Saturday, 30 March 2013

#EasterGiveaway The Winners


First I’d like to thank everyone who joined in this week, authors, entrants and everyone who shared the links. You’re all completely fabulous!

Now I had a very technical system for finding the winners (not as technical as the evil Rafflecopter, but close). It involved lots of strips of paper with names, and a bowl. My wonderful brother demanded money for his time kindly offered to pick out the winners for each prize.

We’ll start with the daily gift cards. So, the winners of the $5 (or Sterling equivalent) daily gift cards are…

Alison/Eleanor Castle
Cathy P
Veronica
Deb

And on Friday the lovely Melissa Blue offered a $30 Amazon US gift card to one person who commented on the post. Congratulations Amy! I’ll send Mel your details.

And the winner of the grand prize which included a $25 (or Sterling equivalent) gift card for Amazon or B&N, and a bundle of ebooks & paperbacks donated by participating authors is…

BN 100

Congratulations! I’ll email you all soon for your details.

Hope you all have a lovely weekend.

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Sinful Saturday...


Welcome to my first sinful Saturday. I'll be announcing the winners of the Easter Giveaway later today.

First, I have a sinful post from Isle of Sensuality to share. What is Sinful Saturday I hear you ask?


Sinful Saturday

Post 7-10 sinful sentences every Saturday.

You can sign up using the form on the site (click the graphic above). Sign up begins each Sunday morning and ends on Wednesday night.


This week I’m using ten sentences from the ‘on screen’ love scene being filmed by the hero and heroine. It’s also a turning point for Caitlyn, as she decides (quite rightly so) that even though Jake’s all wrong for her, the man knows what he’s doing and who wouldn’t want to get a piece of that?

Jake’s thrusts increased in speed and pressure. Her mind went fuzzy around the edges.
His mouth against hers. The feel of his hard strength pushing her closer to some unknown pleasure.
Caitlyn hovered at some undiscovered edge. Needing more pressure. Needing,
something. This…this was almost bliss. It was so close she could feel it.
“Cut!”




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Friday, 29 March 2013

#EasterGiveaway - last chance to win!


Thanks for stopping by. This is your last chance to enter the giveaway, and the wonderful Melissa Blue has made the competition even sweeter. As well as a chance to win the $5 daily gift card (or Sterling equivalent) and gain an extra entry into the prize draw, everyone who comments on this post will have the chance to win a $30 Amazon gift card (On Amazon US only). You can thank Ms Blue later. For now, I have a tantalizing excerpt from five lovely ladies.

More details on how to enter are at the bottom of the post. Happy reading everyone!

Warning, some excerpts contain adult material

Everything He Dreamed, by Melissa Blue

The smile was still tugging at her lips when she gazed at him, but it had left her gaze. “Are you going to tell me the truth now?”
He had to look away because if he held her gaze, he'd ask and screw the rest of the day up. Phoenix wasn't dumb. If she wasn't safe, she wouldn't live in a cabin a mile away from anyone else. She wouldn't be here with him now, if someone was after her. He grabbed hold of her shift and closed the space between them. He brushed his lips over hers and she sighed, laying her hands on his wrists.
“Tony,” she murmured. “Not now.”
His jaw clenched and he shook his head. “Either kiss me or tell me.”
She lifted her chin and kissed him deeply, in front of his family, and in that moment he didn't give a good damn. Her lips were soft and succulent and he could have lived on the taste of her. Sweet and dark and filled with secrets she refused to tell him. She'd rather kiss him than tell him. His gut churned, and his hand tightened on the shift, but he kissed her anyway.
She made a noise, low, that sounded full of pain, and she turned her head away. She blinked fast and tried to smile. “I think your mother has all the fodder she needs now.”
“Mateo would have gotten the twenty anyway,” he said, still not able to look her in the eye. “So, where do you want to start? Food, family, or booze?”
“Booze.”
He nodded. “Definitely, booze.”
She squeezed his wrists. “Thank you for not asking.”
But he would. Not now, but soon he'd ask for the heartache.

