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:
*****
(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?”

Day 3 of the "Bitten By Paranormal Romance" Blog Hop

It's now Day 3 of the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop. I will post my Friday 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)

The alarm on the cell phone chimed. He was awake almost instantly, trained to come fully alert after years of undercover work. Reaching to shut it off, his hand brushed over the vibrant body lying against him. From some unknown source, a light found the diamond solitaire in the band on his hand, and his eyes were drawn to the sparkle.

If someone had told me a month ago I’d be running off to Vegas to get married, I probably would have called the state mental hospital and had them committed, he told himself.
He’d deliberately set the alarm a little early. After all, this was their honeymoon, and wouldn’t it be nicer to face the challenge of the coming day after savoring a soft giggle, a softer kiss, and the softest pair of thighs ever created on the face of the earth?

She was rolled in the sheets like a butterfly in a warm cocoon. It was an odd little habit she had, as if she was swaddling herself into a protective sheath. Pulling up onto his elbows, he bent over and began to unwrap her. As he slowly uncovered her, he placed tender kisses on the exposed skin, until he reached the center. By the time he uncovered her dimpled bellybutton, she was stretching languidly.
 

“Good morning.” He nuzzled the bellybutton as he eyed the thatch of pale golden silk not far from his cheek. She radiated heat. Heat and her unmistakable scent.
 

“Good morning,” she rumbled breathily. “Time to get up?”
 

He grinned. “Oh, I’m already up."

Up... rock hard... and ready.

He could hear her sharp intake of breath, then a low laugh.

“You know... I’ve yet to find out if you like to take your showers in the morning or the evening,” she commented. Her hands had found his thick, loose hair, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her fingers casually running through it. It was a simple gesture, her combing his hair, but it was one of those moments he enjoyed. Once she had braided it into one thick lock down his back, taking her sweet time, until she was satisfied with the way it looked before she asked him for an eagle feather to stick in it. She couldn’t figure out why he had laughed so heartily at her request.

Giving him a little push, she added, “Of course, you like to take your baths any time that’s convenient.” Her tone of voice tickled him. It had been an experiment of his last night, to see if they could make love while she lay submerged in the warm water. For some unexplainable reason, he wanted to see if her gills reacted as she climaxed when she was breathing through them.

They did.

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:
*****
(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.

I'm Participating in the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop, and I'll Have 3 Winners a Day!

Starting today, and going through the 16th, I'll be a part of the Bitten By Paranormal Romance Blog Hop.

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)
Once the nurses left with a departing comment that the doctor would be in to see her soon to give her her walking papers, she sat up to face him and opened her arms. Her lower lip trembled from the feel of his arms going around her, and she buried her face in the hollow of his neck as lips pressed against her forehead.

"Good morning, gorgeous." His voice echoed in his chest.

She giggled slightly. "I'm not gorgeous. My hair is a mess. I need a shower. And I bet my breath could knock an elephant to its knees."

"Mmm. Let me be the judge of that."

His mouth trapped hers, captured, and took it hostage. She surrendered, never wanting this almost perfect moment to end. Dimly she was aware of his body sitting beside hers, thigh to thigh. Slowly she could feel his hands moving up her back, parting the flimsy gown until they found her warm skin. Almost tentatively one hand began to move forward, gradually easing around her ribcage. He was going to touch her breast. There was no doubt in her mind. It was a touch she wouldn't deny him or herself as her skin tingled with anticipation.  
As the rough palm cupped her, her breath caught in her throat, and he released her lips to give her the chance to object.

"If you don't want—"

"No," she hurried to tell him. "Keep touching me. Keep…"

There was fire in his touch. Fire that was shooting sparks though every nerve and muscle in her body. When his hand gently squeezed the full globe, a moan of pure want rumbled through her, surprising her with its intensity. Sparklers sizzled between her thighs.

A thumb rubbed over the nipple, making her jerk in response. He lifted his face from where he had buried it against her neck.

"Does that hurt?" His voice was hoarse. He had moved his hand away slightly.

She managed a weak smile. What she wouldn't give to be able to see his face. Taking his hand, she deliberately placed it back on her breast, letting him know she didn't want him to stop whatever delicious torture he had in mind.

Letting out a deep sigh, he dove back into the sweetness of her skin.

His thumb continued to play with her nipple until she could feel her womb clench. A surging wetness moistened her innermost core, and she trembled beneath the power of his touch. His hand moved, and he gently pinched the hard nub between thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, God."

Before the words were out of her mouth, he was gone. No, not gone, she discovered when she opened her eyes. Moved away, back to the other side of the room where his aura shone brightly. She started to ask him what was wrong when the door to her room opened and she heard at least three people enter.