Wednesday, April 29, 2009

What I'm Reading Wednesday

Another week with not much time for reading, but it's because I started work on a new book. One the weekend I finally broke through the barrier of getting those first words done. Once I do that it's hard to tear me away from it!

I finished Nauti Intentions by Lora Leigh. And I'm almost finished Bound and Determined by Shelley Bradley. At first I was disappointed in the story because from the title I thought there would be a lot more bondage. However it's turned out to be a very emotional story and I really like it!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Interview, free read and a contest!

Over the next weeks my Samhain editor is interviewing her writers at her blog, and posting the entire first chapter of one of our books – you can check it out and if you leave a comment you’re entered to win a free book. Today’s my day…Editortera’s Blog You can read the first chapter of FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS.

I can't wait to read more about some of my fellow Samhain authors over the next couple of weeks!

Friday, April 24, 2009

Insatiable Part 16

Tyler had a feeling he would never get enough of her. He had never tasted anything like her, and when he left her sweet pussy, her taste stayed in his mouth like a craving for more.
But his cock throbbed painfully and he wanted to fuck her, too.
“Do you want to get on top of me?” he whispered. “Or do you want me to fuck you like this?” He lifted his hips over hers and waited, pulsing.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her head tossing on the pillow.
“Okay. Next time you can get on top.” He stroked his cock through her folds, wetting the head with her moisture. She was so wet. He wanted her now, but he needed a condom. He leaned over the side of the bed, and her small hands held his sides as he stretched down, his erection thrusting between them. He found his jeans and dug in the pocket for the condoms he’d shoved in there before leaving home.
He ripped one open and rolled it over his dick impatiently. Chloe watched him, her blue eyes hazy, a soft smile on her full lips.
“I want to see,” she said, sitting up. He grabbed a pillow and thrust it under her, then gently pushed her back onto them. Then, taking his penis in hand again, he stroked her, wetting the latex, then pushed inside her.
“So tight,” he murmured, taking it slow. Her warm velvet pussy squeezed him. Tortured him.
“It’s been a long time,” she said on a sigh.
He tore his gaze away from the sight of his cock easing in and out of her pink, glistening pussy to meet her eyes. “How long?” he asked tightly.
“I...about a year.”
“You and Michael...?”
She shook her head.
Good. He didn’t mind knowing she’d had other faceless, nameless lovers, but he did not want to picture her with Michael.
He pushed in deeper, every muscle in his body bunched tight, straining to stop himself from ramming into her. He was so hard he hurt, so hot he burned. Moisture clung to his forehead, his chest, as he pushed, withdrew, in, out, further each time until he was buried in her. Flames licked over his body and the base of his spine buzzed.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t fit,” she whispered, her hands still on his sides, holding him.
“We fit perfectly.” He kissed her face quickly, hotly. “God...Chloe...”
He withdrew again and slowly thrust all the way, harder this time, then harder again, setting a rhythm that she matched with her hips. She rocked against him, finding her own pleasure again but God, that felt good to him, too! He buried his face in her neck as he pumped into her, the only sounds in the room their gasping breaths and the wet noises of their bodies sliding together. Chloe’s orgasm had her pussy rippling around him just as his balls tightened, his spine tingled and heat flashed over his body. He exploded in a hot, hard, jolting orgasm, pouring himself into her.
He couldn’t expand his lungs, couldn’t get oxygen. He collapsed onto her, oblivious of his heavy weight pressing her into the bed as he struggled for air, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. As the ability to think returned to him, he realized he was crushing her small body beneath him and he rolled to the side, pulling her with him.
Still trying to drag air into his lungs, he tightened his arms around Chloe and pressed her head to his chest. He couldn’t speak, didn’t know what to say. All the easy compliments he’d ever given after sex were stupid and meaningless. There were no words to describe how he felt.
But he did have questions. Long, heart-thudding moments later, he said, “Chloe?”
“When did you break up with Michael?” After a short pause, she said, “Do we have to talk about him”
“Just answer the question,” he growled. She moved against him, pressing her face into him.
“I don’t remember,” she whispered into his chest.
He waited. And waited...
“Okay, okay, it was the night that Oprah came to the restaurant.”
His sex-fogged brain took a moment to process that. “It was the night after you attacked me at my place?”
Her head nodded against his chest.
“Jesus.” Mind still working slowly, he then asked incredulously, “Did you tell him about that?”
She lifted her head. “No! Of course not!”
She stared at him, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, eyes wide. “Why’d you ask that?”
“Uh...something he said.”
Her eyebrows slanted down. “What did he say? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
She flopped back down onto him. He pushed her hair gently back from her face and stroked her hot cheek. He didn’t know what it meant, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what it meant...right now, anyway. So he let it go.
“Now what?” Her smile tickled his chest.
“I can’t tell you how incredible that was.”
“I...thank you. I think it was incredible, too.”
He stroked his hands over her soft body, eyes closed, drifting off to sleep.
“Um...Tyler...can we get under the covers?”
“Oh. Yeah, of course.” They scrambled around, pulled the comforter back, settled themselves with pillows into each other’s arms.
“Your bed is soft,” he murmured drowsily. “And it smells like you...brown sugar and peaches. I’m gonna make a dessert...with brown sugar and peaches...”

