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Today is a scene from my first Liquid Silver Book Lonely No More.

Blurb:

Five years ago on Halloween, author William Moore carelessly broke up with a witch. Needless to say, she didn’t take it well. Cursed to a lonely non-life as a ghost, trapped in his own home, he never expected to do more than exist in the world his ex had created. Except now he’s got a new roommate in the form of fellow author, Alyssa Washington, and he doesn’t anticipate his strong attraction to her. As their simmering emotion sparks life within, he yearns to become mortal once again.

Can his newfound feelings give him what he wishes for most?

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Here’s the scene:

Aly awoke, feeling a heaviness lying around her waist, trapping her arm and leg. When she tried to move, she found she couldn’t. Fear made her squirm even more until the heaviness on her leg slipped away. She felt warm, moist air caress her cheek and then heard an inhalation of breath. Will! And he’s become solid!

Sighing, she relaxed while trying to figure out how to get out from under him. Every so often sharp needles of pain shimmered through her leg as it woke up from its slumber. When he rolled over to the other side of the bed, she scrambled up to get off the mattress. When she tried to stand, her leg wouldn’t support the weight and she ended up falling to the floor on her butt.

Groaning, she lay down on the floor, her leg prickling. To add to her pain, her arm was awakening. The pinpricks of pain shimmered up and down her arm. She gritted her teeth.

“Aly? Aly, you okay?”

“No, I’m just lying on the floor for my health,” she retorted, sharper than she had intended.

She heard the bed creak as he got off the mattress. He floated naked over her. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes remained glued to the large, thick shaft standing at attention. He crouched down, then reached out and ran a hand through her hair. “You okay?”

“I fell.” She continued to stare at his cock, now closer to her mouth. She had an urge to raise herself up and take it in her mouth. She managed to drag her eyes away, and ignored the way her body throbbed and ached. How tight her skin felt. The way the room had become blazing hot instead of nice and warm. She swallowed and tried to sit up on her own. If he touched her, who knew what she would do. Once upright, she noticed that her leg and arm were no longer prickling but her ass hurt. William continued to crouch down next to her.

“Let me try and help you up,” William suggested.

“No, no. I’m fine.” She struggled to get to her feet while trying not to brush up against William. It was a difficult feat. She wanted to lean into him, feel his body and strength against hers again. As she swayed once on her feet, William straightened up quickly, solid hands reaching out to clamp down on her upper arm, helping to steady her.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed,” he urged.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Don’t push me away.” His voice was soft, edged with an emotion she couldn’t identify. Aly gazed up at him to find his body was wrought with tension, as if waiting for something to hit him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

“It was lonely here before you. I was lonely. I went from woman to woman, and while in college I drowned myself in travel without really enjoying where I was or what I was seeing. It was all research to me. Now, I wish you had been with me. I couldn’t take it if you ran from me because of something I said or did.”

He finally looked into her eyes. His eyes shimmered with emotion. A lump formed in her throat, she wasn’t sure what to say. She knew what it was to be lonely, to lose yourself in life instead of dealing with the ache in your heart as you watched other people finding something, someone, wondering when you would become one of them. She may not have gone through men like they were water, but she had developed habits to help her ignore how empty her life was. She had fallen into a routine that held no joy for her. She loved writing but grew tired of her characters having the happy ending she wanted.

Aly couldn’t figure out how he had done it. How he had carved out a niche in her life that made her want things she hadn’t thought possible. Now, some of her desires were in reach and tangible. “I understand what you’re saying. I know what it is to be lonely.” Her voice was soft and yet it sounded deafening in the quiet room. “I fell into a routine without living life. I was numb and now…” She wasn’t sure what to add, everything circling in her head sounded so cheesy and inadequate. “Now you’re not alone anymore. It’s like you’ve found something that you never thought possible and everything feels so natural.”

His hand came up, his fingers slipped over her skin like a whisper. “That’s how I feel with you. I can’t figure out how you did it. You just showed up and everything feels better, right. My family, with the exception of Deacon and my uncle, treated me like a nuisance that had disgraced them somehow because I refused to be their poster boy for good behavior. And when I left they were actually appalled. Now I’ve found you and you fit perfectly into my life.”

His fingers slipped down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand palm up, and threaded the fingers of his free hand between hers. His hand felt solid. She closed her fingers around his and they stood like that for a while, staring at their joined hands. A tear slid down her cheek. Overwhelmed with emotion, unsure of how to put into words what she felt, her eyes silently pleaded for him to say something.

He nodded. “I know. I feel the same way.”

He lowered his head, and she made no move to stop him. He brushed his lips against her, softly at first, the touch tentative. When she didn’t pull away, he pressed his mouth to hers. Their heads rolled from side to side slowly. The kiss began to transform from soft and sweet to heated and passionate. His tongue slipped along the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, giving him permission.

Burning, her body was on fire and wound so tight she became afraid that she would break. Her core clenched as her pussy became drenched in her juices. Her clit throbbed with need. Her sex tingled with arousal. She began to rock her hips, wanting to feel the solidity of his body against hers. Their kiss became frenzied as her body continued to move against him.

She pulled her face away, a cry of frustration on her lips. “I want to touch you, feel you.” She glanced down at their still connected hands. His fingers were fluctuating between fuzzy and solid. His touch went from warm to cool and back again.

Anguish contorted his features. “I want to, taste you, touch you, and feel you too. I wish to the gods I could be with you. I ache with longing to be with you.” William’s voice was harsh with torment.

She let go of his hand and began to pace. Her body ached, her skin was too tight. She was wearing too many clothes. An idea came to her. “There is a way, but you can only watch me. I know it’s not…”

He cut her off. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

She began to shed her clothes; shirt, sweat pants and panties landed in a pile on the floor. She looked up at him, and her breath caught to find his eyes practically burning into her. His gaze only incited the flame that burned within her.

