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“I’m just going to take a quick shower and change out of these smelly clothes. I’ll be right back. Unless you want to join me?” She asked with a wink over her shoulder.
An image of her, naked and soapy, rose in his mind. His cock swelled and hardened. Wild lust clawed at his belly and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to wait for her to clean herself up. He wanted her. Here. Now. On the floor, against the wall, hell bent over the couch he didn’t care. All that mattered at this moment was getting his dick inside her hot, clenching channel.
He caught up to her at the bedroom door. He spun her around and yanked her into his arms. He used her startled shriek to his advantage by thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth.
She melted against him. Their tongues tangled with each other, each sliding over the other playfully. The taste of her caused his head to swim. She was rich and dark on his tongue, like the most exotic chocolate he’d ever eaten. He wanted to savor her but he knew that this tie, he may not have the patience.
He adjusted his hands until one gripped the back of her head and the other cupped her bottom, settling her securely against his raging hardness. She moaned and wriggled closer, fitting him tightly at the juncture of her thighs.
This time he groaned. He pulled his mouth away. She whimpered and tried to recapture it but he eluded her.
“God, you feel so good. You taste like candy, Vixen. I could get addicted,” he rasped against her throat as he nibbled his way down. Her skin was salty from her workout but was oh so sweet.
Her only response was to moan and allow her head to loll backwards, giving him greater access to the flesh he craved. He took full advantage.
He dipped his head into the space created between her full breasts by the confining spandex of her bra. He lapped at the hollow. He felt goosebumps explode across her skin. She clutched at his hair in an effort to bring him closer.
He didn’t want to but he released her head and brought his hand down to cup her. He kneaded the soft mound that overfilled his palm. She shuddered.
He smiled against her skin.
He loved this. Loved that he had the power to make her shudder, make her moan, and yes, before the day was over, he was going to make her scream.
He used his thumb and forefinger to pluck at the distended nipple that was clearly visible against the fabric covering it.
“Yes,” she hissed, pressing herself deeper into the caress.
“You like that?” he asked with another pinch between his two digits.
She bobbed her head up and down.
“Do you want me to lick you?”
Another tight squeeze.
“Yes,” she said.
“Do you want me to suck you?”
A pinch. A pluck.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
“So responsive,” he said as if to himself.
“Please,” she groaned, her frustration evident in her voice.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Using both his hands he yanked down the offending, letting it rest beneath her breasts so that they were offered up like a feast to his lips.
Before she could do more than gasp, he hand one of the brownish-pinkish nubs sucked deeply into his mouth.
She let out a small shriek. He ignored her and sucked harder. He used his other hand to toy with the opposite nipple.
Her breath came in great shuddering gasps that boomed in his ears.
He pulled his mouth from her nipple so that he could use the flat of his tongue to lap at her. She made incoherent noises that told him that he was driving her out of her mind. He reveled in the power he had over her. Her body belonged to him. It was his to do with as he wanted. He couldn’t be sure but he would bet even money that no man had ever made her feel the way he did.
Not even her precious Jerome.
He caught one swollen bud between his teeth and nipped it.
Her knees weakened and he had to release the captive flesh in order to secure an arm around her waist, lest both of them fall to the ground. He kept a tight hold on the nubbin between his teeth. He bent her back over his forearm so that more of her was available to his ravenous mouth.
When he felt her legs could once again support her weight, he released her. He pushed her breasts together so that he could swing back and for between each tempting morsel more quickly.
His scalp ached from the death grip she had on his hair but he didn’t care.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said.
He shook his head. “Too far. Here. Now.”
He shoved her against the wall and settled himself between her legs. He felt her heated center through the layers of fabric separating them. He rubbed the ridge of his cock against the moist heat of her.
She lifted one leg so that it rested on his hip, opening herself wider to his caress.
“You are so hot. I can’t wait to slide deep inside of you.”
“Please,” she moaned again.
