What is your definition of it? Is it someone who reads palms, tarot, aura, the future? Can use their mind to move things? What? I'm curious to know, what your definition of what psychic means.
Selena
I'm done with the Pixie story, just have to send it out to Beta Readers, edit it and submit. (Fingers crossed). Well it's Banned Book Week. To me banning books is almost as bad as burning them. On one hand you have people keeping the books from others on the other hand once you burn all of them the knowledge, creativity and that resounding voice that a book has is gone forever. Here is the list of some of the most challenged books:
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Selena
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Selena
AKA Impromptu Contest
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Prizes:
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Contest deadline has been extended to October 31st, 2007, Midnight EST. Good Luck.
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To enter email me at darkicegoddess 682 AT gmail DOT com.
Prizes:
Mini Promo Pack
Download- Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me from Celia Kyle
Download- ARC of Harvest Moon from Aurora Black
Contest deadline has been extended to October 31st, 2007, Midnight EST. Good Luck.
Selena
Bio: Ashleigh Raine
Ashleigh Raine is a multi-published, award-winning writing team made up of lifelong friends, Jennifer and Lisa. Living in the Los Angeles area, they have both worked various jobs in the Entertainment industry including stagehand, script reader, feature film production assistant, precision driver, theatrical lighting designer, seat filler and background actor. These experiences are a wealth of inspiration for their Hollywood Heat series.
Their first novel, LOVER'S TALISMAN, won second place honors in the Reviewers International Organization (RIO) Award of Excellence for Best Debut Book 2003. Their second novel, FORSAKEN TALISMAN, was a RIO Recommended Read for August 2004. The Ashleigh Raine website (http://www.ashleighraine.com/) contains further information on these talented ladies and the Hollywood lives they've lived.
Driven to Distraction excerpt #1
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Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
Available now from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Left turn. Right turn. Twist and turn. Left turn. Left turn.
Blaina Triton cruised the streets of Encino, driving to her best friend Sam Clarey's place for an old-fashioned girls' night in—pizza, ice cream and gossip. Of course gossip was just a nice way of saying they were going to talk about men and sex.
The traffic light turned green and Blaina made a right onto Burbank Boulevard near Woodley Park. One of the only decent breaks from buildings at the south end of the Valley, it was wide enough to smash the pedal and go like a bat out of hell if there weren't any cars around.
A sliver of moon chased the sun as warm evening breeze poured through her open window, bringing with it two of her favorite smells, trees and car exhaust. Driving through Encino was the long way to Sam's house. The very long and much-preferred way. Just Blaina and her yellow '69 Camaro, the way life should be. Then her cell phone rang.
"Blaine? Please tell me you're not already on your way over?"
"Yeah, Sam, I'll be there in maybe twenty, thirty minutes, depending on traffic. You know me, I'm taking the scenic route over the hill. What's up?"
"You're gonna hate me," Sam said hesitantly.
"Oh right. Me hate you. You married the most gorgeous man in Hollywood and I don't hate you yet. What else could you possibly do that'd actually make me hate you?" Blaina rolled her eyes and laughed. "You canceling on me or something?"
"Well…yeah…" Sam drew out each word then spoke in a rush. "But it's for a really good reason. Connor's home. He rearranged his schedule so he could come home a day early and surprise me and—"
"And you'd rather fuck him than hang with me? Duh. I should hope so." Blaina snickered and shot a glance at the gaudy, neon pink bag on the passenger seat. "Now that Connor's back home, I guess you won't need the gift I bought you. Too bad, I'll just have to add it to my collection."
"Hey, now. You can't tell me you bought me a present and then say you're keeping it for yourself."
"Pshaw. It's not like you need it. You are getting laid tonight. I'm going home alone—with your present. A portable penis. Ten inches of glowing green, vibrating pleasure."
"Only ten inches? Connor's bigger than that."
"Shut up and stop bragging." Blaina chuckled, then saw something that gave her a better buzz than anything plastic ever could.
A dark purple 1970 Barracuda convertible parked on the side of the road, hood up, complete with hard-body owner leaning against the fender just in front of the driver side door. Muscular bronze arms crossed over a white T-shirted chest. Faded blue jeans that looked so well-worn they'd be soft to the touch, showcased his long legs, ending with black, work-booted feet, one crossed over the other. It was like the man had stepped out of her favorite car fantasy, instantly popping the clutch and throwing her libido into high gear.
She tried to tamp her excitement, telling herself that a smart woman would not jump a strange man on the side of the road. But there was no reason she couldn't offer help. And whatever happened afterward… "I think my night's gonna be great anyway. Go rock Connor's world. I'll catch ya later, Sam."
Sam laughed. "Okay. Thanks, Blaine. Be good." Sam's last words were barely heard as Blaina flipped her phone closed and tossed it onto the passenger seat next to the plastic bag from the sex shop. At a break in the center median, she hooked a U-turn. The Camaro's tires squeaked as she whipped the car around.
Come to mama, baby. Her nipples tightened in anticipation under her white cotton, ribbed tank top and she squirmed to give her cunt some breathing room in her painted-on, low-rise, dark green camouflage jeans. As she passed on the opposite side of the street, she stole glances at the fine hunk of manflesh, wanting to verify he was real and not a sexual mirage.
Wait a minute. Was he checking her out, too? His dark sun-glassed gaze followed her path as she U-turned again at the next intersection and pulled up behind the Barracuda.
When she stepped out of the car, his gaze locked on her. Even through the sunglasses, she felt his stare searing her body from head to toe—pausing at a few choice places in between—with each of her approaching steps. Or maybe it was the Southern California heat causing her body's temperature to rise.
Slowly, he peeled himself away from his car and turned his damn fine body toward her, looking relaxed and sexy as he looped one thumb in a pocket. Sweat trickled between her breasts, her temperature jumping another ten degrees. This close, the man was an even tastier roadside attraction. His blond hair was cut short, accentuating his strong cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose and chiseled jaw. One half of his mouth ticked upward in an interested grin as he gave her another slow once over, pausing at her braless chest.
Blaina cocked her head to the side and returned the favor, undressing him with her eyes. Holy moly, if reality was anything like the carnal picture her mind was presenting…
Somehow she managed to choke out through all the accumulating drool, "I've got tools. You need a hand?"
"A woman with tools, huh?" His grin shifted into a scowl as he smacked a fist against the roof. "Unless you've got a magic wand, a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape there probably isn't much you can do."
"I've got a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape. I left my magic wand at home, though. Sorry, I don't need it much. I drive a Chevy." She winked, then began walking back to her car, adding what she hoped was a mesmerizing, follow-me-back-to-my-car swing to her hips.
He chuckled. "Oh, I see how it is." The crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he followed had her ready to do cartwheels. Reel him in, Blaina. "You tease me with your tools and then put down my new ride before she's proven herself? Give me a weekend and I'll get this here pile of scrap metal to smoke your Chevy like it's tied to a tree."
"Oh, please. You gonna slide in a hotter camshaft and switch the gears in her rear-end just so you can have a shot at my machine? I dare ya." Blaina popped her trunk and grabbed a rag, a jug of water and slid a roll of tape over her wrist. She needed something to keep her hands busy. Her fingers itched to rip the clothing off Mr. Hardbody and explore all of his pieces. "I'd love to see your hotrod pull out ahead of me. But tell me this, what are you gonna do when I squeeze the juice and you find yourself working extra hard and heavy only to eat my dust?" She tossed a saucy grin back over her shoulder.