* * *

“Okay, spill it. I gotta know. Why did you lie to me about Michael?”
They sat in her bright kitchen drinking coffee the next morning. He watched her closely as she searched for words.
“I’ve told you so many times, Tyler...we can’t be involved. I work for you.”
“I don’t see the problem.” He pressed his lips together.
She sighed. “What’s going to happen when you get tired of me? I know you were only interested in me because I...provoked you that day, and then you only wanted me because you couldn’t have me.”
“Bullshit,” he said. “Yeah, you provoked me, but you just made me realize how blind I’d been about you for so long.”
She shook her head and smiled gently at him. “It’s okay, Tyler, you don’t have to pretend this is more than it is. I know you. You even told me yourself, Mandy was the only girl who’s ever dumped you. You always break up with your girlfriends. I don’t expect this to be any different.” She sipped her coffee. “It’s just going to be really awkward when that happens. I may not be able to work for you after that.”
He stared at her. Okay, he could see why she was thinking that way. It was true, he’d never had any long-term girlfriends. He got tired of them so quickly, they bored him or were too needy, or they were looking for marriage to a rich celebrity chef or a ticket to their own fame.
Was she right? Was he going to do the same thing with Chloe? He’d been so focused on having her, he never thought about what would happen after that.
She was right about one thing. The fact that she was unavailable had definitely frustrated him and increased his determination to have her. He was willing to admit to that.
He lifted his mug to his lips and gulped the hot coffee into his mouth, letting the rich scent of Sumatran Gold fill his nostrils. Thankfully Chloe bought her coffee from Karma Coffee, as did the restaurant - the best coffee in town.
But, watching her sitting there, sipping her coffee, her beautiful face calm and smiling slightly, her gorgeous blonde hair still damp from the shower drying in a silky curtain down her back, he couldn’t imagine himself ever tiring of her.
But then, did he ever think that with other women? He pondered that while Chloe waited patiently for him to respond to her.
He never went into a relationship thinking it would be long-term. That just wasn’t him. But why not? Why not a long-term relationship? It’s not like he couldn’t do it if he wanted. He just never wanted to.
Did he want to now?
He knew for sure he could not, should not make promises to Chloe he couldn’t keep. But right now, he had no intention of leaving her.
He chose his words carefully. “I’ve never felt this way before, Chloe. Right now, I have to be with you. I have to. You want to be with me too.” He said that with certainty and she gave a small nod. “So let’s just go with it and see what happens.”
She gave a crooked smile, and the hint of sadness there twisted his heart. “Like I have a choice,” she said. “Apparently, I can’t resist you. You devil.”
He grinned, relief shifting through him. He leaned over, kissed her hard on the mouth and stood. “I wish we could drive to work together.”
“That would be bad. We don’t need everyone knowing about us.”
He stopped and frowned. The only reason they couldn’t drive together was because she was going to leave about six hours before him. “Why not?”
She stared at him. “Uh...well, don’t you think it’s better if we keep, private?”
“No. I don’t.” He held her gaze. “Why can’t people know about us?”
She shook her head and shrugged. “I just thought...”
“Chloe. I’m not going to sneak around like this is some kind of sleazy affair. If we’re going to be together, everyone’s going to know. And,” he added firmly, “it’s exclusive. Right?”
Her eyes widened. “There’s nobody else, Tyler.”
“Okay, good. Me too. I was thinking.” He moved behind her and ran his hands down the length of her hair. “We should go out on a date.”
She went very still.
“We’ve never gone on a date,” he continued. “I have to go to that fundraiser this weekend. Will you come with me?”

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

What I'm reading Wednesday

Not much.
Last week was really busy with the release of Friends With Benefits - so I'm half through Lora Leigh's Nauti Intentions. I love Lora Leigh, and this book is as sexy and hot as ever, but I'm increasingly thrown by her point of view shifts. Even minor characters get brief periods with a POV. And while I love her mega alpha heroes, the conflict between Natches and Alex over Janey seems a bit overdone. But I am enjoying it!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

After the story ends...

Do you ever wonder what happens to the characters after the story ends? I often do, especially if I really love the characters. Of course, my own characters become like real people to me by the end of a story - so I wanted to check in with Kerri and Mitch, just back from their honeymoon in Paris...

Kelly: So tell us all about your honeymoon in Paris!

Kerri: It was soooo romantic. (Glances at Mitch). Until Mitch had an anxiety attack about getting married.

Mitch: I did not have an anxiety attack!

Kerri: What was it then? I swear you were having cold feet because we got married so fast.

Mitch: I think I ate some bad paté. That stuff is disgusting.

Kerri: Can’t say I was fond of it either, but otherwise the food was amazing.

Mitch: Kerri even ate bread.

Kerri: (laughing) Yes I did and you could not believe how much better bread tastes in France. Every day we’d stop in the middle of the afternoon at one of the little brasseries and sit outside and have a glass of wine and watch people. It was so beautiful.

Kelly: I went to Paris a few years ago and I loved it.

Kerri: I loved it too. It really was romantic. I love the history and the old buildings. I loved looking down these narrow old streets, lined with buildings and imagining who lives there. And how many people have lived there over the years. Decades. Centuries.

Kelly: Did you do all the tourist things? Notre Dame? The Louvre? Versailles? The Eiffel Tower?