He reached his hand down the front of her shorts until he cupped her center. Her panties were soaked. He pushed them aside. She was slippery with her arousal. His mouth watered as he remember the fresh peach taste of her against his tongue. The first chance he got, he was going to bury his face in her fiery honey again. Right now, he had other plans for her.
His thumb found the small mound of inflamed flesh hidden beneath a hood. He used it to thrum against it.
She let out a small shriek and trembled in his arms.
He smiled against her neck and did it again. This time, he slid his index finger into her. Her heated flesh sucked at the buried digit. He added a second finger and a third until he felt she could take no more. He pulled back to look at her.
If she was sexy when she was sweaty from her workout, then she was downright lethal in her arousal.
Her head thrashed against the wall. The flush that had been in her face was now spread down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples, still wet from the attention of his mouth, stood out tight and hard.
He wanted more. He wanted to make her come, to have her juices running down her thighs where he could lick it up.
He used the heel of his hand to rub circles around her swollen clitoris even as his fingers pumped in and out of her. She rode his fingers.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open. They had gone almost black.
“That’s right,” he said, using one hand on her hip as a guide. “Take what you want. It’s all yours, Vixen.”
Her hips pumped against him. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get oxygen into her lungs. He saw the moment her climax overtook her and held his breath. It was one of the most beautiful sights of his life.
She hunched forward on his hand and shuddered through the orgasm bursting inside of her. Her tight tunnel milked his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel that around his cock.
He waited until the spasms stopped and she was leaning her head against his chest, slowly recovering her breath.
His fingers were slick with her juices. He raised them to his mouth and licked. His eyes fluttered shut. She was as delicious as he remembered.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be buried deep within her. He reached for the front placard of his jeans. Her hands beat him to it and pushed his away.
He cocked his head to the side.
“My turn,” she said.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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The other day I was talking to my friend and she was looking for something new to read and she was asking me for recommendations for books to read and I have to say that I was stumped. What do you recommend for the novice romance reader? I don't really know anything about her general fiction choices. Does she like mysteries? Thrillers? Who are her favorite authors? I do know that she likes David Sedaris. (As do I because, seriously, I want to be as funny a social commentator as he is. In my other writing life, I want to have a hilarious monthly column in Vogue or The New Yorker, even though I've never been to New York.)
As I was talking to her, I commented on the fact that while I really don't read too much fiction outside of the romance genre, within it, I'm very well read. I read historical, contemporary, romantic suspense, paranormal, interracial, and assorted other subgenres. The only things that I don't really go for are Sci-Fi or time-travel. The latter because I really can't see going back to a time without indoor plumbing or modern dentistry. Plus, as a Black person, going back in time for my people is not an appealing thought.
But my book choices today reflect my diversity. We have a romantic suspense and an historical.
Now on to the books.
Trial by Fire: The Firefighters of Station Five by Jo Davis
In the small town of Sugarland, Tennessee, an arsonist is on the loose. Kat McKenna is housesitting for friends when she comes by one night to find the home ablaze and calls the fire department. Inside, the firemen make a deadly discovery, a body handcuffed to the bed and burned alive. One of the firemen is Howard Paxton, six-foot-six-inches of rugged fire hunk.
For Kat and Howard, the attraction is instant and undeniable. Howard has some serious trust issues but Kat is willing to accept them for him. What she doesn't know is that Howard has somehow become the target of the deadly arsonist's rage. Can they find out who is doing the killing and why they want to punish Howard before it's too late?
This is the first of a series (obviously!). The next book doesn't come out until May 2009 which really ticks me off because that's like nine months instead of the usual six. I just hope I can remember that I really liked this book and I would dearly love to read anything by Ms. Davis again.
Okay, can I just say that I love the name Howard as hero's name? I've never considered it sexy before but when it comes attached to some prime beefcake like in this story, I really can see myself moaning that name. (That's my litmus test for hero names. What do they sound like when you moan them?)
I liked the story, especially the chemistry between Howard and Kat. The love scenes were good, very good. They did call this a romantic suspense but I'm not quite sure that it was 'romantic suspense' mainly because to me, the definition of the genre is such a nebulous thing. This storyline could just as easily have been classified as a straight contemporary. But what do I know? I'm just a struggling writer.