“You take my breath away,” he murmured. He reached out, his translucent fingers trailing over her chest, and the tip of a finger made contact with her nipple.

A shock of electricity went straight to her clit. Her hips jerked forward and she moaned. “Again, another touch like that,” she urged.

He circled the single finger around the areola before pinching the tightened nub. Another soft cry passed her lips as a gush of liquid warmth slipped down her thigh. Her aching channel clamped down on air as the fire in her body blazed hotter. He transferred his attention to her other breast, repeating the action. More, she needed more.

“Enough,” she said, her voice ragged as she tried to gain control over herself. Aly walked over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress. She lay down, spreading her legs wide, showing him the slick, thick lips of her sex.

“Come to me. Watch me as I make myself come for you.” She turned her gaze toward him, waiting for him to come and join her on the bed. She didn’t have to wait long. The mattress dipped under his weight, the outline of his body rippling, pulsing, almost as if she was seeing his eagerness and anticipation.

“Can you … can you touch yourself? Can you get relief that way?” She couldn’t stop the questions. Part of her felt nervous, she had never masturbated in front of someone else before. The other part of her wanted to relieve the pulsating ache between her legs. She watched his hand move, as if in slow motion, toward his stiff shaft. His fingers wrapped around his cock. Breathlessly, her eyes followed his hand moving up and down the thick shaft. She swallowed, squirming slightly.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you come in front of me,” he urged, his voice deep and gruff. His eyes narrowed to slits, dark green glittering behind the frame of dark brown lashes. She moved her hand, fingertips trailing between her full breasts down her stomach and over her mound before slipping between her thighs. She parted the thick lips of her sex, exposing the engorged bud. Heat shot through her as an image formed before her eyes, of him between her thighs, his teeth gently tugging her clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud before sucking the nub into his mouth.

Her hips arched off the mattress. She could feel his mouth tugging, sucking, and pleasure rushed over her as fire danced on her skin. She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing, massaging the globes. Fingers pinched, rolled and tugged on the turgid peaks. Electricity shot to her clit, and heat spread through her groin with each pull of the phantom lips. Lifting her head off the pillow, she gazed down her body–there was no one there. He sat on his haunches before her, stroking his cock, eyes glued to her pussy.

The invisible mouth stopped its ministrations.

“Touch yourself,” he urged.

With just her fingertip, she began to circle her clit. Pleasure ran up her spine, her body arched upward as she increased the pace. She circled faster and faster, his hand moved faster over his shaft, matching her pace.

He groaned. “I wish I could taste you.”

She cried out, and felt something thick sliding into her needy channel. Her core clamped down on the invasion. She knew it was him. He stretched her walls. “More. I need more of you.”

Her fingers picked up speed, rubbing harder, occasionally pinching her clit. Pain and pleasure clashed within. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter. He pushed farther inside of her until he reached her cervix. She clamped her inner walls around his phantom cock. He pulled back and thrust forward, harder. He began to pound into her while her finger worked her clit. Phantom fingers pinched, tweaked and pulled her nipples. A finger circled around her anus.

Sweat slid over her skin. Her body sunk into the pleasure and pain.

“I wish I was whole, solid. I wish I could be inside of you, making love to you properly. This isn’t enough. It will never be enough until I feel you around me, surrounding me. Let me show you what I want to do to you.”

An image surfaced in her mind of what he wanted for them…

He grabbed her hips, pulling them against him, holding her still as he thrust himself against her. The hardened shaft rubbed between them, the thick head slick, a pearlescent drop of need at the tip. His cock pushed forward and retreated, sliding against her belly. The image was so erotic.

She wanted to watch that cock sink into her pussy, watch him as he fucked her, claimed her. A burst of fire washed over as need rode her.

She continued to watch the image, her finger circled faster and faster as the scene progressed. Her cunt contracted. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

The images continued. He stopped rocking against her and lay back. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke the thick shaft. Pearls of desire formed from the slit at the top and dribbled down the shaft.

She yearned to taste the salty sweetness of him. Wanted to take him into her mouth and suck him until he came. Instead, she watched herself crawl up his body, admiring his athletic legs dusted finely with dark red hair. Stopping between his thick, muscular thighs, she sat up on her haunches. Bending over at the waist, she raised her head and looked up at him, making sure he was watching what she was about to do. His emerald green eyes were trained on her. Holding his gaze, she flicked the tip of her tongue over his slit, once, twice, three times.

She watched his body shake slightly, and smiled. She moved to the other side of him and lay down, waiting for him to cover her body. In that moment, all she could see, feel, think and hear was him. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t have to wait long; his body covered hers in a matter of seconds, his heat enveloping her. His musky scent intoxicated her. His hair covered them, blocking out most of the light in the room.

His heated gaze held hers. Bending her knees, she planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips upward in invitation. Balancing on one hand, he reached between them. She felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Her body stilled, anticipation hummed between them. She waited, the seconds ticking by so slowly. She was about to demand he move when his hips shot forward. She cried out at the burst of pain as he entered her. He was thicker than she had thought. He stretched her as no other lover had. He paused, just his cockhead inside her slick channel. Her inner walls contracted around him, trying to pull more of him inside of her.

She moaned. The thickness began to pound her pussy as he showed her what their lovemaking would be like. The phantom fingers continued to tug, pinch and roll her nipples. Her orgasm coiled tighter and tighter within her belly.

“William.” She moaned. There was nothing else she could say.

He growled. Fire rushed over her, in her, the blood in her veins was burning. It didn’t hurt. A mouth moved over hers, capturing her lips, nipping, tugging and sucking on her plump bottom lip. Groaning, body arching, finger dancing, pinching, running around her clit faster, harder, the dream-like sequence progressed as her body became enveloped in heat.

She wrapped first one leg around his waist and then the other, crossing her ankles, drawing him deeper inside of her. They moved together, thrusting, rubbing against one another.

