Today's the last day of the
Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop.
I will post my Saturday winners shortly.
Each day I'll be posting a sensuous excerpt from one of my books. All you have to do is peruse the titles and covers on the left side of my blog, and guess which book I'm quoting from in a comment. I'll make sure to give plenty of "clues" as to which book it is. ;)
Don't forget to include your email addy in with your comment.
Then, on the following day, come back and see if you've won! You may enter every day, but only one vote per day, please.
Even if you guess wrong, you may still be a winner!
Every day I'll be giving away an ecopy of any one of my books (winner's choice), a gift card to Amazon, and a gift card to Starbucks.
Good luck! Now, on to the first excerpt:
*****
(Warning! PG-13 Excerpt)
“No. No. I want to stay...here.” Taking the
glass, and being careful not to drop it this time, she immediately grasped what
he had not told her. There were limits to what he could do, boundaries that
could not be crossed, even though untold barriers that had seemed impossible
long ago had melted away like morning fog. Far be it for her to complain again
about the suffocating corset. Not when the man who had haunted this cottage and
her imagination was now a living being.
They sipped their wine in silence. The fire
crackled and popped, heedless of the growing tension between them. Where is this going? What is going to happen
after this? she wondered. The
wine was sweet in her mouth. His nearness was just as intoxicating. He was
orchestrating this meeting between them. It was impossible to believe he was
expending so much energy just so they could share a glass of wine.
How much longer was this going to go on? The unknowing and the uncertainty were potent
questions, and she felt her head starting to whirl from the alcohol and the
situation. She started to ask him when he placed his empty glass on the table
beside the sofa. He took the glass from her trembling hand and set it aside as
well. Then, without comment, he laid his bandaged hand against her cheek, leaned
over, and kissed her gently on the lips. Pulling back, he watched for her
reaction.
“Did you ever...”
“Ever what?” His breath was soft. She could see
how his dark hair hung in little waves over his ears and brushed the collar of
his shirt.
She refused to hesitate, not when this was only
a fragment of some imaginary “what if” that could evaporate at any second. She
reached for him, his arms, and his lips. She was taken aback by her hunger, but
the feel of his body against hers ripped away all pretense. She could sense all
his gentlemanly concerns and manners were tossed away. He wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her into his lap.
He held her face between his hands and
smothered her features with kisses. Holding onto this pretense was beginning to
rip her apart inside but she couldn’t let him go. Not now. Not now.
Maybe she was his love
reincarnated. But whether or not she was or wasn’t, this felt
right. He felt right. Even more frightening, it all felt
long overdue.
His fingers found the row of tiny buttons
running along her spine, and she heard him curse himself for the accuracy of
the gown he’d remembered her in.
She moaned, her lips moving against the side of
his neck. Her hands had managed to pull his shirt from the waistband of his
breeches. His skin felt incredibly smooth and warm against her palms. His body
was muscled from a life of hard work during an unforgiving time in history.
“Damn,” he muttered against her cheek. The
pearl buttons refused to obey. She could hear his frustration as his breath
quickened along her shoulder.
“Tear it,” she ordered him.
He hesitated for a split second before grabbing
two fists full and pulling the
material, ripping it apart and shredding it. Buttons popped off and
skidded across the floor, sounding like small marbles bouncing on the wood.
The bodice disappeared like smoke. She threw
her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against the rough linen shirt.
Her nipples grew excited as they rubbed along the fabric.
His hands found her back, her ribs. Several
short jerks brushing her skin suddenly allowed her room and the freedom to
breathe. The corset had been released. She inhaled deeply as he pulled it off
of her and flung it over the back of the couch. Tentative thumbs stroked the
underside of her breasts before finding the tips. His touch was electric, and
she gasped.
Together, she helped him shrug out of his
shirt, tossing it across the room. Her mouth found the curve of his neck once
more, and she tasted his scent and the moistness of his sweat. Running her
tongue up to the edges of his chin, she was surprised to hear him chuckle. The
sound of it vibrated along her lips.
“What?” she whispered with a smile.
“I had hoped to seduce you. But now I
wonder...who is seducing whom?”
S. A. Garcia is my guest author tonight on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio. She'll be reading from her homoerotic fantasy romance, An Elf For All Centuries, from Silver Publishing.
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It's 2-for-1 night tonight on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio! Olivia Hardin is my guest author, and she'll be reading excerpts from her two paranormal romances, Witch Way Bends, Book 1 of the Bend-Bite-Shift Trilogy, and Bitten Shame, Book 2..jpg)
(Excerpt from Bitten Shame)
I was perusing the blurbs of some of the new sci-fi romances over on Amazon, and I discovered one odd fact. In many cases, if the male is the one who's from another planet/galaxy, his name is unpronounceable. More often than not, it also has apostrophes in it. Examples: K'norr, Gra'dish en Me'vahu, Myr
Join us tonight on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio when Nicole Luiken will be reading an action-packed excerpt from her fantasy romance, Gate to Kandrith, from Carina Press.
(Note: This post will be displayed at the top of this blog during the Romancing the Hop blog hop. Just scroll down for the newer posts.)
Thanks to everyone who posted on Saturday. Remember, you can comment as often as you like.