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Friends & Lovers, by Tara Mills

Loving Wes wasn’t what came as such a surprise to her—no, it was falling in love with him all over again, but deeper this time, that made everything so intense and special. This wasn’t a one-sided infatuation with a fantasy, this was the real deal, warmly reciprocated.
Dropping her eyes down his body as he dried his hands, Lauren wondered if Wes even noticed he was still naked. She certainly couldn’t help it.
“Come here,” she said with a husky voice, pulling him close and wrapping her arms and legs around him.
Wes dipped down and kissed her, and Lauren gave herself up to the heady sensations of bare skin to bare skin, tongue to tongue, and their heartbeats synchronizing. She tightened her grip on him and felt his erection brush against her. She pressed back willingly.
He groaned. “You realize this isn’t the bedroom.”
“Your point is?” Lauren put her ear against his chest and listened to his heart as she ran her fingertip lightly along the underside of his cock, making both jump to attention.
“Hold that thought,” he said and dashed to the bedroom for a condom.
Lauren’s towel was draped over the top of the shower door when he got back.

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The Naked Truth, by Lacey Wolfe

Abigail stepped back out of the way and let Josh enter.
“It smells good.” He glanced around.
“I was cleaning. I was just about to wash up before you showed up unexpected.”
He grinned. “I thought we could open this together.”
She eyed the white rectangle in his hand. “That’s for you. Not me. I know you’re the father. You were the last man I was with.”
“Before you found out you were pregnant?”
She laughed. “No, as in you’re the last man I’ve ever had sex with.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Oh, yeah, I mean it. I’m a single mother. I don’t have time to date.” He was quiet and she found it amusing. She could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. “Open it up.”
He set the envelope on the table next to him and closed the space between them. “It was five years ago that you and I were intimate. And in all this time, you’ve never gone to bed with another man?”
“You’re still on that?” Men.
His hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her face to his. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to know I was the last one to touch you?”
She shook her head. “What does it mean to you?”
“How about I show you? Can I?”
She gazed at his lips and licked hers. Before she knew what was happening, she nodded and his mouth crushed against hers. He stole her breath when his tongue swooped in and met hers. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders, bringing her body closer to his.
Her body burst with pleasure, the same way she felt years ago. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her. Her legs intertwined with his waist. Josh spun her around, setting her on the same table the envelope was on.
He ended the kiss, but only to begin a trail on her cheek, to her chin, neck, and collarbone. “Oh God,” she murmured.

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The Morning After, by Sally Clements

“Okay, now you know what you’re supposed to be doing, right?” Caitlin’s sweet voice wafted up from a hidden point to her left. “You’re Winnie the Pooh. And you’ve gone through the hole into Rabbit’s house to eat his honey, eaten too much, and got stuck. I’ve got the honey pots stacked up here, all we need is you stuck in the wall.”
“Yes, I understand.” Cara wished the day was over, and it hadn’t even begun. There were three long hours before she could climb out of this ridiculous costume. 
“Can’t hear you!” Caitlin’s voice rang out. She even had the cheek to giggle. 
Cara clenched her teeth. 
“Bend over; I’ll help you into position.”
It was like trying to pee in a bucket blindfolded. Not impossible, but darned difficult.






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A Rose Between the Thornes, by Raven McAllan


"And what, my dear Jasper, do you think we should play for?" she asked using his first name deliberately. For as an older lady, surely that was acceptable? Did he realize the disparity in their ages? She saw by the look in his eyes he knew what she was trying to do. She felt the glance they exchanged rather than saw it.
"Fucking."
She blinked. "I beg your pardon?" Had she heard right?
"Sex, in a manner we so choose, you and us," Nathaniel replied. "Both of us. All of us. There is no negotiating on this. One night for each game you lose by. We play for one hour."
So they think I will lose. She fancied they might be in for a surprise. "And if I win?" she queried lightly. "Sex in the manner I so choose—if I do? Or a forfeit, from each of you, to be decided by me at a later date? No negotiation."
They may be telepathic, as she believed twins often were, however, the surprised look that passed between them was everything she could have wished for.
"Of course, my lady," Nathaniel said. She nodded, and turned to Jasper. "And you Jasper? What say you?"
"I say, 'tis a rare person who can tell us apart, something that bodes well for the future, perchance? You will know who is inside you, and where."
She could not help but chuckle. Truly they were incorrigible. "And our wager?" she prompted.
"Be ready to enjoy all we decide to give," he said. "For assuredly we will win."
A thought struck her. She knew this might not be as straightforward as she had first believed. They were devious. "You play as individuals? For two against one is surely not a fair division."
Nat laughed. "Oh, love, we play alone, we fuck together. And we say now we both must beat you." He laughed as her eyes widened. "At cards, in the first instance, or all bets are off. What say you?"
Sophia looked at each of them in turn. Her heart leaped with the thought of what his statement meant. She could see no catch, but felt certain there must be one. Slowly, after the silence grew so long and she saw them glance uneasily at each other, she nodded.
"No man beats me in any other way, and if I can help it, not at cards either." She smiled. "Gentlemen, let us play."