“You feel so damn good. Fuck.” He grunted as he began to pick up the pace, moving faster. She met his thrusts with ones of her own. Slipping her arms around him, she slid her hands down his already slick back, over the hard cheeks of his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh. He groaned as he pounded into her. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air.

“Yes, harder, fuck me harder,” she urged. Her diamond-hard nipples rubbed against his chest, causing arcs of electricity to shoot to her clit. She clenched her walls around him, and her orgasm built, her stomach tightening. With each thrust he hit her cervix, pleasure mixing with pain. He circled his hips, rubbing over the G-spot. She cried out as a burst of ecstasy washed over her.

“Mine, you’re mine,” he declared before lowering his head and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth. She moaned, her body moving with him. He let go of her lips. “Say it, say you’re mine,” he demanded, pounding into her.

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Damn right.”

Aly circled her fingers faster and faster around her clit as she watched the image of him fucking her harder, pounding into her. She was on the edge of coming.

“So close, almost there.”

She pressed down on her clit. Fire burst over her. Her legs began to shake as she came. Her head tilted back as she cried out his name.

The image in her head of him pounding into her made her moan. With each thrust, he uttered the word, “Mine.”

She wished it was real. Wished it wasn’t just a fantasy being shown to her. She wanted him to come inside of her, feel the warm, liquid rush of his seed coating her core. She wanted to feel his hot, slick body against her, his hot, moist breath against her cheek as he panted, trying to regain his breath. She yearned to feel him as he became flaccid inside of her and yet remained, and their combined fluids slipping out of her. Aly moved her finger away from her clit. Her muscles twitched and jumped from aftershocks and yet it still wasn’t enough…

The image faded. She took in William’s face, and saw his features contorted in anguish and need. His hand continued to stroke his thick cock. He hadn’t come.

“William,” she said softly. He shook his head, head tilted back, jaw clenched, neck muscles straining. He was trying to so hard.

“I wanted to come with you. Wanted to join you in ecstasy.” He let out a frustrated grunt before his hand fell away from his still hard cock. His head fell forward, hair hiding his face. She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, reassure him but there were no words that came to mind. With a harsh cry he vanished, and she lay there, tears slipping from her eyes.

She rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried for him. His pain felt as if it were hers.

“Oh, William, I hope we find Irena soon, you’ve suffered enough.”

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I’m a Southern girl. I was born and raised and currently live in the Southeastern US. I even have a bit of a twang. I’m a NASCAR fan and at times would consider myself a bit of a redneck. Heck y’all, my mama used to take me to the Lil Champ when I was a kid and we’d get Coke and peanuts. The special thing about that is…you put the peanuts IN the Coke!

And guess what? I still do that! It’s one of my favorite game day treats. Yum. Come to think of it, one would be really good right about now…(dramatic pause as Lissa goes off in pursuit)

Now, what was I saying? Oh right. I’m a Southern girl, but my latest book, Sugar Rush, is set in Denver, Colorado and the Rocky Mountains. I fell head over heels in love with Colorado.

I took a real life trip a few years ago during the month of February. Celebrated a birthday out there. It was the first time I’d ever seen snow, I mean, real snow. You know, the kind that actually accumulates on the ground and is white and powdery and you can make snowballs and snowmen. There were a lot of firsts on that trip, including my first time on a plane, first time out of the South, first Hard Rock Café, my first trip to The Tattered Cover, which is the bestest bookstore ever! Two stories, plus coffee and tea. Amazing.

We drove from Denver through Boulder, by a house with a bunch of elk in the front yard, through Estes and into the Rocky Mountain National Park. I could have stayed there forever just standing and looking out at the mountains. I’d never seen anything like it. It literally took my breath away.

Another day, we drove west toward Breckenridge. We didn’t know that’s where we were going, but it’s where we ended up. The prettiest little town and the quaintness of it at the time has inspired me to put a book there. But, until then…

On our way up to the Rocky Mountain National Park was this little cabin in a valley. A stream running through the property, smoke curling up from the stone chimney, a little bridge over said stream. The ground was covered all over with snow. It was a picture right out of a book. And now, it’s in a book.

That cabin and that trip has stayed with me. I used that cabin as the place Graham, my hero in Sugar Rush is renting while he’s writing a travel article about the area north of Denver. He’s from Texas, a Cowboy by birth, a writer and traveler by heart. He’s a romantic and a sexy hunk of man!

I chose downtown Denver, the historic downtown part as the setting for Jane’s loft. She’s urban, citified, cute as a button, and wears insensible, ridiculous shoes. She’s also a plus-sized heroine, all curves and curls.

I can see in my mind’s eye everything we saw and did. I can still feel the cold that is so different from a Southern cold. I can still see the view from Pike’s Peak, still taste the hamburger from the little roadside diner (no, not in the bad way), smell the chocolates and coffee in the small café in Breckenridge.

Sometimes we take a trip someplace and we leave a piece of ourselves there and take a piece of it back home with us. I can’t wait to go back, to see how it’s changed and how it’s stayed the same. I can’t wait to write my story that will be set there and I can’t wait to have my breath taken away again. It’ll be soon, too. Or at least soon for me (hafta get the money together and that will take a while). I promised my daughter I’d take her to Colorado between her Jr and Sr year of high school. I hope she’ll love it in the summer as much as I did in the winter.

I appreciate Selena having me here to visit and share with you my inspiration for my debut Loose Id release, Sugar Rush.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

~lissa

Sugar Rush:

Graham is twenty-six and has a dream job as a travel writer. He’s seen some of the most beautiful areas of the country and Colorado and the Rocky Mountains rank high on the list. With his latest article done and the six-month lease almost up on the small cabin in the valley, taking some personal time until moving on to his next assignment. In a downtown Denver bar, Graham meets Edward and after a short conversation agrees to a blind date with Edward’s business partner, Jane.

It couldn’t hurt anything, right?