He leaned a hip against the edge of the trunk next to her and although they weren't touching, his arresting presence practically sucked the air from her lungs. The steamy twilight air resonated with his intense magnetism, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame…and oh how she wanted to burn. "I guess you'll have to wait and find out what it's really like to tangle with my big block Barracuda. Bring it on. I love a good…hot…race." His words slid down her neck like a heated caress, letting her know she wasn't the only one who wanted more than just a roadside attraction.
Blaina swallowed hard, suppressing a breathy pant. This man had revved her engine from zero to sixty in less time than it took to say, I want you. Can you please fuck me right here on the trunk of my car?
Visions of that fuck filled her mind, the full length of him driving hard into her, the feel of his breath ragged and hot against her skin. Her body tightened with unspent desire and she swallowed a moan. This was the fastest her body had ever shifted into overdrive.
Damn, girl, come to your senses. You've spent less than five minutes with this man and you want him to check your oil?
She stood up quickly, trying to clear the lingering sexual fantasies before her nipples drilled holes through her tank top. The jug of water she'd clenched so tightly hit the edge of the trunk and bounced out of her grip, landing inches from her feet.
"Whoa. You okay?" He lunged downward, but she'd already leaned over to retrieve the jug. She took that moment to push all thoughts of sex with him out of her mind, before she ended up dropping something much heavier and more painful on her foot. Calm…cool…collected…c'mon, Blaina…
But when she lifted her head, his lips were only inches from hers and that ragged breath she'd been fantasizing about only moments earlier washed over her face in a feverish caress.
"Yeah…I'm f-fine." You're incredibly fine, actually. I need to pour this water over myself to try to cool off at least a tiny little bit or I really will jump you on the trunk of my car, passing motorists be damned. "S-So, did you overheat?"
His tempting lips curled up in a suggestive smile.
"I-I mean, your car."
"Radiator hose." A car part had never sounded so sexy before. His voice had dropped, becoming a deep husky growl, more sex beast than mechanic.
His gaze stayed riveted on her for a second longer than necessary, before he turned and headed over to his engine compartment.
And talk about a fine rear view. Wow. Blaina followed, staring at his firm, tight ass while taking deep, calming breaths to decelerate her heart back to normal cruising speed.
She set down the jug of water—carefully this time—and laid the duct tape on the front fender.
"Big block engines… They get real hot, don't they?" She tilted her face toward him, and lowered her voice provocatively. "Ever let a woman caress your big hose?" Blaina gave him her naughtiest smile, but at his snorted reply, she erupted into laughter.
He shook his head. "Honestly, I never imagined a woman would want to caress a hose as big as the one I've got." His grin turned positively feral as he moved in behind her, so close the heat of his body cradled hers, and whispered into her ear. "Careful, it's very…hot." He drew out the last word and Blaina shivered at the sensual intensity in his tone.
Using the rag, she placed her fingers around the radiator hose and began stroking up its length. She'd only traveled three inches when he grasped her hand, trapping it between the heat of the hose and his skin. A current of electricity shot from where he touched her to every erogenous zone in her body. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought she'd gotten crossed up with a spark plug wire while the engine was at full throttle.
His hands were large and work-roughened, the kind that could rebuild a carburetor and undress a woman with equal care, and oh God how she wanted to experience him doing both.
"I'll take over from here," he rumbled, working the rag and her hand up the hose's length. His arm grazed hers, the coarse hairs causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh.
Blaina closed her eyes, letting him manipulate her hand and her senses. Fixing a car had never been this erotic before. If they were to fuck, would he show her how he liked to be stroked? It wasn't hard to imagine pumping his thick, hard cock, taking the large, round head into her mouth and working him until he came.
Oh hell, she almost came at that image. Her pussy flooded with moisture, her stomach clenching with deep-seated longing. It was everything she could do not to rub up against him, throw him down and shift his gears like he kept shifting hers.
Fuck it. If he hadn't figured out by now that she wanted him, she might as well make it more obvious. But as she leaned back to feel his rock-hard chest, he leaned in, giving her an added bonus of washboard abs pressed to her rib cage. Her ass grazed the large bulge in his pants, but it was enough to send sharp ripples of longing to her core. His entire body strung tight and a sharp breath hissed between his lips.
A gurgling sound called her attention back to the car. As if on cue, some water dribbled out of the break in the hose, sizzling as it hit the water pump. But neither one of them laughed. Heat seared her body from every direction. The car was hot, this man was hot, the ground was hot, her pussy was hot…everything was scorching hot.
Needing an escape before she completely lost control, threw him down and fucked him on the side of the road for all to see, Blaina slid her hand out from under his and stepped away. For a moment he watched her, his hand fisted at his side, his breathing as sharp as hers, before finally returning to his work.
She walked a few feet, trying to catch a breeze, something, anything to cool the raging fire burning through her. The asphalt ignored her plea, the heat of the day still rising off it.
He glanced back at her. "You rescue guys like this all the time?"
She shook her head.
"Well, I guess it's just my lucky day then. And to think I was pissed off about breaking down one lousy mile from home."
Damn she wanted him, more than she could remember wanting any other man. So what next? Was she supposed to climb back into her car and let Mr. Hardbody drive away? Buh-bye. It's been fun.
That would be a serious crime against humanity. Or at least against her dismally boring social calendar.
She moved to face him, just as he stood up. He gestured toward his car. "Can you start her up so I can fill the radiator?"
Blaina nodded, not sure that if she opened her mouth to reply, anything but "Please fuck me" would come out.
Before her wits left her for good and she ended up on her knees supplicating, she reached through his open window, turned the key and the engine chugged to life. Pulling back out of the car, she caught him watching her before he leaned over and began pouring the water in. He'd been checking out her ass. That was it. She was not spending this evening alone.
Decision made, she walked around the front of the car.
He looked up at her approach. "You got anywhere you need to be?"
"I'm following you home to make sure you get there okay."
He nodded. "Let's go."
Driven to Distraction excerpt #2 (a hint of naughtiness)
Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
Available now from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
When the Barracuda brake lights dimly lit up and he turned into a driveway, Blaina stopped in front of the house, watching as he pulled into the garage.
He lived in one of the older houses in the neighborhood, a single story home painted beige with cream accents with matching fifties-style decorative rock facing. The lawn was simple and well-maintained. An extra garage had been tastefully added on, turning the standard two-car garage home into a car lover's dream—room for a workshop and four cars.
As if she wasn't already panting for the guy.
Blaina grabbed the gaudy pink sex shop bag off the passenger seat and pushed the ten-inch vibrator out of the way, revealing a box of multicolored condoms. Ripping the box open, she took in the rainbow of rubbers—red, blue, yellow, green, purple…
What was wrong with her? Why was she pondering colors? Blaina yanked out a condom and stuffed it into her back pocket.
She looked up to see Mr. Tall, Blond and Sexy walking her way, hands in his pockets, sunglasses no longer camouflaging his face. Her stomach flip-flopped at his approach, his long, confident strides, the way the denim clung to him in all the right places. Blindly, she reached back into the bag for more rubbers. One condom was _not_ going to be enough.
Cramming the handful of condoms into her back pocket, Blaina tossed the bag back onto the opposing seat, cringing as the ten-inch vibrating monstrosity thumped against the passenger door. Hopefully she hadn't broken the damn thing.
