Day 2 of the "Bitten By Paranormal Romance" Blog Hop

Today is Day 2 of the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop. I will announce Thursday's winners later this evening.

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 second excerpt:
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(Warning: PG-13 excerpt)

The wind whistled ominously as it whipped around the break. Occasionally it would huff and puff, sending little clouds of soft, powdery snow floating down over them. The noise sounded like a hungry animal seeking a way inside where they lay.
 

Frequent wind gusts buffeted against the fallen timbers, and he grew concerned about the stability of their shelter. More snow was already falling through the cracks in the boards, allowing thin streams of air to flow in. He didn't know whether or not he should be grateful for the fact that at least they wouldn't have to worry about suffocating during the night. But her worsening condition was beginning to terrify him.

Eskimos.

The thought flashed through his partially dazed mind. He shook his head, trying to clear the numbness brought on by the temperature.

Eskimos.

They lived in areas where this kind of weather was prevalent almost year round.

Through blizzards and storms that could rip the skin right off a man's bones. And they thrived. They conserved body heat in those dinky, ice-packed igloos.
 

They shared body heat.

Body heat.

He began to react more on instinct. He was tired and drained, unable to think clearly, and knew that if he didn't take some sort of action soon, it wouldn't matter if the sheriff's department found them the next morning. Besides, he'd be damned if he would be responsible for her death when there was a chance he could prevent it. They were partners, damn it! He was a freaking bodyguard, wasn't he? They had been paired up for a reason, and he sure as hell wasn't going to be accused of being a slacker when this was all over.

Figure out what you need to do and do it!

There was another reason why he needed to come up with a plan of action and get his butt in gear. Anything would be better than just lying here, waiting to freeze to death, or be eaten.

He had finally admitted to himself that he wanted to see if there might be a chance something could develop between him and her. He wanted that chance. And he wanted it bad enough to do whatever it would take to get it.
 

Bottom line, whether it was because of duty or hope, there was no way he would let her die.

Moving as carefully as he could so as not to disturb the shelter, he managed to get his jacket off before working on his shirt, then the thermal underwear. Once his clothing was removed, the wintry blast was like a knife slicing over his skin, whetting itself across his bare abdomen and chest. Gritting his teeth, he began removing her jacket and sweater. He paused momentarily when he reached the white lace bra underneath her own thermal layer. Her full breasts filled the cups, the upper curves like sweet, tempting hills ready to be explored, but he quickly shook off the lapse in concentration and unhooked the garment.
 

Her skin was as cold as a block of ice, and as rigid and pale. Somehow he succeeded in wrapping her tightly to his chest, burying her forehead against his neck and collarbone, with the shirt, sweater, and undershirts. The heavy jackets he laid over them, tucking in the edges. His left arm was free, but halfway supported her head. His right arm he ran through one of the jackets' sleeve. All in all, he suspended her like a papoose against his chest and belly.

When he was finished, he took a few moments to rest. In spite of their circumstances, he was acutely aware of her firm breasts along his chest, as well as the fullness of her curves. She matched him point for point—knee to knee, hip to hip, and shoulder to shoulder. A vision of her naked in bed flashed through his mind, and he imagined her being as strong and demanding during sex as he was. Her Alpha to his. He felt a stirring in his groin, but he couldn't blame the little bugger for wanting to remain safely tucked inside his body cavity. Even his balls were drawn up as far as they could go.

Pressing his cheek to her temple, he listened carefully to her breathing. Fortunately it wasn't labored. He sighed gratefully, and he caught another whiff of her perfume. As before, it was very faint and pleasantly floral, emphasizing her femininity without being overpowering.