Today's the Last Day of the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop

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:
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(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?”