Kerri: Yes! We even went to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Mitch: But you got scared and we had to go down.

Kerri: (frowning) Who knew I was afraid of heights? And all the security made me nervous.

Mitch: Then we looked at a lot of old paintings at the Louvre and Versailles.

Kerri: There’s so much history. It’s mind-boggling to think that people actually lived in a place like that. The Louvre was actually a palace, too, until um…

Mitch: 1672

Kerri: Yes, thank you. In 1672 Louis XIV moved from the Louvre to Versailles, and the Louvr then became a place to display the royal collection.

Kelly: What was the best part of your trip?

Mitch: The sex.

Kerri: Mitch!

Mitch: You deny it?

Kerri: Okay, no. But it was also very romantic sitting at a sidewalk brasserie having dinner one evening at dusk and watching the lights on the Eiffel Tower come on. It’s quite a show. Walking down the Champs-Élysées under the chestnut trees. And then on the way back to the hotel on the subway, some guy just started playing jazz music on a saxophone. He was so good!

Mitch: (grinning) Yeah, that was cool. But actually the best part was no lawyer jokes.

Kerri: Oh, that reminds me! How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?

Mitch: Oh my God.

Kelly: Um…how many?

Kerri: Fifty four.

Mitch: Oh my God.

Kerri: Eight to argue, one to get a continuance, one to object, one to demur, two to research precedents, one to dictate a letter, one to stipulate, five to turn in their time cards, one to depose, one to write interrogatories, two to settle, one to order a secretary to change the bulb, and twenty-eight to bill for professional services.

Kelly: (muffles laughter)

Mitch: Okay. How about this: What did the Yogi say to the hot dog vendor?

Kerri: (frowns)

Mitch: Make me one with everything. (laughs)

Kerri: (Groaning) Very funny.

Mitch: Hey, I think I owe you a few. In fact, I think I owe you a spanking for that last one.

Kerri: Oooh. Are we done here?

Friday, April 17, 2009

Insatiable Part 15

If you read Friends with Benefits, out this week with Samhain, watch for the little connection to Insatiable...

