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Monday, July 25, 2016

Summer Heat #MondayBlog

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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Kate Hill said...

Feasting With the Enemy by Kate Hill
Erotic Vampire Romance

“You’re beautiful,” he said and beckoned her with a flick of his finger. “Drop your robe and come here.”

Happy to oblige, May shrugged off the robe and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Naked, she climbed onto the bed and knelt by his feet. She playfully tickled the arch of one. He jerked slightly and smiled.

Moaning softly, she kissed her way up his legs, running her hands over hair-roughened skin and squeezing rock-hard muscles. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his inner thigh while curling her fist around his cock.

“Seductress,” he said in a husky whisper while caressing her hair. “You always were irresistible, May.”

“I’m glad you still think so.”

He grasped her arms and tugged her on top of him. The sparse hairs on his hard chest teased her sensitive flesh. Their gazes locked and she lost herself in the depths of his eyes.

“Always,” he said and kissed her.

His firm lips were both gentle and possessive. May loved the way he tasted and felt. She adored his scent and the comfort of knowing he loved her as much as she loved him.

She trusted this man with her very soul.

Thanks for the chance to share!

Kryssie Fortune said...

From Taken by Twin Doms
A dark-haired sex God lay to her right. He gave a small smile. “Good morning, princess.”
The blond with the lion’s mane of curls watched her from the left-hand side, his cheek resting in the palm of his hand. “Feeling better? You crashed out on us last night.”
This morning, the Pearson twins seemed friendly, not in any way threatening, but Molly didn’t trust them an inch. They’d tormented her in ways that made her blush, broken through her taboos, and she’d … liked it. Now, she needed to scurry back to her room, grab her suitcase, and phone for a taxi. No way could she stay for the rest of the weekend—not after the things this pair had done to her. Only, given the chance, she’d do it again—as long as they ixnayed the death threats.
Whisky, the one she’d heard girls call Steve, slipped out of bed. God, he’s naked, but his body’s perfect. His sculpted chest and sleek limbs made her mouth water. The way his penis stood upright and proud fascinated her. Just looking at it robbed her of the ability to speak.

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Stephanie Queen said...

New Release Today!
BEACHCOMBER HEAT - a sizzling romantic suspense
by Stephanie Queen
rated R
Dane watched Shana reach back with both hands and lift the heavy mane of hair off her neck, arching her breasts forward and exposing the glistening pale column of her throat. Her head was thrown back, supported by her long bare arms gleaming with a film of perspiration. He stared and held himself as still as a mountain—with an effort. He wished they were anywhere else on the planet besides Captain Colin Lynch’s office at State Police Headquarters on Martha’s Vineyard.
Cap—the name his inner circle gave him—cleared his throat. Dane turned to him.
“Get on with it. What’d you call us in for—an overdue parking ticket?” Dane said.
Cap raised a brow and said, “No, but I’ll be looking into that.” Cap shifted his gaze to Shana. Dane held his jealousy muscles in check.
“I got a request for your services.”
That got Shana’s attention. “Do tell.” She dropped her hair and leaned forward, all business now. A rotten shame. But a relief to Dane’s too-tense man parts.


Bonnie Phelps said...

My Rodeo Man by Bonnie Phelps, snippet from Chapter 7

“You want to get out of here?” Desire flowed through his voice like molten lava, searing and urgent.
She smiled up at him, calculation in her gaze. “Tell you what, let’s play a game of pool. You win, we’ll go home right after the game. I win, and we stay and dance for another hour. Deal?”
He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. “Little lady, I cut my teeth playing pool. I accept your challenge.”
“So you say,” she said as she traced his lips with her finger. Her breast casually bumped against his arm as she turned away.
It was then he realized he was in way over his head.
When they got to the pool table she neatly racked up the balls and then tested several cues for weight, balance and length before settling on one she liked. She pulled an elastic thing out of her purse and tied back her hair.
“Let me guess, you’ve done this before?”
“Three older brothers who all thought they were God’s gift to the pool-playing universe. It became my mission to prove them wrong.”
Her saccharin smile jolted every single one of his competitive genes into high gear.

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