The man's shadow crossed the window, and Blaina forgot about the stupid vibrator as she climbed out of her car and stared into crystal blue heaven.
The man had the most gorgeous cerulean eyes she'd ever seen. Why the hell would he hide those beauties behind sunglasses…ever?
His grin widened, creating matching crinkles at the corners of those sexy eyes. How long had she been standing there ogling him, mesmerized by his gaze?
Shaking it off, she leaned against her closed door, trying to look casual and flirty and oh-so-ready for hours of naughtiness. "So, you got home okay. Guess my job's done."
"Well now, the least I can do is offer you a drink. For going out of your way and all."
She cocked her head to the side as though she were considering his offer. "Throw in a tour of your garage and it's a deal."
"Done." He winked and extended his arm to her, unintentionally revealing corded muscle bulging beneath tanned skin. "Come on."
Blaina was smitten, charmed and ready to go anywhere with him. She pushed away from her car and he settled a hand on her upper back, leading her into the garage. He barely touched her, more of a guiding hand than an erotic caress, but it was enough to send her senses reeling.
Then they walked into his garage, and the last bit of sense she had went flying out the window.
Welcome to paradise. Blaina's mouth fell open as she took in her surroundings.
Next to his Barracuda, a blue '63 Corvette split window coupe with freshly polished chrome twinkled in the twilight. At the far end sat a custom-painted teal with detailed orange and yellow flames '49 Ford Panel Truck, chopped, channeled and ready to roll. But if rolling wasn't fast enough, next to it was a sleek, black '97 Viper roadster. That baby didn't just look fast, it was fast.
This garage was incredible. A huge workshop took up most of the back wall. In the dim light, she vaguely made out a drill press, brake lathe and chop saw, but knew there had to be tons more. If this wasn't automotive foreplay, what was?
"Okay, what do you like? Diet or regular? Or maybe a beer?"
His deep, gravelly voice yanked her from her musings and she snapped her mouth shut, hoping he hadn't caught her drooling. Turning his way, she pasted on a smile, swallowing her tongue at her new view—jeans pulled tight over a flawless male ass as he bent over and studied the contents of his steel-plated fridge.
Blaina walked up behind him, lifting her hand and cupping the air around his butt. Oh yeah, sooooo nice…
When he tossed a raised-eyebrow glance her way, she jolted her hand back and said, "I like it all."
His eyebrow arched higher, laughter dancing in his eyes. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. I'm easy to please."
"Good to know." He handed her a soda and grabbed a bottle of beer for himself. A few pizza boxes crashed against the door as he closed it. "Obviously I wasn't planning on having company tonight or I would've been more prepared." Twisting off the bottle cap, he leaned against the workbench, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, his gaze one hundred percent focused on her.
Blaina thought of the condoms filling her back pocket. Although that probably wasn't what he was talking about when he mentioned being prepared, it was a perfect opening to learn his relationship status. "Do you live alone?"
"Just me and my dog, Bo, out back."
Yes! Yes! Yes! But just to be sure she confirmed, "No wife, girlfriend, significant other or anyone else who'd be a teeny-tiny bit jealous that I'm lusting after your…cars?"
One side of his mouth tilted upward. "Nope. Cars are usually women repellent."
"I think you've been talking to the wrong women."
He chuckled. "I think you're probably right."
"Of course I am."
His grin didn't disappear as he lifted the beer bottle to his mouth. His head tipped back, throat moving as he swallowed. She wanted to brace him against the workbench and nibble on his neck, lick a line up to his mouth and then suck the extra moisture from his lips. His really sexy lips. Lips made for sin, sex and seduction.
Shockwaves of lust caused her engine to overheat and her driveline to shimmy with desire. And she'd thought that only happened in romance novels. But no, her legs were quaking and she squeezed her knees together to keep them from knocking. She skimmed her can of soda over the steamy, exposed flesh above her tank top, and swore she heard a sizzle. But the cool relief was short-lived. His eyes sparked electric blue fire as they followed the trail the condensation left on her skin, heating her right back up again.
He clunked the half-empty beer bottle onto the workbench next to his hip, and stood up straight, aligning their bodies. "You still interested in that tour?" His fingertips grazed her hips, burning a hole through the denim.
If they were naked, all Blaina'd have to do is wiggle and jump and she'd be shifting her way to paradise.
Why weren't they naked already?
"I'm ready when you are," she offered hopefully. If the large lump in his pants was anything to go by, he was just as ready as she was.
"How fast do you like to go?"
Her heart accelerated, setting new land speed records. "Why don't you take me for a test spin and find out?"
The words had barely passed her lips when he yanked her toward him and crashed his mouth over hers.
Oh Christ, the man was talented. His lips were warm and smooth as he teased hers, nibbling the sensitive flesh, then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. Blaina didn't normally like beer, but the faint taste of it on him was an intoxicant, a flavor she'd happily drown in if given the opportunity.
Calloused hands skimmed up her bare arms, leaving a trail of pure arousal in his wake. His palms came to rest on her neck, his thumbs stroking her jaw line. But still he didn't deepen the kiss or rip off her clothes or any of the wonderful things that would get them closer to raw, unbridled sex.
Although maybe this going slow thing had its benefits. There was time for exploration, and this man had a body that demanded a fourteen-point inspection. But where to start. Did she want to polish his chrome? Dabble beneath his hood? Lengthen his driveshaft?
She placed her hands on his chest, beginning her journey by stroking him through the soft cotton, moaning her endorsement of every taut, hard, chiseled inch. Her fingertips skimmed lower, feeling the ridges in his abdomen. It was a roadmap to paradise.
Where had this man been her whole life? She sent up a quick prayer of thanks to the god of broken down vehicles for having this perfect specimen of a man's car stall when and where it did.
His lips separated from hers and she blinked up at him. Why was he stopping? Stopping was bad.
"Do you want to go inside?" he asked as his thumb made lovely, erotically charged sweeps across her cheek.
Okay, that was definitely not bad. That was very, very good. Except she didn't want to go inside.
She shook her head and he frowned. His hand fell from her face and Blaina realized she'd better explain really fast before he retreated completely. She tangled her fingers with his and smiled. "Why would I want to go inside? You and the cars are out here. The garage is perfect."
Ashleigh Raine is a multi-published, award-winning writing team made up of lifelong friends, Jennifer and Lisa. Living in the Los Angeles area, they have both worked various jobs in the Entertainment industry including stagehand, script reader, feature film production assistant, precision driver, theatrical lighting designer, seat filler and background actor. These experiences are a wealth of inspiration for their Hollywood Heat series.
Their first novel, LOVER'S TALISMAN, won second place honors in the Reviewers International Organization (RIO) Award of Excellence for Best Debut Book 2003. Their second novel, FORSAKEN TALISMAN, was a RIO Recommended Read for August 2004. The Ashleigh Raine website (http://www.ashleighraine.com/) contains further information on these talented ladies and the Hollywood lives they've lived.
Driven to Distraction excerpt #1
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Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
Available now from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Left turn. Right turn. Twist and turn. Left turn. Left turn.
Blaina Triton cruised the streets of Encino, driving to her best friend Sam Clarey's place for an old-fashioned girls' night in—pizza, ice cream and gossip. Of course gossip was just a nice way of saying they were going to talk about men and sex.
