Hello! Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. Today, I bring you the sexy CEO from my brand new release, Desire Unexpected (Assassins and Sweethearts Book 1).
These 7 paragraphs are from the first few pages. Nadia and Ethan have just bumped into each other at the Art Institute. In this scene, Nadia discovers Ethan has followed her to the exhibit. Enjoy!
“What was that?”
She whipped around to find Tall and Sexy next to her. She clasped a hand over her chest and rubbed. Her fingers moved back and forth over her pulse point in an attempt to quiet the storm raging inside.
He stepped further into the blue light shining through the windows. He took her breath away. Strength and power radiated from his long lean stature, steady shoulders, and crisp look. His hair was neatly trimmed, right down to his tidy sideburns. The temptation to slide her finger down one and across the chiseled edge of his chin was too much. She shook herself.
“What were you saying?” He walked around her and stopped closer than should have been appropriate. Not knowing where to look, she concentrated on his multicolored eyes. Similar to the windows, different colors stood out. They were magnificent. Breathing in his delicious musky scent tipped her over the edge and her pussy tingled with warmth.
“They moved them because they were afraid the renovations would create harmful vibrations.” She lowered her gaze. “The decision to clean them was made after they took the panels apart.” She picked at the hem of her shirt.
“Interesting.” He tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ve never met anyone who’s known the truth.”
“Me either.” An easy smile settled in. Seconds ticked by as they stood toe to toe.
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Desire Unexpected
Assassins and Sweethearts Series Book 1
by S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-313-8
Released: April 9, 2015
BLURB:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO.
Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Hello! Happy Saturday Spankings! 🙂 Desire Unexpected is here! It released on Thursday. 🙂
Last Week: I shared a bit of a scene when Nadia wants to change everything about their arrangement.
This Week: I’ve skipped nothing. Nadia’s just asked, “Why don’t you touch me?” Here’s Ethan’s response. Enjoy!
“I touch you all the time.” He angled his head, allowing her to come a little closer.
“Not really,” she whispered. Her focus zeroed in on his luscious mouth. She was certain if she reached out her tongue, she could drag it across his lips. The heat coming from his body and his divine manly scent called her forward. Her heart beat like a wild thing, awakening her pussy and her growing need for more. “You don’t really touch me.”
He took a step toward her and she stumbled back a step, finding the door.
Desire Unexpected
Assassins and Sweethearts Series Book 1
by S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77233-313-8
Released: April 9, 2015
BLURB:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO.
Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
I have all the details on my new book, including a brand new teaser (thank you, Liz!), an excerpt, where you can pick up your own copy of this hot love story, and of course my giveaway.
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition
EXCERPT:
“It reminded me of you.” He shook his head. “It’s just from the museum gift shop. I wanted to give you something for putting up with me. I hope you like it.”
“Thank you.” She took the little box and sat on her battered sofa. “Please, take a seat.”
He sat next to her, but kept to the edge, confirming there was nothing relaxed about this visit.
After slipping the green ribbon from the box, she pulled off the lid and pushed back the tissue paper, revealing the item she’d so long desired. Her heart raced and she scooted closer to him. He had no idea what he’d done. Her secret crush giving her the piece of jewelry she’d long desired was incredibly perfect. Neither were really her style and she wanted them all the same. She looked at him with heavy tears stinging her eyes. Brushing the box from her lap, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve enjoyed our time together.” He brushed away the tear that had rolled down her cheek and cupped her chin.
“Don’t say that like it’s over.” She took a hold of his wrist and pulled it into her lap. “It’s not, right?” Panic raced over her. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop him, but her whole body hurt with wanting him to stay.
“I’m no good for you, Nadia.” He took hold of her hands. “You deserve a nice man with an uncomplicated life. I can’t give you what you need.”
“That’s not true.” She put her fingers to his lips. “Don’t.”
He took a hold of her shirt, not pulling her closer, just squeezing the fabric in his fist.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you.” She brought her touch back to his hands, trying to ease the pressure. “I just know the only time I feel alive is when I’m with you. You’re on my mind constantly.” She lowered her gaze, losing her courage by the second. “There’s something between us and I want to explore it. I want to know what drives you insane with need. Don’t you want me too?”
