Sasha White

This weeks Saturday Snippet theme is Parties.

Below is a short peek at a scene from TROUBLE.
In TROUBLE, Samair Jones is starting her own fasion label – one that specializes in lingerie, fetish wear, and dance wear. In this part of hte story she’s teamed up with nightclub owner Val, to have a private party/fashion show in his club, Risque

Some of you might recognize the hero’s best friend, Karl form the snippet on secondary characters last week. Karl was introduced in BOUND, and he’s plays a supporting role in TROUBLE, before he gets his own story in WICKED.

Read Chapter One of TROUBLE

Val found Karl in the Bachelor room, schmoozing with the more influential people that had wanted their privacy assured, and were willing to pay handsomely for it.
To him, it was a contradiction that people who were so paranoid about their privacy would come out to a show anyway. Karl had worked his magic though, assuring them that they would have complete privacy from the rest of the club, with a private show.
The logistics of giving them a separate private fashion show hadn’t been easy to figure out. They’d set up a small changing tent just outside the Bachelor Room’s separate entrance on the side of the building, and the models had agreed to do a change out there. Then they’d all go back inside and do the show again, for the general occupants of the bar.
“How’s it going in here?” he asked Karl when he found him at the back wall, watching over the crowd.
“Smooth, buddy. Your staff is keeping the drinks flowing, and the catering is a definite hit.”
Val looked over at the tables along the back wall of the room. He’d arranged for buffet style catering and the two end tables were piled high with hot hors d’oeuvres like poached salmon rounds and crab puffs, along with plates and such. But the middle table was what made it all special.
Centered in the dimly lit area was a long table, the crisp white linen cloth covering it a deep contrast to the dark skinned body stretched out on top of it.
Sushi, sashimi, tempura-battered veggies and prawns covered the woman’s bare flesh. Flower petals of various colors and leafy greens were strategically littered over her breasts and belly, while a small porcelain plate with pickled ginger and wasabi waited in the juncture of her thighs, just hiding enough of her hairless pussy to tease.
“For two hundred bucks a head I figured I better come up with something other than free booze for them. Ambrosia Catering promised me that, and I see they delivered.”
Karl slapped him on the back.
“All the tickets were sold, so that’s some solid coin. Between this and what you make at the front door, you’re home free, brother.”
“As much as I hate to anticipate … I think you’re right. Now if we can sell a lot kinky shit, Samair’s new business will be off to a great start too.”
“How’s she doing?”
Val gave him a look.
“Hey, I like her.” Karl grinned. “She seemed pretty smart, she’s got a rockin’ body, and there’s no arguing with her taste in lingerie.”
“Speaking of which, you got plans later tonight?”
Karl’s eye narrowed. “Not really. Why?”

“Sasha White continues to impress with every new offering. Trouble is an uncomplicated book. It is simply perfect. The solid characterization and plot make a flow smooth and easy across the pallet. Like a perfectly aged liqueur Trouble has bite and fire just the way it should.” ~ Cynthia, A Romance Review

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Years ago I wrote an eBook called Losing It that featured a caterer. The catering company is called Ambrosia, and it’s been a sort of secondary character in several books since then. Like this scene in TROUBLE, a private fashion show/party in a nightclub, where Ambrosia was hired to create a sexy, sophisticated ambiance. The same caterer, Lacey, was also used in MY PREROGATIVE for a bachelorette party. When the rights to the story reverted back to me, I made sure to include it in the back of MY PREROGATIVE, so if you want to know more about Lacey and her catering exploits, that’s the place to start. :)

***For a chance to win a signed copy of TROUBLE tell me in the comments what you’re favorite theme is for a party. Or just say hi and put your name in the hat. I’ll do the draw when I get back from my vacation, and announce the winner on December 24th. ***

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Moira Rogers
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Jaci Burton
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McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Shelli Stevens
Shelley Munro
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Juliana Stone
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It’s December 11th and I am now on a cruise ship, heading off to the caribbean. YAY!!
Ok, while I’m gone I’ve got some treats for you all. Blog posts are scheduled for almost every day I’m gone. Yes, thats even more regular than when I’m here isn’t it? LOL

There will be book recommendations and excerpts form some of my favorite authors. guest posts by friends, and maybe a surprise or two so be sure to come back each day!

My buddy Charlene has had a few books release recently. If you’re a fan of hot cars and hot guys, you should definitely be checking out REDLINE LOVER from Samhain Publishing..

