Pleasure Bound--Erotic Excerpt!

And now something for all of you folks who take the time to read my blog. Psst, have ice water handy! LOL

Exclusive ADULT excerpt from Pleasure Bound:

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Jonas stayed in place for several seconds after her orgasm ended, as if relishing the little aftershocks. Then he lifted his head.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmured.

Amen, was all Deanna could think as she let her eyes drift closed. Then his weight lifted and Deanna opened them again. She watched him stand beside the bed, staring down at her with some unnamed emotion on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He crooked his finger and grinned wolfishly at her. “Come over here, kitten.”

Deanna rolled to her side and sat up. When she stood and went to him, Jonas placed his hand on the small of her back and directed her across the room. He stopped her when she reached the dresser. The mirror. As she stared at her reflection, heat flooded her cheeks. Her gaze shot to his. His guttural words turned her legs to jelly.

“I’m going to make you come again. Only this time, you’ll see what I see.”

“I’m not sure I can, not like this.”

“You can,” he whispered; then he dipped his head to the side and kissed her nape. As if he’d pulled a string, Deanna began to climb that same cliff all over again.

Jonas slid his hands up and down her arms, teasing goose bumps to the surface. Deanna forgot her trepidations and simply sank into the moment. With her eyes open, she watched Jonas move his lips lower, until he was behind her. He was totally out of view now, but she felt his mouth against her shoulder blades. Deanna’s body hummed to life as he kissed and licked. “God, I had no idea.”

“Mmm, what?”

“That shoulders could be such a hot spot.”

“Only with my mouth,” he growled. “No other.”

Deanna let the possessive statement go for one reason only--because she knew deep down that if any woman chose to put her mouth on any part of Jonas’s body, Deanna would go postal.

Her body jolted when Jonas’s mouth came into contact with her bottom. She could only assume he was on his knees as he stroked the seam of her buttocks with his tongue. His talented hands massaged and fondled her ass cheeks. Deanna leaned forward and braced her hands on the top of the dresser, then shuddered when he parted her.

“Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide.”

Deanna did as he bid, but only barely. She just wasn’t as open, as uninhibited as he was.

Thankfully, Jonas seemed to understand her nervousness, because he didn’t press the issue. His tongue caressed her again, moving slowly between her thighs to her swollen labia. He separated her and dipped in, piercing her entrance in fast, stabbing motions. So much sensation, it’d never been this way. He made her feel alive with a few clever touches.

“Such a pretty ass and pussy. Let me see more, kitten. I won’t hurt you. Please, for me.”

That’s when Deanna knew the scary truth. That she’d do anything for him. Giving up all sense of modesty, she widened her stance. He hummed his approval and was there again, sucking at her clitoris and taking her over that jagged edge. She happily soared higher and higher as his tongue probed and his lips brushed and tormented. Deanna shouted Jonas’s name as he tugged her nubbin with his teeth. She went up in flames, pushing backward against his face, achingly aware of his hard, calloused hands holding her hips still. As he kissed her pussy and licked her tight, pink anus, her legs nearly buckled.

In an instant, he was standing again, his body molding to the length of hers as he stared at her in the mirror. “You tear me up, Deanna. Goddamn, I want you.”

“Then take me, Jonas,” she choked out.

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Saturday Snippet & WINNERS!

Before we get to the snippet I have contest winners to announce. Okay, remember the contest I was running that stated you had to follow my blog in order to be entered? Well, I said I'd pick three winners. I lied. I've decied to pick three winners, plus a bonus winner. Why? Because you're all so wonderful! I went from 89 follows to 121. That's 32 new followers! Woot!

So without further ado...my winners are:

Jennifer LaBelle

Desitheblonde

Susan Leech

The fourth winner will get So Sensitive, Some Like it Rough and Tahoe Nights!

and #4 is:

Tina

Winners: PLEASE email me your mailing address so I can get the books out to you ASAP! As a reminder, each of the top three winners will get: Body Rush, So Sensitive, and Some Like it Rough.

My email address: annerainey11 at gmail dot com

Thanks to all of you for entering. You're awesome! :-)

Now, if you didn't win, no worries! I'm also holding a Twitter contest! I'm giving away a $25 GC to Amazon. All you have to do is follow me on Twitter. Once I reach 1,000 Twitter followers I'll pick one winner among them! Easy as pie, just my kind of contest. hehe!

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Bcause this week's theme is author's choice, I decided to pick something super hot. And I couldn't think of any hotter scene than the one in Body Rush between Lydia and her three doms. I hope you have something cold to drink because you're going to need it, lol.

Lydia glanced up. Witnessing the dark arousal on Zeus and Apollo‘s faces had her own body coiled as tight as a spring. "You need to come again, don‘t you?" Apollo asked, as he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. "This time we‘ll be buried inside of you when you do."

"Come here, sweet girl," Poseidon growled from his position behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see him lying on his back on the bed, his legs spread. His cock jutted away from his body, the veins pulsing with vitality. Lydia turned around and before she could lose her nerve, straddled his thighs. Within seconds he had her spread out on top of him, his mouth covering hers. She couldn‘t think, couldn‘t move. Poseidon‘s lips were different from Apollo‘s, softer, fuller. They were pressed to hers, his tongue in her mouth, playing and teasing with the flesh of her bottom lip. She melted against his hard strength. As his powerful arms came around her shoulders, holding her tight, Lydia sighed and surrendered to him. His tongue scoured her mouth, taking immediate possession of her, sucking at her tongue.

Another pair of large, masculine hands moved down her back to cup her ass. A sharp swat had her yelping and scrambling to get away. Poseidon held her still, his voice soft and soothing against her ear. "Shh, it‘s okay."

She frowned down at him. "Someone just hit me, it‘s definitely not okay!" She heard a chuckle and whipped around. "It‘s not funny," she ground out between clenched teeth as she glared at Apollo.