“Shit, Nadia, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day at the windows.” He let her go and pulled out of her reach to slip around to the other side of the couch with his back to her. “I want things from you that I’m certain would frighten you.”
“I doubt that.” Knowing she had to make her move now or risk losing him forever, she pulled her shirt over her head and tugged off her sweatpants, tossing them both on the chair. “Do you remember the questions I asked about you before we met?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“No, I’m not into fire play, but I have a feeling you know what I need.”
“What …” He turned, his gaze swept over her body and he brushed his hand over his mouth. “You take my breath away.” He stepped toward her, adjusting the bulge in his pants. “You think you want to play?”
“I do.” She sucked on her lip, wishing she’d worn her one set of matching bra and panties.
“Fuck, I want this” He brushed her skin ever so slightly up her arms, across her chest, and down between her breasts. “I’ve had dreams about this moment.” He raised her chin, forcing her to look at him. He dragged his fingers through her hair and tugged the length of it back. “I want you at my mercy. Do you have any idea what it’s like to give someone like me control?”
“Yes, sir.” She arched her back, revealing her neck. He kept pulling and tingles of pain danced along her scalp. “Please.”
“Are you already asking for mercy?” He tugged her hair again “I don’t think you know what you’re starting.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want more, sir.” Her breasts pushed against his chest and her grip on his arms tightened. “I want to know.”
GIVEAWAY
I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card and TWO swag packets, including cover postcards, bookmark, magnet, pen, zipper pull, and Desire Unexpected book cover charm
The giveaway has ended and the random winners have been selected and notified. Congratulations to Elizabeth on winning the gift card and to Lynda and Karrie for winning the swag packs.
Thank you to everyone for making this release party so much fun. 😀
Welcome to hump day my friends. Thank you to the amazing, Sandra Bunino for bringing us together.
Desire Unexpected, Assassins and Sweethearts book 1 is releasing tomorrow! 😀
Last week I shared a bit of their sweet conversation from one of their lunches together.
This Week Ethan’s life was bound to interrupt their budding relationship. Now, he’s come to her place to say goodbye. He’s just given her a gift, something she’s longed for from the Art Institute gift shop where their time together began. Enjoy!
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“You’re welcome. I’ve enjoyed our time together.” He brushed away the tear that had rolled down her cheek and cupped her chin.
“Don’t say that like it’s over.” She took a hold of his wrist and pulled it into her lap. “It’s not, right?” Panic raced over her. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop him, but her whole body hurt with wanting him to stay.
“I’m no good for you, Nadia.” He took hold of her hands. “You deserve a nice man with an uncomplicated life. I can’t give you what you need.”
“That’s not true.” She put her fingers to his lips. “Don’t.”
He took a hold of her shirt, not pulling her closer, just squeezing the fabric in his fist.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you.” She brought her touch back to his hands, trying to ease the pressure. “I just know the only time I feel alive is when I’m with you. You’re on my mind constantly.” She lowered her gaze, losing her courage by the second. “There’s something between us and I want to explore it. I want to know what drives you insane with need. Don’t you want me too?”
“Shit, Nadia, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day at the windows.” He let her go and pulled out of her reach to slip around to the other side of the couch with his back to her. “I want things from you that I’m certain would frighten you.”
“I doubt that.” Knowing she had to make her move now or risk losing him forever, she pulled her shirt over her head and tugged off her sweatpants, tossing them both on the chair. “Do you remember the questions I asked about you before we met?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“No, I’m not into fire play, but I have a feeling you know what I need.”
“What …” He turned, his gaze swept over her body and he brushed his hand over his mouth. “You take my breath away.” He stepped toward her, adjusting the bulge in his pants. “You think you want to play?”
“I do.” She sucked on her lip, wishing she’d worn her one set of matching bra and panties.
“Fuck, I want this”
Blurb:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition
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Hello! Happy Saturday Spankings! 🙂 Desire Unexpected is releasing this coming Thursday, April 9th. Squee!