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Given, by Ashlynn Monroe

"Brax. Please."
"Oh, I’m not done yet. I’ve waited a very long time for tonight."
"Please. I want to touch you," she begged quietly. He released her hands.
She reached out to touch his cock and he blocked her hand with his knee. "Don’t. I want to enjoy you, and if you touch me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle myself. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Krista, and I don’t plan to disappoint you."
His words touched a place deep inside, a spot she’d promised herself they wouldn’t enter. He was right, she was his, and it hadn’t been a lie or a game. This was a dangerous position, giving too much to any of them could upset the entire balance of their "arrangement", and she didn’t want to live in a house filled with anger and jealousy.
He placed a tender kiss in the middle of her stomach. Then his hands were under her butt 
and he pulled her closer. Brax picked up her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. Her eyes widened. He grinned. His index finger dipped into her wetness and he began swirling it against her clit, hard. Krista moaned and laid her head back, closing her eyes again. He worked her body with quick hard caresses and she built toward another orgasm. The caresses suffused her with a pleasure that quickly spiked higher.
He thrust forward, his cock sliding inside of her. The angle of his entry intensified the feeling, and she instantly surrendered to the raw need. All the amazing sensations caused her to shudder violently. She wrapped her arms around his chest, crying out with a single gasp.
"Tell me you’re mine," he demanded. She cried out; the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. "Tell me what I need to hear."
"I’m yours," she cried.
Her back arched and the cresting desire hit its zenith, tumbling her into the mindless ecstasy of intense orgasm. She came so hard that her scream was a raw, low, primal sound reverberating in the room as she bore down on the pleasure, panting with the force of her release. Her pussy gripped him tighter and Brax stopped rubbing her to catch himself, hovering above her.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back, yelling with a triumphant roar. The heat of his release filled her. Krista lay back, feeling him inside of her, their bodies joined as one. It was beautiful. She had to hold her breath, or she was afraid she’d start crying. She’d been afraid of so much, but this man had given her more than she’d ever expected. She hadn’t wanted to like any of them, but she found herself feeling something so profound she was afraid to try to give it a name. It was too early to give the emotion the name it deserved.

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#EasterGiveaway Day 5, not long left to enter...


Hi everyone, welcome back. We’re on day five of the Easter Giveaway and today there will be two posts which means you have an extra entry to win the grand prize ($25 or Sterling equivalent gift card and a bundle of books by various participating authors), plus one there’s a $5 (or Sterling equivalent) gift card up for grabs. I also have more fab snippets to share. Details on how to enter are at the bottom of the post. Happy reading everyone!

Warning, some excerpts contain adult material

The Sinful Art of Revenge, by Maya Blake



Reiko stared at him, unable to look away despite the dangerous, swirling emotions within their depths. He didn’t speak after several minutes. His gaze traced over her face, down her body to the fingers she was twisting in her lap.
“I’ve frightened you.”
She let out a hoarse laugh and shook her head. “You were intense before, just not this intense. It’s not frightening, it’s…”
“A turn-on? The thought of being possessed by me again?”
The delicious thrill that went through her shamed and excited her, even as she was pushing both feelings away. Damion would never possess her again.
“Since that’ll never happen again, this is a moot point, isn’t it?”
“Never is a delicious challenge at the best of times. When it has the discourtesy to come wrapped in something I really, really want…” the rest of his words dangled tantalisingly out of reach. Then he added a Gallic shrug to it.
Her unravelling started with a force of melting heat rushing through her. Followed by the stinging puckering of her nipples. Damion smiled, as if he knew the effect he was having on her.
He captured her hand and raised it to his lips. Warm, firm, his kiss branded her.
“Don’t be frightened, ma petite. This time will be even better than the first.”
“First of all, don’t call me that. I’m not your little anything. Secondly, nothing is going to happen between us.” Nothing could. It was impossible. “Besides, have you forgotten you have to find future baroness soon? Tick tock, my friend. Don’t waste your time on a conquest that has no meaning for you. You should be out there, finding yourself a wife before you go extinct.” Why did saying that scrape her throat and scour her heart so painfully?


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Naughty Little Bed Time Stories, by Tamaria Soana


From The Great Outdoors

I took off on my horse. I looked back to see that Kristen was in hot pursuit. I enjoyed the feeling of an all-out run with this amazing creature under me. I tugged on the reins and slowed as we came to the opening of the meadow. I dismounted and watched Kristen slow her horse to a stop and dismount with ease and grace.