My advice: GO BUY IT!
Sins of a Duke by Suzanne Enoch
When Sebastian Griffin, the Duke of Melbourne, is asked by Prinny to become the liaison to an unknown Central American country, he's not happy. Especially when he finds out that part of the duties is to squire the princess, Josefina, around Society. Josefina is unlike any woman he's ever known and despite the fact that she smacked him in public and she continues to challenge him at every turn, he cannot deny his desire for her. But he also can't escape the feeling that something is amiss with this newly crowned royalty.
But is Josefina really a princess? And what will happen when the entirety of England becomes aware of the potential fraud?
I don't remember if I've ever read Ms. Enoch before but I will definitely read her again.
Now, this book was the last in the series and I have to confess I try not to read books like that but this story was entirely self-contained that I had no problems diving in.
My first chuckle was the the name of the island that Josefina and her family were the supposed rulers of was Costa Habichuela, the Bean Coast. It just made me laugh.
And Sebastian is my favorite kind of hero. Total staid Alpha Male with hot undercurrents of sensuality just waiting to bubble to the surface. There is something about a man who is forced to keep a tight reign of his baser desires that drives me crazy. He was kept from being a total buttoned-up frump by his daughter and their obvious affection. It was nice to see their interaction. And a surprise considering the way that Society, especially Dukes, behaved towards their children back in the day.
The only thing better is the brooding, tortured Mr. Rochester type.
Anyway, I liked the H/H combination. Josefina was just the type to shake up the uber-conservative Sebastian. And the love scenes were well-written and enjoyable.
Can I just tell you that in my opinion, historical romances were way ahead of the curve when it came to the level of sensuality in stories nowadays. I remember reading Linda Lael Miller, Susan Johnson, and Amanda Quick specifically because they were so much more descriptive. It took contemporaries a few years to catch up, and now exceed, historicals.
But back to the Duke.
GO BUY IT.
Until next week!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
One, I don't read books that I don't enjoy. I have no qualms about putting down a book 1/2 way through or even 3/4 of the way and never picking it back up again ever. My time is precious and I don't waste it.
Two, I don't get paid to review books. Please refer to reason number one. I don't read books I don't like and I don't waste my time. Getting paid to review books is not wasting my time. There are several websites that do reviews very well. A couple of my favorites: Karen Knows Best, Dear Author, and Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. I suggest that you visit them religiously like I do. These women are on it. They have all the buzz in the industry and they're just smart and funny peeps.
And three, I'm in the business. I hope to meet them someday and I want to make a good impression. I'm trying to get the stink eye from Carolyn Jewel at the next RWA conference. I don't need to be boxing in the lobby. I will throw down.
So that's a 'Just In Case' someone wants to knock me for my 'reviews.'
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Bound by Flame (The Dark Crescent Sisterhood Book 2) by Anna Windsor
The second book in the series starts off a few months after the first book. Creed and Riana are married. Cynda, the heroine, and Marilee have moved to the townhouse once owned by Creed and Nick, the heroine and Creed's twin brother demon. The house has now become the HQ for the OSU and the Sybils. The book starts out with Cynda and Nick meeting with an informant. It soon turns into an invisible demon attack. Turns out, the Legion or someone else, is targeting fire Sybils like Cynda and Nick is assigned to be her bodyguard when her sister sybils are not around. She's resistant at first (of course!) but after seeing the devastation of other Triads, she relents. Nick and Cynda and the rest of the Scooby gang must work together to see who is targeting the fire Sybils. All sorts of mayhem ensues, especially when one of the demons that they are hunting turns out to be Creed and Nick's brother, Jake. Oh, and Cynda has been ordered out of a relationship with Nick. Is Jake the bad guy? Will love conquer all?- (Of course, it's a romance novel!)