The traffic light turned green and Blaina made a right onto Burbank Boulevard near Woodley Park. One of the only decent breaks from buildings at the south end of the Valley, it was wide enough to smash the pedal and go like a bat out of hell if there weren't any cars around.
A sliver of moon chased the sun as warm evening breeze poured through her open window, bringing with it two of her favorite smells, trees and car exhaust. Driving through Encino was the long way to Sam's house. The very long and much-preferred way. Just Blaina and her yellow '69 Camaro, the way life should be. Then her cell phone rang.
"Blaine? Please tell me you're not already on your way over?"
"Yeah, Sam, I'll be there in maybe twenty, thirty minutes, depending on traffic. You know me, I'm taking the scenic route over the hill. What's up?"
"You're gonna hate me," Sam said hesitantly.
"Oh right. Me hate you. You married the most gorgeous man in Hollywood and I don't hate you yet. What else could you possibly do that'd actually make me hate you?" Blaina rolled her eyes and laughed. "You canceling on me or something?"
"Well…yeah…" Sam drew out each word then spoke in a rush. "But it's for a really good reason. Connor's home. He rearranged his schedule so he could come home a day early and surprise me and—"
"And you'd rather fuck him than hang with me? Duh. I should hope so." Blaina snickered and shot a glance at the gaudy, neon pink bag on the passenger seat. "Now that Connor's back home, I guess you won't need the gift I bought you. Too bad, I'll just have to add it to my collection."
"Hey, now. You can't tell me you bought me a present and then say you're keeping it for yourself."
"Pshaw. It's not like you need it. You are getting laid tonight. I'm going home alone—with your present. A portable penis. Ten inches of glowing green, vibrating pleasure."
"Only ten inches? Connor's bigger than that."
"Shut up and stop bragging." Blaina chuckled, then saw something that gave her a better buzz than anything plastic ever could.
A dark purple 1970 Barracuda convertible parked on the side of the road, hood up, complete with hard-body owner leaning against the fender just in front of the driver side door. Muscular bronze arms crossed over a white T-shirted chest. Faded blue jeans that looked so well-worn they'd be soft to the touch, showcased his long legs, ending with black, work-booted feet, one crossed over the other. It was like the man had stepped out of her favorite car fantasy, instantly popping the clutch and throwing her libido into high gear.
She tried to tamp her excitement, telling herself that a smart woman would not jump a strange man on the side of the road. But there was no reason she couldn't offer help. And whatever happened afterward… "I think my night's gonna be great anyway. Go rock Connor's world. I'll catch ya later, Sam."
Sam laughed. "Okay. Thanks, Blaine. Be good." Sam's last words were barely heard as Blaina flipped her phone closed and tossed it onto the passenger seat next to the plastic bag from the sex shop. At a break in the center median, she hooked a U-turn. The Camaro's tires squeaked as she whipped the car around.
Come to mama, baby. Her nipples tightened in anticipation under her white cotton, ribbed tank top and she squirmed to give her cunt some breathing room in her painted-on, low-rise, dark green camouflage jeans. As she passed on the opposite side of the street, she stole glances at the fine hunk of manflesh, wanting to verify he was real and not a sexual mirage.
Wait a minute. Was he checking her out, too? His dark sun-glassed gaze followed her path as she U-turned again at the next intersection and pulled up behind the Barracuda.
When she stepped out of the car, his gaze locked on her. Even through the sunglasses, she felt his stare searing her body from head to toe—pausing at a few choice places in between—with each of her approaching steps. Or maybe it was the Southern California heat causing her body's temperature to rise.
Slowly, he peeled himself away from his car and turned his damn fine body toward her, looking relaxed and sexy as he looped one thumb in a pocket. Sweat trickled between her breasts, her temperature jumping another ten degrees. This close, the man was an even tastier roadside attraction. His blond hair was cut short, accentuating his strong cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose and chiseled jaw. One half of his mouth ticked upward in an interested grin as he gave her another slow once over, pausing at her braless chest.
Blaina cocked her head to the side and returned the favor, undressing him with her eyes. Holy moly, if reality was anything like the carnal picture her mind was presenting…
Somehow she managed to choke out through all the accumulating drool, "I've got tools. You need a hand?"
"A woman with tools, huh?" His grin shifted into a scowl as he smacked a fist against the roof. "Unless you've got a magic wand, a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape there probably isn't much you can do."
"I've got a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape. I left my magic wand at home, though. Sorry, I don't need it much. I drive a Chevy." She winked, then began walking back to her car, adding what she hoped was a mesmerizing, follow-me-back-to-my-car swing to her hips.
He chuckled. "Oh, I see how it is." The crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he followed had her ready to do cartwheels. Reel him in, Blaina. "You tease me with your tools and then put down my new ride before she's proven herself? Give me a weekend and I'll get this here pile of scrap metal to smoke your Chevy like it's tied to a tree."
"Oh, please. You gonna slide in a hotter camshaft and switch the gears in her rear-end just so you can have a shot at my machine? I dare ya." Blaina popped her trunk and grabbed a rag, a jug of water and slid a roll of tape over her wrist. She needed something to keep her hands busy. Her fingers itched to rip the clothing off Mr. Hardbody and explore all of his pieces. "I'd love to see your hotrod pull out ahead of me. But tell me this, what are you gonna do when I squeeze the juice and you find yourself working extra hard and heavy only to eat my dust?" She tossed a saucy grin back over her shoulder.
He leaned a hip against the edge of the trunk next to her and although they weren't touching, his arresting presence practically sucked the air from her lungs. The steamy twilight air resonated with his intense magnetism, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame…and oh how she wanted to burn. "I guess you'll have to wait and find out what it's really like to tangle with my big block Barracuda. Bring it on. I love a good…hot…race." His words slid down her neck like a heated caress, letting her know she wasn't the only one who wanted more than just a roadside attraction.
Blaina swallowed hard, suppressing a breathy pant. This man had revved her engine from zero to sixty in less time than it took to say, I want you. Can you please fuck me right here on the trunk of my car?
Visions of that fuck filled her mind, the full length of him driving hard into her, the feel of his breath ragged and hot against her skin. Her body tightened with unspent desire and she swallowed a moan. This was the fastest her body had ever shifted into overdrive.
Damn, girl, come to your senses. You've spent less than five minutes with this man and you want him to check your oil?
She stood up quickly, trying to clear the lingering sexual fantasies before her nipples drilled holes through her tank top. The jug of water she'd clenched so tightly hit the edge of the trunk and bounced out of her grip, landing inches from her feet.
"Whoa. You okay?" He lunged downward, but she'd already leaned over to retrieve the jug. She took that moment to push all thoughts of sex with him out of her mind, before she ended up dropping something much heavier and more painful on her foot. Calm…cool…collected…c'mon, Blaina…
But when she lifted her head, his lips were only inches from hers and that ragged breath she'd been fantasizing about only moments earlier washed over her face in a feverish caress.
"Yeah…I'm f-fine." You're incredibly fine, actually. I need to pour this water over myself to try to cool off at least a tiny little bit or I really will jump you on the trunk of my car, passing motorists be damned. "S-So, did you overheat?"
His tempting lips curled up in a suggestive smile.
"I-I mean, your car."
"Radiator hose." A car part had never sounded so sexy before. His voice had dropped, becoming a deep husky growl, more sex beast than mechanic.
His gaze stayed riveted on her for a second longer than necessary, before he turned and headed over to his engine compartment.
