Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Faery Surprising Out RIGHT NOW!

So I was going to post the MeMe Cindy Spencer-Pape sent me, but was reminded that I have a release out at midnight over a Resplendence. So how about I slightly postpone stuff and give you a tamer excerpt than the one you'll see on the buy link?

Wanna try to win a copy? Go visit my fellow Minnesota gal, Chris, at: www.StumblingOverChaos.com



BLURB:(male/female erotic romance)

Flora Harper isn’t amused when her faery “gift” transports her in the middle of a self-induced orgasm to a professional football locker room after practice. The fact that it’s the team she works for and their new quarterback, Ian Tate, wants to finish what she’s started, flies in the face of the non-fraternization policy.
Ian has been drafted to a rival city on the condition that he catch a blackmailer red-handed. Time is against him and as are the number of injuries he’s had in his career. It sounds like a great deal, except filming the Public Relations specialist in a sexually compromising position leaves a sour taste in his mouth. When he discovers that the PR person is emotionally distant, hard-on inducing Flora, getting a whole lot closer to her feels so incredibly right… until she finds out why he’s really on the team.

EXCERPT:

Flora stood and moved around her desk. She reached for his biceps and steered him toward the door at a slow, congenial rate. “Mr. Tate, I realize that you’re a big strong man and therefore it’s a foreign concept to you that a woman can take care of herself. However, I’ll give you two guesses about what suspicions might be drawn from a late night walk to my car.”
“You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”
Her jaw tightened and she felt an answering throb to her temples. “You are making nothing out of my urgent desire to keep my job.” They reached the threshold. “Goodnight.”
“There’s no one here, Flora. Who would see?”
His soft words encouraged her to look up at him and meet his gentle blue gaze. He’d showered before coming to her office. His brown hair had only half dried. The top strands still clung together in short damp spikes, but he was clean. His laundry fresh clothes and faint soap scent seemed so far removed from the cloying taint of football politics.
“The parking lot and the elevators have cameras,” she answered.
“Is that the only reason you keep shooting me down?”
“Technically, Mr. Tate, you’ve already gotten me naked. Count it a success and sniff elsewhere.”
She could have sworn he’d been further away. Without seeming to move, he stood immediately in front of her. He braced a hand on the door frame as he gently slid his fingers up and down her bare arm. She should let go of his biceps. Would it show weakness to back away? She decided it did, choosing to stay her ground.
“How about here?” he asked. Lowering his head, he nuzzled the side of her exposed neck. “Or here?” he asked, trailing upward behind her ear.
His stroking hand moved around her waist and drew her against his hard chest. She tried to remember what she normally did when a man got physical with her and she wanted to extract herself. Unfortunately, her body and head were at war about the proper course of action. Other than wrapping her legs around him and begging him to ride her hard and fast, she couldn’t think at all.
Ian’s lips brushed her ear. Shivers tripped over themselves to raise goose bumps and set tingles loose in her pussy. Her abdomen squeezed deep inside. Pressing her aching nipples to his hard, warm pecs drove her to slide her hand over the muscular contours of his shoulder. She delved her fingers into his hair. It was softer than the spiky style led her to believe.
“Definitely here,” he murmured, caressing her cheek with his.
Finally his lips touched the corner of hers. If she turned her head—if, nothin’. Why wait? Flora took the kiss he teased her with, devoured it. He tasted fresh and the fullness of his silken lips lit her need.
She was used to hard kisses and hurried gropes from business men whose time was money. She’d kissed players before, too, before she worked for the franchise. They’d been all hands and plunging tongues. This was different.
Ian kissed her like he was savoring ripe fruit. His tongue flickered against hers and his mouth stayed pliant. She could have handled rough and ready, pushing him away when she’d had her fill. Ian’s laid-back complexity made a paradox which knocked the starch from her knees and buried every ounce of her reserve.
His hand dipped to cup her ass. Turning with her, he shifted from doorway to office and pinned her against the wall with his hips. His cock rose full and firm between them. Flora tucked her hips, seeking more intimate contact.
Ask him to go down, her brain begged. God, that amazing mouth of curious tongue and supple lips on her there would be heaven. Her pussy ached. Her breasts felt full, tight. Touch me.
Then he retreated. “I believe you asked me to leave.”

5 comments:

Amber Skyze said...

Happy Release Day! :) Love the excerpt.

Molly Daniels said...

Hahahahaha...'I believe you asked me to leave'...GOD I love your sense of humor! Happy Release Day!

Chris said...

Congrats!! The contest is live, too. :)

Mia Watts said...

Hey everyone! There's a contest running on Chris' blog for a copy of today's release! Click her link to see how to enter!

Regina Carlysle said...

Happy release day!