Jingle Bell Rockin' at Three Wicked Writers Plus Two!

We're Jingle Bell Rockin' the entire month of December on Three Wicked Writers Plus Two. It starts TODAY so get your butts over there, lol! We'll be sharing holiday memories, recipes, favorite holiday movies, and of course there are prizes to be won. http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com/

And for my Hump Day Hunks I bring you...

Wednesday's Hunk Quote.

This scene is from "Burn"--my one and only first person point-of-view story. I wrote it from Ally's viewpoint. It just felt right. This was Ally's story and she needed to be the one to tell it.

It's a scorcher, beware! :)

I propped my hands against the headboard and rose up and down on his face, circling my hips and rubbing my clit over his puckered mouth, taking my own desire against his face. Blake watched, tied and helpless, eager to please me. It was suddenly too much.


My body pulsed and spasmed as blood rushed to my hot cunt. I flew over a jagged cliff right into oblivion, screaming his name over and over.

I would have collapsed had I not been on Blake’s face. Instead, I rose up entirely, then lowered to my knees next to his torso. His worshipful gaze never once left mine.

“Let me go, Ally. Untie me now.”

I wanted to protest, to keep up the pretense that I was the one in control, but we both knew the truth. The instant I’d agreed to have dinner with him, he’d assumed control. Without a word, I untied his hands, and he leaned up and untied his own ankles. I wasn’t given the chance to think about my decision as he grabbed my waist and threw me to the mattress, then covered me with his body. I moaned, and his lips curved in that same predatory way I remembered as an enamored girl.

“You’re mine, Ally. You’ve always been mine. I walked away from you once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’m not leaving this time.”

Oh God, why did that sound so good? Why did I still want him to love me? My heart broke hearing those words spoken in such a possessive way.

Sanity came back, barely, as I whispered, “I never agreed to anything more than this one night.”

He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, fleeting. Tempting. As he rose a few inches, I could swear I still felt the heat of his lips against mine. I hoped I’d always feel it there. Maybe it would make saying goodbye easier...

My inspiration for Blake Steele *grin*

A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
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