Riding the edge…
Take Me, Lover, Book 1

When it comes to cars, former race driver Adam Richards knows how to maximize performance. Love? It doesn’t come with a maintenance manual, and it’s just as well. The secrets he’s hiding behind his partnership in a racing garage don’t lend themselves to lasting relationships. Now that Maggie Parker is back in town, though, he’s got a few ideas to make her purr like a finely tuned engine.
Life taught Maggie that men don’t stay. Leaving Adam before he got bored was supposed to protect her from heartbreak…only it didn’t work. If helping her sister was the only reason for coming home, she might have got away unscathed. But the story she’s been assigned to write is going to bring her within scorching distance of her old flame.
Adam is as irresistible as ever—and just as stubborn. He won’t give her a story, but his offer of a no-strings fling is one she can’t refuse. Passion pushes them to the limit, sparking Maggie’s belief that loving Adam is worth the risk.
Until she digs deeper and discovers some things just don’t add up…
Warning: Cornea-blistering sex scenes that use ALL the words, a hero to eat your heart out over and True Romance. Plus fast cars.

Excerpt:
Maggie didn’t remember leaving her chair and walking around the table to Adam, but she must have, because suddenly she was there. The air felt heavy, or maybe she’d just forgotten to breathe again. Maybe it was just Adam and the unbearable tension of knowing she was going to feel him against her skin. The absence of his touch had a weight to it that pressed her down onto his lap.
His hands closed on her wrists and pulled her in, closer. His voice rasped into her hair. “Do you think it’s safer to sit sideways like that?”
Maggie leaned into the solid wall of his chest. “Nothing about this is safe.”
“Put your legs over mine. Face me.”
She shook her head. That would be too much. His chest pressing into her breasts. His hips settled into the cradle of her pelvis and her open thighs. The heat of him burning through layers of clothing until she couldn’t stand it and tore them off. She’d done that once, ripping with frantic hands, not knowing if it was her shirt or his, or both, just needing his bare skin against hers and as much of him inside her as she could get. Her sex clenched as if protesting the empty space she wanted him to fill and she shivered as if she’d been cold for months and only now remembered how it felt to be warm.
“You stayed away a long goddamn time,” Adam muttered. She felt his lips move against her hair, and that tiny caress made her weak.
“I don’t live here anymore. Remember?”
“I remember.” Adam’s hands on her wrists tightened. “You left a note on the bathroom mirror. Hell of a way to say goodbye.”
She’d tried to say goodbye the traditional way, but her mouth always turned traitor. It proved incapable of doing anything but kissing him until there wasn’t any space or breath for words. And then in the end she couldn’t leave him sleeping without any explanation. So she’d scrawled a few words on a post-it note and stuck the message where he’d see it.
“You could have woken me up.”
Maggie closed her eyes and shook her head. If he’d been awake, she would never have been able to look into his face and say goodbye. She’d tried, not just that night, but nearly every night. Beginning with the first one when she’d gone to him knowing she was leaving and determined not to go without giving in to the desire to be with Adam, just once.
Only once hadn’t been enough for either of them. She hadn’t been prepared for that. Hadn’t expected Adam to want her the second or third or fourth time that night. Hadn’t expected him to ask her to stay. Hadn’t imagined waking up to him settling over her and between her thighs the next morning while he woke her up everywhere.
And then the days that counted down to the last one passed in a tangle of heat and need. Talking had been low on the priority list whenever they were together, and she hadn’t been willing to give up any of the minutes she had with him. Hadn’t wanted to spoil it.
“Did you think I’d make a scene?”
“What?” Maggie’s eyes flew open and she turned to look at him without thinking about how close he was. “No. I didn’t think you’d make a scene over me leaving.”
She didn’t think he’d notice or care, in fact, and maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to say the words out loud to him. By the way, Adam, I’m moving to Chicago. I have a job with a monthly entertainment magazine there.