Jane is completely oblivious to Edward’s machinations and shows up at Graham’s cabin to deliver a box of their handmade spicy chocolate truffles. She falls head over heels in lust the minute he opens the door. Jane isn’t sure what Cowboy Surfer, as she’s dubbed him, sees in her or why he’s so tenacious in his pursuit, but fails in her attempts to throw him off at every turn.

The inability to say continue saying ‘No’ leads to hot, scorching sex and follow-up phone calls full of suggestion, opening Jane’s eyes to the realization that maybe life doesn’t have to revolve around chocolate truffles, but rather around a delicious younger man.

Despite his Southern blood, Graham is quite taken with the beauty of the winter wonderland that is the Rocky Mountains. After he meets local candy maker Jane, he’s taken with lust and hunger for more than the chocolate truffles she’s perfected. But, is their heat hot enough to melt her cold defenses?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Dubious consent, voyeurism of male/male sexual interaction.

Excerpt:

“What the…?” Graham stood with his arms braced against the window frame and watched the wobbling woman outside on his front walk. Dressed from head to toe in pink and white fluff, she carried a pink box with a dark brown bow and was wearing the most absurd shoes.

Snow had fallen the previous night, and the drive up the mountains would have been a little tricky. She looked like a ski bunny, albeit a rather curvy one. He didn’t do ski bunnies. Much as he liked outdoorsy, adventurous women, something about the winter resort crowd had never appealed to him. He preferred privacy and solitary mountain escapes with roaring fires.

She stepped onto the porch and lowered the hood of her jacket. Her hair was a rich, dark brown wavy mass that stopped at her shoulders, and her cheeks were rosy from the cold. She was muttering something between barely moving lips, then pasted on a dazzling smile, shook her head, and knocked on the door.

Graham opened it, swung it wide, and grinned down at her. “My oh my.” He let his gaze travel leisurely from the top of her tousled mane to her pointed toes. She was a delectable, pink confection, crazy-ass footwear and all. From her mumbling on the porch and her scrunched-up face to the moment she shook it off and gave his door the most beautiful smile, his cock had stirred in his jeans and he’d had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh. Wow. I, ummm…I have a delivery for…” She fumbled in her coat pocket then pulled out a card, stealing small glances up at him as her cheeks reddened further. He would bet his next paycheck it wasn’t from the cold this time. “For a Mr. Graham Hall. Are you him?”

He gave it an exaggerated thought. “If I wasn’t, I would certainly lie and say I was.” She frowned. He grinned. “What are you delivering?”

“Huh? Oh. Ummm, candy. Truffles, to be exact.”

She couldn’t stop staring at him. Did she like what she saw? He sure as hell did. “I didn’t order any truffles.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nope. I don’t even remember the last time I ate candy.”

Her frown deepened, and her brows furrowed. It was all he could do to keep from pulling her against him so he could taste those pouty lips. She was adorable. “I’m sorry for the mistake, Mr. Hall.”

“Quite all right. Would you like to come in and warm up for a bit? I can make some coffee or hot chocolate. I might even have some marshmallows around here.”

“I…uh, no, thank you. I should get back to town and see about clearing this up. I am so, so sorry for bothering you.”

She wasn’t looking at him any longer. “You didn’t. Bother me, that is, and I really must insist that you come in and get warm. Your feet have got to be cold in those…those shoes.” He grimaced as he said the word and took her by the arm, ushering her inside before she could say no again. Besides, it was damn cold out there, and he was glad to have the door closed.

She eased her arm out of his grip then backed up against the door. “Really, this isn’t necessary. My car has a very good heater and…wait, what’s wrong with my shoes?” she asked, looking down and wiggling her toes, lifting her feet off the ground one by one as if trying to see what he found so distasteful.

“They’re nothing but two pieces of leather, a couple of strings, and a spike.” And would be much better suited to digging into my ass while you were on your back. He cleared his throat and tried his best to ignore the dirty thoughts running through his mind. He glared down at her feet rather than looking at her face, at her lush mouth, in her expressive eyes. “They are the most ridiculous things to be wearing while trudging through the snow. How in the hell do you even walk in those on a good day, much less when there’s ice covering the streets and sidewalks?”

“I…well, it wasn’t snowing in the city, and I didn’t know I would have to trudge through the snow, and I park inside a garage, so I didn’t have to walk on any icy streets or sidewalks. At least I didn’t until I got here. You should really shovel your walkway. It’s dangerous not knowing where one is walking.” Her mouth had tightened, and her eyes had narrowed in his direction. She was not happy with him or his comments, and he was falling all over it, seeing her spark. Her smile twisted him all up inside, and her irritation with him did too. He loved that she couldn’t hide her emotions, that she showed everything she was feeling.

“Common sense should have told you that you wouldn’t be taking a leisurely stroll once you got up here. We’re in the mountains in winter. You need snow shoes, not those,” he offered with a dismissive wave of his hand in the direction of her feet.

He was rewarded with a huff. She crossed her arms over her chest, boosting what little of her cleavage he could see from the small opening at the top of the zipper in her jacket. Yum.

“You know what? You said I hadn’t bothered you, but you’re not being very nice and over a pair of… Look, just because you don’t like them –”

“I don’t like them because you’re an accident waiting to happen. You wouldn’t have slipped on the ice if you’d had proper shoes on.”

Embarrassment flooded her neck with heightened color. For a second, he felt bad at revealing that he’d seen her come close to falling on her face in his front yard, but the feeling didn’t last long. She could have been seriously hurt had she fallen.

She set the box of chocolates on the table beside the door and depressed the latch behind her. “Have a nice afternoon, Mr. Hall. Keep the truffles. Give them to your neighbor, your girlfriend, or throw them out.”

She opened the door. He put his hand on it over her head and closed it back again. “Stop. Please. I’m sorry for insulting your choice of footwear.” She just looked at him over her shoulder, one brow lifted in a quizzical expression. “Come over to the fire. Take your…whatever they are off and warm yourself up before you go back out there.”

