth set, his brown eyes hard. Even the small gold cross in his right eye seemed to glitter. Dangerous, her witch-senses sparkled, but was she not dangerous, too? He kissed her and she took his kiss, embracing his crooked, warm lips with greedy fervor.
I have things to tell him, many things, but this moment is ours and we should take it.
“Naughty,” he warned, as she tongued and nipped his ear and throat, her fingers tracing his mouth, gliding over his body. So big he was, so strong and magnificent, so long-limbed, broad-shouldered, deep-chested, lean-thighed.
“I cannot taste enough of you,” she moaned, trembling beneath his answering caress.
His eyes darkened more and her breath stopped. She heard a ripping of cloth as he hauled off his tunic, flinging it into the growing shadows. At the back of her mind she caught the silvery whisper of the wood-elves’ approving laughter, then it was Magnus, only Magnus. She reached for him but he scooped her over, flung up her skirt and entered her.
She was ready for him. Feeling him hard and hot and thick within her, she sheathing him completely, Elfrida wanted only more. That filling, stretching rampaging. Magnus, crusading into her so she felt weak and strong at the same time. Pinned as she was, she could not move and her helplessness was strangely arousing.
“Elf, lovely elf,” he whispered against her ear, his scarred, bristly chin rasping deliciously against her cheek as he battered over and over into her.
“Goddess!” she hissed, as his pleasure met her sweet, sweet yielding.
Moonlight fell into his eyes, shimmered through her body and she was lost.

A SUMMER BEWITCHMENT - available from Amazon, Nook, Kobo, Bookstrand

Lindsay Townsend

Kryssie Fortune said...

Here's an excerpt from my latest novella - TAKEN BY TWIN DOMS
Like the book, the excerpt is 18 rated.

A masked figure came from nowhere. She saw a flash of blond hair and broad chest. He moved like a gunslinger, all limber hips and menace as he shoved her face first against the summerhouse wall. His fresh mint and melted chocolate essence delighted her senses, but he leaned in so close his hips felt heavy against her slender form. His cock pressed against her back, so thick and pulsing, she could feel it through her catsuit.
Heart racing, she screamed and kicked backward, but he coiled his body around her like an anaconda. A second masked figure emerged from the shadows, as tall and broad as the first, a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand. He approached in slow motion, more a sniper than a gunslinger, eyes hard in dark determination.
Her captor slid his hands around her slender torso and caressed her breasts. He laughed as her nipples pebbled beneath his touch. A pleasured moan escaped Molly’s lips, and she leaned into his touch. It shamed her that her pussy creamed and her body so obviously responded to his touch. Hell, he probably thought she wanted this, and if she was honest, deep down she did.

Here's a link to my Amazon Author page

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LindaRae said...

The Caress of a Commander by Linda Rae Sande R

William's wife brightened. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Stephen.I do believe he’s being chased by a chit, but he hasn’t yet figured out he has to catch her,” she said with a teasing grin.

William furrowed his brow, as if trying to figure out what she had just said. “Come again?”

“I would love to, but you’ll have to make love to me. I do believe you intimated you would,” she replied with a pout, her hands sliding down the front of his body until her fingers deftly stroked his hardening manhood and then cupped his sac.

Gasping at her bold move, William had his hands cupping the globes of her bottom and lifting her up and onto the bed before she could let out a sound of protest. She did let out a sigh of disappointment, though, when his teeth clamped onto the tiny button enclosure of her negligée and bit through the thread. He proudly held the button between his teeth for a
moment before blowing it onto the carpeted floor.

Returning his attention to Cherice, he allowed a sound of appreciation.
“Mon cherie, you do know how to take a man’s mind off his troubles,” he whispered, before lowering his lips to her breasts and belly.

Mitzi said...

The Guardian's Prophecy - Heat Rated: PG
Paranormal Werewolf Romance

Zoologist Kate Riley knows the stories of the wolf being an evil killing machine are wrong. She spent her own money establishing the Lenape Wolf Preserve to teach the public the truth. But now there are mysterious killings in the town near the preserve. The victims’ throats have been torn out by a large canine-like animal and suspicion falls on Kate’s wolves.

Although the wolves are micro-chipped and none have escaped from the preserve, the DA has issued a Cease and Desist Order against Kate’s Preserve. Kate is also receiving information from fellow scientists around the world that there is an increase in earthquake activity and a solar flare anomaly larger than the one prior to Hurricane Katrina. The flare is lasting so long that it could begin to affect the grid, causing a problem with communication.

The murders continue and the local police call Kate and another specialist, Patrick Brendan, to assist in the investigations. Kate is attracted to Brendan but not to his theory, the possibility that the murders were done by something un-natural, like a werewolf. Her scientific mind will not accept something so illogical. But could someone be killing people and making it look like it was done by a wolf?