Tyler twined his fingers with Chloe’s and lowered her hands. He leaned forward to kiss her mouth again, sliding, open-mouthed kisses and she leaned into the kisses, too. The only parts of them touching, besides their mouths, were their clasped hands. A veil of heat shimmered around them.
“Unbelievable,” he murmured moments later. “Unfuckingbelievable.”
His words thrilled her, let her know he was as aroused and moved as she was.
“I want you to take your clothes off, too,” she whispered boldly.
He nodded, his face tight as he strained to control himself. His hands released hers and lifted behind his neck to grab his t-shirt and yank it off forward over his head. He gripped the shirt in his hands momentarily, sitting before her bare-chested as she studied him with excitement and admiration.
Her gaze moved over wide shoulders, rounded biceps, his firm, smooth chest, down to flat defined abdominal muscles. He was so, so beautiful. She wanted to see more.
He tossed the shirt aside and his hands went to the button of his jeans. He stood up and, with a completely masculine flick of his wrists, undid the button and the zipper, then shoved his pants down along with the black cotton underwear she caught only a glimpse of.
He stood before her naked, dark-skinned, long and lean-limbed, with a huge, throbbing erection.
Her mouth watered at the sight. Her lips parted in anticipation of tasting him. She leaned forward, still kneeling on the couch, but he set his hands on her shoulders.
“Let’s go into your bedroom.”
He lifted her by her upper arms so she stood beside him. She kicked off her shorts and moved into him, twined her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him, naked body to naked body. His skin scorched her and they both gasped at the sensation of skin on skin, from chest to knee. She twined a foot around his calf, trying to get closer, and buried her face in his neck.
It felt so incredibly, arousingly erotic. But it also felt achingly tender and right.
His hands moved to her hair, fingers digging into the twisted coils, trying to figure out how to undo it. She reached up and hooked a finger into the single elastic that held it, yanked it out. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders and back and he groaned.
“I love your hair, Chloe,” he mumbled, burying his face in it.
“I know.” She smiled.
His hands threaded through her hair, over and over, sending little arcs of electricity through her, and she pressed small kisses to the side of his neck. Her tongue darted out to lick and she felt him the rumble of his groan.
“Bedroom,” he growled. “Now.”
Reluctantly she turned and he followed close behind her, snatching up his jeans from the floor with one hand, holding her hand with the other. She led the way down the short hall to her dark bedroom.
Tyler crossed to the table beside the bed and found the switch for the lamp.
“You want the light on?”
“Oh, yeah.” He pulled her into his arms again. “I want to see you. I want to taste you, smell you, hear you, feel you, and I especially want to see you.”
She smiled, again wrapped herself around him, practically climbing onto him.
His hands stroked over her bare back and down to the curves of her butt, pulling her against his hot, hard erection. Her breath hitched in her throat and another spike of sensation drove through her womb.
“Oh, this is incredible,” she breathed.
“Incredible.” His hands still grasped her cheeks, holding her against him, against his pulsing penis. He kissed her again and her mind spun out of control, delirious and dizzy.
He ate at her mouth with feverish, devouring kisses. She took in his desperation and gave it back to him, trying to press closer, unable to get close enough.
In a fluid movement that reminded her of how he worked in the kitchen, he turned her, moved her back toward the bed, and lowered her down to the soft comforter. Then he followed her down and lay beside her, half covering her, his heavy, hair roughened leg covering hers. He kissed her over and over, one hand on her face, long, consuming kisses and she opened her mouth to him, taking him in, sucking his tongue.
His hand covered one breast, fondled it, twisted the nipple between thumb and fingers, tugged at it until she writhed beneath him in an overload of erotic sensation.
She held onto his shoulders as the room spun around her. Then his hand slid over her abdomen and lower, again through the soft curls, then lower. His fingers stroked her, over her folds, then deeper.
“Chloe, you’re soft,” he murmured against her mouth. His fingers stroked her again. “So soft and smooth.”
She nodded tightly, eyes squeezed closed.
“I love it,” he whispered. His fingers stroked deeper, through the liquid center of her, and he rubbed her moisture all over the smooth outer lips. Sensation built inside her, and her hips lifted against his hand, asking for more in a silent plea.
His mouth on hers barely touched her, his breath warm on her parted lips. He dipped a finger into her, and her inner muscles clenched in anticipation of being entered. “You’re tight,” he murmured. “I can tell already.” Fingers dipping and caressing, he suddenly groaned, “Chloe I have to taste you!”
He thrust away from her in a desperate push, shifting down her body until he lay between her legs. He parted her thighs with his hands, pushed them wide. Then he looked at her.
“Tyler,” she moaned, heat washing over her. “Don’t...”
“I told you I want to see you.” And he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her curls. He kissed the crease of her leg on one side, then the other, and turned his head inward and inhaled deeply. Mortified, Chloe fisted the comforter with both hands and groaned.
“I told you I want to smell you, too,” he continued softly. “And you smell delicious.” She choked on a giggle. “You smell sweet and hot and mouth-watering.”
“Oh, God.”
He inhaled again, then gently kissed her inner thigh. Then his mouth closed over her and sucked. He tasted her with his tongue, with long, luscious licks between her slick folds, over her clitoris that pulsed and jumped at his touch. With each slow lick, each time his tongue touched her clit, little jolts zipped through her and pleasure built inside her, tighter and tighter.
“You’re delicious, Chloe. So fucking delicious. I will never get enough of you.”
His words sent more heat swirling through her bloodstream and her embarrassment disappeared. She opened wider for him. “That’s it,” he murmured, still taking long, slow licks. “Open wider for me.” His hands pressed on her thighs and her legs parted so wide her hips ached.
“You taste like brown sugar, Chloe.”
“What!” Her eyes flew open at the description, and she peered at his dark head between her legs. The ecstasy on his face made her melt into the bed.
“Brown sugar,” he said again. “Sweet and delectable. I thought you would taste like a peach because your breasts taste like peaches, but here, you taste like brown sugar.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “I sound like a grocery store.”
He lifted his head and his eyes gleamed with humor, his lips shiny with her juices. “Sorry. It’s all about food for me, you know.”
“I know. I love it.”
She bit her lip, immediately wished she hadn’t said that, but he lowered his head to taste her further. This time his tongue went deeper, tasting inside her, and then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked.
Her hips arched off the bed as he sent her over the edge, sucking deeply, ravenously on her. Sensation exploded in her, waves of hot delicious pleasure washed over her again and again until she lay limp and trembling on the bed.
Tyler’s hands still on her thighs, he lifted his head, then licked her more, so softly and gently. He licked his way over to the crease of one leg, kissed her there again and then shifted his body upward so he lay on her, supporting his weight with his arms. He kissed her mouth and she tasted herself.
She expected him to enter her then, but he didn’t, just kept kissing her mouth, her cheek, her neck, her chest. Then he lay down just to the side of her, partially covering her again so his full weight wasn’t on her. His hand came up to cup her breast, just holding it as they both caught their breath.
“I love eating you, Chloe,” he whispered, kissing her mouth again. “I love the taste of you. I knew I would. I wanted this so bad.”
She shivered uncontrollably at his words. They made her feel so special and she closed her mind to what would happen after this. Highs were always followed by crashing lows.

Insatiable Part 16

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What I'm Reading Wednesday ...and a CONTEST

Today’s supposed to be What I’m Reading Wednesday but it’s also a release week for me so I’m going to have a contest this week on my blog – everyone who signs up for my newsletter
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this week will be entered to win an e-copy of FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. I’ll draw Monday April 20 for the winner!

What am I reading?
I finished Wicked Garden by Lorelei James and last night I finished Tied Up, Tied Down also by Lorelei. And I just want to say a big “Yay!!!” to Samhain for publishing a story with a baby as a significant part of the story. I recently had a story rejected by another publisher because they do not publish anything to do with babies, being pregnant or trying to get pregnant because it is not romantic. Well, I disagree and this story just proves it. I loved reading about Kade folling in love with his baby daughter as well as her mother!

I’m also reading “Description” by Monica Wood (a craft book - always something to learn!)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


Yoga is Kerri Harris’s life, but that doesn’t mean she’s a New Age flake. She’s a successful businesswoman, and it’s about time everyone took her as seriously as her mother-of-two, “real-career” sister. That means adding a new item to her spreadsheet—marriage plan. There’s only one person she trusts to help her check off this task: her best friend Mitch.