Maybe she’d harbored a fantasy so secret she’d never dared to look at it, tucked away in a hidden corner of herself, in which she said those words and he refused to let her go. If she’d said the words to him and he’d nodded and said, “I’ll check your tire pressure before you leave,” it would have shriveled that secret dream forever.
Adam would never demand that she stay with him. But the wish pierced her and she closed her eyes again so he wouldn’t see it written there as clearly as her printing on that goodbye note.
“Kiss me, Maggie.”
It wouldn’t take much. She only had to change the angle of her head, lean closer a fraction of an inch, and her lips would touch his. But she hesitated, caught by the memory of how quickly the smallest contact spiraled out of control.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now, Adam.” Her voice came out lower than she’d intended, in a pitch that sounded like seduction and invitation. Even her voice had to betray her around Adam? Unfair.
“Because it isn’t safe?” Adam’s voice was a dark whisper at odds with the bright kitchen.
Maggie nodded. She’d known she’d have to see Adam during her visit. Even if it was just to be told “no” when she asked for an interview. She hadn’t expected him to show up on Anne’s front porch, let alone suggest they pick up where they’d left off six months before. She didn’t have a condom in her pocket, and unless he did, it wasn’t a good idea to start something they’d want to finish.
“Maybe that’s how you like it.” Adam’s hands loosened and stroked her arms, shifting from holding her captive to seducing her into staying. “Do you know why I quit racing?”
“No.” Maggie licked suddenly dry lips, caught by their closeness, the hard muscles of his thighs under her butt, the surprisingly gentle touch of his work-roughened hands on the sensitive skin of her inner wrists and arms. The rough texture of his skin rasped at hers, but his hands were careful, and the combination of toughness and tenderness seduced her all over again.
She remembered those hands on steering wheels very well, pulling peak performance out of any machine he controlled. No wonder he’d driven her crazy every time he put his hands on her.
“I watched you,” she said, a soft admission. “When I was in high school.” He’d been older, dangerous, an enigma in a black leather jacket and a demon on the track. She’d held her breath and sometimes closed her eyes, unable to look, but he never lost control and always won. And then, inexplicably, he’d quit racing and bought a half interest in Village Auto Repair. “Everybody thought you were going to be the next Dale Earnhardt.”
“Earnhardt’s dead. That was kind of a wake-up call. It occurred to me that an adrenaline junkie behind the wheel was going to end up out of the game sooner or later. I realized if I wasn’t careful racing wouldn’t be the only game I’d be out of permanently.”
Maggie frowned. That didn’t ring true. “I thought all race car drivers were adrenaline junkies. Thriving on risk, spitting at danger.”
“To a degree, maybe.” Adam’s hands smoothed their way up her arms to her shoulders, holding her lightly but surely. “There’s something seductive about pushing the redline.”
His hands crept up into her hair, his thumbs rubbing the back of her neck, fingers massaging into the base of her skull while he spoke and Maggie had to fight to focus on his words. “What’s that?”
“The redline?” Adam shifted under her and folded her into his arms with his hands still buried in her short curls. “It’s the edge, Maggie. The maximum speed an engine can reach. When you’re redlining an engine, you’re pushing everything to the limit, as hard as it can go. And if you go just a little too far, something’s going to break.”
He slid one hand around to cup her jaw and lift her chin, angling her face closer to his. “You know that feeling. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word was a broken whisper. Her eyes were caught by his. She felt like she was falling into him. Every time she’d been with Adam, she’d felt that thrill of danger and power in every touch, every kiss, and known she was balancing on a very thin edge.
“Ride the redline with me, Maggie.” Adam feathered a kiss across her lips, so soft, so faint it was barely there and yet her mouth burned with awakening tactile memory. “I’ll take you as far as we can both go, and we’ll burn this thing out together.”