Last Week: I shared a bit of a scene when Ethan is explaining what he sees in the art they’re viewing and Nadia shared a bit of what she sees in Ethan. 🙂
This Week: Ethan has to unexpectedly leave town and he finds Nadia to cancel their next lunch date. He senses her disappointment and promises to make it up to her. Her’s her response. Enjoy!
“That’s not the deal we made.” She fought her desire to change all the rules.
“I know, but I want to. I’ll call when I’m back in town.” His gaze seemed to linger on her lips. Maybe he wanted to change the rules too.
“I’d like that.” She straightened her spine and took a step toward him, eliminating the empty space. He hadn’t opened the door by much, but she wanted to throw it open. “Why don’t you touch me?”
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Blurb:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition
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I’m so excited to share that Kacey Hammell has a new release! Squee! I got an early read on this one and I was blown away. I encourage you to add this to your TBR list. Guarding Midnight is a must read.
It’s my pleasure to give me blog over to Kacey today. She’s sharing what a good writer needs, all the details on her new release and a sexy excerpt too. Enjoy! ❤
Sometimes, it takes a village. And it’s true. It takes a cohesive family to raise a child right. It takes a band of friends and family to pull off a great wedding. It takes a group of friends to support an actor, singer or a writer.
A good writer needs:
A great story, a fabulous editor, an amazing proofreader, honest and no holds barred critique partners, a skilled cover artist, and a supportive publisher.
I’ve been lucky enough to have all those, and one person in particular has been in my corner for a number of years. She’s the one that I can email every day, cry on her shoulder, tell my deepest secrets to, rant to about when my husband is being a dick (which doesn’t happen often), and share the joys of family, writing, and have a camaraderie of sisterhood.
She’s very important to me. A dear, dear friend, whom I couldn’t help name my heroine after in Guarding Midnight. Shree “Walker” is a wonderful, living and breathing woman who I could rave on and on about for days (she’ll read this, so I better not), and I just hope that when she gets the chance to finally sit and read the full edition of the book, she’ll be pleased with the results. (She did read it long, long before it was a finished first draft! But it’s changed drastically since then!)
So to my dear, Shree… Love ya. Thank you. For everything! xoxo.
K.
Guarding Midnight
by Kacey Hammell
Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic/Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Released April 1st with Evernight Publishing
Blurb:
Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.
No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.
Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.
When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.
“You women are so pigheaded.” He inched a step closer. “You never know when to shut up and just listen. I’m trying to take care of all of you here.”
“Then go tell some of the other girls. You’ve given me my orders. Fine. You’re done. We’re done.” Chin up, Shree turned away.
He grabbed her arm, startling her. She spun back, legs unsteady, and reached out blindly as she began to fall.
The world spun around her, and she braced to hit the floor.
Warmth wrapped her waist, and then darkness smashed into her.
A deep groan brought her back. Scanning the room, the realization hit her. She was atop Gavin. She gasped. His strong body had broken her fall, though she’d probably end up with some bruises. He gazed at her with his beautiful cognac eyes.
Getting involved with him would be a very bad idea. She had to study, work hard to finish school and get away from clubs for good. She searched his gaze, searching for what she didn’t know. Maybe some sign that her heart wouldn’t be bruised after he was done with it.
“Shree.” Jesus. Her name rolled off his lips almost like a growl. The rasp put her body into overdrive. Her pussy clenched and pricks of electricity tingled along her back.
This man wasn’t right for her. She was going to get hurt. Deep in her gut, she knew it. And she always listened to her gut. Always.
Not this time.
No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—miss out on taking what she could. For herself. To forget school, the job, and the past, she’d jump in with both feet and screw what might happen.
She captured his mouth with hers. A deep moan of delight escaped her.
His palms skimmed up her back, his mouth opening wide and allowing her entrance into the deep recesses of him. Stale coffee and mint coated her tongue.
Her palms skimmed over his bald head, caressing with her fingertips, acquainting herself with the feel of him. She lingered at each bump and scar, over his ears to his cheekbones.