Divorce attorney Mitch MacAuley gets the cold shivers at the mere mention of matrimony. After the disasters he’s witnessed from childhood, marriage equals miserable. The last thing he wants is to help Kerri down that road, but he’s never been able to say no to her. He expects to feel pity for her as she goes on one disastrous date after another. The complete surprise? Thinking about Kerri with those other guys makes him crazy.

Her frustration collides with his confusion, leading to a big fight, a hot kiss and a scorching sexual tension that hits them both broadside. Prompting Kerri to propose a new plan…to add the bedroom to their list of BFF benefits.

They quickly find out there’s nothing casual about the heat they generate. In fact, the burn could ruin a perfectly beautiful friendship.

Warning: This story contains a late-night booty call, hot hotel sex and naked yoga!

Monday, April 13, 2009

I do not write porn

When my first book came out last fall, knowing it was pretty steamy content, I told my eighty-year old mother-in-law that if she wanted to buy it to support me that would be wonderful, but she should not read it. So that is what she did. I didn’t realize though that she gave it to my husband’s eight-five year old uncle to read. She had to print it off because he doesn’t even have a computer. Now I knew years back that Uncle D read Harlequin romances – I thought it was kinda cute. If he thought my book was a sweet Harlequin he was in for a shock. His reaction (to my M IL, who passed it on to me yesterday) – this is pure porn.

Big sigh.

Then I was showing my new Sony Reader to my MIL, and she asked if I had one of my books in there. I have the one coming out tomorrow loaded in there, so I opened it to the cover, then showed her how the reader works – by pressing this button you turn the page. She would barely look at it, wouldn’t even touch it, in case some of the porn cooties jumped out at her or she saw a word that would sear her eyeballs.

To my family (who don’t read my blog, go to my website or even read my books): I DO NOT WRITE PORN.

Just to make me feel a little better this morning, I got a great review for DREAM GIRL
Between the Lines: WRDF Review of Dream Girl By Kelly Jamieson
I wish I could quote the whole thing but here’s a tidbit: “I’ve never had to write a review about I a book that I enjoyed so much.” And “Ms Jamieson has a wonderful way with words”. Thank you!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Insatiable Part 14