All in all, I enjoyed the book. I really like Cynda, she reminds me of the heroine in my current WIP. The relationship between them is also very interesting. One thing that I found curious was that although Cynda is a fire Sibyl, the chemistry between Riana and Creed from the first book, is way more explosive. I thought that it was quite the dichotomy. A strong addition to the trilogy and I only have to wait a couple more weeks until the next book.
GO BUY IT!
My Wicked Enemy by Carolyn Jewel
In a world of Mages and Fiends, Carson Philips is as lost as a babe in the woods. Practically held hostage for years by a powerful Mage, Magellan, Carson has been helping him for years without her knowledge. One night, she witnesses just how evil Magellan is and goes on the run. Fortunately, she is found by Nickodemus, a powerful Warlord. Unfortunately, he also wants to kill her. Along with Magellan's thugs. The good news is that he doesn't kill her, the bad news is that Magellan has been slowly poisoning her for years so that he could suppress her use of her magic but still be able to draw it from her and she only has a little while to live. Together Carson and Nikodemus must stop Magellan from his evil plotting and find a way to save Carson's life before it's too late.
First off, this book was a real lesson of world building in the paranormal. It has some crazy complications. The synopsis that I gave you is really bare bones because so much is happening in this story that there is no simple explanation. How Carson gets saved is also weird and I'm not sure I understand it. I would give you more info but too much can ruin the book and I want you to discover it for yourself.
There was one part that I didn't enjoy. At times in the book, it seemed like there was going to be threesome, which I don't object to, but it came so late in the game that it kind of put me off. And the heroine does have sex, I think, with someone other than the hero. But it wasn't clear if it was happening in reality or in her head like some super hallucination. Either way, it grossed me out.
Well, two parts because one time Nikodemus and Carson were having sex and and he turned into his demon self and the author chose not to give us a description of what he looked like. Big downer.
However, the rest of the book makes up for these lapses and I am definitely looking forward to reading another one of her book.
Man, I need a ratings system.
Aren't you proud of me for getting you the Sunday Book Blog on an actual Sunday?
Friday, August 1, 2008
So, onward an upward. I will keep you informed as to my progress. In the mean time, check me out with my critique partners on our blog, Colorado Vixens. I did a little information dump over there about us and our writing.
See you later.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
This weekend I discovered a new author. Anna Windsor.
Well, I didn't 'discover' her so much as ran across her book at Barnes & Noble and the book sounded good.
Bound By Shadow (The Dark Crescent Sisterhood) Book 1
A Trio of Demon Hunters called Sybils are out protecting Manhattan. The lead warrior Princess, Riana, meets NYPD homicide detective, Creed, as he is on the hunt for the killer of a senator's son. Creed is part of a super secret division of the NYPD that deals with the occult. She instantly senses that he's a demon but she also knows that he's the sexiest man she's ever met and they have a problem keeping their hands off each other. But can a Demon hunter and a Demon ever find happily ever after?
Let me just say that I loved this story. It's inventive in a way that very few paranormals are anymore. Paranormals seem like they are a dime a dozen but there are new voices that stand out among the pack, like Ms. Windsor and Nalini Singh (who if you haven't read, you need to go, run, not walk, to buy ALL her books!) The plot is also engaging. Not a dull moment in my opinion.
It's also dark, which I like. And the sex scenes are awesome! In part because Ms. Windsor used to write for Ellora's Cave (something we may have in common in a few months).
But what makes me absolutely ecstatic about this trilogy is that the books are coming out in June, July, and August. NO WAITING!!! I enjoy trilogies but I have to say that waiting six months between books can be so frustrating! I don't always remember that I want to read the next story.
Her next book, Bound By Flame (The Dark Crescent Sisterhood Book 2) is already out. And Bound By Light (The Dark Crescent Sisterhood Book 3) is out August 26th but is available for pre-order.
So GO BUY IT!!!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Wish me luck!!!!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Anyhoo, my book blog will appear every Sunday or as close as I can get. This week we have two of my favorite authors, La Nora and Angela Knight.