“This place is beautiful,” she said as she looked around the meadow.

“I found it a few years ago. I used to come here for some peace and quiet,” I responded as I laid out the blanket. “Sit, let’s have lunch, then we can walk around and explore,” I said as I gave her one of my panty-dropping smirks. I knew how to push her buttons.

“Explore?” She had a twinkle in her eye. “Why, cowboy, what do you have in mind?” she asked in her best southern drawl.

“Let’s eat first.” I unloaded the picnic basket and laid out the food.

It was a beautiful Texas afternoon. We talked and joked as we lay on the blanket, feeding each other grapes and cheese. I could have stayed there forever with her. We finished our lunch and cleaned up. I pulled her toward me and planted a hard, passionate kiss on her lips. She moaned and I took the moment to slide my tongue in her mouth and against hers. Our hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies.



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Addictions of a Sex Demon, by Jaye Shields

Axel reached out and touched the soft flesh of the woman. He'd been given the gift of a hellion with the face of an angel. Her cheek fit perfectly in his palm as he cupped her face. Her eyes flickered in response, shifting from a playful, yellow glow to a deep, primal, amber hue. He drew his finger down her shoulder and observed the heated silk of her skin.
"You're hot enough to be a dragon's mate." He spoke gently, afraid to spook her.
Her dainty hand swatted him away. "A sexual demon like you doesn't need cheesy pickup lines."
He frowned. "Your skin is very warm, woman. What are you?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
Axel appraised her and was happy to note that her climax had helped stop the trembling of her hands. But it would only be a matter of time before the effects of the withdrawal continued. "My name is Axel Stavros, one of the few quetzalem in this realm."
He searched her face for a reaction, but found none. Instead, the firecracker ran a hand through her electric pink hair, mussing it up so that she looked like she'd just rolled out of bed. He groaned at the thought.
"Quetzalem, huh? Well, that explains the tasty BBQ smokehouse quality of your skin."
He frowned. There was no detecting how this woman truly felt about his intentions. "You are familiar with my breed then? Perhaps you know that once a year we go into heat for twelve hours, and during this time we need constant climax to fan the embers of the brimstone lacing our bones. If we do not, our brimstone dries. Never more can we get it back once the cinders turn to ash."
"Well, it's a good thing you found the sex demon in town, isn't it?"
Of course. He should have guessed. She was too damn hot to be anything else; it was her young, innocent face that had convinced him otherwise. He'd already experienced the fire coursing through her veins like liquid passion, and he knew her claim to be more than true. It was an understatement.
He motioned for her to follow him. "Come to my home and I'll give you what you need."
That perked her up. No doubt she thought he meant the fae wing. "You know, sex demons can sympathize with your little problem. Except we have it worse. If we don't get climax on a regular basis, we can weaken, and even die."
"I doubt you've ever had a problem with this." His gaze raked over her sumptuous, goddess-like body. He instantly regretted the words when her yellow eyes swarmed with a deep orange and flecks of brown. She'd gone from carefree to tormented in only the breath of a sentence.
"I haven't, but my sister Zahra nearly died just last month. She was tortured by someone who knew this information. Not everyone likes sex demons. Surely you can appreciate this, dragon boy, since your kind has been hunted to near extinction."
Axel looked upon the woman in a new light. She wasn't just a sensual hellion. She'd seen enough things in her obviously young life to be a woman who knew how to take care of herself. Contemplating what kind of hard times would have led to the thick skin she possessed fueled his veins with rage. Thinking of anyone hurting this beautiful woman brought a haze over his vision. Remembering her current condition, he took her hand in his, but she jerked it away. He'd held it just long enough to realize the shakes had returned.
He'd seen enough withdrawal to know her insides probably felt as if they were soaked in acid, being pickled in bitter liquid need. Her mind would only be half-registering his words. The other half would be an evil mantra teasing her with the desire to make this itching of her skin and pain within her body go away.
"I'd been clean for a month, but I had a slip up the other day." Her gaze flickered with disappointment. "My sister still doesn't know. We left our hometown mostly on my behalf." She laughed, but it escaped in a bitter, desperate cry. He searched her face for tears, but found none. "Gods, why am I telling this to my dealer?"
"I'll be more than your dealer soon."