"Don‘t be so skittish, baby. A spanking can be damned pleasurable."

Apollo‘s gravelly voice shouldn‘t have been so damn sexy, but as she lay there trapped in Poseidon‘s arms and surrounded by three muscular male bodies, she couldn‘t quite bring herself to stay angry with him. "Then let me swat your ass," she muttered, hoping to sound indignant. Judging by the twin grins on Apollo and Zeus‘ faces she‘d failed miserably.

"Spank a Dom?" Apollo asked, his voice teasing. "I don‘t think so, little Lydia. You‘re the sub, remember?"

Poseidon reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at him. His tender gaze relaxed her a measure. "I think you need to let us please you, sweet girl." This time when his lips covered hers, they weren‘t gentle. In fact, he all but demanded entrance. Lydia obeyed. In her soul she knew she‘d do nearly anything for these three men, the notion sent a bolt of fear licking through her. No one should wield that much power.

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Snippet Saturday--color

This week's theme is 'color'. I picked a scene from WHAT SHE NEEDS (M/F/M). It's the third story in my Cape May series and this particular scene is so full of color that I knew it was the right one to share! I hope you enjoy it.

Adult Excerpt

Tory stood at the railing, staring out at the ocean. Cancun was every bit as beautiful and romantic as she’d hoped. The warm weather was perfect for snorkeling and lazing in the sun. The cool night breeze off the water sent a chill down her body as she watched the dark waves slowly rolling in, then back out again. It was their first night there. She wondered if Con and Devon would even let her out of bed to enjoy the sights, much less go snorkeling. Or if she’d let them out! She grinned at the thought, then heard a shuffling from behind. Turning her head, Tory watched Devon and Con striding toward her. They were dark, strong and mostly naked. Her body stirred to life.

"Why are you out here when we’re in there?" Con asked.

Tory barely suppressed the need to moan. Con’s deep voice always had the power to turn her on. Of course, his bare chest and sexy red boxers didn’t hurt, either. Boxers she’d bought him for their first V-Day together. "I’m enjoying the night. It’s so lovely here, Con." She pointedly looked at his boxers and wanted to curse. "I can’t believe I couldn’t think of a better gift for you and Devon."

Con took her in his arms and held her tight. "We told you before, baby, you are the best gift any man could wish for."

"Thank you, for everything. Including this wonderful trip."

"Thank Devon too. Without him, we wouldn't be here."

Tory pushed backward and peered to the left of Con to see Devon in his brand-new electric blue knit pajama pants, a warm smile on his face. "Thank you, Devon."

He leaned close and pressed his lips to her temple. "Come on, you can thank me properly inside."

She stepped out of Con’s arms and followed Devon into their suite. The hotel was beautiful, the room ridiculously expensive, and yet it could be a hole-in-the-wall for all she cared. Her sole concentration was on Devon in that moment as he tossed his pjs on a chair and headed toward her, a gleam of wicked intent lighting his eyes.

As if the three of them had choreographed each move, Tory walked to the right until her knees hit the end of the bed, then she turned. Devon reached out and pushed at the center of her chest, knocking her to the plush, cream-colored comforter. She shimmied up the mattress so that she lay in the center. Con, in all his bronzed and dark-haired glory, stripped out of his clothes and spread out on the bed next to her, while Devon lowered himself on top of her. Their well-muscled bodies and the intensity in their sexy eyes were

enough to have any woman drooling, but the heavy weight between Devon’s legs had her aching and wet. She peeked over at Con and realized he was every bit as hard.

Tory tore her gaze away from the swelled head of his erection and searched Con’s face for signs of jealousy. He still didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but the soft smile he sent her way was reassurance enough.

Devon pushed his pelvis against her, gaining her attention. With the single-minded purpose of making him squirm, Tory began smoothing her right hand over his pectorals. She ran her fingers through the coarse dark curls that littered his chest and inched her legs upward until they were wrapped around his lean waist. She let her sex slide along the length of his cock, luxuriating in his deep groan of satisfaction.

"You do me in, sugar," Devon confessed as he teased his fingers down the front of her, setting off several little fires along the way. "Ah, sweet and soft," he groaned as he kissed her. His lips, so warm and firm, tasted hers as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. When he flipped them both over, putting her on top, she started to protest. His pleasurable torture continued, distracting her. By slow degrees, he took playful licks of her tongue and nipped her lower lip with his teeth. When she felt a pair of masculine hands cupping and caressing her bottom, Tory broke the kiss and looked beside her to see Con propped up on his elbow. The intensity in his silver gaze scorched a path clear to her core.

I hope you enjoyed that scene. And to read an extremely HOT chapter one of What She Needs, go here


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A New Hunk, A Contest, & An Update!

I have several things to share with you all today. First, thanks to Mari Carr and Lauren Dane I'm now taking part in Snippet Saturday. What is Snippet Saturday? This is where a bunch of us authors post excerpts from our releases, current and upcoming, along with the links to all the other authors' blogs taking part in Snippet Saturday. There is a theme to the excerpts and each Saturday is different and fun. I'm new to this thing, but the other ladies are old hats at it. So, to kick off MY part in Snippet Saturday, I decided to have a contest! *grin* I'm way overdue for one anyway and I have a ton of author copies here to unload on some unsuspecting readers. BWAHAHA!

Here's the deal. This Saturday, Sept. 3rd, I'm going to share an excerpt with you all and I'll be giving away some print books in the process. I'll pick several winners from those who leave me a comment on Saturday. So, be sure to come by and say hi!

Also, if you look to the left you'll see that I've posted my September Hunk. Cute, huh? hehe! I had several cuties in my hunk folder and I couldn't decide which one I liked best. To help me I enlisted the crew on my Yahoo Group, Reading After Dark. There were two guys that ulimately gained several votes, but sleeping beauty there won the most votes. In order to keep Guy #2 from feeling left out, however, I've decided he should be October's Hunk. It's only fair, after all. 