First, can we talk about Nora Roberts? Anyone who is anyone in publishing should know about her. She is one of the most successful authors in romance let alone any other genre. The woman is a marvel. She puts out something like 3 books a year. That is amazing. One of the things they tell aspiring authors is that they should be prolific. Well, Nora is the definition of prolific. I hope to model my career after her and anyone who wants to write any type of popular fiction should feel the same.
Tribute by Nora Roberts
Cilla, a washed up former child star, moves to Virginia to rehab the house that once belonged to her grandmother, a famous Hollywood starlet who tragically killed herself in the prime of her life. Once there she meets Ford, a graphic novelists, who sees her and decides to use her as fodder for his latest project.
All seems well. She finds some letters in the attic that leaves her wondering if her grandmother's death was really a suicide. Then someone starts a campaign of intimidation to get her to leave. She and Ford fall in love. They solve the mystery of her grandmother and everyone lives happily ever after.
Okay, first off, I enjoyed the story. I'm rarely disappointed with Nora. I think there was only one, Northern Lights, that I wasn't able to get through. I really liked the H/H. Nora does a really good Beta hero that I hope to emulate (because in my current WIP my hero is a Beta hero). Ford is not a macho guy but he's steady and sexy in a geeky way (again, love the geeks).
I only have a couple beefs. First, the sex scenes could have been a little more. Had some oomph. Also, I think it was a bit too long (it was told in 3 parts). The story with the grandmother was interesting. I didn't like the way it ended. There was some loose ends for me. But overall it was an enjoyable read and if you like Nora, you'll like this.
I still don't have a rating system. I want one fun and kitchy like on Talk Sex with her Hibachi of Love. But until then, just go buy it.
Warrior: The Time Hunters
Jessica, a 21st Century artist, is seemingly targeted for death by 24th C. art thieves so they send Temporal Enforcement agents to save her. It turns out that it's not so simple as art theft. Actually, it's a big, bad, mercenary who tries to kill her. The time agent, Galar, is assigned to guard her until they can figure out why she was targeted by these people. They fall into bed and fall in love. Meanwhile, the assassin is still on the loose and wants Jessica. Jessica, meanwhile, has been infected with Alien DNA and they think that she's a traitor. She gets involved in some sort of religious war and ends up happily ever after with Galar.
Oh, Angela. Another one of those always on my must buy list.
I liked this story. It seems to be an offshoot of Jane's Warlord (a book I LOVED with a passion!!!!!). I liked the H/H. The sex scenes were HOTT! I did get a bit confused in the plot. I'm not sure what the Selas (read the book!) actually were. It seemed just a bit thin to me and some things were too easily resolved. It left it open-ended because I think it's the start of a new series. I'll definitely read the next one.
I say buy it. The reviews on Amazon are extremely favorable. And it's Angela Knight. Enough said.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
That was a long time ago. These days authors have more on their plates than just churning out engaging stories. They also have to worry about promotions and websites and blogs and all manner of non-writing activities. That can be hard to balance. Especially of you're like me and you have a full time job and a life. Okay, okay, I exaggerated about the whole 'having a life' thing.
Now some people, like La Nora, either don't do a lot of promotion or they can afford to hire people to do the job for them. But promotion is a HUGE part of a contemporary author's life. Whatever the genre you're in.
This mean making bookmarks and magnets and ordering pens and creating book trailers. In my opinion, part of the reason for this is Americans are reading less. According to some study that I read last year, less than 50% of us even read a novel last year. In fact, I think it was closer to 25%. Another reason is the rise of e-pubs. Now don't get me wrong. I love e-pubs. They are the main source for the erotica that I read. But there is something about the feel of a book in your hand, the smell of a bookstore or a library. It brings such a sense of contentment, it's indescribable. But we'll get to that later.
Even agents want to know that you're serious about your craft. They look for people who have websites and blogs and are members of their genre-specific writer's associations (Like RWA). They want you in critique groups.
This is a delicate balancing act that all authors are coping with. It's why I have this blog. And why I'm working on a website. It's par for the course. And I've never played golf.