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Ashley said for someone to do one for her. I picked me because I want to darn-it! I read 2 of the books on the last one. Sigh. I thought this following scene was really hot so I'm sharing it with you all:
(to set the scene she is a bit sexually repressed. Hero has her naked on her hands and knees in front of a big mirror)
"You're so wet and soft. You love it when we do it like this don't you?"
She tried to speak but her throat was vibrating, and would not obey any mental commands. She gave him a jerky nod.
He flexed his hips, pushing deeper, his breath ragged in the silent room. His slowness maddened her. "You like that?" he demanded.
She heaved back against him with an impatiant gasp
"You want more? How do you want it? Deeper?"
She looked in the mirror and was lost in his dark gaze, in the pulsating magnetism of his sexual power. "Deeper" she whispered.
His fingers dug into her bottom. "Harder?"
She nodded, opening and reaching for him with every part of her whole self. "Yes. Harder. Now"
He thrust deep, his body slapping against her backside, jerking a sharp cry from her throat. "Like that?"
"God Yes!" She sought his rythm and lifter herself up to meet him. With each stroke she was more soft and wet and wanting.
"Look at us" he demanded.
Contemporary non-paranomal. Not Lisa Marie Rice.
That's only a small part of that love scene. Here's more:
"Look at us" he demanded. "how your t's swing forward every time I put it to you hard...like...this" He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust. "God, it's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen"
She stared at herself dazed. The sight was more erotic than the most unihibited sexual fantasy she had every permitted herself. Her hair hung over her face, her breasts dangled and swayed, her legs were opened wide,her bottom high. And (h) behind her, as beautiful as a god, his muscular golden body driving into hers, gleaming with sweat.
He was so sexy, so strong, his big hands dark against her white flanks, the tendons standing out on his throat. He studied their image in the mirror, fascinated, one brown hand sliding up to caress her breasts.
Oh my goodness! I'm warm all of a sudden...thanks. This is going to be hard because I am not up on the contemporaries.Think I'll just sit back and wait for more clues...I could get lucky.
It's not an anthology but it is part of a series. Here's another excerpt because I'm having fun. Not as racy as the first but I liked it.
In this one he's finally letting her have some control of one of their encounters. She's acting out a fantasy that she's a pirate queen who's just taken him captive. She's ordered him into the middle of the room and commanded him to strip.
Then she was touching him, her cool fingers brushing across him, measuring, petting, teasing. Cupping his balls, gripping his c**k. Sliding her soft hand with agonizing slowness. Squeezing. Oh God this was going to kill him.
"Very nice. Big and strong and vigorous looking" she murmured. "I haven't seen such a fine specimen in a long time"
He tried not to groan "seen a lot of them, hmmm?"
"Oh more than you can imagine" Her hands were getting warm as they brushed over his a$$, gripping the hard muscle with an approving sigh. "All colors and shapes and sizes. I'm insatiable you see. I keep them for as long as they arouse me. It's in your best interests to try very hard to please me, if you wish to stave off that inevitable day that you bore me and I decide to make you walk the plank after all."
"I'll do my very best" he promised
"Wise lad" she murmured, her cool hands sliding tenderly over his chest, feeling every bump and hollow. "Lie down on the bed"
Grinning seemed out of place in her fantasy scenario but he had no control over his face. He didnt' care though. He had abandoned his brain, he was in a free fall. She could do anything she liked with him. He spread-eagled himself on the bed and grinned up at her like an idiot.
(heroine) sauntered up to the bed, reaching back to unhook her skirt.
"Do I need to tie you, or are you going to be a good boy"
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Hmmm, the reference to 'cooks fingers' makes me think of an Emma Holly which featured a restaurant setting, but I think the hero was the chef. Cooking Up A Storm, that was it. Personally, it was a bit too slutty for me (rampant cheating all around) but it is classified as erotic.
OK here's another excerpt and a couple clues.
The series is primarly about brothers but the 1st book (this one) is about their friend/coworker. Hero is very alpha and sometimes hard to like but he's trying. Heroine starts off a bit weak but builds her strength as the book progresses. I have mentioned this book recently on a thread or two.
(further along in the pirate game)
(hero) nudged himself inside her body again. "that's what gets her, see. Her heart. Sailor stud finds the key to it. He gets past her armor, sees all her secret wounds. He understands why she's such a scary, bad-ass babe, why she thinks she needs all that control. He finds the vulnerable woman inside and for the first time ever he makes that woman feel safe"
"oh!" she gasped.
His hand slid beneath her buttocks, lifter her so he could wedge himself still deeper. "But it goes both ways" he said "Sailor stud is in bad trouble. He's never had is so good, see? He's almost willing to just surrender. Almost willing to surrender to a life of humiliating captivity, just so he can have that red-hot, sex-craved pirate queen lather him up and ride him into screaming oblivion every night. And before he knows it, crash, bam. He's in love with her too"
She reached up, grasped his shoulders and hung on for dear life. "A disaster" she said "what a dilemma"
"hell yeah. It's a nightmare for the poor bastard."
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It's pending on someone's WL right now. I think there's only one person waiting for it, if you want to wait and see if they accept it or not. They have 2 other Shannon McKenna books on WL too so I'm assuming they will but you never know.
Well. I just looked apparently it's up to 3 now. There was only 1 on WL when I started reading it and now there's 2 people after the one that's on hold now.
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I didn't forget it's just been a little nutty at my house tonight. It always is on the kids first day back to school after vacation. We started the day off with a snow delay so they're all mixed up.
Anyway......... I'll go find a book
OK Got one...........
"F**k fair." He breathed in deeply the scent of her hair and said into the top of her head, "I never play fair. Fair is for whiners and weenies." He slid one hand to her belly and bunched her T-shirt in his fist. The sound of his breathing and hers filled his ears. Standing within the dark corner of the store with ___ in his arms, the rest of the world and its problems faded. "I've pictured you here," he said as he slid his other hand up and filled his palm with her soft breast. " In one of my fantasies. You let me eat strawberries off you." Through her shirt, he felt her hard nipple against his palm. His lungs squeezed, and the pit of his belly got tight. His dick got so hard that he had to lock his knees. " Then you rode me like a rodeo queen."
She turned her head and looked up at him. " Where?"
" Checkout counter."
" Perverted." Her lips softly kissed his jaw. " That's where I bag groceries for little old women. I like it."
" Then we had sex a second time in the back on the table where your grandfather cuts meat."
" Am I on top again? " She kissed beneath his chin.
" No, I'm driving that time."
" Stainless steal is chilly."
" Not when we're on it."..................................
Not a paranormal.
Ok here's another quote. It's not steamy, sorry, it's the very last scene of the book.
"Sunny Vale Ale," a masculine voice next to her ordered.
" Draft or bottle, " the bartender asked.
" Bottle's fine."
_____ ran her gaze up worn Levi's and a blue flannel shirt to a pair of green eyes. " Wanna see my tattoo?" she asked.
The bartender put the beer on the bar, and ___ raised it to his lips. " Are you propositioning me?"
"Yep." She stood and set down her mug. " We have nine hundred and twenty fantasies we have to get started on."
He took a drink, then lowered the bottle. " Nine hundred and nineteen," he said through a purely lascivious grin. He grabbed her hand and walked with her from the lounge as fast as his boots would carry him. " But who's counting?"