And talk about a fine rear view. Wow. Blaina followed, staring at his firm, tight ass while taking deep, calming breaths to decelerate her heart back to normal cruising speed.
She set down the jug of water—carefully this time—and laid the duct tape on the front fender.
"Big block engines… They get real hot, don't they?" She tilted her face toward him, and lowered her voice provocatively. "Ever let a woman caress your big hose?" Blaina gave him her naughtiest smile, but at his snorted reply, she erupted into laughter.
He shook his head. "Honestly, I never imagined a woman would want to caress a hose as big as the one I've got." His grin turned positively feral as he moved in behind her, so close the heat of his body cradled hers, and whispered into her ear. "Careful, it's very…hot." He drew out the last word and Blaina shivered at the sensual intensity in his tone.
Using the rag, she placed her fingers around the radiator hose and began stroking up its length. She'd only traveled three inches when he grasped her hand, trapping it between the heat of the hose and his skin. A current of electricity shot from where he touched her to every erogenous zone in her body. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought she'd gotten crossed up with a spark plug wire while the engine was at full throttle.
His hands were large and work-roughened, the kind that could rebuild a carburetor and undress a woman with equal care, and oh God how she wanted to experience him doing both.
"I'll take over from here," he rumbled, working the rag and her hand up the hose's length. His arm grazed hers, the coarse hairs causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh.
Blaina closed her eyes, letting him manipulate her hand and her senses. Fixing a car had never been this erotic before. If they were to fuck, would he show her how he liked to be stroked? It wasn't hard to imagine pumping his thick, hard cock, taking the large, round head into her mouth and working him until he came.
Oh hell, she almost came at that image. Her pussy flooded with moisture, her stomach clenching with deep-seated longing. It was everything she could do not to rub up against him, throw him down and shift his gears like he kept shifting hers.
Fuck it. If he hadn't figured out by now that she wanted him, she might as well make it more obvious. But as she leaned back to feel his rock-hard chest, he leaned in, giving her an added bonus of washboard abs pressed to her rib cage. Her ass grazed the large bulge in his pants, but it was enough to send sharp ripples of longing to her core. His entire body strung tight and a sharp breath hissed between his lips.
A gurgling sound called her attention back to the car. As if on cue, some water dribbled out of the break in the hose, sizzling as it hit the water pump. But neither one of them laughed. Heat seared her body from every direction. The car was hot, this man was hot, the ground was hot, her pussy was hot…everything was scorching hot.
Needing an escape before she completely lost control, threw him down and fucked him on the side of the road for all to see, Blaina slid her hand out from under his and stepped away. For a moment he watched her, his hand fisted at his side, his breathing as sharp as hers, before finally returning to his work.
She walked a few feet, trying to catch a breeze, something, anything to cool the raging fire burning through her. The asphalt ignored her plea, the heat of the day still rising off it.
He glanced back at her. "You rescue guys like this all the time?"
She shook her head.
"Well, I guess it's just my lucky day then. And to think I was pissed off about breaking down one lousy mile from home."
Damn she wanted him, more than she could remember wanting any other man. So what next? Was she supposed to climb back into her car and let Mr. Hardbody drive away? Buh-bye. It's been fun.
That would be a serious crime against humanity. Or at least against her dismally boring social calendar.
She moved to face him, just as he stood up. He gestured toward his car. "Can you start her up so I can fill the radiator?"
Blaina nodded, not sure that if she opened her mouth to reply, anything but "Please fuck me" would come out.
Before her wits left her for good and she ended up on her knees supplicating, she reached through his open window, turned the key and the engine chugged to life. Pulling back out of the car, she caught him watching her before he leaned over and began pouring the water in. He'd been checking out her ass. That was it. She was not spending this evening alone.
Decision made, she walked around the front of the car.
He looked up at her approach. "You got anywhere you need to be?"
"I'm following you home to make sure you get there okay."
He nodded. "Let's go."
Driven to Distraction excerpt #2 (a hint of naughtiness)
Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
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When the Barracuda brake lights dimly lit up and he turned into a driveway, Blaina stopped in front of the house, watching as he pulled into the garage.
He lived in one of the older houses in the neighborhood, a single story home painted beige with cream accents with matching fifties-style decorative rock facing. The lawn was simple and well-maintained. An extra garage had been tastefully added on, turning the standard two-car garage home into a car lover's dream—room for a workshop and four cars.
As if she wasn't already panting for the guy.
Blaina grabbed the gaudy pink sex shop bag off the passenger seat and pushed the ten-inch vibrator out of the way, revealing a box of multicolored condoms. Ripping the box open, she took in the rainbow of rubbers—red, blue, yellow, green, purple…
What was wrong with her? Why was she pondering colors? Blaina yanked out a condom and stuffed it into her back pocket.
She looked up to see Mr. Tall, Blond and Sexy walking her way, hands in his pockets, sunglasses no longer camouflaging his face. Her stomach flip-flopped at his approach, his long, confident strides, the way the denim clung to him in all the right places. Blindly, she reached back into the bag for more rubbers. One condom was _not_ going to be enough.
Cramming the handful of condoms into her back pocket, Blaina tossed the bag back onto the opposing seat, cringing as the ten-inch vibrating monstrosity thumped against the passenger door. Hopefully she hadn't broken the damn thing.
The man's shadow crossed the window, and Blaina forgot about the stupid vibrator as she climbed out of her car and stared into crystal blue heaven.
The man had the most gorgeous cerulean eyes she'd ever seen. Why the hell would he hide those beauties behind sunglasses…ever?
His grin widened, creating matching crinkles at the corners of those sexy eyes. How long had she been standing there ogling him, mesmerized by his gaze?
Shaking it off, she leaned against her closed door, trying to look casual and flirty and oh-so-ready for hours of naughtiness. "So, you got home okay. Guess my job's done."
"Well now, the least I can do is offer you a drink. For going out of your way and all."
She cocked her head to the side as though she were considering his offer. "Throw in a tour of your garage and it's a deal."
"Done." He winked and extended his arm to her, unintentionally revealing corded muscle bulging beneath tanned skin. "Come on."
Blaina was smitten, charmed and ready to go anywhere with him. She pushed away from her car and he settled a hand on her upper back, leading her into the garage. He barely touched her, more of a guiding hand than an erotic caress, but it was enough to send her senses reeling.
Then they walked into his garage, and the last bit of sense she had went flying out the window.
Welcome to paradise. Blaina's mouth fell open as she took in her surroundings.
Next to his Barracuda, a blue '63 Corvette split window coupe with freshly polished chrome twinkled in the twilight. At the far end sat a custom-painted teal with detailed orange and yellow flames '49 Ford Panel Truck, chopped, channeled and ready to roll. But if rolling wasn't fast enough, next to it was a sleek, black '97 Viper roadster. That baby didn't just look fast, it was fast.
This garage was incredible. A huge workshop took up most of the back wall. In the dim light, she vaguely made out a drill press, brake lathe and chop saw, but knew there had to be tons more. If this wasn't automotive foreplay, what was?
"Okay, what do you like? Diet or regular? Or maybe a beer?"
His deep, gravelly voice yanked her from her musings and she snapped her mouth shut, hoping he hadn't caught her drooling. Turning his way, she pasted on a smile, swallowing her tongue at her new view—jeans pulled tight over a flawless male ass as he bent over and studied the contents of his steel-plated fridge.