Last but not least, I've updated my website. Somewhat. I still have more updates to do, but there is only so much time in a day. Anywho, for a sneak peek at my upcoming Samhain release, Sam's Promise, check out this page. Sam's Promise is the first in the Blackwater series and I'm really excited about it. Also, there is a tiny bit of info there about the second book in the series, Vance's Rules. I hope you like what you read. ;-)

A little bit of background about the Blackwater series. One day my oldest daughter came home from school talking about these boys she knows. Five brothers, all adopted. I had to wonder what sort of person would take on five boys to raise? Someone very special, no doubt. Well, the idea took root and I realized I had a rather emotional start to a series here. Thus, the Jennings brothers were created.

Sam, Vance, Brodix, Reilly and River.

All five of these guys have had their share of hard knocks. All are emotionally damaged. And all are completely loyal to Wanda, their adoptive mother. She took them in and gave them their first real taste of love. Wanda taught them what it meant to be a family. So, when she has a heart attack and they learn the family business, the Blackwater Diner, is near bankruptcy, they all step in to make things right. Along the way, though, Wanda has plans of her own. Plans that include finding the perfect match for each of her boys--and she tends to get what she wants, one way or another. :)

And before I go, I wanted to remind everyone that I've posted the prologue to my upcoming Kensington release, Pleasure Bound, on my website. You can read it here

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Smokin' Hot Excerpt!

Today I figured I'd heat things up with a hot excerpt from "Body Rush". In this scene, Roni is learning that sometimes giving up control is a good thing. Hell, a great thing! :)

I hope you like it!

A quick note to let you all know I'm giving away a copy of What She Craves, my m/f/m nenage that comes out Dec. 14th. Come over to Closetreader to see how to enter!

WARNING: ADULT EXCERPT


“You’re a slob, Dr. Smart.”

Roni took in the messy surroundings. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her dresser was a chaotic mishmash of makeup, spray bottles and...damn, was that a coffee cup? It was a ridiculous mess. Still, she was glad she’d managed to talk him into coming home with her, instead of the other way around. “It’s the way I live, deal with it.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he whispered as he continued removing her clothing.

Oh, god, they were moving too fast and she knew it. He’d already shucked his clothes and now he was helping Roni out of hers. Roni couldn’t seem to put a stop to it. Something about Jake pulled at her. He didn’t treat her like she would break. He pushed and demanded and Roni loved it. She’d never let a man take such control. She’d even begun to suspect she was incapable of letting down her defenses long enough to ever have a normal relationship. She’d discovered pretty quickly that going to Kinks afforded her the luxury of being herself. There were no expectations. She could act on her desires and there were no consequences.

As she stood in her bedroom, allowing Jake to undress her as if she were a small child, Roni discovered a new kind of pleasure. When he removed her bra, leaving a pair of white silk panties covering her from his view, Roni was nearly ready to surrender and let Jake run the show.

As he slid the scrap of silk down her legs, Roni suddenly felt a bout of shyness overcome her. When he didn’t stand back up to take her to the bed, she frowned. “What are you doing?”

On his knees, his face mere inches from her pussy, he stared up at her. “I’m looking.”

Her clit throbbed as she watched him lick his lips. Jake leaned forward and kissed her drenched curls tenderly, forcing her to reach out and clutch his shoulders for support. His talented mouth lingered, licking up and down between her swollen folds. Roni whimpered and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

“Oh, god, Jake.” Roni didn’t know what to do. A storm brewed inside her and she needed to control it. To rein it in. As his arms wrapped around her hips and he cuddled her bottom, Roni tried to wriggle free. She ached to open her thighs, to give him better access. But he was too strong and he wasn’t budging.

“Let me play, baby,” he cajoled, his voice rough with passion. “I need to savor this hot little cunt for a bit.”

Who was she to deny the man? As he sank his tongue in, laving at her, Roni’s knees nearly buckled. She would’ve fallen had he not been holding her in his firm embrace. When his talented mouth found her clitoris, the tremors built inside her by slow degrees. Little ripples moved through her, gaining momentum as he sucked at her clit and licked her pussy.

Roni couldn’t take much more of the pleasurable torture. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled hard enough to gain his attention. His gaze darkened, turned savage, as he pulled back and looked at her. Roni wouldn’t be deterred by his feral expression. “Finger fuck me, Jake,” she demanded, “Do it now.”

Without warning, Jake released her and stood. She would have fallen on her ass had he not steadied her. When she was about to order him back on his knees, he only slung her around and brought his palm down hard on the sensitive flesh of her ass.

“Ow! That hurt, damn it!”

“Next time we fuck, you can order me to do your bidding,” he gritted out. “This time you’re mine.”

“I told you before I’m a Dominatrix,” she bit out. “I like to be in control.”

He swatted her again on the other cheek. “You got your way when you insisted we come back to your place instead of mine. Now hush and let me play. You’ll get your turn.”

It wasn’t in Roni’s nature to hold her tongue. She’d never been good at it. “I’ll take my turn now.” She tried to turn but his hands gripping her hips were too strong.

“You were doing fine, baby. Why the sudden change?”

“It’s not rocket science, Jake. I want to come, it’s that simple.”

His hot breath against her ear had her pussy creaming. “Let me take you there then. Stop fighting me.”

Could she let him have control? She turned and looked at him. “I’ll get my chance later?”

He smiled. “I promise, princess.”

“Princess?”

He looked her over and groaned. “A pretty, stubborn, blonde princess.”

She bit her lip and contemplated the merits of giving into Jake. He wanted to pleasure her in his own way. It wasn’t exactly a hardship to let the man take over. “Okay.”

Gently, he kissed her lips. “You won’t regret it.”

When he stepped backward, Roni let her gaze drift over his muscular chest, then on down to his hard cock. “I know,” she murmured.