When he made to put his arm around her waist, she shrugged him off and moved out of reach, walking over to the couch. She wasn’t lithe and skinny, his candy delivery girl. The ski bunny outfit couldn’t hide the natural curves of her hips and ass.

She was all woman under that bundle of fabric.

She unlaced her shoes, and he heard her sigh with pleasure when she got them off. She stuck her feet out in front of her toward the fire and wiggled her pink-socked toes. There was nothing flirty or coquettish in her movements. He found that interesting. She wasn’t trying to come on to him; she wasn’t trying to entice him.

What a fun challenge she would be.

“I offered coffee or hot chocolate to you before. Would you like me to make some?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine.”

He joined her on the couch after picking up the box of chocolates and settled into the corner behind her. “Want one?” he asked, holding out the unopened box to her.

She shifted on the couch. “No, thanks.”

Graham shrugged to himself and untied the ribbon, lifting the lid. “Uh, honey? The –”

“My name is Jane.”

He grinned behind her. “All right. Well, Jane, there are no truffles in the box, there’s only r–”

“What!” She turned around and took the box from him, looking inside it herself, finding only small pebbles glued to the bottom of the decorative paper cups. “I’m gonna kill him. I am going to wrap his tie around his gay little neck and strangle his gay ass,” she muttered.

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Rough Cut is available now at Samhain Publishing. It is the third book in my Black & White Collection. A series of books that explore wicked fantasies. In Rough Cut, Ty Ransome is the reigning king of Hollywood. A producer, actor, and Look Magazine’s Hottest Man Alive who believes he has it all—until he reads a book of short stories that touches him in places kept carefully hidden from the tabloid gossip mill. There’s only one way to meet the introverted writer—invite her to Tinseltown to work on a script. The moment he sees her, he realizes why her work haunts him. There’s something missing in his life, and it’s her.

Gwen steps off the plane with reservations. For one thing, her darkly sexual stories are hardly movie material. Then there’s Ty’s reputation as a ladies’ man. Yet she’s won over by his charm and agrees to stay on for a week to get to know him before making her decision. And as the days go by, she discovers there’s far more to Ty than a handsome face.

They eat, drink and breathe the characters in their screenplay, re-enacting scenes that delve into the BDSM realm, setting Ty free to unleash his powerful cravings and exposing Gwen’s deepest needs. Needs she set free on paper…but is not sure she’s ready to make a reality.

The first two books in the Black & White Collection also deal with wicked fantasies. In Erotic Research, role playing in the bedroom is explored while in Tequila Truth, the main characters engage in a menage a trois! I hope to write future stories for this collection. So–are there any wicked fantasies you’d like to see in an erotic romance book?

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The winner of this week’s Sexy Saturday Sex Scene is Pat with the song I Miss You.

All the songs were awesome but her choice stuck with me the most.

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Hello again. Here’s a scene from Renato’s Dragon found in the Vampiropolis Collection, OUT NOW at Changeling Press!

Pick the song that should be playing during the scene for a chance to win a book from my backlist. Winner will be announced at 8pm EST Sunday. Good Luck!

(Added Author Note: This was the inspiration for the beach setting. I found the image on Google. This shot is different than the one I found, mine was closer more ground level, but it’s the same beach. Pic: http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2342108500011516490FxgsdM)

A warm breeze tangled in Renato’s hair as he looked toward the shore. His toes squirmed in the soft, powdery, white sands of the beach. Gentle, turquoise blue waters lapped the shore as he sighed in contentment. A gust of warm air tugged the sides of his shirt back. Shrugging out of the thin material, Renato let the silken fabric fall to the sandy shore as he walked toward the water. He undid the belt of his pants, pulling it through the loops and letting it drop to the ground. Next to go were his pants, puddling around his ankles. Renato walked nude toward the water, dipping his toe into the warm waters of the private beach.

“Just the right temperature,” he sighed, before wading further into the ocean. The water gently splashed against his body as the sun shone brightly overhead. High cliffs surrounded the location, secluding the beach even further. Breathing in the sweet, salty air, he closed his eyes and dove under the warm water. The liquid flowed over his skin like silk, softly caressing him. He swam up, head breaking the surface. Treading water, Renato looked around.

His gaze fell upon the shore. He sucked in a breath. Magda lay on a blanket on the beach. Her caramel body seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. Her head was tilted back, body elevated on her elbows, dusky-tipped breasts thrust upward toward the sun. Magda’s legs were spread apart slightly. He yearned to see the slick petals of her pussy. He groaned. Heat flooded his body, his stomach tightened, and blood rushed to his cock. Renato began to swim to shore as quickly as possible, arousal riding him hard.

Once his feet touched the bottom, Renato rushed toward her, panting. Water slid slowly down his body but he didn’t notice. All of Renato’s focus was on her. His gaze drifted over Magda’s naked body. She opened her eyes, narrowing them. Balancing on one elbow, Magda raised a hand to create a visor to block out the sun. A smile appeared on her face, and Renato’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. That smile paralyzed him. Pushing herself up into a seated position, she crossed her legs. Renato finally regained the ability to move and walked closer until he stood before her, blocking the sun completely.

“Ren,” she sighed softly. Joy sparkled in her eyes and he felt like crying. Over the years Renato had dreamed of her but she had always faded away before he was able to get so close. This time the image stayed put, even said his name as if happy to see him.

“Magda,” he replied, voice gruff with arousal, cock throbbing, heart pounding. She stood up and he looked at her. Magda only came up to his chest. Down her back in waves was a spill of dark brown hair. He reached out and threaded his fingers in the thick silk, savoring the weight and feel of it. It was just as he remembered. His vision blurred with tears.