Never before had she tasted anything as delicious or been so engrossed in the textures of a man’s roughened skin before. Tight, tough skin that was from hard living, rough times, and that of a man’s man. He was glorious. An Alpha man who was allowing his woman to take the lead.
No. No, dammit, not his woman.
Shree pushed the annoying voice aside and pulled back. Staring at him, his eyes blazed with desire…no, there would be no going back now. For now, in this moment, she would be his woman. He could brand her, claim her as his, but only this once. And she’d walk away knowing the decision was all hers.
Sitting up, astride his hips, she held his gaze and tossed the towel from around her neck aside. Her palms skimmed over his chest. The blue button-down shirt he wore did little to hide the feel of his tight muscles. His warm palms sat on her thighs, as if waiting for her permission to touch.
She leered at him, certain he was anxious to take over, loving the feel of tension in his arms and pecs as he held himself in check. How he understood that she needed this, she didn’t know. Nor did she care.
Silence filled the small room as she opened the buttons of his shirt to the waist. There was a heaven, and she was looking at it. Naked golden skin and tight ridges took her breath away. He worked hard to stay in this shape. Who was she not to admire it?
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have you under me in five seconds.” His gravelly voice cut through her thoughts.
Empowered by the passion in his eyes, she grinned at him then shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that, but I like to be on top.” She shifted on his hips, her breath catching as she felt his hard shaft against her ass.
Oh yes, this man had been blessed very well. His length pushed against her, and fire spread from her pussy straight to her toes. Her nipples pebbled tight, aching and throbbing.
Her body rocked against his, friction from his jeans and the spandex covering her was delicious. It was crazy to be so into a man like Gavin so soon after meeting him. But her body led the way. It wanted the connection to him, needed to feel him inside and around her.
These tumultuous emotions were foreign to her.
“Shree.”
“Shh, just hush,” she whispered, shifting her hips against his. She shoved the hem of her bra up over her breasts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A growl erupted from his throat.
Gaze locked on his, she lifted his hands and pressed them against her aching nipples. She gasped. The heat of his touch swirled through her body. Shifting her hips down, her pussy lips cradled his shaft through their clothes.
Delirious. Out of control.
Her mind spun with images of how she wanted to ride him. The powerful friction from their clothing and his skin set her on fire. Adrenaline rushed through her, wanting him, and to satisfy the hunger racing over her.
Desperation this strong had never hit her so hard.
Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, and drew it apart.
He stilled her movements. “Are you sure?”
Shree withdrew from under his hold, yanked open the button, and parted the zipper. “Going to back out on me?” she challenged, fearing he’d leave her needy.
He chuckled. It was light and relaxed to her. “Not bloody likely.” His fingers pushed beneath the leg of her shorts, pulling it all into each hand.
Frowning, she gaped at him. “What are you do—” She screamed, body jerking as he pulled her shorts apart. Staring at the mess of spandex he held, her jaw dropped. It was like sitting atop the Incredible Hulk whose strength was feared while admired.
The garment lay in tatters, the waistband the only thing keeping the material around her. Gavin tossed the bits that remained in his palms over his head.
His touch eased over her bare mound, reawakening the arousal coursing through her. Thankful she hadn’t worn any underwear, she lifted a bit, allowing his fingers to slide between their bodies and find her clit.
Giving herself up to his touch, she sucked in a deep breath and tilted her head back.
Moisture coated her channel, filling her, making it easier for him to glide his fingers back and forth. Electric currents of heat surrounded her clit and her pussy tightened. Two digits slipped inside her, and the breath rushed out of her. His guttural moan cut through the air.
Her eyelids lifted. She needed to regain control. It was best for her to lead this brief interlude, and remind herself just how strong she could be, realize how much she could still love her body and the needs that couldn’t always be denied.
Adjusting up on her knees, she pushed his touch away. She lowered his jeans and underwear to the floor and off his feet. The gorgeous sight of his hard cock caught her breath and saliva filled her mouth.
She’d never given a man head before, and didn’t know if she could ever bring herself to do so, but in this moment, having him inside her cunt was way more important than anything.
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Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.
A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.
Welcome to hump day my friends. Thank you to the beautiful, Sandra Bunino for bringing us together.