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Good Enough to Share, by Zara Stoneley

I’d been having dirty dreams about Dane for as long as I can remember. Well, probably since the first time all six foot something of him had swaggered into this bar and given me the type of smile that gave me an almost, emphasis on almost here, uncontrollable urge to strip every last inch of his clothing off in slow motion. But I hadn’t, because nice girls don’t, do they?
“Been out hammering shoes on?” I tweaked a bit of straw out of his thick dark hair and resisted the urge to tangle my fingers in deeper, just in case I’d missed a bit. And then rub a hand over that broad, strong chest just for good measure. He was buff underneath that shirt, I just knew it. Well, I did actually. I’d seen him strip to the waist the odd time at the tail end of the summer when we’d actually seen a bit of that golden orb in the sky they call the sun, and he’d built up a sweat manhandling horses. And along with every other girl on the yard I’d gone weak-kneed and tried not to stare as I’d watched his muscles ripple and a trickle of sweat bead its way down his back. A bead of sweat that needed licking off.


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Thursday, 28 March 2013

#EasterGiveaway, Day 4


Hi everyone, welcome back. We’re on day four of the Easter Giveaway which means you have another chance to win a $5 (or Sterling equivalent) gift card, get another entry into the prize draw AND I have more fantastic snippets to share. Details on how to enter are at the bottom of the post. Happy reading everyone!

Warning, some excerpts contain adult material

Sunburn, by Rosanna Leo

She approached the booth, only to find the blond bartender manning it. Her eyes almost popped and she blurted, “You!”
He grinned, but there was still a tightness around his eyes, as if he were sizing her up. “Hello, Patience.” His strained expression said volumes about what he considered to be the unsuitability of her name.
She tried to ignore the sucker punch in her gut, the one that hit her as soon as his deep, velvety voice caressed her eardrums. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar?”
His smile grew wider, showing off his perfect white teeth. “I’m everywhere.”
“Clearly.” She forced herself to look away from his gorgeous face, feeling light-headed because of the suns dancing in her eyes, the suns that seemed to come from him. To distract herself, she touched a few of the painted bowls on display. Not that it snuffed out those blasted suns.
He stepped closer. “Do you see anything you like?”
She choked on her saliva and coughed like a victim of the Black Death. He rushed to calm her, putting his hand on her back, massaging. She recovered upon feeling his touch and was hit by the bizarre, fleeting notion his touch made her recover. As if he’d healed her.
Utter nonsense. Yet as much as it was nonsense, her head swam with the bizarre possibility.
“Better?” he asked quietly, his face serious now.
She stared into the man’s eyes. They were blue, so very blue. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” Curiosity got the better of her and the question poured out. “What’s your name anyway?”
He breathed in. “Apollo Delos.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, breaking into a grin. “Just like Apolo Anton Oh no! I loved him on Dancing with the Stars!”
He got a curious look and let out a strange laugh. “Yeah. Just like him.”

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Hijacked, by Sidda Lee Tate

“I should go,” Sharon said without attempting to move from his grasp. Not being next to him seemed wrong.

“You should,” he whispered, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just under her ear, making her knees wobble and her thoughts scatter. “You should go home with me.”

She knew the best thing for her would be to run and stay as far away from Kyle as possible. She’d let him in. In the three hours they’d talked, he’d learned more about her than anyone ever had. She couldn’t get emotionally attached. What would that do? Nothing. Nothing but eventually leave her crushed and heartbroken.

Ignoring the rational thoughts, the ones attempting to save her from the pain she never planned to experience, Sharon kissed him. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his, and she became aware of the hard cock against her stomach. Her mind went back to hours before, how only his hand between her legs had pleasured her and she wanted more.

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she groaned and slid her hand down between them, cupping his bulge, lightly rubbing.
Taking the soft spot at the base of his neck with her mouth, gripping his shirt in her fist, she tugged him closer, kissing and licking up his neck before finding his lips, parting them with her tongue. Moving backward, the car stopped them, the weight of his hips pinning her against it.
“Right…here,” she moaned in between breaths. “Now.”

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Claiming her Dream, by Patricia Bates

Caine stepped through the trees and froze at the vision before him. A large, still pool spread out like a blanket. Dense moss covered birch trees lined the far shore. Boulders dotted the bank near him, creating a perfect walkway into the water. Narrow, slow moving water skipped over rocks and gravel to dip into the pool.
Living temptation stood waist deep in the middle. Her chocolate colored skin glistened with the cascading water from her cupped hands. Water sailed through the air like diamonds as she tossed black tresses over her shoulders. The ends skimmed over the water, waltzing with the current as she splashed glittering liquid over her
naked shoulders. Transfixed, he stared as her fingers delved into the tangled locks. Her movements revealed the pert globe of a breast and the neat tuck of her waist flowing into the curve of her hips. The tiny pucker above her buttocks begged to be kissed, to be licked, even nibbled.
In spite of his exhaustion, Caine noticed the less than subtle kick of his body’s reaction to the stunning beauty of the woman. His shaft stirred, pressing against the front placket of his trousers with a sudden jerk. The woman whipped around, her arms coming up to cover her naked breasts in a show of modesty.