“Redline Lover is a fast, scorching hot read. Adam and Maggie burn up the pages from start to finish. Charlene Teglia delivers in this short story. Ms. Teglia doesn’t shortchange any emotion for hot sex either; she weaves the two together in a breath stealing read.” 5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews

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Todays theme is secondary characters, so I chose an excerpt from BOUND, the novel that started it all with Berkley. By started it all I mean it’s the book where Karl came to be. If you’re a long time reader of my blog you’ll know I’m not a plotter, and I’ve never planned to write a series. My books all stand alone, but they all also became connected to each other through secondary characters…like Karl.

He shows up ion this scene in BOUND, (and again later) then he showed up in TROUBLE as the hero’s best friend, Halfway through writing TROUBLE I contacted my editor and asked if I could write Karl’s story next instead of the book we’d planned on. Luckily, my editor trusts me, and she said yes. So…this snippet is Karl’s first appearance… a secondary character got his own story in WICKED.

Moe’s was a small red brick building on the edge of town. The yellow neon sign simply stating ‘Moe’s Place’ could be seen from the highway.
Lillian made good time on the road, and we arrived just before nine o’clock. There were a lot of pick-up trucks, a few SUV’s, and almost a dozen motorbikes in the lot; big monster Harley’s and such with shiny chrome and metallic colors. Anticipation awakened my senses as the possibilities of the night ahead stretched before me.
We stepped into the bar as a threesome, and a few heads turned. Julie was wearing a short leather skirt and tight tank top similar to the one she had me put on. Only she had a lot more plump flesh spilling over the edge. Lillian’s red hair and exotic looks drew many eyes to her. The flowing camisole dress that skimmed her curves kept them there.
Julie had rolled up the waistband of my skirt when we’d stepped out of the van, and my legs got a bit of attention. My funky look didn’t stand out, but I wasn’t being ignored either.
“Look at him,” Julie said, eyeing the bartender.
He wore black jeans and black button up shirt, completely undone to show off the colorful artwork splashed across his hairless chest and belly. I was checking out the way a dragon’s tail disappeared into the waist of his jeans, pointing me the way to a decent size bulge when Julie nudged me in the ribs. I glanced up and saw one eyelid dip in a flirtatious wink.
“What can I get you ladies to drink?” he asked.
Hoping that the dark foundation I wore hid my blush, I ordered round of tequila shots, including one for him.
“Let’s get started, girls.”
The small shaker of salt was passed around, my gaze locking with the bartender’s just as my tongue darted out and swept across the inside of my wrist. I felt so . . . awake. Erotically charged. Every touch made my blood heat more. From the touch of Julie’s hand dressing me, to the rasp of my own tongue across my skin.
“A toast,” Julie said, holding up her shot glass. She flashed naughty grin at the group and spoke loud and clear. “To letting the inner bad girl out to play.”
“I’ll definitely drink to that!” The stud behind the bar said and tossed his shot back with the rest of us.
The tequila caused a sharp burn in my chest, which eased to a pleasant warmth when I bit into the lime slice and the juice squirted down my throat.
“So what’s your name, Darlin’?”
Julie and Lillian shifted down the bar a little, leaning against each other and making it obvious they were a couple. I smiled at the hot guy behind the bar. Making friends with the bartender was always a smart move, no matter what bar you went into.
“I’m Caitlyn.” The fake name came easily to my lips.
“Well Caitlyn. I think we need another drink. How about you?”
He set up two more shot glasses and filled them with amber liquid. I smiled, Ohhh, I was going to have fun. I could feel it in my bones. And every other part of my body.
“Sure. What’s your name, Mr. Bartender?” I leaned against the bar, using the edge of it to plump up my cleavage a bit more.
He of course noticed, and made no effort to hide the way his eyes lingered on my pushed up boobs when he spoke. “Rick. You need anything tonight, you come see me ok?”
We clicked our glasses together and another ounce of tequila slid down my throat.
The second shot went down much smoother than the first and the warmth in my chest was spreading fast. Julie grabbed my elbow and pulled me over to them. Leaning close she whispered in my ear. “Cute as he is, Caitlyn. You need to flirt with more than him to win this contest.”
“No problem,” I assured her, scanning the crowd.
“You have an hour before the contest. There’s a bunch of guys back at the pool tables, let’s start there.”
She waved at Rick and we headed to the back of the room where a group of college looking guys surrounded one table, and a few bikers surrounded the other.