Blaina walked up behind him, lifting her hand and cupping the air around his butt. Oh yeah, sooooo nice…
When he tossed a raised-eyebrow glance her way, she jolted her hand back and said, "I like it all."
His eyebrow arched higher, laughter dancing in his eyes. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. I'm easy to please."
"Good to know." He handed her a soda and grabbed a bottle of beer for himself. A few pizza boxes crashed against the door as he closed it. "Obviously I wasn't planning on having company tonight or I would've been more prepared." Twisting off the bottle cap, he leaned against the workbench, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, his gaze one hundred percent focused on her.
Blaina thought of the condoms filling her back pocket. Although that probably wasn't what he was talking about when he mentioned being prepared, it was a perfect opening to learn his relationship status. "Do you live alone?"
"Just me and my dog, Bo, out back."
Yes! Yes! Yes! But just to be sure she confirmed, "No wife, girlfriend, significant other or anyone else who'd be a teeny-tiny bit jealous that I'm lusting after your…cars?"
One side of his mouth tilted upward. "Nope. Cars are usually women repellent."
"I think you've been talking to the wrong women."
He chuckled. "I think you're probably right."
"Of course I am."
His grin didn't disappear as he lifted the beer bottle to his mouth. His head tipped back, throat moving as he swallowed. She wanted to brace him against the workbench and nibble on his neck, lick a line up to his mouth and then suck the extra moisture from his lips. His really sexy lips. Lips made for sin, sex and seduction.
Shockwaves of lust caused her engine to overheat and her driveline to shimmy with desire. And she'd thought that only happened in romance novels. But no, her legs were quaking and she squeezed her knees together to keep them from knocking. She skimmed her can of soda over the steamy, exposed flesh above her tank top, and swore she heard a sizzle. But the cool relief was short-lived. His eyes sparked electric blue fire as they followed the trail the condensation left on her skin, heating her right back up again.
He clunked the half-empty beer bottle onto the workbench next to his hip, and stood up straight, aligning their bodies. "You still interested in that tour?" His fingertips grazed her hips, burning a hole through the denim.
If they were naked, all Blaina'd have to do is wiggle and jump and she'd be shifting her way to paradise.
Why weren't they naked already?
"I'm ready when you are," she offered hopefully. If the large lump in his pants was anything to go by, he was just as ready as she was.
"How fast do you like to go?"
Her heart accelerated, setting new land speed records. "Why don't you take me for a test spin and find out?"
The words had barely passed her lips when he yanked her toward him and crashed his mouth over hers.
Oh Christ, the man was talented. His lips were warm and smooth as he teased hers, nibbling the sensitive flesh, then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. Blaina didn't normally like beer, but the faint taste of it on him was an intoxicant, a flavor she'd happily drown in if given the opportunity.
Calloused hands skimmed up her bare arms, leaving a trail of pure arousal in his wake. His palms came to rest on her neck, his thumbs stroking her jaw line. But still he didn't deepen the kiss or rip off her clothes or any of the wonderful things that would get them closer to raw, unbridled sex.
Although maybe this going slow thing had its benefits. There was time for exploration, and this man had a body that demanded a fourteen-point inspection. But where to start. Did she want to polish his chrome? Dabble beneath his hood? Lengthen his driveshaft?
She placed her hands on his chest, beginning her journey by stroking him through the soft cotton, moaning her endorsement of every taut, hard, chiseled inch. Her fingertips skimmed lower, feeling the ridges in his abdomen. It was a roadmap to paradise.
Where had this man been her whole life? She sent up a quick prayer of thanks to the god of broken down vehicles for having this perfect specimen of a man's car stall when and where it did.
His lips separated from hers and she blinked up at him. Why was he stopping? Stopping was bad.
"Do you want to go inside?" he asked as his thumb made lovely, erotically charged sweeps across her cheek.
Okay, that was definitely not bad. That was very, very good. Except she didn't want to go inside.
She shook her head and he frowned. His hand fell from her face and Blaina realized she'd better explain really fast before he retreated completely. She tangled her fingers with his and smiled. "Why would I want to go inside? You and the cars are out here. The garage is perfect."
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Bio
Ava Rose Johnson lives with her golden retriever in a beautiful magical place which inspires her every day. When she’s awake she works in a cozy bookstore where she buries herself under the desk and reads all the latest romances. She writes erotic romance late into the night when the muse is with her and then she goes to bed and dreams about delicious heroes and their awesome lovemaking skills.
Blurb of Midnight Melody
Five years after her husband’s tragic death, Lizzie Jenkins’ life has
come to a standstill. Spending her days like the living dead, she
struggles through, the darkness dragging her down. But when the music begins, arousing her from troubled sleep, long-gone emotions are
awakened.
The green-eyed piano player hypnotizes her with his soft
melodies, eliciting a desire within her that she has never
experienced and soon she falls into a passionate affair. But how long can a relationship with a ghost last? Surely, it must end… right? It doesn’t matter that this man is from another time, his power over her is too strong. She’s addicted.
Buy link: http://www.twilightfantasies.com/Midnight%20Melody.htm
Excerpt One-X Rated
When Lizzie passed the now familiar portraits two nights later, excitement bubbled deep inside her. She fought herself not to run, savoring the anticipation of seeing him again. The past week had been incredible, and she was in no hurry for it to end. In fact, the idea of it concluding tonight sickened her.
Pushing aside the ugly thought, she bounced down the last couple of stairs, turning immediately to the music. His melody changed every night, though it was also soft, seductive. Tonight the notes reminded her of smooth jazz, teasing her nipples to jut proudly before her.
“Hi,” she whispered, catching his attention.
She shivered as that devastating smile appeared, casting his spell upon her.
Instead of waiting for her to approach as he usually did, he stood, reaching for her hand.
She raised an eyebrow as his hand came to her waist. “What’s this?”
Moving her toward the gramophone, he turned the dials. “How could I resist asking you to dance when you look so beautiful?”
She giggled, blushing furiously. “I’m wearing my nightdress.”
“Your nightdress is beautiful”.
As the old-style music filled the room, he led her slowly around the room, his steps way too complicated for her to follow.
“I’m sorry,” she squealed after stepping on his toes.
“Angel, you are light as a feather. You could dance all night on my shoes and I wouldn’t notice.”
She laughed, slapping a palm on the center of his chest. “You have all the words, Simon Kensington. But do you have the moves?”
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pause. In one smooth step, he swung her around, dipping her so low, tendrils of hair trailed along the floor.
Breathless, she clung to his body. “Where did you learn to dance?”
“At school.”
She shook her head in wonder. “Boys nowadays would never learn to dance.”
Simon frowned in confusion. “Why not?”
“It’s considered uncool.”
His frown deepened. “Uncool?”
She nodded. “Yes. Other boys would make fun of them.”
He chuckled loudly, shaking his head.
“What?” she demanded as his laugh grew louder.
Pulling her close, he dipped in close to inhale her scent. “Why would any man resist the opportunity to dance? It is the easiest way to touch a woman, without being slapped.”
“You really are a rogue Mr. Kensington,” Lizzie scolded, giggling as he planted soft kisses along her collarbone.
“As long as I’m your rogue.”
She looked up into his eyes, his expression suddenly serious.
Swallowing, she nodded, her heart beating faster. Those eyes held more power over her than her own mind.