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Christmas is Cancelled, by Aurelia B Rowl

Tilly embraced him back tightly, her heart galloping as his eyes grew darker. Drawn together like magnets, she tilted her head up and moved toward him. He dipped his head to meet her halfway, and her pulse raced, his lips drawing tantalizingly near. She closed her eyes in anticipation, but he never made it.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Flinging her eyes open, she was left reeling by the turmoil she saw in his eyes as he pulled back from her. "Why not?" she whispered, raising her hand to cup his cheek.

Screwing his eyes tight shut, he contradicted himself by leaning into her touch, his stubble scratching her palm like fine sandpaper. He was vulnerable, his control wavering. Quite frankly, it was the best opportunity she could ever hope to get, and she'd be stupid to waste it.

Years of longing came to fruition as she tentatively brushed her lips against Dean's. The shudder that ripped through him was so immense she had to do it again, lingering this time. His lips were soft and warm but unyielding beneath hers. He hadn't pushed her away though.

Emboldened, she ran her tongue over his lips, desperate to taste him. The groan wrought from his throat was spine tingling, hot-wired directly to her core, and suddenly he was kissing her back. A shrill ringing erupted from her handbag, and they both jumped.

"Ignore it," he mumbled against her lips, parting them, his tongue seeking permission to enter. She could only moan, communicating her agreement by granting access. Dean used his lips and tongue to expertly tease hers, over and over again, until her bones melted. She'd waited all her life to be kissed like this but, by God, it had been worth the wait. Except now she wanted more.

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Hidden Heartache, by Suzanna Ross

He took a step towards her and her gaze fixed on his mouth. She watched as he smiled again and a scar on his upper lip caught her attention. It was faded, barely there, if he hadn’t been standing so close she’d never have seen it. It was the type of scar that might have resulted from a childhood accident such as falling face first onto the corner of a table...
She drew a ragged breath as a wave of nausea hit her. She hadn’t seen that scar for fourteen years. She staggered back and came hard up against the side of her car and was grateful for the support it offered. “Nick?” she queried disbelievingly.
“It’s been a long time, Emma. How have you been?”
The boy who’d haunted her dreams and her nightmares for as long as she could remember. How, in the name of all that was holy, had she not recognised him?
In her defence, she hadn’t been expecting to see him again, not after all these years. And he’d changed – he’d grown from a heartbreakingly beautiful boy of sixteen into a man of such raw sex appeal just looking at him took her breath away. She should have known it was him from her reaction the moment she’d seen him ride into the health centre car park on that motorbike. No other man had ever made her heart beat faster or elicited wicked thoughts with just a look – not even come close.
Of course it had to be Nick.
The pain took her unawares – a searing ache in her chest. For a minute she thought she was having a heart attack, but quickly realised it was a physical manifestation of fourteen years of mental torment. “What are you doing back?”

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A Clockwork Butterfly, by Tabitha Rayne

Lena picked up the copper butterfly carefully in her fingertips. It was exquisite, and she never tired of studying Angelo’s craftsmanship. It gently, as if it were real, flapped its wings to reveal a new delicate carving on them.
“What’s this?” She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her, and tried to coax them open again. Angelo was smiling beside her.
“Touch the proboscis.” He motioned and Lena reached out to the feathery spiral. As her fingertip made contact, the wings opened again and rested there for her to see the new artwork. In the most intricate script were carved the words I love you.
Lena didn’t quite know what to do, say, or think until Angelo lifted the butterfly from her and tossed it up in the air, then pushed her on to her back, showering her with ferocious kisses. She watched the tiny creature flutter this way and that around the room while her body melted into Angelo’s embrace.
“I want to eat you up, ravish you, and come inside you,” said Angelo into her peaking flesh. When he was working her with his agile tongue, her entire skin became erogenous and she could barely think for the pleasure. Stars twinkled and burst wherever he kissed and Lena wriggled as his teeth joined in, raking her flesh and arousing every part of her.

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