And if so, why? As Kate and Brendan are thrown together for the investigations and again at the Preserve, Kate begins to think that it’s more than fate. He seems to know too much about what’s happening and Kate wonders if Brendan could have anything to do with the murders.

H. Lewis-Foster said...

Here’s an excerpt from my historical short story ‘To Protect the Heir’ (18+ rating).

You can find links to all my stories at:

Alex’s chest was throbbing wildly as he held Mackie closer, digging his fingers into his back.

“That’s it, Alex. You hold onto me. Everything’s fine now.”

Alex’s frantic heartbeat slowed a little, and Mackie breathed in the exquisite scent of his skin.

“I thought you were dead.” Alex whispered into Mackie’s ear. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Mackie felt Alex’s lips tracing delicate kisses across his cheek and onto his mouth. Alex tasted even better than he had in Mackie’s dream. He slipped the plaid from Mackie’s shoulder and drew his tunic over his head. Mackie shivered. It wasn’t the weather for being half-naked, especially as they hadn’t lit a fire, but Alex’s kisses and caresses soon began to heat the blood in his veins. Mackie’s mind flashed back to last night, and he longed to feel Alex inside him again, but Alex lay on the ground and pulled Mackie on top of him. Alex looked intently up at him and Mackie knew what he had to do.

Kimberly Westrope said...

From Brother's Keeper
Inspirational Romance - Rating G

After a half hour or so of swimming, Jenna needed a rest. She headed for the edge of the water. As she was able to stand up in the water, she walked toward the mossy green bank. Suddenly her foot landed on a smooth slippery rock somewhere below and she fell backward into the water. Before she knew what had happened, Paul was there, his strong arms lifting her out of the water.

"Jenna...are you okay?" he asked breathing heavily, as his hands held her firmly about her waist.

Jenna brushed her wet hair from her face and looked up into Paul's concerned eyes. Suddenly aware of their close proximity and the nakedness of Paul's heaving chest, Jenna pulled away from him, saying, "I...I'm fine." Turning away from him and scrambling up the bank, she added, "I think we should go now."

After gathering their belongings, Paul and Jenna walked in silence back to the cabin. Paul could see that Jenna was still shaken from her fall, but she obviously didn't want to talk about it, so he kept quiet, occasionally glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Jenna was shaken, and not just from the fall.

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Kimberly Westrope said...

Sounds like a good one, Linsay. I just bought it for my Kindle. Will let you know when/where I post my review. May be a while as I have a long list of books I am reading for reviews. :-)

Barbara White Daille said...

The last thing Layne needs is to have her ex-husband back in her life. If only she could remember that every time he gets too close...

This is from my new release, Cowboy in Charge, rated PG:

She stopped beside the truck and waited for him to unlock the passenger door. He kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her heart started to thump.

“You still fit up against me as if we were two puzzle pieces linked together,” he said.

“We’re a puzzle, all right,” she agreed.

He moved to stand in front of her. He reached for the lapels of her jacket, holding them closed, protecting her from the breeze. “I always did enjoy a good puzzle.” He tugged gently, bringing her a shade closer as he dipped his head.

His mouth was cold from the air around them, minty from the plastic-wrapped candy he’d taken from the dish beside the cash register. She wondered if he’d done that deliberately, too, taken the mint with the knowledge he intended to kiss her. The thought that he might have wanted...might have planned...might have looked forward to just this moment sent a pleasurable thrill racing through her.

“Still cold?” he murmured against her mouth. He slid both arms around her, holding her against him, warming every inch of her, outside and in.

They stood in the parking lot, in public, in view of her friends, the way they had done all over town during their dating days. And somehow she didn’t care.

Cowboy in Charge - Amazon

Jo Grafford said...

She shivered at his touch, more aware of him than ever before. The wine was taking the edge off the events of the afternoon, warming her veins and chasing away the horror.

She longed to slide her arms around him and bury her face in his shirt as she had done earlier. She wanted to finish tugging the polo from his slacks and run her hands over the warm, firm flesh beneath. She wanted...

She yanked her thoughts back before they could slide any further down such a dangerous path. Holland wasn't available. Furthermore, he was a paid employee.

Keep it professional. "Thank you for letting me stay here," she murmured, taking another sip of the wine.

"I'm happy to help out." He tugged off his polo and the white t-shirt underneath. Grabbing his glass, he carried it to the sink. At her widened gaze, he offered a wry smile. "Sorry. Getting comfortable is a nightly routine." Despite the apology, he didn't put his shirt back on.

She swallowed hard. It was the first time she'd seen him with his shirt off. He was fabulously toned, not an ounce of fat, with washboard abs disappearing below the waistband of his slacks. She forced her gaze higher, tipped her wine glass, and drained it.

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