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Jake held Roni’s gaze as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Her eyes rounded, and there was a fire he hadn’t seen in them before. “I want to taste this pretty pussy.” She started to protest, but in the end stayed silent and let him have his way. Knowing she was willing to relinquish control melted his heart. Instinctively, Jake knew Roni rarely gave a man control.

He licked his lips and stared at the glistening golden curls covering paradise. “I bet you taste like heaven. A slice of sweet honeyed heaven.”

Her cheeks bloomed pink and her eyes darkened. The soft light on the bedside table lent to the sensuality of the moment. “Would you like my tongue on your clit, Roni?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

Jake leaned in and kissed the little nub. “Say please, pretty baby.”

“Please, damn you!”

He chuckled. “Not quite what I had in mind, but it’ll do.” Jake clutched onto her thighs and tugged her forward. She moaned his name and it fueled his own raging need. With her body so close, Jake could smell her arousal. Christ, he was starved for her.

“You’re so goddamn sexy. Sexy and wet and ready.”

“Jake,” she muttered, “I’m dying here.”

As she held onto his shoulders, sharp nails digging into flesh and muscle, Jake knew he’d never forget this moment as long as he lived.

The need in her quivery voice urged him on. “Put your leg over my shoulder.”

She was unsteady but eager as she did as he instructed. The position put the apex of her thighs directly in his face. It was a major turn-on. She looked a little bit awkward and wobbly. Jake cupped her ass and squeezed, then kissed her clit. “I want your juice on my tongue. I’m going to really enjoy licking you dry, Roni.”

He spread her open with his thumbs and exposed her hot little cunt. When he leaned in and licked her slit, Jake tasted pure, feminine heat. He ached for more, to drown in her liquid desire. His tongue delved inside her opening as his hands clasped onto her bottom, bringing her closer. Jake was suddenly swept away on a sea of desire as emotions rocked his body and tore at his heart and soul. He sank deeper, his cock throbbing as Roni’s inner muscles clenched around him. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pulled him forward, forcing him to bury his head in her wet pussy.

“Your tongue, Jake,” she moaned, “I need more of your tongue, please.”

He gave in and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, relishing the needy sounds Roni made. Her thighs started to quiver and her body began to spasm out of control. Jake tongue-fucked her, sinking in and out of her dewy heat as if starved. Without warning, Roni shuddered and screamed, her juice pouring into his hungry mouth.

He lapped at her several times, eager to swallow every drop of her passion, before he pulled his mouth off her. Roni slumped over him. The feel of her soft curves, leaning on him for support filled him with masculine pride. In this single moment, Roni appeared vulnerable and trusting. It pulled at Jake to see her so open to him. He gently kissed her swollen nub one more time, then pushed her away enough so he could stand. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other behind her knee before lifting her into his arms. After he placed her on the bed, he stepped back. Her quick breathing and heavy-lidded eyes had every one of his possessive instincts kicking in. Damn, she was beautiful. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but in that moment he vowed they would be sharing more than a single night together. No way in hell would he be letting her slip through his fingers now that he’d had a taste of sweet heaven.


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Ride of Her Life--Out Now!

My first Ellora’s Cave release is now live, baby! Check it out! *g*


Ride of Her Life

By: Anne Rainey

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Blurb:
It’s been a year since her divorce and Lily Justice is ready to move on—but not with just any man. She’s got a certain drool-worthy body shop owner in mind. It’s almost convenient that her car needs some work. And when she meets Kyle Wolff up close and personal, her inner-slut has to have him, age difference be damned. With the car staying at the shop, Kyle graciously offers to give her a lift home.

While she accepts a ride on Kyle’s hot motorcycle, Lily’s inner-slut wants a hot ride on Kyle.

She’s about to get what she wants. And it will be the ride of her life…

ADULT Excerpt:

As Kyle lay in bed, darkness surrounding him, the only thing he could think about was Lily. How she’d looked standing in her driveway earlier in the day, eyes bright with passion, lips swollen from his kiss. Jesus the woman was hazardous to his self-control. Would she have invited him in if he’d stuck around? He hadn’t wanted to pressure her. Lily was all class. Giving her the impression that he was only after her for sex didn’t fit in with his plans. There was more to it than that. In Lily, he saw a woman of substance. A woman who would challenge him. She made him think crazy thoughts. Thoughts like making her his—so no other man had a right to look at her with lust in their eyes.

Reaching over, Kyle picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and pressed speed dial two.

“Hello?”

Her husky voice filtered over the line. Sexy. Kyle looked at the neon numbers on his alarm clock and winced. It was eleven o’clock at night. Shit. “Did I wake you?”

“Kyle?”

The note of surprise in her voice was of the good variety. Smiling, Kyle stuck his arm behind his head and answered, “Yep.”

“Oh, hi. And no, you didn’t wake me. I was just laying here going over some photos.”

“Laying?” His cock flexed. “Are you in bed?”

She laughed. “Is this one of those what are you wearing phone calls?”

Playful. He liked that in a woman. “Do you want it to be?”

A pause, then, “I’ve never had one of those, so I don’t really know.”

“Never?”

He heard a rustling sound before she said, “Nope.”

Kyle closed his eyes and tried to imagine her surroundings. Tried to imagine her. The latter was easy. “You’re a phone-sex virgin, huh?”

She laughed again. The sound vibrated through his entire body, sending his nerve endings on a holiday. “I’ve never really thought of it, but I suppose I am.”

“Then allow me to guide you through your very first,” he growled.

“Okay.”

Surprised by her quick agreement, he asked, “Really?”

“Yes, really. I want to know what I’ve been missing out on.”

Her husband must have been a real ass. “Are you in your bedroom? In bed?” Damn, how he wished he could drive to her house and see for himself. Patience. She needs time, dickhead.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, this is the part where you tell me what you’re wearing.” He kept his voice soft, undemanding. “And if it’s an old pair of ripped-up sweats with spaghetti sauce stains, that’s okay. Be honest.”