I’ve turned in my final set of edits and I’m happy to share Desire Unexpected, Assassins and Sweethearts book 1 is releasing April 9th! 😀
Last week I shared a bit of conversation with the four assassins. This Week I skipped to a new scene. Ethan and Nadia are together again and this time they are visiting one of his favorite food trucks. 🙂 Enjoy!
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“I got a couple chicken and a couple pork tamales.” He set down the tray and she busied herself with setting out the plates of food, napkins, and plastic forks. He pulled bottles of water from his pockets.
“It smells delicious.” She pointed to a cup and a wrapped item still on the tray. “Is that milk?”
“It is and the other item is for later.” He set the tray aside.
After unwrapping a tamale, she picked up her fork. The thin layer of masa was soft and the inside was packed with meat and sauce. First, she tasted the creamiest corn and then an explosion hit her full on. She coughed twice and he handed her the milk.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
He didn’t answer and simply laughed.
She slapped his hand and took another sip of milk. “That wasn’t funny.”
“No, but I had no idea you were such a wimp.”
“Then why did you order the milk?”
“Dessert, the other thing your truck didn’t have.” His eyebrow raised and her thoughts went right into the gutter. “What was that thought?”
“Oh, there’s no way I’m telling you. Not after you burned me with your tamale.”
He spit out his food and she burst into a fit of giggles. Once they calmed down and she uncapped the tiny tub of sour cream he’d fetched for her, she took another bite.
“These really are delicious. I’ve never seen the masa so thin and so much filling.”
“The truck owner told me, it’s his grandma’s recipe.”
“Grandmothers are the best cooks.” She scooped another bite and admired it first. “I’ve learned a few tips from mine, but they’re mostly cookie recipes.”
“She sounds like a sweet lady.”
“The sweetest. Tell me something about your family.” When he remained quiet, she changed her question. “Or you could share where you got your love for the arts.”
“My father was the curator at the Art Institute. I’ve been walking the halls there all my life.”
“That’s amazing. What a way to grow up. You never considered a career in the arts?” She took another bite of her tasty sour cream covered tamale.
“There were times I considered following in my father’s career path, but things changed for me a few times and I developed skills in other areas.”
“I’m glad you brought it up because I have no idea what we do at work.”
“And you think I know?”
“Smart ass.” She tapped on his foot.
“Okay. I’ll tell you one thing that no one knows.”
“I’m listening.” She leaned forward.
Blurb:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition
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Marianne Kowalski is simply trying to survive on what’s left of Earth after two years of invasions by the Tyranns. One night she spots an alien spaceship. When two men emerge, she hands them a letter explaining how to find her missing aunt and uncle. Marianne has nothing left on Earth, and only wants to rejoin the two people who raised her.
But when she wakes up, she’s on Addo with Vaughn and River, two hulking alien men who inform her that her aunt and uncle have been taken prisoner by the Tyranns and are being held somewhere on Voyeur Moon. Marianne puts her IT skills to work helping the Addonians, but falling in love with Vaughn and River isn’t something she counted on.
ADULT EXCERPT:
Lightning flashed once more, and the thunder was very close now. Fat drops of rain hit the pavement in front of the deck, and she knew the canopy wouldn’t protect them for long. The storm was heading straight for them. She rose, hoping they’d follow, which they did.
Marianne went straight to her bedroom, shedding her clothes as she walked. Her entire body trembled, but it wasn’t from fear. She was on fire for them, and she’d never felt so wanton or uninhibited in her life. But she also knew this wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t be. Not when it felt so perfect and sexy.
As they walked, she heard scuffling noises and soft grunts, and knew they were undressing as well, but she didn’t turn around. If she stopped, she’d lose her nerve. When she reached her bed, she stepped out of her panties and lay down on her side to watch them. There was only one soft light on in the room, but her drapes were open so they also had the lightning to illuminate the space.
She finally dared to look at them, and they were indeed naked. They nearly tripped over each other walking into the room, and she tried not to laugh. Then she moaned as she let her gaze travel over their naked bodies. Oh my … they are fucking magnificent.