His lips came down on hers in one easy swoop, taking her over with the heat of his mouth. Molding against his body, she gripped his neck, pulling his mouth downward. Need coursing through her. Heat pooling at her core. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently then shoved her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.
Body out of control, she moved mindlessly against him. Lips caught on his, her back slammed into a wall. Moaning against his mouth, she held onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not knowing what was happening, she relinquished her control.
“Can’t take it,” she gasped, his mouth dragging along her neck. “Fuck me, oh God.”
Savoring the tight grip of his hands on her bare ass, she screamed as he slammed inside her. Damn, that felt good.
Moaning her pleasure, pussy clinging onto him, she banged a fist against the wall behind her. His thighs, so strong as they met hers. His cock pushing her so far. Within seconds, fire exploded in her belly, spreading throughout her body. But he kept going, she could hear him grunt. Felt her sweat-slick skin slide against his.
Feeling his whole body tense, she looked up, the desperation in his gaze making her lip quiver. Her action catching his attention, he claimed her mouth with his own, kissing her so fiercely she couldn’t breathe.
“Angel,” he muttered into her neck, breaking their kiss. “Angel…”
She leaned against the wall, his body covering hers for what seemed like hours. The warmth he gave her satisfying every bone in her body. Stroking a damp piece of hair away from his forehead, she smiled as he raised his head.
“What will I do when you stop coming Angel?”
Her heart shivered, his words sending fear shooting through her veins. Shaking her head, she kissed his forehead. “I’ll keep coming.”
Excerpt Two-X-Rated
His eyes gave nothing away, except for the flicker of heat brewing between them. Coming to a halt before him, her senses inundated with his irresistible smell of leather and soap, she tried to smile.
He didn’t smile back, his gaze uncompromising, making her sweat.
Up close she saw he wasn’t as young as she’d originally thought, creases showed at his eyes, making him even more attractive. Tall with broad shoulders, he was impossibly masculine. Stubble covered his chin, a few dark chest hairs springing from his open collar.
But it was his mouth which had her heart racing, blood rushing to her nipples. Even set in a grim line, he couldn’t disguise the fullness of his bottom lip. Plump and red, she longed to sink her teeth into it, to taste his mouth, his tongue.
Her mouth dry, she realized she was staring openly. Forcing her eyes to meet his, her breath caught in her throat at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw there.
“Angel,” he said, his husky tones pulling at her sex. “You have a beautiful mouth. May I touch it?”
Struck dumb, she nodded mindlessly, unable to breathe as his hand rose to cup her chin. Still holding her gaze, he brushed a thumb over her mouth, first lightly, then harder, pressing into the soft flesh.
She gasped for breath, her pussy thrumming heavily, begging her to press against him. His thumb rubbing the wetness of her lower lip, she tasted his skin, creating a craving within her she couldn’t resist. Parting her lips, she drew his thumb inside her mouth and sucked. As she closed her eyes, she was aware of a low moan coming from him, his body moving closer. Then overwhelmed by his heat, she pressed against him, feeling the erection at her belly. Opening her eyes, she raised her gaze to see a face rigid with restraint. She tipped her head slightly to the side, silently telling him it was okay.
Lifting her hands to cup his face, she dragged him down so his breath warmed her cheeks. Then bringing his hand from her mouth to where her nipple strained through the thin fabric of her robe, she pulled his mouth to hers. His lips touched hers softly, as if testing the waters. Winding her fingers into his hair, she kissed him harder, running a tongue over his lips. Dutifully, he parted them, sliding his tongue into her mouth, entwining with hers. Moaning into the back of his throat, she went limp against the strength of his body, only aware of the delicious heat of his velvet tongue. Her panties grew damp, the eroticism of the fevered kiss driving her crazy. Pulling at his hair, she ground instinctively against his erection, seeking release from his body.
“Please,” she breathed, needing more. “Oh God, please.”
Sharply ending their kiss he moved her onto the chaise longue, kneeling before her. He paused, running his eyes over her body.
She squirmed under his gaze. Not because she was embarrassed. She didn’t give a damn what she looked like. All she wanted was for him to soothe the ache in her pussy, an ache she couldn’t recall experiencing before.
He put his hands on her, caressing her ankles, sliding his palms up her legs. She bit her lip, the sensations almost unbearable. Her breath coming in short bursts, she pulled her robe open for him.
“Patience Angel,” he said, his tone harsh.
“No,” she hissed, pressing against his hands that rested at her thighs. “Now.”
His large hands grazed along her thighs, under the silk of her nightdress, the heat of his fingers sending a surge of moist to her pussy. Her senses overpowered by the scent of her arousal mixed with his smell, she closed her eyes, wanting only to feel.
She let out a strangled gasp, his fingers suddenly inside her, her pussy closing around them. He slid them in and out, his touch more pleasurable than anything she’d ever felt before. Opening her eyes, she saw his dark head through the haze, buried between her thighs. His hot breath closing around her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair, screaming as his wet mouth sucked on her clit. Oh God, he was good. Barely aware of her actions, she pushed his face into her pussy, grinding her hips against him.
He continued lapping up her juices, his fingers toying with her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her tight hole.
She cried out, waves of orgasm assaulting her body. He was still there on his knees, giving her the carnal pleasure.
Only when her body stilled, her chest rising and falling at a less rapid pace, did he lift his head.
Smiling softly at him, she felt satisfaction humming through her limbs. Even with legs spread, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead and face flushed, she felt no shame. Not when he looked at her like that.
“You are a beauty Angel,” he whispered, winding one of her curls around his finger.
She smiled, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the salty essence reminding her how much he’d turned her on.
“You are a devil Mr. Kensington,” she muttered against his mouth. “A devil…”
Ava Rose Johnson lives with her golden retriever in a beautiful magical place which inspires her every day. When she’s awake she works in a cozy bookstore where she buries herself under the desk and reads all the latest romances. She writes erotic romance late into the night when the muse is with her and then she goes to bed and dreams about delicious heroes and their awesome lovemaking skills.
Blurb of Midnight Melody
Five years after her husband’s tragic death, Lizzie Jenkins’ life has
come to a standstill. Spending her days like the living dead, she
struggles through, the darkness dragging her down. But when the music begins, arousing her from troubled sleep, long-gone emotions are
awakened.
The green-eyed piano player hypnotizes her with his soft
melodies, eliciting a desire within her that she has never
experienced and soon she falls into a passionate affair. But how long can a relationship with a ghost last? Surely, it must end… right? It doesn’t matter that this man is from another time, his power over her is too strong. She’s addicted.
Buy link: http://www.twilightfantasies.com/Midnight%20Melody.htm
Excerpt One-X Rated
When Lizzie passed the now familiar portraits two nights later, excitement bubbled deep inside her. She fought herself not to run, savoring the anticipation of seeing him again. The past week had been incredible, and she was in no hurry for it to end. In fact, the idea of it concluding tonight sickened her.
Pushing aside the ugly thought, she bounced down the last couple of stairs, turning immediately to the music. His melody changed every night, though it was also soft, seductive. Tonight the notes reminded her of smooth jazz, teasing her nipples to jut proudly before her.
“Hi,” she whispered, catching his attention.
She shivered as that devastating smile appeared, casting his spell upon her.
Instead of waiting for her to approach as he usually did, he stood, reaching for her hand.
She raised an eyebrow as his hand came to her waist. “What’s this?”