Several seconds drifted by before she replied, “This is so weird.”

“It’s just the two of us, Lily. It’s okay to let yourself go a little.”

“Then here goes. I just had a shower and my hair is still damp. I’m wearing one of my favorite nightgowns. It’s red and greed plaid. Short, sleeveless and about twenty years old.”

“Comfy, I like that.” He waited a heartbeat before asking, “Bra? Panties?”

“White cotton panties,” she answered. “No bra.”

“Mmm, that’s sexy, Lily. Very sexy.”

She snorted and for some reason Kyle found the sound as cute as hell. “You wouldn’t say that if you saw me right now. No makeup and an old, ugly nightgown. Icky.”

“On you it’s sexy, trust me.” He softened his voice, making the moment even more intimate for her. “Does the nightgown have buttons down the front, Lily?”

“Y-Yes.”

Her voice hitched. Kyle’s dick swelled. “Undo them for me.”

“I’ll have to set the phone down.”

“Can you put me on speaker?”

He didn’t hear anything at first. For a frustrating moment Kyle thought the call had been dropped. Finally, she said, “You’re on speaker now.”

“Good,” Kyle murmured, then stayed quiet, waiting for her to do as he bid. Wondering how far she’d go.

“I-I’m done.”

When her voice came over the line this time, Kyle heard the shyness in her tone. He wanted her beyond that. He wanted her to feel, not think. “Spread it open for me, little Lily. Nice and wide so your breasts are exposed.”

“This feels…”

Her voice trailed off, forcing Kyle to gently prod. “What do you feel?”

“I feel like you can see me. Even though you can’t.”

“Ah, but I can see you. You’re filling my mind with your beauty right now.”

“You don’t even know what I look like beneath the clothes. I could be covered in warts.”

He chuckled. “You’re stalling, Lily. Did you spread the nightgown like I asked?”

“Yes.”

I wonder…just how far will Lily go? *g*
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Doctor's Orders

Psychologist Roni Smart is willing to play doctor in her spare time, but she's looking for a man who lusts after more than her money. Enter Jake, a computer whiz whose able fingers, red-hot body, and brash take-charge attitude are the perfect antidote for her fever...



Midnight Snack

Coffee shop owner Jeanette Williams just can't read the menu when it comes to men. But she's more than happy to serve the knee-weakening biker guy who shows up each morning, stirring a shameless desire within. So when she catches his hungry eyes on her, she offers him an after-hours culinary lesson he'll never forget...



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Prologue

The loud music hit her the instant she stepped through the doors. Lydia loved it. Going to Charlie’s, her favorite hangout, after work on Friday night always helped her forget about the lawyers she worked for. There were three of them and they were all exasperating. Working at a law firm sucked in ways that most people couldn’t grasp. Her only escape from the stress came when she met up with her two best friends, Roni and Jeanette. They’d known each other since grade school. While everyone else had moved on and forgotten about their school pals, the three of them had stayed in touch. Sometimes she thought they were closer now than ever. Maturity maybe. Who knew the reason, all Lydia knew for sure was that she’d be lost without them.

As she moved through the crowded room, Lydia felt someone’s hand on her ass. She turned and glared at the man sitting with a group of men, all grinning like idiots. The hateful look she tossed his way must have worked because he pulled his hand back and started to scope out his next victim. Lydia spotted her friends sitting at a high round table at the back of the bar. Roni waved her over. Lydia smiled and headed towards her.

As she reached them she noticed her favorite drink, a fuzzy navel, ready and waiting. Roni moved to another chair, giving her the one on the end. “Why is it men think it’s cute to grab a woman’s ass? Do they really think it’s going to get them laid?” she shouted in an attempt to be heard over the noise. She slid onto the chair and grabbed her drink, wondering if she’d look like an alcoholic if she downed half the glass in one gulp.

“I’ll never understand why men do half the things they do,” Roni tossed back with an angry edge to her voice. “Trying to figure them out is a waste of time.”

Jeanette leaned close and said, “There is one particular guy I wouldn’t mind grabbing my ass. The only problem is I don’t think he even knows I exist.”

Lydia and Roni both moved closer, their attention rapt. Lydia spoke up first. “Are you still hot for that motorcycle dude coming into your café?”

Jeanette’s gaze filled with unbridled lust. “If you saw him, you’d be drooling too. I’m telling you, he’s the yummiest thing I’ve seen yet.”

“You’ve lusted after this guy for what, a year?” Roni asked.

Jeanette laughed. “It feels that way sometimes, but it’s only been about six months.”

Lydia took a sip of her drink. Already she could feel herself relaxing, as if the last several days were a distant blur. She looked across the table at Roni and shook her head. She still couldn’t picture her sharp-tongued friend as a psychologist. On a good day she was hard to get along with. On the other hand, Jeanette’s job seemed to fit her to a ‘T’. Owning a quant little coffee shop seemed the perfect choice for her introverted friend.

“If you don’t ask him out, someone else will,” Lydia taunted, hoping to push her friend into making a move.

Jeanette bit her lip. “I’m so damn shy around him. He comes in with this black leather jacket and tight, faded jeans and I just want to jump him. All that dark hair and those dark eyes.” she sighed. “Every time I see him I think, this is it. I’m going to ask him out. Or at least find out if he has a damned girlfriend. But I just get all tongue-tied. Like I’m high school again.” She clenched her fist around the long neck bottle of light beer she’d ordered. “It’s frustrating as hell.”

Roni piped up with her usual bit of sensitive logic. “He rides a motorcycle, he’s gorgeous as hell and he comes to your shop every morning. Get a clue, girl, he wants to fuck you!”

Jeanette rolled her eyes. “What makes you think he wants me at all? He comes for the coffee, not the owner.”