Lillian put a coin on one table and Julie a coin on the other. Which ever came up first, we’d play on.
We leaned against the waist high rail that portioned off the pool tables from the rest of the bar. From there we let guys at both tables watch us, as we watched them play.
The human mating ritual had begun.
Soon a college boy approached Lillian and she stood regally while he tried to chat her up. If she gave Julie the signal Julie would chase him away, but one of the best things about going out with them was that they did their best not to exclude me by being too much of couple.
The waitress came over and handed us three more shots of tequila.
“From Rick,” she said.
I smiled and waved at him, Julie slipped her a five-dollar bill. “Thanks, but tell him no more for a while ok?”
The waitress smiled and eased away.
Lillian looked at the shot and shook her head, still talking to the clean-cut college boy. When she mimed her hands on the steering wheel Julie and I grinned at each other. Oh, boy. Trouble was brewing.
Sure enough, as soon as we’d downed those shots, two more appeared. This time in the hands of one of the biker guys.
“You girls look like you’re out to have a good time. I thought you might need a hand.”
I gave him a small smile and looked him over while he made eyes at Julie. He wasn’t bad looking. A bit older, maybe in his early thirties. Dark hair and a bit of a beard. The scar that cut across his eyebrow gave him a dangerous look, but the way he looked at Julie was actually sorta sweet.
Go figure.
“We are . . . and we always like a guy who knows how to party.”
He introduced himself as Mark and gestured to the shots he’d placed on the partition’s top rail. Jules reached for a shot, handed one to me, and we all tossed them back. I shifted away from them a bit and watched the pool game some more, while Julie flirted with him.
Normally I had a pretty strong resistance to alcohol, but tequila was the one thing that knocked me for a loop every time. I’ve heard people say it’s more of a high than a drunk, maybe that was why. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care, because right then I welcomed the floating feeling that was edging its way into my head.
As I watched, my eyes kept straying to one guy in particular. Tall, slim, with dirty blonde curls. He’d look almost angelic if it weren’t for the wicked tattoo on his neck. The mix of leather and denim he wore took a bit away from the saintly look too. But it did increase his sex appeal.
He threw back his head and laughed at something one of the others said, and I noticed that while he wasn’t gorgeous, there was something about him that was very attention grabbing. He must’ve sensed my staring, because he turned his head and our gazes locked. A fission of arousal zipped through me, straight to my sex.
He closed one eye in a slow lazy wink and my breath caught in my throat. An arm wrapped around my waist, distracting me, and I was pulled close to a warm soft body.
“We’re here because Caitlyn here is going to win the wet t-shirt contest,” Julie was telling Mark.
Mark’s eyes slid over me and I fought the urge to stick out my newly developed cleavage.
“I am. You’ll cheer for me, right?” Sticking out my bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, I placed a hand on his arm. The universal move of a woman flirting, the casual touch.
“We’ll all cheer for you, pretty girl.” He waved his hand at the group behind him.
“Cheer for you? What are we cheering for?” The sexy blond stepped up beside Mark, his lips lifted in a lazy smile.
“Girls, this is my buddy Karl.”
Karl’s chocolate colored eyes roamed my body. My nipples puckered in reaction, and I forgot about the contest. He reminded me of a lion. The blonde curls the lazy sensuous aura; very laid-back and mellow. But in his eyes . . . in his eyes I could see an intensity that didn’t show in his body language. An intensity that reached down between my legs and stroked my pussy.
A sharp elbow nudged my ribs and I started.
“Oh! I’m going to enter the wet t-shirt contest,” I told him. “Since the winner is picked by crowd reaction, I need as many of you to cheer for me as possible so I can win.
He stepped closer, between me and the others. With his back to them, he cut us off and built a sense of privacy. “You’re going to have to put on a bit of show.”
“I plan to.”
His smile changed from lazy to downright amused. “Ohh, the little kitten has some claws.”
“Kitten?”
“Yeah, you look like a kitten to me. You know, one that will purr real nice when petted properly.”
Cheesy as his line was, I felt it. The fire hidden behind the playful spark in his gaze said this guy knew how to make a girl purr, maybe even scream.
But he didn’t need to know I felt it.
“You think you can make me purr?” I turned away from him slightly, scanning the room. Making it clear I was checking out the other men in the club.
Hot breath brushed against my ear. “I know I can,” he whispered.
And walked away.
Well, crap. I’d wanted to intrigue him, not dismiss him. What was it about me that made men turn me on then walk away?