Yup, she was busted. Chloe’s mind spun with what Tyler had just told her, even as he deepened her confusion by touching her and kissing her. He was so gorgeous, so big and hard, so hot against her body. She’d been resisting him for so long and lately the only thing keeping him back was the thought of Michael in the background. Because she knew if he didn’t stop because of Michael, she would never be able to.
She was lost. She knew it. Done. He was seducing her with all the finesse and charm he possessed, and she was helpless to resist it. She let out a small moan and gave herself up to it, wanting to experience the heat, the thrill, the excitement of making love with Tyler, like she almost had that afternoon at his house.
She’d never been so turned on as she had been that day with Tyler, and it terrified her. Highs were always followed by crashing lows, and she knew the only thing that could come out of this high was heartbreak. Tyler was not the kind of man to stick with a woman and God knew why he was interested in her, but she didn’t expect it to be any different with her than it was with the long string of broken hearts he’d left in his wake over the years.
But at this moment all she wanted was to feel. She hadn’t felt for so long. Tyler was right. She never laughed, she never cried...until last night. She never lusted for someone, wanted them so much that she ached with it low in her belly. She’d never felt that with Michael. She wanted to ache and shiver and know the pleasure of Tyler filling her up and the ecstasy of coming with him.
“Let go, Chloe,” he urged her, seeming to know what she thinking.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
And she let go.
She opened her mouth under his and her tongue sought his. She slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, one hand around the back of his neck, his skin fever hot. Her fingers slid up into his short, silky hair just as she’d always wanted.
She was drifting, mindless, floating in a pool of sensation. All she knew at that moment was the feel of him, the taste of him, the smell of him. She lifted her mouth off his and pressed her face to the side of his neck, inhaled his spicy scent, inhaled again. She couldn’t get enough of him.
His hands were all over her, sliding under her tank top, shoving it up, and her breasts ached for his touch. She shifted beside him to allow him better access and gave a small gasp when his hands cupped her breasts, shaping them, squeezing them gently. His fingers pinched her nipples and sensation shot through her to her womb, making her inner muscles clench and her pelvis arch against him.
“You’re so hot, Chloe,” he murmured, and he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth. Her hand still in his hair, she pulled him down to her breast, her head falling back with delight. His mouth opened on the sensitive tip, closed over it and sucked. Sensation streaked through her body, and she almost came. She squeezed her legs together, trying to get enough pressure to complete the build-up but wasn’t quite enough and she groaned with frustration.
“Chloe, did you almost come?” He lifted his head from her breast to gaze at her. She met his eyes, blazing and wicked. She melted inside, a pool of hot liquid between her legs.
“So close,” she moaned. “Make me come, Tyler.”
“Oh, yeah.” Now he groaned, and took her other nipple into his mouth, tasting her, sucking her, licking her. Pleasure cascaded over her, over every sensitive nerve ending, setting her on fire.
“Oh God! Tyler...”
“You taste incredible, sweetheart,” he murmured, mouth on her nipple. He kissed it, then the other one, then again proceed to lick and suck on her tender breasts. They swelled beneath his touch.
Her hips lifted off the couch, her pelvis achingly empty, needing to be filled, and she trembled with the need to come.
“Hey, be patient, sweetheart.” His hands stroked her ribcage and her waist, making her quiver. He pressed his hand to her stomach. “I want to make you come, Chloe,” he said in a low, shaky voice. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to eat you until you come against my mouth. I want to lick you, drink you up, taste all of you...”
“Oh God!” His words incited her to levels of excitement she had never experienced, desire rocketing through her.
“I’m going to take you into your bedroom and fuck your brains out,” he said. “And then I’m going to do it again. I’m going to fuck you all night. And that probably won’t be enough.”
She was shattering into little pieces at his words, shivering with excitement and longing, desperate for fulfillment. She wanted to taste him too, dazed and drunk with the idea of seeing Tyler come, giving him the ultimate pleasure, and it was going to be in her arms.
“Tyler, Tyler.” She scrambled up onto her knees on the couch beside him. She gripped his t-shirt with her hands and yanked, trying to get him up off the couch. He laughed softly.
His hands cupped her butt, fingers on bare skin, and with only a stroke, he had pushed the hem of her shorts up so that her cheeks filled his hands. “Jesus,” he whispered, caressing her.
His fingers on her bare bottom and the back of her thighs were agonizingly sweet, sending exquisite flames licking up her spine. He kept stroking softly, almost tickling her. His hands slid higher under the shorts, cuddled her cheeks, then trailed down her thighs, again and again. She shifted her knees apart on the couch to give him access to the heat between her legs. His fingers came tantalizingly close. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, hands still clutching his shirt. When she lifted her heavy lids she saw him watching her.
His eyes glittered with excitement and desire and his face was take-your-breath-away gorgeous. She’d never seen him look like that, so fascinated, so enthralled, and a shiver of power went through her. She’d been avoiding him for so long it was astonishing to realize that he was as crazed and needy as she was.
His eyes moved over her body, to her breasts now partially covered by the tank top, nipples hard points, the shorts now riding low on her hip bones. Then his gaze returned to her face and focused on her mouth, and the heat in his gaze seared her senses.
Burning up, melting down...that’s what was happening. Just what she’d wanted.
Liquid heat pooled between her legs so intensely she was sure moisture was running down her legs. She let go of Tyler’s shirt and slipped her hand between her thighs to feel for it. His gaze followed her hand and his eyes scorched her.
“That’s so hot, baby,” he whispered.
She nodded mindlessly and her eyes fell closed again as she pressed her hand between her thighs, needy and pulsing.
His hands tightened on her butt almost painfully, then tugged the shorts, pulling them down a little. Chloe moved her hand away and almost fell onto him. She opened her eyes again and looked down at herself. The shorts rode low, and soft curls of gold peeked over the waistband.
Tyler followed her gaze and slowly, slowly tugged the shorts lower until the small puff of golden curls was fully revealed to him. The shorts dropped to her knees and she slowly sat back on her heels. Then she grabbed the bottom hem of her tank top with crossed arms and dragged it up and over her head.
She knelt beside him, naked except for the shorts around her knees. Her eyes met his, trembling inside, hopeful that she would meet with his approval, knowing he had much to compare her to.
“You’re beautiful, Chloe,” he whispered, almost reverently. The look of awe on his face sent warmth flooding through her. “I’ve waited so long for this.” He touched her breasts with just his fingertips, trailed his fingers down her abdomen, making her shiver.
He took her hands in his, lifted them to his mouth. He kissed the inside of one wrist, his gaze still locked on hers. The caress to the sensitive skin of her wrist was incredibly erotic. His tongue flicked out and then he sucked gently right over her pulse. He moved his mouth to her other wrist, kissing, licking, sucking. His eyes fell closed and his mouth slid up her arm to her inner elbow, and she thought she was going to die of ecstasy as thick liquid pleasure poured over her and her heart expanded in her chest.
She pressed her thighs together, quivering and wet. “I’m dying, Tyler.”
He smiled against her elbow and licked her again. “Me too.”

Insatiable Part 15

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

What I'm Reading Wednesday

This week I finished La Bonne by Michèle de Lully. As I mentioned last week, it was recommended by a couple of fellow authors and I did enjoy it. I think this is the first f/f/m story I've read that ends in a HEA for the threesome. Very well done.

And I'm almost finished Rode Hard, Put up Wet by Lorelei James. I know I'm late to the Lorelei James fan club, but sign me up! Her characters are so realy, so gritty, so flawed, and her stories are hot but full of up is Wicked Garden and Tied up, Tied Down.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Insatiable Part 13