Both men were as muscled as she’d imagined they would be, and covered with tats. Their dicks were big and thick, and a wave of nervousness washed over her. It had been a long time, and she wasn’t sure whether it would hurt at first when they fucked her.
But one look into their faces put her at ease. These men weren’t going to hurt her. They were just as apprehensive as she was. Her heart gave a strange lurch that these two big, strong alien men were nervous about making love to an Earth woman.
She sat up and held out her arms. River reached her first, and he pulled her into his arms and captured her mouth in a kiss so hot she wasn’t sure the lightning would be hotter if it struck her.
She parted her lips, and moans escaped her throat as he worked his tongue inside, teasing hers, and moving his lips in ways she’d only imagined were possible. What an incredible kisser. Was Vaughn this skilled, too? Oh, how she hoped so.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and gave it a tug, not hard enough to hurt, but in a way that sent tiny jolts of electricity through her body until she couldn’t even think. All she wanted to do was lie back on the bed and beg him to fuck her.
“Give me a turn.”
Vaughn’s voice, filled with lust and humor, broke through her fog. River released the kiss, and then grinned at her in a way that sent fresh wetness to her pussy. “Should we let him join us?”
“Well, I don’t know. Is he as good a kisser as you are?”
Vaughn snorted. “I’m better.”
She giggled, and River mumbled something in a language she couldn’t understand. “Was that a curse word?” They’d spoken in their language occasionally all week, and it sounded like a Russian dialect to her. She was slowly learning a few words but hadn’t heard this particular one yet.
“More than one,” he said. “Remind me later when Vaughn falls asleep and I’ll teach them all to you.”
“You’ll fall asleep before I will.”
“Doubtful. I’m younger than you.”
Vaughn crawled next to her and glared at River. “Move aside and let me have a turn.”
River did, and then he pulled lazily on his cock as Vaughn cupped her face. He stared at her with so much intensity, she had trouble breathing. The storm was directly overhead now, and lightning lit up the room. When the thunder rumbled, she swore the entire building shook.
“That’s exactly how I feel inside,” said Vaughn. “Ready to take you with the same intensity as this storm.” She moaned and he grinned, and then he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. He held her face with both hands. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
Everyone has a spark of inspiration for their stories. For Rumpled Between the Sheets, one of mine was binge watching Project Runaway. Rawr. While I’m a jean and t-shirt gal, I love the creation of new clothes and have, in my time, made costumes. A little part of me giggles when the designers get all catty. Another part grins like mad when they show camaraderie, even at the expense of their valuable time. Let’s not discuss the reunion juiciness, shall we? Much like the show, I wanted to pit an up and coming designer with a more established one. A power struggle that has both characters breathless—in more ways than one.
Rumpled Between the Sheets
By Kastil Eavenshade
Published March 20, 2015 by Evernight Publishing
Some want to find love at all costs. Some believe there is a cost to find love.
Blurb:
When Mary Becken’s mother passes away, she takes over her exclusive tailoring business. Not satisfied with the fabrics available, she unearths her mother’s loom and creates a new textile by weaving thin strands of gold. Soon her small mountain town of Beowulf Hollow is swarming with new customers and invitations come pouring in for New York Press Week.
Benjamin Elstiltzkin is downright ruthless when it comes to his fashion business, and no small town upstart is going to dethrone him as king of the fashion world. When he hatches a plan to force Miss Becken to work for him exclusively, the one thing he doesn’t expect is the temptation she poses to his never-ending bachelorhood.
With a deadline looming to gather his collection, Benjamin might have met his match in more ways than one.
Excerpt:
Benjamin leaned against the elevator. His grimace pleased her. He obviously hated her choice of clothing.
“All the clothes I have for you and this is what you go with?” He flailed his fingers up and down her body.
“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe fuck-me pumps like Ginger there is sporting are practical for being on your feet most of the day.”
He got closer to her. “You could always be on your back instead.”
“Uh, personal space?” She jabbed a finger into his stomach. Rock hard abs greeted her unpolished nail.
He backed off. “Of course.” The elevator opened. “After you.”