“I never stopped loving you or hoping you were alive,” he whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud for fear the dream wouldn’t let him unburden his heart. “I never wanted to stop looking for you. I just couldn’t…” His voice halted as a sob rose up. He didn’t want to cry. No, Renato just wanted to love her.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here now. No tears.” Standing on tiptoe, Magda placed kisses on Renato’s chest. She ran her hands over his sides, slowly, up and down. He took a handful of hair and pulled Magda’s head back gently. Renato lowered his head, brushing her lips once, twice, before pulling back.

“Are you real?” he whispered, as he rested his head against hers.

“As real as you want me to be, my love,” Magda murmured, giving him a light kiss. Pulling back slightly, she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. Renato’s mouth opened, his tongue slipping out to touch the tip of hers, before sliding alongside the muscle. She moaned as his tongue sank into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. The muscles swirled and writhed against each other as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled Magda against his body, giving into the arousal flowing through him, the sweet, musky scent of her swirling around them. He felt his blood turn to lava as the need came to the surface.

Their lips moved against each other hungrily. Renato trailed his fingertips down the back of her neck and Magda moaned. She gripped his hips, pulling him closer, grinding against his erection. Growling, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. He scraped the tips of his fangs against the plump flesh. The kiss became more passionate as Renato pulled away long enough to scoop her up in his arms, laying her down on the blanket. Magda wrapped her arms around him, fingernails scraping his scalp as she urged his head down.

He covered her body with his, sighing at the feel of her curves against his hardness. The diamond tips of her breasts pressed against his chest. She rubbed her body against his as his hips moved forward on a thrust. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, sliding against the softness of her stomach. He needed to be inside of her, to feel her cunt clamp down on him, wrapping around his cock like a tight, hot, velvet glove. Balancing on one hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Her knees came up as she tilted her pelvis toward him. He looked back up at her and their eyes met.

“Watch me as I enter you.” He could feel her moist heat against the thick crest of his shaft. Swallowing, Renato tried to rein in the need to thrust into her hard. He watched her pussy swallow the mushroom head of his cock. Her walls clenched just around it. Renato groaned, closing his eyes for just a second before moving forward, inch by inch. He slowly tortured them both by retreating bit by bit and then thrusting forward slowly. Moaning, he took his eyes off of where they were joined to look up at her. Magda pinched and rolled her nipples, golden-green eyes narrowed in passion. He growled, wanting to taste one of the tight tips.

Releasing one of her nipples, she held one breast up to him. “Suck it,” Magda ordered. Renato’s only response was a growl before lowering his head. He took the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging it into his mouth. Renato’s tongue flicked over the nub. Magda moaned, her free hand digging into his hair. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward, hard. Renato was now balls deep inside of her. Pausing, he continued to suckle her breast, scraping the sensitive bud with the tip of his fang. Her body shivered underneath him. “Renato,” she moaned.

Sucking more of her breast in his mouth, he ran his tongue around the tight nubbin. Renato released her nipple with a soft pop. He gave the bud one last flick before kissing his way upward. He laid soft kisses along her shoulder before choosing a spot. He pulled back his head, opened his mouth wide and sank his fangs into the thick muscle of her shoulder. Magda cried out. Her cunt clenched around him tightly as her blood flooded his mouth. Renato withdrew only to slam into her hard. He pounded her pussy as he drank her blood.

The hot, spicy flavor flooded his taste buds. Magda’s nails raked his back as she met his thrusts with ones of her own. Their bodies moved together in a slick glide and a grind of flesh. Bodies slapping against each other, nothing else mattered. The sounds of the world faded as his world view narrowed onto Magda. Her taste, scent, the feel of her skin against his, the way her hot, wet, tight velvet sheath felt around him, the pain of her nails raking down his back.

Fire blazed a trail up his spine. Renato’s balls drew closer to his body, his cock twitching inside of her. He was so close to coming. Lifting his head, blood dribbling down his chin, dripping onto her chest, he came, spurting deep inside her slick channel. Magda’s pussy contracted around him, squeezing his cock greedily for every drop of his seed. Renato continued to thrust until his balls were empty. Balancing on one hand, he wiped away the traces of blood from his lips before lowering his face to her. Kissing Magda tenderly, Renato’s tears mingled with the sweat and blood.

“Magda… why did you leave me?” Renato whispered, resting his forehead on top of hers, his warm breath wafting over her face. He gazed into her green eyes, the golden flecks dancing before him.

“I love you.” Her voice was a soft sigh, like a gentle breeze, as Magda’s image faded away beneath him. Crying out in anguish, Renato scrambled up. Resting on his haunches, gazing up at the sky, he let out a pained scream. He was all alone on the beach now, the waves lapping against the shore lazily, the wind caressing his bare flesh softly. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Magda was gone, gone to a place that he couldn’t follow.

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Mating Rituals

Excerpt- Staring straight ahead, Marohka Taunton avoided eye contact with every man she passed. Moving along the edge of the dance floor, she wove her way back and forth across the assigned path. Her steps, jerky and clumsy, she hid her natural smooth gait. No man, in his right mind, craved an ungraceful wife. At least, she hoped not.

With the stairs a few steps ahead, she tasted victory and allowed herself a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

A masculine voice in front of her chuckled. “It’s not over yet, princess.”

Marohka paused to inspect the stranger. The laughter reflected in his warm brown eyes—surprised, the intelligent focus—intrigued, and the dark spark of interest—captivated.
A foreign response slithered through her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her heartbeat rang in her ears. Her hands turned clammy. Awareness of the man claimed her senses.

His face, framed by dark brown hair, showed rough lines of strength and fortitude. A crooked nose, a square jaw, and a chiseled chin marked his unique personality. Added together, the sum indicated the man rarely backed down from a fight. He’d stand up for his beliefs and defeat his opponents. His lopsided grin with a dimple at the corner of his mouth teased her.

A silly feature on such a stern face. The little mark claimed her heart and spoke of a rare sense of humor, a trait absent in most men.

A tingle ran down her spine. Her toes curled. Either as an appealing partner or a worthy adversary, the man presented a dangerous combination. Right then, without question, Marohka decided never to cross paths with him again.