“Bullshit. He comes because you’re hot and he wants to lay you across the counter. He could get coffee anywhere. Hell, he probably doesn’t even live near your shop.”

Lydia could see her friend’s spirits perking up. “You really think so?” Jeanette asked.

Roni laughed and swallowed the last of her sex on the beach, before waving the waitress over and ordering another. After she hurried off to fill their order, Roni said, “He’s just watching you squirm a little. Enjoying the way you blush and stammer. It’s a game. He’s wondering how long you can hold out.”

Jeanette started to peel the label off the beer. “I’ve never asked a guy out before. Usually they ask me. I’m not shy exactly, but I am a little old fashioned I guess.”

Lydia spoke up this time. “I think Roni’s right. It’s a new world these days. Men like it when a woman is sure of herself. You should definitely ask him out.”

Jeanette’s eyes grew round. “This coming from the shyest one of all?”

Lydia shrugged. “I’ve been doing some thinking. It’s time we livened up our lives a little, don’t you think?”

Roni narrowed her gaze, as if suspicious all of a sudden. “In what way?”

“I don’t know,” Lydia admitted as she looked down at her half empty drink. “It’s just that we come here every Friday and nothing is ever any different. We work all week, date boring men, and then come here to bitch about it. I’m getting sick of it. I’m ready for a change.”

“You might date boring men, but that doesn’t mean we all do.”

Lydia knew that tone. Roni always got her back up when someone pointed out that she wasn’t perfect. “Oh really? What about that guy you went out with last weekend. You said he took you to the Opera and you wanted to sleep through the whole thing it was so boring.”

Roni slumped. “Men always think they’re going to impress me by bringing me to some expensive restaurant or some fancy theatre. Or they go the opposite route and attempt to please me by playing on my kinkier side. Just once I’d like to go out with a real man. Someone who isn’t trying to impress.”

“See? That’s exactly what I mean. We all have these secret desires, but we don’t act on them.” Lydia looked at Jeanette, who’d remained silent throughout the exchange. “Just once wouldn’t you like to toss caution to the wind and do something...wicked?”

Jeanette sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, I would. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to strip naked and just offer myself to Mr. Motorcycle Man. But how can I possibly do that when I don’t know a thing about him? These days it pays to err on the side of caution.”

Lydia nodded. “I agree we should be cautious, but that doesn’t mean we can’t, just this once, do something completely out of character.” When Roni and Jeanette both started talking at once, Lydia held up her hand. “Hear me out. If you don’t like my idea, then we’ll forget I ever mentioned it. Agreed?” Both women looked at each other before giving her the floor. “Roni is ready to get down and dirty with an honest, blue collar kind of guy. Jeanette you’re so hot for Motorcycle Man I can practically see steam coming off you. I have my own little fantasy in mind too. I say we make a bet to see who can make their fantasy come true first.”

Roni snorted. “Are you serious? We’re going to bet to see who can get laid faster?”

“Not just laid, dork. The bet is to see who can make their fantasy become reality.”

Jeanette gasped. “I cannot believe you’re suggesting this. I can see Roni suggesting something like this, she’s half crazy, but you? I’ve never even seen you loosen the top button of your blouse, yet you’re sitting there proposing we make our wildest fantasies come to life?”

Lydia’s face heated. Jeanette was right. It was insane to think she could actually make her own fantasy a reality. If her friends had half a clue what she wanted to do, they’d commit her to a sanitarium. She was about to call the whole thing off when Roni spoke up

“What’s the winner get?”

Jeanette’s gaze swung to Roni. Lydia couldn’t speak.

“You’re actually considering this ludicrous bet?” Jeanette squeaked.

Roni grinned. “Why the hell not? It sounds like fun. And Lydia’s right, our lives are boring as shit. While I admit I do have some pretty wild sex, there’s still something missing. I want more, damn it.”

Lydia wished she could be more like Roni. She took life by the horns. All Lydia could ever control was her cat, Socrates. “I haven’t thought that far. What should the winner get? While we’re at it, what does the loser have to do?”

Jeanette held up her hand. “Wait, I’m already confused. How does one lose?”

“By not making your fantasy real,” Roni answered.

“So in order to win, I need to ask Mr. Motorcycle Man out?”

“Not just ask him out, but you have to do the very thing you’ve been dreaming of,” Lydia said, already wondering what she’d gotten herself into.

“I’ve had a lot of dreams about that man.”

“Make one of them happen and you’re safe from losing,” Roni said as she finished off her second sex on the beach.

Lydia took a deep breath and went for broke. “So, back to the question. What does the winner get and what does the loser have to do?”

“The winner gets to have her fantasy come to life, obviously,” Roni chimed in. “The loser...buys the rest a round of drinks?”

‘No, that’s not incentive enough,” Jeanette said, as if she were beginning to warm up to the idea. “The loser has to...strip naked and walk down main street.”

Lydia shook her head. “Illegal. It can’t be against the law.”

“Then the loser has to clean my car,” Roni tossed out.

Lydia and Jeanette both shuddered. “That’s cruel and unusual punishment, Roni,” Lydia said. “Damn.”

Roni rubbed her hands together. “But it’s legal and it’s incentive enough to get you two busy.”

“What makes you so sure you’re going to win?” Jeanette shot right back, her back stiffening in pride.

Roni winked. “Because I never lose, honey.”

Lydia sucked down the last of her fuzzy navel, then ordered another. “Okay, now for the next part of this wager. We each have to reveal our fantasy.”

Jeanette shrugged, “Mine’s already been revealed. I want to have wild and crazy sex with Mr. Motorcycle Man.”

Roni frowned. “I want a man who wants me for me. A man who isn’t out to impress.”

Both women looked at Lydia. “I want to have sex with a stranger, no strings, no names, just sex.” Or maybe with two, she thought, but she wasn’t ready to admit that.