BOUND was my first single title novel written. It was released by Berkley in July 2006, and remains a reader favorite. Finding copies of it in print is hard, but it’s recently been made available in electronic format. :)

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Vivian Arend
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Mandy Roth
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Taige Crenshaw
Shelli Stevens
Shelley Munro
Eliza Gayle
Victoria Janssen
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This weeks Saturday Snippet theme is Weapons, and oh, I have to admit this is a subject close to my heart. With a shooter for a brother, a background in martial arts and personal security, I’ve been able to train with, and play with many different kinds of weapons. Most of my stories don’t have much use for weapons or big fight scenes, so when Anna Blair was born, I knew just what s her weapon of choice would be. Blades. Sharp, shiny, and versatile.

Anna’s story is NO ANGEL, in the Most Wanted anthology. She’s a demon hunter by necessity, as they’ve been hunting her for her whole life. In this snippet, she’s confronting one big bad demon lord whose come to take her to hell.

Fifteen minutes later she came across a park. The swings and merry-go-round were empty and there was plenty of open space with no houses to close.
“Perfect,” she muttered. “Close enough so you can find your way back to Gabe if you survive this.”
She picked a patch of grass and pulled one of her knives, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, sliced it across her left forearm. It wasn’t a terribly deep cut, but her blood welled and flowed out of it.
She put the blade away and held her arm out she watched the dark crimson drops fall onto the dewy grass and soak into the earth. It looked like any other human’s blood, red and thick, and life-giving. Only there was so much more in her blood.
She felt him before she saw him. The cold chill that had all the tiny hairs on her body standing up, making her extra sensitive to the energy vibrations around her. She turned slowly, expecting to see nothing, surprised to see tall, golden, and winged Focalor standing ten feet away from her. He smiled at her, as if he’d just dropped by for tea.
She arched an eyebrow at him. “No invisible attack this time?”
“You were kind enough to call me, I figured you wanted to give yourself up, maybe make a deal to protect those new friends of yours.”
Anger stirred in her gut but she tamped it down. She needed a clear head in this fight to have any chance of surviving. “I don’t make deals.”
“You’ve no wish to protect them?”
“I have a wish to end this, here and now.”
“Come now, Anna Blair, you of all people should know there isn’t much on earth that can defeat the power of hell. Why do you want to fight me? If you come willingly, I’ll ensure you survive being stripped of your powers.”
“Survive? And then what? You’ll keep me in hell as a play-toy to be poked and prodded at every now and then?”
His smile widened. “You’ve been a worthy opponent, I wouldn’t do that.”
“Worthy, huh?” She stepped to the right, and watched as he stepped to the left, circling her. “I’m surprised I’m considered only worthy when it’s taken almost thirty years for you to get even this close to me.”
He flinched at that, just a small one, but she saw it, and she knew. He was worried. He didn’t like it at all that she’d evaded his minions for so long.
Reaching into her backpack, Anna’s fingers wrapped around the comforting handles deep inside and pulled. She tossed aside her backpack and unsheathed the lovingly crafted butterfly swords. The curved blades slid free of their leather sheath with a smooth hiss, and she stood facing Focalor with one in each hand.
“Enough talk,” she said. “This ends now.”
“Ah, yes.” His smile was benign as he eyed her swords. “Your blades have felled some of my best soldiers. But do you really think they’ll hurt me?”
“These ones will. Forged in my own hellfire, blessed by God’s servants, and wielded by me, someone who has mastered powers born of evil.” She bared her teeth as she moved to the right, watching him counter shift to the left. “Powers you gifted to a weak spirit.”
“The spirit wasn’t weak, the powers were.” His wings expanded behind him.
Preparing for flight, she told herself. Out loud she laughed. “Powers are as strong as those who wield them, you know that. And I am not weak.”
“Let’s find out shall we?”
He lunged and she swung. Expecting him to fly, she’d swung high, but not high enough. The shiny steel of her blade just missed his foot as he flew over her head. She spun and crouched, but still took a solid kick to the head. She rolled with it, and came up swinging.
Focalor was on the ground now, on his feet, and throwing bolts of hellfire at her. Deflecting the flames with her left blade, she stepped into the fight instead of away from it, and swung the right.

What people are saying about MOST WANTED:

“An angel with a demon’s powers describes Anna in “No Angel”. Anna has spent her life trying to keep one step ahead of the demons that want something from her. Gabriel might now know about the “other” side of life but he knows that Anna is something special and he wants her in his life. Finding out how to end the threat to Anna’s life and their budding relationship, leads Gabriel to understand his new family members. I especially loved the final battle and how it ended. “No Angel” is more than a battle of good vs. evil – it’s a battle of love that trumps all.” – Jo, from Joyfully Reviewed

“The stories in this book are all unique and exciting in their own way. Each character easily holds your attention, and the plots are just as captivating. I flew through this in one sitting, and that may be my only regret. I wanted to keep on reading! Ms. White is a fabulously talented writer, and purchasing any of her books is money well spent.” – Lototy, Coffeetime Romance & more.

“This isn’t your typical Sasha White book. Yes, all three romances have her trademark eroticism and blatantly wicked sensuality, but there’s also a touch of lightheartedness, humor, and the paranormal. I think that long-time Sasha White fans will love MOST WANTED. New readers will undoubtedly question why they haven’t read Sasha before.” – Laurie of Laurie’s Laudanum

Follow the links below for more snippets from some great authors.
Anya Bast
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Jaci Burton
Vivian Arend
Ashley Ladd
Taige Crenshaw
Shelley Munro
Jody Wallace
TJ Michaels
Victoria Janssen
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Today snippet is supposed to be an emotional theme. I wan’t sure I could do this, because while I do feel I have emotional scenes in my books, they’re never really over-the-top or obvious. What makes them so emotional to me is knowing the characters story, being invested in them to the point that you feel their pain deeply, even when the scene itself isn’t super intense. I hope that makes sense, but maybe the best way to explain it is to simply show you…so here’s a clip from NO ANGEL in the Most Wanted anthology.