“It is for me,” she responded to his comment. She lifted her chin a little higher and repaired the chip in her armor with a sassy comeback. “But you’re welcome to any of the girls behind me. I’m sure they’ll enjoy your charm.”

Marohka lifted her skirt and swept up the stairs. The sound of his laughter spoiled her intended snub.

ISBN: 978-1-935348-58-0
Genres: Fantasy Romance
Book Length: Novel
Heat Level: Spicy
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Thank You everyone for participating in Sex Saturday. The songs that were suggested were awesome and it was a hard choice. I’d like to thank Mina, Michelle, Diana, Leslie and Stella for helping me pick.

The winner is:

Cinquetta with her suggestion for Kiss from a Rose by Seal!

Congrats Cinquetta!

Please contact me at selena illyria DOT contests AT gmail DOT com by the end of the week. Thank you again  everyone. Until next Saturday!

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Read the sex scene, and pick a song that you think could be playing in the background during said sex scene. Post the song in the comments section. On the Sunday, I will pick a winner from the comments on the song that is closest to something we would have picked for the scene or possibly THE song I picked for the scene. So you have untill Sunday evening to enter and Ill pick a winner at 8pm EST on Jan 17th, Sunday.

What do you win? A book from my backlist. The scene from Dawg Town: First Snow:

Kitty arched her back, silently asking Robbie to touch her where she wanted it most. Her nipples ached for his touch.

“Please,” she murmured roughly. Her fingers threaded through his thick, silken hair before gripping it tightly. She gasped when his tongue flicked lightly over one tightened peak and then the other, giving her teasing strokes but not what she wanted the most.

“Robbie, stop teasing me.” She groaned and tugged on his hair again. He rubbed his stubble-roughened cheek against the sensitive tip, setting off flashes of fire within her. Kitty cried out and tried to push herself further off the bed.

“Nuh uh, not yet. I’m in control,” he whispered softly.

Robbie circled the aching tip before taking it between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth. Hard. She moaned and pushed his head closer, silently asking him for more. He tugged on her nipple with soft pulls before scraping his teeth over the peak. Robbie laved away the hurt before repeating the action. Her whimpers echoed around the room as her body writhed beneath his.

He moved against her, rocking his hips, sending his erection sliding over her stomach, leaving a wet, sticky trail over her flesh.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted. She lowered her back to the bed. Desire coiled tighter in the pit of her stomach.

Robbie released her nipple with a soft pop before transferring his attention to the other breast. He kissed and nipped his way down her body, sending small shockwaves of sensation through her with each brush of his lips and pinch of his teeth. She gasped and moaned. His hair slipped from her grasp as he moved farther down. Robbie planted soft kisses over her bare mound. Whispers of heat caressed her skin with each touch. Kitty spread her legs wide and uttered one word. “Please.”

When he paused, she opened her eyes to look down her body at him. Fire danced in the azure depths of his eyes as he gazed back.

“Please what, Kitty? What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Eat me.” Those two words sent a bolt of lust through her. She wriggled on the bedspread, praying he would do as she commanded. Not breaking her stare, he lowered his head and proceeded to trace up one side and down the other of her labia before running his tongue over her slit. Robbie then rimmed her dripping entrance. Kitty groaned as she lifted her hips toward him in offering.

He repeated his action, this time dipping just the tip of his tongue inside her vagina. Her pussy contracted. She let out a frustrated groan. More. She needed him all the way inside of her.

“Stop teasing and eat me,” she ordered.

He slipped his tongue inside of her again, giving her just a little more before pulling back. Kitty reached down, grabbed handfuls of hair and tugged him up.

“Damn it! Do something other than teasing,” she groused.

He gave her a cocky smile that made her want to scream. “Frustrated, baby?” he asked softly before licking his lips.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet. Now let me get back to what I was doing.” He tried to lower his head but she refused to let go of his hair.

“Not until you say you’re going to eat or fuck me. I don’t care what order, just as long as I come.”

He gave her another of his cocky smiles. “Oh, you’re going to come. I can guarantee that. Now let go of my hair, darling, so I can eat you properly.”

She relaxed her grip and waited for him to continue. He swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. His hard tugs heightened her arousal, but they didn’t push her any closer to coming. She opened her mouth to say something only to cry out when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive head. Sparks of pleasure danced through her veins, turning into shards when he bit down gently on the nub. Her body shook, overwhelmed with feeling. That still didn’t get her to the precipice.

“Damn it, fuck me,” Kitty cried out. She needed to come. He wasn’t giving her what she desired most — his cock. Robbie pulled away from her damp flesh and gazed up at her.

“Tell me what you need. What can I do to make you come?” He lowered his head and flicked her clit sending a soft wave of pleasure through her. She squirmed and moaned.

“Fuck me. I need your cock inside of me.”

“You aren’t ready yet.”

She let out a growl of frustration. “You’re toying with me.”

He chuckled but said nothing in return. Instead, he kissed his way up her body.

“You’re not wet enough for me. I want to take you hard and fast. I want to brand myself inside of you. No one else will fuck you the way I do. You’re mine, Kitty, always.”

He took her lips in a hard, passionate, biting kiss. Her mouth opened and their tongues dueled as he rocked his hips against hers.

“Feel that heat? It’s all for you, just for you. I’m so fucking hard I could come right now, and yet I have to wait until you’re ready for me, until you can’t stand for me not to be inside of you.”

“I’m there already. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

“Are you?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground against him. “Feel all that wetness? It’s for you, every drop. I need you to be inside of me, fucking me hard.”

She writhed against him. Her nipples scraped against his chest setting off small bursts of pleasure that went straight to her clit. “Goddess, please, fuck me.”

“You sure you want it, baby?”

“If you don’t fuck me properly right now, I’m going to kick you out of bed and finish myself,” she swore.