The noisy kitchen immediately fell silent except for the sizzle of food cooking.
“Holy shit,” Carlos said.
Tyler shook his hand. Goddamn it, that hurt. His knuckles were going to swell up for sure.
“What the hell!” Michael struggled to his feet. Blood trickled out of his nose and dripped onto his pristine blue and white striped shirt. Tyler turned and grabbed a towel from a rack, tossed it to him.
“You bastard,” Tyler growled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing cheating on Chloe? And coming here...are you out of your mind?”
Michael stared back at Tyler open mouthed, the towel pressed to his nose. “Chloe? What are you talking about? I’m not cheating on Chloe. She dumped me weeks ago!”
Now Tyler was staggered. “What?”
Michael wiped blood off his face. “Jesus Christ, what’s the matter with you? I’ve got blood on my shirt, for Chrissake.”
“She broke up with you?” Tyler asked slowly, his mind struggling to process this information.
“Hell, yeah. I can’t believe you didn’t know...seeing as you’re the reason.” Michael hurled the towel at Tyler, who caught it automatically, and stalked off through the kitchen doors.
The kitchen was still silent, everyone staring at Tyler.
“Get back to work!” Then Tyler, too, stormed out of the kitchen. He started toward his office, then changed his mind and stuck his head back in the kitchen. “Who’s got table twelve?” he demanded.
“Me,” Mitch said.
“Comp their meal,” Tyler barked.
He stomped into his office. What the hell? What did this mean? Chloe kept using the fact that she had a boyfriend to keep him away. But she really hadn’t been seeing Michael. Man, this was too much for him to comprehend.
He knocked his head against the wall once, twice, gritted his teeth.
His first instinct was to grab his car keys and hightail it over to Chloe’s house, but he was so outraged he knew he would scare the hell out of her.
So? She deserved to be scared, the lying little witch.
No, he couldn’t scare Chloe. He played out different scenarios in his mind and then made his decision.
He went back and had a word with Carlos. They’d be okay for the rest of the night without him.
He drove to his house to shower and change. He didn’t want to smell like the kitchen when he saw Chloe. In his bedroom he grabbed a handful of condoms and stuffed them in his pocket.
Then he drove through the dark city to her small house, proud of himself for his control, his body vibrating with repressed energy and anger and lust.
At Chloe’s house he set his finger on her doorbell and held it there until she opened the door, wide-eyed.
“Tyler! What is it? Is everything okay?”
Of course she would immediately assume he was there to get her to fix a problem. He smiled.
She wore shorts - shorts! - that revealed her incredible, smooth legs. They were like boxer shorts, white with pink hearts, and the waistband was folded over so they sat low on her hips. On top she wore a pink ribbed tank top that fit snugly over her breasts, clearly revealing she had on no bra. A strip of smooth golden skin between shorts and tank top tantalized him. Were those her pajamas?
“Did I wake you?” He pushed gently past her into her home. She let him in, biting her lip, eyes wary.
“ I was just getting ready for bed.”
“Is that what you slept in last night?” he asked with interest.
Her eyes shifted. “No,” she said slowly. “Why are you here, Tyler?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said. “Offer me a drink.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “A drink?”
“A beer would be great.” He walked in, looking around. “I like your house, Chloe. It’s very...calm.”
“Um, thanks.”
He sat down on her white couch and spread his arms along the back of it, looking at her expectantly. She turned and walked out.
Tone-on-tone white and cream created a calm feeling, different textures adding interest – smooth ivory walls, a white-brick fireplace, creamy jacquard upholstery. Shabby-chic white slipcovers wrapped the furniture, and cushions of different cream and white fabrics created cozy nests. A fat candle on the coffee table dripped and burned with a lazy flame, filling the room with the scent of vanilla. So different from his starkly modern house with stainless steel, black leather and wildly colored art on the walls.
Chloe returned with a beer and a tall glass.
“Aren’t you having anything?”
“I was just going to bed.” Her voice was chilly. “Could you just tell me why you’re here so I can get on with it?”
He grinned. He poured the beer into the glass carefully so the head just came to the top edge, then set it down on the table in front of him. He took a breath and relaxed back against the cushions, then reached for the beer. Chloe hovered beside the couch.
He pulled her down beside him with his free hand, circled her slim shoulders and pulled her close. He’d never seen her wear pink. It was was pink like her lips, like her nipples...
He had to grab hold of his self control, his heartbeat deepening to a drumbeat, his cock hardening. She tensed under his arm and tried to pull away.
“Please, Tyler, what’s going on?”
“I wanted to see you,” he said again. “Is that so bad?”
“Yes! I mean, no...but...”
His fingers slowly stroked her bare arm and he sipped his beer. He didn’t even want the beer. It was just something to slow him down so he didn’t jump her sexy bones.
“What were you doing tonight?” he asked idly, sensuously caressing her soft skin.
She shot him an exasperated glare. “I unpacked, did a load of laundry and worked in my garden,” she said. “Weeding. Sound fascinating?”
He nodded, looking at her indeed with fascination. Her hair was pulled back into a bun that was all loops and spiky ends sticking up, something else he’d never seen. It showed off the curve of her neck and shoulders, but he preferred it down, long and loose so he could touch it.
“You look so different tonight, Chloe.” His eyes roamed over her body in the skimpy clothes.
She tried again to move away from him. Again, he pulled her closer, his arm tightening on her body.
“I’d love to see you weeding.” He pictured her bent over in those little shorts, her curvy ass sticking up. The shorts would probably be so short you could see the bottom curve of her cheeks...
“You’re insane!” she gasped with a choked laugh. “How could you possibly...”
He smiled again. He carefully put his beer down on the table then touched her face, her cheek hot, his fingers cold from holding the frosty glass. She shivered beneath his touch as he drew his fingers down her cheek, over her full bottom lip.
“Last night...” she began, and he shook his head, pressed his fingers on her mouth.
“Forget last night,” he said. “Some time I want you to talk to me about your mother...I want to hear about it, and I think it would be good for you to talk about it. But not now.”
She gazed at him, her eyes huge and smoky blue.
He leaned forward and kissed her softly, lingeringly, once, again...and again.
Her eyes drifted shut as he brushed his lips across hers. She softened against him and hot male triumph shot through him. He was right about her and how she felt about him, how she reacted to him.
He deepened the kiss, opening his mouth over hers and going in, licking at her mouth hungrily but carefully. He didn’t want to scare her. He sensed her nervousness, even as he felt her arousal.
His hand on her cheek slid down to the curve of her neck, over her shoulder, then down to the swell of her breast under the soft cotton. Her nipple tightened against his palm and he hardened in response, his jeans too tight against his aching cock.
“Tyler you’re doing this again.” She set a small hand on his chest and he loved the feel of it. He covered her hand with his, pressed it there, his heart thudding beneath their joined hands.
“Doing what?” His lips trailed over her peach-soft cheek.
“Doing this!” she cried in frustration, her head falling automatically back to allow him access to her ear, her sweet neck. He licked and nibbled his way down to where her neck joined her shoulder and sucked softly there.
She tried again to move away from him. “How many times are we going to have to go through this? You’re driving me crazy.”
“Me too.” He licked her ear, making her shiver. Her nipples tightened even more, poking through her shirt, and flames licked over his body.
She pushed on his chest, the feel of her hands on him there a delicious pressure. He held her against him, muscles in his arms and shoulders taut with the effort.
“For all you know Michael could be here!” she gasped, trying to avoid his mouth.
He smiled against the side of her neck. Perfect.
“I know he isn’t,” he murmured, licking again. God she tasted good. So sweet. “Because I just left him at the restaurant.”
“Actually, I think I broke his nose.” He licked her shoulder underneath the strap of her tank top. Delectable.
She jolted back in his arms. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He drew back a little and smiled at her. “Michael was having dinner tonight at the restaurant. With another woman.” He couldn’t resist touching her while he talked, so his hands cupped her breasts. She was so stunned she didn’t even try to stop him. “I thought he was cheating on you, so I punched him in the face. He was bleeding pretty good.” Then he frowned. “Damn. Isn’t he a lawyer? He’s probably gonna sue me.”
“He’s an accountant,” she answered automatically, apparently trying to take this in, blinking rapidly at him.
“You’re busted, sweetheart,” he said softly. “He told me you broke up with him weeks ago. Too bad he didn’t tell me that before I plowed him. Oh well.”
He leaned down and took her mouth again.
“Wait,” she begged, jerking her head aside.
“Uh-uh, Chloe. I’m not waiting any longer. You’ve got no excuse now...I’m going to have you and you’re going to love it.”