Moving her toward the gramophone, he turned the dials. “How could I resist asking you to dance when you look so beautiful?”
She giggled, blushing furiously. “I’m wearing my nightdress.”
“Your nightdress is beautiful”.
As the old-style music filled the room, he led her slowly around the room, his steps way too complicated for her to follow.
“I’m sorry,” she squealed after stepping on his toes.
“Angel, you are light as a feather. You could dance all night on my shoes and I wouldn’t notice.”
She laughed, slapping a palm on the center of his chest. “You have all the words, Simon Kensington. But do you have the moves?”
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pause. In one smooth step, he swung her around, dipping her so low, tendrils of hair trailed along the floor.
Breathless, she clung to his body. “Where did you learn to dance?”
“At school.”
She shook her head in wonder. “Boys nowadays would never learn to dance.”
Simon frowned in confusion. “Why not?”
“It’s considered uncool.”
His frown deepened. “Uncool?”
She nodded. “Yes. Other boys would make fun of them.”
He chuckled loudly, shaking his head.
“What?” she demanded as his laugh grew louder.
Pulling her close, he dipped in close to inhale her scent. “Why would any man resist the opportunity to dance? It is the easiest way to touch a woman, without being slapped.”
“You really are a rogue Mr. Kensington,” Lizzie scolded, giggling as he planted soft kisses along her collarbone.
“As long as I’m your rogue.”
She looked up into his eyes, his expression suddenly serious.
Swallowing, she nodded, her heart beating faster. Those eyes held more power over her than her own mind.
His lips came down on hers in one easy swoop, taking her over with the heat of his mouth. Molding against his body, she gripped his neck, pulling his mouth downward. Need coursing through her. Heat pooling at her core. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently then shoved her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.
Body out of control, she moved mindlessly against him. Lips caught on his, her back slammed into a wall. Moaning against his mouth, she held onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not knowing what was happening, she relinquished her control.
“Can’t take it,” she gasped, his mouth dragging along her neck. “Fuck me, oh God.”
Savoring the tight grip of his hands on her bare ass, she screamed as he slammed inside her. Damn, that felt good.
Moaning her pleasure, pussy clinging onto him, she banged a fist against the wall behind her. His thighs, so strong as they met hers. His cock pushing her so far. Within seconds, fire exploded in her belly, spreading throughout her body. But he kept going, she could hear him grunt. Felt her sweat-slick skin slide against his.
Feeling his whole body tense, she looked up, the desperation in his gaze making her lip quiver. Her action catching his attention, he claimed her mouth with his own, kissing her so fiercely she couldn’t breathe.
“Angel,” he muttered into her neck, breaking their kiss. “Angel…”
She leaned against the wall, his body covering hers for what seemed like hours. The warmth he gave her satisfying every bone in her body. Stroking a damp piece of hair away from his forehead, she smiled as he raised his head.
“What will I do when you stop coming Angel?”
Her heart shivered, his words sending fear shooting through her veins. Shaking her head, she kissed his forehead. “I’ll keep coming.”
Excerpt Two-X-Rated
His eyes gave nothing away, except for the flicker of heat brewing between them. Coming to a halt before him, her senses inundated with his irresistible smell of leather and soap, she tried to smile.
He didn’t smile back, his gaze uncompromising, making her sweat.
Up close she saw he wasn’t as young as she’d originally thought, creases showed at his eyes, making him even more attractive. Tall with broad shoulders, he was impossibly masculine. Stubble covered his chin, a few dark chest hairs springing from his open collar.
But it was his mouth which had her heart racing, blood rushing to her nipples. Even set in a grim line, he couldn’t disguise the fullness of his bottom lip. Plump and red, she longed to sink her teeth into it, to taste his mouth, his tongue.
Her mouth dry, she realized she was staring openly. Forcing her eyes to meet his, her breath caught in her throat at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw there.
“Angel,” he said, his husky tones pulling at her sex. “You have a beautiful mouth. May I touch it?”
Struck dumb, she nodded mindlessly, unable to breathe as his hand rose to cup her chin. Still holding her gaze, he brushed a thumb over her mouth, first lightly, then harder, pressing into the soft flesh.
She gasped for breath, her pussy thrumming heavily, begging her to press against him. His thumb rubbing the wetness of her lower lip, she tasted his skin, creating a craving within her she couldn’t resist. Parting her lips, she drew his thumb inside her mouth and sucked. As she closed her eyes, she was aware of a low moan coming from him, his body moving closer. Then overwhelmed by his heat, she pressed against him, feeling the erection at her belly. Opening her eyes, she raised her gaze to see a face rigid with restraint. She tipped her head slightly to the side, silently telling him it was okay.
Lifting her hands to cup his face, she dragged him down so his breath warmed her cheeks. Then bringing his hand from her mouth to where her nipple strained through the thin fabric of her robe, she pulled his mouth to hers. His lips touched hers softly, as if testing the waters. Winding her fingers into his hair, she kissed him harder, running a tongue over his lips. Dutifully, he parted them, sliding his tongue into her mouth, entwining with hers. Moaning into the back of his throat, she went limp against the strength of his body, only aware of the delicious heat of his velvet tongue. Her panties grew damp, the eroticism of the fevered kiss driving her crazy. Pulling at his hair, she ground instinctively against his erection, seeking release from his body.
“Please,” she breathed, needing more. “Oh God, please.”
Sharply ending their kiss he moved her onto the chaise longue, kneeling before her. He paused, running his eyes over her body.
She squirmed under his gaze. Not because she was embarrassed. She didn’t give a damn what she looked like. All she wanted was for him to soothe the ache in her pussy, an ache she couldn’t recall experiencing before.
He put his hands on her, caressing her ankles, sliding his palms up her legs. She bit her lip, the sensations almost unbearable. Her breath coming in short bursts, she pulled her robe open for him.
“Patience Angel,” he said, his tone harsh.
“No,” she hissed, pressing against his hands that rested at her thighs. “Now.”
His large hands grazed along her thighs, under the silk of her nightdress, the heat of his fingers sending a surge of moist to her pussy. Her senses overpowered by the scent of her arousal mixed with his smell, she closed her eyes, wanting only to feel.
She let out a strangled gasp, his fingers suddenly inside her, her pussy closing around them. He slid them in and out, his touch more pleasurable than anything she’d ever felt before. Opening her eyes, she saw his dark head through the haze, buried between her thighs. His hot breath closing around her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair, screaming as his wet mouth sucked on her clit. Oh God, he was good. Barely aware of her actions, she pushed his face into her pussy, grinding her hips against him.
He continued lapping up her juices, his fingers toying with her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her tight hole.
She cried out, waves of orgasm assaulting her body. He was still there on his knees, giving her the carnal pleasure.
Only when her body stilled, her chest rising and falling at a less rapid pace, did he lift his head.
Smiling softly at him, she felt satisfaction humming through her limbs. Even with legs spread, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead and face flushed, she felt no shame. Not when he looked at her like that.
“You are a beauty Angel,” he whispered, winding one of her curls around his finger.
She smiled, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the salty essence reminding her how much he’d turned her on.
“You are a devil Mr. Kensington,” she muttered against his mouth. “A devil…”
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The facts of the case:
http://www.freethejena6.org/
and
http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/main.html
and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jena_6
Selena
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The facts of the case:
http://www.freethejena6.org/
and
http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/main.html
and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jena_6
Selena
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