“Don’t make me tie you down.” His face grew serious and for a second she thought he would, in fact, bind her to the bed. She wasn’t sure if she would like that. At the moment, she couldn’t contemplate anything else except having him inside of her. Later she might think about a little bondage play.

“Now will you behave?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll behave if you fuck me.” She smiled.

He threw back is head and laughed before he gave her swift kiss. “I think I’ve tortured us both enough.”

He pushed up and balanced on one hand while using the other to position himself at her entrance. When he thrust forward, his cock sank into her pussy. She groaned as he stretched her sensitive walls. Inch by inch he moved inside of her until he was full seated. He paused.

Kitty could feel him throbbing inside of her. Then he moved, pulling out slowly before pushing in hard. Robbie fucked her slow, his hard thrusts rocking her body with their power. She moved beneath him, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his thick, long cock. She relished the slide of skin against skin. Sparks of sensation detonated inside her. Her orgasm spiraled higher and higher inside of her. The pressure built as the fire stoked higher with each stroke of his cock.

Their eyes met and she couldn’t look away. She slipped her hand over her stomach to delve between her pussy lips. Kitty found her clit and strummed the aching bundle of nerves. She pinched the bud and released it. Her body shook as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He swallowed her cry with his mouth as he took her lips in a passionate kiss.

Robbie pulled out and drove forward, riding her hard until his cock pulsed and expanded before spurting his seed deep in her core. He pulled out and rolled them to their sides. Their lips were still connected. Robbie held her against him as their tongues moved against each other in a slow mating. When he pulled back, he was panting. She could feel his heart hammering against her chest as they both came down from the afterglow. He pressed soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, the tip of her nose and then her lips again.

“I love you, Kitty,” he murmured before they both fell asleep.

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On January 19th, Entwined by Fate the first in a innovative and sexy new series from S.A.Price releases. This series breaks the accepted boundaries on what is familiar in the shifter genre, by having Ophidians, or weresnakes as a focus.

Thirty females of the Ophidian race have gone missing, most from the transient nest of Las Vegas, a rogue and unofficial nest run by the Saint, John Merrick. Believed to be dead by every Archon in the states, Merrick leads a quiet and unassuming life, saving those of his race that are lost and need it most. It’s a solitary existence, one that he hates every day. He yearns for his mate, the woman he left over a decade before, and the woman who thinks him dead to this day.

When Elise Rizdon gets the official invitation to the Archon meeting in Ohio by the leader of a new Midwestern nest, she never expected to see the love of her life at the woman’s side, a man she was told was dead and buried. She lost him once upon a time, and she never fully recovered. Focusing on the issues, and not the man that has always made her body burn is not going to be easy. A disturbing event is on the horizon, one that threatens all Ophidian’s and their way of life. In order to survive they will have to work together, give up old grudges and take chances on the things that matter most. Love, life and the continuation of their race.

And the reviews have been amazing!

S.A. Price has written a winner! The taut plot line and the constant danger lurking at every corner increase the tension as the reader anxiously turns the pages. S.A. Price does a marvelous job at integrating subplots and smoothly fitting all of the pieces together. The secondary romances developing within the plot line make the happily-ever-after all the more satisfying. Brilliant!
~Recommended Read, Ck2s Kwips and Kritiques

“Move over werewolf’s there’s a new game in town!”
~ Smokin Hot Books

“It kept me captivated …I just had to know what was going to happen next!”
~Books, Books and More Books

“A sexy were species that really pushes the envelope! Who knew snakes could be so hot-blooded!?”
~Jennifer Armintrout, best selling author of the Blood Ties series

Interested? Check out why this book is getting such amazing feedback, and help us prove that weresnakes are sssexy and that scales could definitely be the new fur for you shifter readers!

JOIN THE REVOLUTION! You can read an excerpt here and you can buy the E book from All Romance E books and the print from Amazon.

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On January 19th, Entwined by Fate the first in a innovative and sexy new series from S.A.Price releases. This series breaks the accepted boundaries on what is familiar in the shifter genre, by having Ophidians, or weresnakes as a focus.

Thirty females of the Ophidian race have gone missing, most from the transient nest of Las Vegas, a rogue and unofficial nest run by the Saint, John Merrick. Believed to be dead by every Archon in the states, Merrick leads a quiet and unassuming life, saving those of his race that are lost and need it most. It’s a solitary existence, one that he hates every day. He yearns for his mate, the woman he left over a decade before, and the woman who thinks him dead to this day.

When Elise Rizdon gets the official invitation to the Archon meeting in Ohio by the leader of a new Midwestern nest, she never expected to see the love of her life at the woman’s side, a man she was told was dead and buried. She lost him once upon a time, and she never fully recovered. Focusing on the issues, and not the man that has always made her body burn is not going to be easy. A disturbing event is on the horizon, one that threatens all Ophidian’s and their way of life. In order to survive they will have to work together, give up old grudges and take chances on the things that matter most. Love, life and the continuation of their race.

And the reviews have been amazing!

S.A. Price has written a winner! The taut plot line and the constant danger lurking at every corner increase the tension as the reader anxiously turns the pages. S.A. Price does a marvelous job at integrating subplots and smoothly fitting all of the pieces together. The secondary romances developing within the plot line make the happily-ever-after all the more satisfying. Brilliant!
~Recommended Read, Ck2s Kwips and Kritiques

“Move over werewolf’s there’s a new game in town!”
~ Smokin Hot Books

“It kept me captivated …I just had to know what was going to happen next!”
~Books, Books and More Books

“A sexy were species that really pushes the envelope! Who knew snakes could be so hot-blooded!?”

~Jennifer Armintrout, best selling author of the Blood Ties series

Interested? Check out why this book is getting such amazing feedback, and help us prove that weresnakes are sssexy and that scales could definitely be the new fur for you shifter readers!

JOIN THE REVOLUTION! You can read an excerpt here and you can buy the E book from All Romance E books and the print from Amazon.

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