She rolled her eyes, a vain attempt not to fall for his arrogant charms. Mary hated men who were so forward. She’d been visually undressed by every man she came across in New York, and now here she was again with the same thing happening. Did it matter that he didn’t follow through on his innuendos? Or that he turned her legs to jelly when she locked onto his intense gray eyes?
They rode down in silence. She secretly snuck candid looks at him. His hand was in his pocket, making the jacket he wore ride up enough to reveal his taut buttocks. She feigned pushing her hair behind her ears when he glanced back. Ginger was her buffer. Without the woman riding along…
“Damn it,” she muttered. Benjamin should infuriate her yet the hum between her thighs craved his attention.
“A problem, Miss Becken?” Benjamin turned to her outburst.
She cleared her throat. “Nothing. I just remembered my favorite scissors are probably back at the shop.”
“I’m sure Miss Govern grabbed everything, per my direction.” He moved to the front of the elevator. “Welcome to your new workroom.”
The shiny metal doors parted and Mary had to contain her enthusiasm. While she loved her small workroom, Benjamin’s was ten times bigger than her whole shop. In the corner, looking drab against the white walls and tables, stood her favorite dress form. Her unfinished blue dress still adorned it.
“Miss Govern, large coffee and an egg salad sandwich on rye.” He snapped his fingers and shooed her with a flick of his wrist.
“And Miss Becken?”
“I’m not hungry, but some herbal tea would be great.” She picked through her fabrics, trying to ignore Benjamin.
“On your way, Miss Govern.”
Ginger paused, pursing her lips, before she hurried out of the room back to the elevator.
Mary snorted, not surprised by his crass behavior toward his employee. Maybe Ginger did mean to give him some competition. She walked past his highness and sat down in the corner area where the bulk of her materials were placed. On the table lay a hefty stack of papers. Her contract.
Leafing through the pages, she stifled a laugh. “You can’t be serious. Fifty pages?” She pushed it away.
“Well, we could come to some other agreement.” He sat on the edge of the table, clasping his hands together.
“Yeah. You could design your own collection and I could do mine and may the best person win.” She crossed her arms.
“If your fashion sense is anything like how you’ve dressed today, you haven’t a prayer without my guidance.”
“Well, they’re your designs, so obviously you don’t know how to make a cohesive collection.” She plucked at the top. “Tacky.”
“Have it your way.” He dug in his jacket and pulled out a check, placing in front of her. “For the materials you handmade for my use and enough for a ticket home.”
“I didn’t make this for you.” She ripped up the check, throwing the confetti in his face. “I made it for me.”
“Did I mention a sizeable sum has already gone into your bank account back in Bumfuck Hollow?” He shoved the contract her way. “I suggest you sit that pretty little ass of yours down and get reading. You do know how to read, right?”
“Fuck you, you arrogant bastard.”
He rounded on her and grabbed her by the waist. Her bottom hit the table and he positioned himself between her legs. “Is that what you want?”
“Wh-what?” She gasped as he bent her back, his body pressed against her. His hardness nestled between her legs and his hot breath teased her earlobe.
“I am willing to change the contract, Miss Becken, if you wish to be paid in another way.” He pushed her closer to his hard on. “You keep saying those words and that has me wondering something. What if I was to clip the buttons of this blouse off with my teeth one by one? Would you stop me or beg for me to continue?”
Hello! Happy Saturday Spankings! 🙂 I’m finishing one last read through this weekend and I’m excited to share that Desire Unexpected is releasing April 9th! Woot! 😀
Last Week: I shared Ethan’s first thoughts about Nadia. On Wednesday, I shared a bit of a scene where Ethan is meeting with the three other assassins. You can read that here.
This Week: I skipped forward to when Ethan and Nadia are back at the art exhibit. Ethan has just shared what he sees and this is Nadia’s reaction. Enjoy!
“This is her hair. I see it. I don’t think I ever noticed it before.” She tilted her head. “Very observant. I have a glass orb at home. Its colors remind me of the windows.” She turned toward him and found him unnervingly close. His kissable lips became her focus. Would his kisses be tender or demanding?
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Blurb:
Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.
Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.
Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition
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