Gabe kept his mouth shut on the drive home.
So did Anna.
Since they were the only two people in his truck, it made for a quiet drive. He didn’t care. He was pissed off at her and it took concentration to keep from yelling at the top of his lungs. He needed to breathe, and drive. Breathe, and drive.
The family had split into three vehicles when they left the hospital and when he parked his truck, Caleb was the only one already home. Drake, Devil and their crew hadn’t arrived yet.
As soon as they entered the house, Anna turned to face him. “I’m sorry I put your family in danger,” she said. “I’ll get my bag and leave before they get back.”
That made him lose his temper. “Like Hell!”
Caleb took one look at the two of them and left the room.
Anna didn’t even notice. Her pretty forehead wrinkled and she stared at him. “It’s not safe for any of you if I stay.”
“We’re safer together than apart.”
“I agree. You should stay with them.”
Emotion boiled over inside of him and he lost it. “What the fuck do you mean I stay and you’ll leave? You’re not going anywhere without me, Anna. I don’t care what the hell you can do with knives or … or … fire or whatever powers you have. You are not going anywhere!”
“Don’t yell at me,” she said.
“Then listen to me.”
“When you make sense, I will listen to you.”
Gabe bit back a growl. He was making sense, she was just being dense.
He took a deep breath and held out his hands. “Okay, let’s start this again. Anna, are you nuts?”
Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what he’d meant to say.
“Me?” Color rose in Anna’s pale cheeks and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “It’s you who are nuts. What did you think you were doing grabbing my arm when a demon is right in front of me? You think I can fight with you hanging on my arm?”
Devils voice came from behind Gabe. “She’s right, you know.”
Gabe ignored the crowd that had followed Devil in and focused on Anna. “You weren’t supposed to fight it! That’s the whole point!”
“You think I should’ve just stood there and let him snatch Nadya? Or you? Focalor wants me, and he’ll do anything to get me.”
Gabe stilled. “Him?”
“That was no possessed human, Gabe. That was Focalor, the Great Duke of Hell himself! I don’t know why he’s suddenly stepped up the hunt. I don’t understand why in the last week I’ve been attacked six times. Twice yesterday, on my first day in this city. Twice in one day, Gabe. That has never happened in my life!”
She pointed a trembling hand at him and the family spread out behind him. “He will kill you all with nothing more than a laugh if you get in his way.”
Silence fell on the room and Anna stood there, fists planted on her hips, cheeks flushed, chest heaving and it hit Gabe. She was afraid. His tough little warrior angel was afraid. And not for herself, but for him and his family.
Unable to speak past the emotion clogging his throat Gabe stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay.” He saw Caleb standing in the living room doorway, watching them. “It’s going to be okay, Anna. My family is pretty hard to kill.”
“You have a new baby coming home soon,” she said against his chest. “I have to leave, Gabe. That baby needs to have a safe home.”
Pride knifed through him at her words. She was hunted, had been hunted her whole life, and her first thought was to make sure his new nephew had a safe place to come home to.
She truly was an angel, and he was going to make sure she didn’t go anywhere.

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Todays Sat Snippet theme is Character in Danger, and I was driving myself nuts trying to think of a scene in any of my books where the Heroine was in danger…then I thought, why does it have to be the girl in danger?

So…here’s a snippet from a scene in PRIMAL MALE where they’re both in danger-together.

(To set it up, they’re being chased by the bad guy, and they were ran off the road in a snowstorm.)

EXCERPT:

Drake steadied the Timberwolf against his right shoulder and scanned the mountainside through the night scope, making adjustments until the vision was as clear as it could get. He’d been unable to brace himself when the truck had gone over the ledge, and his left shoulder had taken a beating against the steering wheel. Not only had shoulder had taken a beating, but he’d smacked his head good, and his vision was all blurry.
Concussion, he thought to himself as he struggled to stay focused.
Melissa muttered as she pulled stuff out of the first aid kit and he prayed.
He couldn’t remember the last time he prayed. He’d grown up not believing in God, but he’d met true evil in his line of work, and he believed in Hell. He figured he couldn’t believe in Hell if he didn’t believe in the counterpart.
That didn’t mean he prayed though. But for Melissa, he prayed. It was dark, he was hurt, and they were stuck. He could protect himself with a bullet, but he wasn’t so sure he could protect her. He’d certainly done a piss-poor job of it so far.
A hard lump formed in his throat as he watched the woman beside him. The snow was falling more gently now, but the wind kept blowing her hair into her face and she just kept pushing it back. No hesitation.
That was her. She didn’t whine or complain about the hand she was dealt, she didn’t blame anyone, she just did what needed to be done.
“Hurry up.” He’d had to work to push the words past his tight, dry throat, and they came out as a growl. She glared at him, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was making her happy enough with his situation that she would shift and get the hell out of there.