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Can I brag about my veins?

There aren't many parts of my body I feel inclined to brag about, but apparently I have very nice veins. No I'm not married to vampire. This week I donated blood.

I'm not new to it. This was my 45th donation. Every time they tell me what nice veins I have. It could go to my head.

My dad was a blood donor and took me when I turned 18. Unfortunately, he died not long after that, but I have continued to give blood, partly because it's a good thing to do, but also in his memory. So this time I took my teenage daughter for her first time.

Except they almost wouldn't let me give because my blood pressure was too low. I always have lowish blood pressure, which I think is good, but this time it was 111/40. It was a wonder I had a pulse. I felt fine, but they made me drink a couple of juice boxes and eat a granola bar, then checked it again. Amazingly up to a nice 120/60.

In the meantime my daughter had been taken in. They couldn't find a vein in her left arm, so had to move her and try the right, poor thing. And then, before I even got to donate, as they removed the needle from her arm, she got light-heated. They had to bring her juice and put cold cloths on her forehead and neck, anxious mom hovering beside her. I was the one with the low blood pressure but she's the one who felt faint.

Not how I wanted her first time to be, but she says she'll do it again. And so will I.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

What I'm Reading Wednesday

What I read this week:

Programming The Parallel Port: Interfacing The Pc For Data Acquisition And Process Control

Optical Interconnections And Parallel Processing: Trends At The Interface

Uncertain Rule-Based Fuzzy Logic Systems: Introduction and New Directions

Emerging Trends in Database and Knowledge Based Machines: The Application of Parallel Architectures to Smart Information Systems

April fool!

I went online and found some of the books I would be LEAST likely to read (if you know me, I am severely tech challenged- the fact that I can even blog is amazing to me). I don’t even know what those things mean! It’s like those titles are in another language. Here’s the real list!

JoAnn Ross – Shattered

It was great to read Shane’s story – the “flyboy” injured in Afghanistan. We knew from other stories (Zach’s? Quinn’s? Both? I can’t remember) that he had lost a leg. Now there’s a really wounded hero for you. But the interesting twist is that he doesn’t have PTSD and he’s not all bitter and hopeless. He has such a positive attitude, you gotta just love him. And a wonderful strong woman for him – the doctor who saved his life. My only complaint about this story is it’s light on the romance part, heavy on a lot of technical military detail, but certainly realistic and convincing. And a bonus love story – for Father What a Waste!

Blackwater by Jeremy Scahill
As I’m part way through this I’m wondering if this provided any inspiriation for the “Phoenix Team” in JoAnn Ross’s books (see above)...

And just started La Bonne by Michèle de Lully – this was recommended by a couple of other authors on a blog the other day so I had to get it...