Wednesday, September 11, 2013
It's hot! It's steamy! It's a Wild Child Excerpt! It's a giveaway and a BLOG HOP!
So, it's a steamy summer hop we're engaged in and there are a ton of prizes all week, including a kindle fire and whack of free books already downloaded.
All the rules and how to hop details can be found on the Safari Heat site. Follow this link
Since the theme of the hop is heat - I'm going to post a moderately sexy scene between Jackson,a small town mayor struggling to save his community and Monica, a former Wild Child trying to forget her past from my October book Wild Child:
He pulled her into his arms and perhaps she helped, perhaps she jumped when he pulled, but she ended up in his lap in the chair, their bodies flush. Their hearts pounding against each other.
Slowly, carefully, as if there were trip wires all over them and any sudden movements would blow them up, he leaned back.
“Are you always this good?” she asked. And as if she’d pulled one of those wires, his eyes went dark. And she knew what was coming; she knew this kiss in this hotel room wouldn’t be stopped by the police chief or Jackson or her. Despite knowing there was a good chance it would end badly—for both of them—this kiss was going to happen.
It was fast, the kiss. Zero to sixty in no time. They went from lips, to careful breaths, to teeth and tongues and a deep, sawing need. A breaking pulse that ham- mered between them.
Want. Want. Want.
More and yes and there and now.
Her heart pounded with excitement. The long, slow, delicious build started in her body, in her core, under her skin. Her body, untouched by anyone else for so long, woke up to pleasure, but her brain—always her reluctant brain—struggled to keep up. It kept pointing out the trapdoors, the pitfalls and dangers.
He stood with her weight in his arms like it was noth- ing, and her panties were wet in a heartbeat. And while he crawled over the end of the bed she clung to him, her lips fused to his, her tongue memorizing the taste of him. Coffee and peaches and toothpaste. Honest tastes, real and good flavors.
Don’t trust this, she thought, don’t get carried away. He broke the kiss, burying his face in her neck, where his breath feathered across soft and hidden places that carried the sensation all over her body, making connections in her hands and breasts and between her legs and
on the bottoms of her feet.
It’s not real, you know that; it’s desire and it fades. It vanishes.
His hand slid from her waist to just under her breast, pausing as if to ask for permission. The gentleman. And she was suddenly furious with herself, furious with her apprehensions, all the rules that kept her alone and lonely because she was so scared of who she’d been.
This feels so good and I am not that girl, she told herself, and she arched into his hand.
That's it! That's all you get!! If you want more excerpts check out #wildwednesdays on twitter or my facebook page
Here at Storytelling Rules we'll be giving away our own swag through out the week so be sure to check back and just comment to win. Today you can win kindle copies of Deviants and Compliance, the first two books in Maureen's bestselling Dust Chronicles series.
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Posted by Molly O'Keefe at 7:30 AM