Jeanette’s jaw dropped and Roni eyes filled with awe. “Damn, I’ve never admired you more than I do right now,” Roni mused.

Jeanette laughed and soon they were all cracking up. Deep down Lydia shook like a teenager on prom night. What the hell did I just get myself into?

Turbulent Passions--out now!

“Turbulent Passions” by Anne Rainey
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Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60504-490-3
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: April 7, 2009
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
Blurb:
Love. Is it blind luck? Or just a lump on the head?
Sapphire Demas and her twin brother have a secret. Since the awful day their parents were killed, they’ve been in hiding, fearful the same fate will befall them. Now she’s grown tired of living a half-life, tired of lying. She wants something just for herself. When she stumbles across an unconscious man while hiking through the woods and brings him home to heal, she knows she’s found it. Even if he’s a dangerous outsider.
Investigative journalist Adam Richton trusts only one thing—his nose for news. He’s never failed to get a story and doesn’t intend to start now. Until a beautiful and mysterious woman rescues him. In an instant, he forgets all about his career. Now all he wants is Sapphire, any way he can get her.
Then he witnesses something extraordinary that puts his reporter instincts back on full alert. Something that exposes Sapphire’s secrets, challenges him to believe the unbelievable…and to trust in something way out of his comfort zone: love.
Warning: This title contains hot, steamy, explicit sex. Oral sex. Sex in public places. And sex using scarves and other naughty things.

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EXCERPT:

Do you own all this?”

He still had no idea who or where he was, but he was certain of one thing. He was loath to be rid of the hot brunette with the rhythmic accent, offering him chicken noodle soup and bread that smelled as if she’d baked it fresh.

“No, my brother and I own it together,” she said, setting a plate of sliced bread on the table. When she turned around to grab the iced tea she’d poured, he got a good view of her backside. The flirty sundress she wore couldn’t conceal curves as lush as hers. Sweet. As she moved toward the table with their drinks, her explanation continued. “After our parents died in a car accident five years ago, Aries found this two hundred acre plot for sale. He had the main house built, and we moved here shortly after. This smaller house wasn’t built until a little later, after I convinced Aries I needed my own space.”

You aren’t married?” He held his breath, unsure why it mattered. She was a stranger. Hell, for all he knew she was the reason he had an egg-sized lump on the back of his skull.

She stopped dishing up the soup and stared at him as if he’d gone mad.

“Did I say something wrong?” Jesus, she was probably a widow or something.

“No, of course not. It’s just… I’m not married.”

There was more to that story, he was certain of it. He’d eventually get it out of her, too. That’s what he did, expose the secrets behind the faces of the people he met. His body went still at the sudden knowledge. It was a clue. Already he was remembering things.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“You went very pale. Is your injury bothering you?”

He shook himself back to reality. “Not really. A flash of a memory. Startled me some.”

She smiled and it lit up the room. Damn, she was a true beauty. Her dark brown hair hung low, swinging just above her ass in bouncy little ringlets. He’d been dying to touch it, to find out if it was as soft and silky as it looked. Her body had been like a breath of fresh air, all smooth curves, with just the right amount of creamy flesh to give a man something to play with and hang on to. He’d always hated women who were too thin. He liked something to unveil. Something to make his time worthwhile. And Sapphire was surely worthwhile. Her sweet body practically had him salivating. Her sexy, almond-shaped blue eyes had the power to mesmerize a man. A tempting siren, and he’d landed right in her lap.

But what the hell was she doing sequestered away like a friggin’ nun? The two-storey white house was large enough for a family, but still small enough to be cozy. He liked the way she’d decorated, too. A large rectangular table made of pine was the center point of the kitchen. There was a matching hutch, filled with what appeared to be very expensive china, along one wall, and not a lot else. She liked it uncluttered, it seemed. He wondered if the rest of the house held the same type of pine furniture. It had surprised him to note that the place was wired with one hell of a security system, too. Apparently, her brother was the protective sort.

She placed two steaming bowls on the table and said, “You’ll regain your memories soon. You have a strong mind.”

“And you know this how?”

His question appeared to take her by surprise, though she recovered quickly. “You just don’t seem the weak type, I guess.”

“Uh, thanks.” He wasn’t sure what to make of her, and his head hurt too damn bad to think it to death.

“You’re welcome.” She sat at the table and started eating her soup. His stomach growled, so he followed suit. They were both quiet while they ate.

After they’d devoured most of their soup and several slices of the bread, he sat back and watched her dab a pink napkin over her lips. Every movement she made was delicate and refined. When she finished, she stood and began clearing away their dirty dishes. He pushed his own chair back and came to his feet.

“You wash, I’ll dry.”

She looked at him from head to toe. “You should take a hot shower.”

“Later, after the kitchen’s cleaned up.”

Sapphire placed her hands on her hips. “No. I think you should shower and rest. You obviously shouldn’t sleep yet, but lying down couldn’t hurt. We still aren’t certain what happened to you. It could be that your body suffered quite a trauma. It’s already after six o’clock and, for all we know, you could’ve been lying on that ground all day.”

He wanted to laugh. It seemed downright ridiculous to have her standing up to him. She was maybe five-two, while he was six-foot and outweighed her by a hundred pounds, easy.

“You said yourself I could have a concussion. I should stay with you so you can keep an eye on me.”

She squinted at him, as if trying to see if he was playing her. Finally, she shrugged. “Fine, but if you pass out and hit your head again, I won’t be at fault.”

He chuckled at her disgruntled tone. “Duly noted, ma’am.”

“Sapphire, please.” She wrinkled her nose. “Ma’am sounds old.”

“And you sure as hell aren’t old,” he growled.

“No, I’m twenty-four.”

“If I knew my age I’d share, but…”

“Do you have a wallet or something that might help us find out who you are?”

He hadn’t even thought to check. He reached around to his back pocket, but nothing was there. He shook his head.

“Soon enough,” Sapphire reassured him.

He hoped. It was damned strange not knowing anything about his life, least of all his age. He held up his hands and saw no ring. Thank God for small favors.

As they worked on cleaning the dishes, he glanced at the clock on the microwave. Six-thirty in the evening. How long had he been in those woods? How had he even gotten there? More importantly, where the hell was he?

“You’re in Waverly, Ohio.”

A prickling sensation traveled the length of his spine. “I didn’t ask.”

The bowl she’d been washing slipped out of her grasp. It hit the edge of the counter, broke into several large, jagged pieces and landed at their feet. She gasped, and they both looked down. Blood oozed from a cut on the side of her left arch.

“Hold still, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he swung her into his arms. He strode across the kitchen and set her carefully in a chair. She was biting her lip and frowning at her foot. He hoped she wasn’t one of those women who passed out at the sight of blood.

“May I look at it?”

She nodded, and he gently pushed her long dress out of the way and held her supple calf in his palm, inspecting her injury. “Hmm, I think it might need to be amputated.”

Her eyes shot wide. He winked, and a sweet blush stole over her cheeks as she realized he was only teasing her.

“You must think I’m quite a baby, flinching at a minor scrape when you’re so battered.”

“Not a baby. Tender, gentle, yes.” He leaned forward and kissed the side of her foot, right over the cut. “Such soft skin.”

“Oh.”

Her breathless, one word reply went straight to his groin. Damn, the woman had the power to drive grown men to their knees.

He rose, went to the sink and ripped a paper towel off its roll. After he wet it and squeezed out the excess water, he went back to her and dabbed at the cut. The bleeding had already stopped. When he had all the blood cleared away, he stood again.

“Sit still while I tidy up.” She started to protest, but he rode right over her. “You took me in and gave me the best meal I’ve had in…well, to be honest I can’t remember, but it was damned good. The least I can do is clean.”

Her expression changed and her gaze darted to the front window.

Her alarm was enough for him to wish he had a weapon of some kind. “What is it?”

That blue-eyed gaze shot to his face, and he could see real fear. “You can’t be here. My brother’s coming. You need to hide.”

“Hide? Are you serious?”

“You’re a man. He wouldn’t approve.”

Her attitude rubbed him wrong. Unsure if it was male pride or something more, he ground out, “You’re a grown woman. You don’t need his approval, Sapphire.”

“Please, he’ll make you leave, and I don’t wish that.”

Now they were getting somewhere.

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She was what a man desired in a woman. Soft, womanly curves, a sweet innocence that made him want to shelter and protect, and a hot, steamy inner passion just begging to be released. She was so ripe. Nick ached to pluck her from the vine that kept her chained and taste every juicy inch.

Lacey whimpered and went pliant in his arms. It was all the encouragement he needed. If Nick couldn’t have all of her today, right now then he’d at least take a sample. Something that would stick with him, tide him over until he could have it all.

He used his tongue to coax her lips apart, licking at the delicate skin until she finally surrendered. He entered the sweet cavern of her mouth and explored its wet heat. He moved his tongue in a rhythm akin to making love, going slowly in and out, building the pleasure by small measures. Suddenly, Lacey’s delicate hands were in his hair. She grabbed handfuls and pulled him closer still.

Nick took his mouth from hers. “Baby, I want you. I want to be buried inside of you until you scream my name. God, how I’ve fantasized about that.” He shut his eyes for a minute in an effort to gain control before opening them again. “But I’m not sure you’re ready.” When she started to protest, he hushed her by placing his index finger to her lips. “I will give you an appetizer.” No way was he going to leave her wanting.

Nick turned them so she lay against the couch, his body covering hers. He touched his tongue to her lips again, but this time it was just a bare whisper. Even so, Lacey whimpered again. The teasing little sound could be addicting.

He kissed each of her eyelids and trailed his lips along her cheeks, taking his time, drawing out the pleasure. If only it would last forever. Every time she blinked, every time she moved, he wanted her to think only of him and beg him for more.

Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled her top up over her head, and threw it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his eyes drank in her delicate form. Baby-pink. That was the shade of her nipples. They were large and puffy. He’d never seen anything sweeter, or more tempting.

“Oh, baby, you are every man’s fantasy come to life, and you’re all mine.”

Not giving her a chance to respond, he leaned down and sucked one pink tip into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and biting it lightly, giving in to the frantic need clawing at him. He closed his eyes and savored her unique flavor.

One last lick and he released the hard bud then pulled back to gaze into her eyes. “You taste as good as you smell. Somehow I knew you would.” His voice was almost unrecognizable even to him. He descended onto the other breast, brushing it with his tongue while his hand was busy toying and kneading the other.

“Nick, please, I want you.”

It was almost too much. He stopped his ministrations and taunted, “Good, I want you crazy for it, Lace.” Then he crawled down her body, and undid the fly to her jean shorts. He slithered them down her strong, runner’s legs, kissing each inch of flesh he exposed. He stopped in surprise when he got her shorts off all the way and looked at her panties. “Christ, had I known what you were wearing I would have moved a hell of a lot faster.”

She wore a lacey turquoise thong. Nick could clearly see her brown curls underneath the scarce covering. The beautiful sight fired his blood.

It made him so hard he ached.

“Did I ever tell you that turquoise is my favorite color?” he asked, his eyes never leaving her nest of curls. When he thought he heard a whispered “no”, he groaned, “Well it sure as hell is now.”

With her shorts all the way off, he looked down at her. Passion darkened her pale blue eyes and her face was rosy from the scrape of his morning stubble. Her damp, silky hair fanned out across the cushion. He had a moment to think of just how sexy she appeared. His gaze darted to her nipples, distended and wet from his loving. He rumbled his approval and fondled the firm globes.

He’d waited for this moment far too long and yet it was better than he’d ever imagined. He felt like a kid with a new toy.

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