Ignoring the demands of her patient Melissa looked at all the crap she’d pulled out of the first aid kit. How could so much stuff fit in such a small kit? The kit was smaller than the one he’d had in the hotel room, yet it seemed to have more things. It was all starting to blur in front of her.
Focus, she told herself. You can do this.
A deep breath in, and blow it out. She studied the stuff again. A pressure bandage! Closing her eyes she thought back to the mountain survival first aid class Erin’s dad had made them take when they started going got for early morning hikes. Brace it. She needed to brace the break before bandaging it.
Finding some more gauze pads, she stopped and looked at Drake. He’d been silent, sitting back against the tire, watching her. “Any advice?”
“Maybe cut the pant leg open, so you don’t work the fabric deeper into the wound,” he said. “But other than that, you look like you know what you’re doing.”
“The pants,” she muttered, digging through the first aid kit for a pair of scissors. “I know I saw you in here back at the hotel.”
“Melissa.”
Her head snapped up and she saw the very large, very sharp knife Drake held out to her. She bit her lip and grabbed his pants leg, slicing it neatly to the hem and exposing his ugly wound.
For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she was doctoring him. That scared her.
Taking another deep breath, she ignored the chill that crept into her lungs and leaned over his leg. “I wish I had rubber gloves,” she muttered.
Rolling the gauze pads into tight little sausages she prepared to wiggle them into place. “Ready?” she glanced at Drake.
He nodded, his eyes on the mountainside behind her.
She went to work, doing her best to touch as little as possible as she set the gauze sausages under the break and let them slowly expand to fill the space, stabilizing the broken bone.
She peeked at Drake from under her lashes, but he wasn’t watching her. His eyes were roaming, scanning their surroundings for any sign that their assailant had decide to follow them down the mountain.
“You think he’ll follow?” she asked as she laid some more gauze pads over and around the exposed bone.
“Yes.”
“Even in this snow?”
Drake looked at her. “He’ll follow. I’m surprised he’s not here already.”
She swallowed. “Done,” she said, after tying off the gauze she’d wrapped around his leg to hold everything in place.
“Tie it tighter,” he said.
“There’s no need to make it tighter. It’s covered and it’s protected.”
Drake bent forward, reaching for the end of her knot himself.
“Stop. I’ll do it.”
Looking him in the eyes, she gritted her teeth and jerked the ends tighter. Drake gasped, and all the color drained from his face.
“Drake?” she cried. She lunged over his legs and shook his shoulder. Cupping his cheek, she felt the heat of a fever and panicked. “Don’t you pass out on me. Don’t you dare fucking pass out and leave me alone out here.”
His eyelids fluttered and lifted. “I’d never leave you alone,” he said, staring into her eyes.
Caught by the swirling emotions in his bright eyes, she moved closer, lifting her face and placing her lips on his.
The chill went away and she sighed into his mouth. It wasn’t a big sloppy passionate kiss, but it touched her heart.
Pulling way she stood and brushed the snow from her pants. “Let’s go. We need to get you somewhere safe, then I want to check on your shoulder.”

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When I learned this weeks theme for snippet Saturday was dialogue, I immediately thought of this scene form Devil’s Jewel in the SEXY DEVIL anthology. Not so much because it’s rapid fire or intense, even particularly witty. I thought of it because when I was trying to write this conversation between Gina and Devil (brother and sister) Caleb (Gina’s new fiancee) kept interupting, and everyone kept ignoring him. Including me.

Some background, the first story in SEXY DEVIL is Gina and Caleb’s story. Caleb is a no nonsense guy who ends up on blind date with Gina, a wild child free spirit psychic. Their main issue is his refusal to believe in magic or psychic abilities. Obviously he starts to believe because in the second story, he and Gina are engaged. However, he is still coming to grips with the reality that there is more to this world than the eye can see-as you’ll see in this excerpt.

No one can resist the spell of a …SEXY DEVIL

“The Devil Inside”
Workaholic Caleb Mann used to think blind dates were a waste of time, but when his ex-girlfriend calls him boring in bed, Caleb becomes bent on changing his image fast. And fast is what he gets when he barely knows his date’s name, but he can’t stop fantasizing about replacing the sleek motorcycle between her firm thighs and letting her ride him all night long…

“Devil’s Jewel”
Ex-soldier and psychic hunter Angelo Devlin has seen evil first-hand. He knows how perilous his assignments can be, and he doesn’t welcome outside help, which makes his run-in with Jewel Kattalis all the more infuriating. But instead of sending her away, he wants to grab her, take her, and tease every inch of her beautiful body. This woman may be more dangerous than any mission he’s ever been on before…
* * * * *

Angelo looked at Drake helplessly. There was no way to avoid telling them everything now. Frustration – and a touch of panic – fought to find a hold inside him.
He didn’t want Gina to know about all the bad things in the world. She was so young when their mother died, just a toddler, and their father had raised them both as fighters. They’d always moved around, always struggled to fit in. If she learned too much, she’d never truly fit into the world around her again. He didn’t want her life to end up like his.
She was the reason he did what he did, why he was so tough, why he’d killed so many. To keep the world safe for people like her.
He looked at her, begging her to let it go. “Gina, can’t you just leave it alone? Trust us to keep you, and your man, safe?”
“No, Angel, I can’t.” She reached out, her hand grabbing his and holding it tight. “I do trust you to keep me and Caleb safe. But who’s going to keep you and Drake safe?”
“We’ve got each other’s back.”
“Don’t be stubborn, big brother. I’m not letting it go any longer. I know in my gut that you need me to get through this. And you know my gut is always right.”
The shit thing was, he did know that. Gina’s instincts and premonitions had saved his life more than once, without her even knowing exactly how. With a step back, he glanced at Drake and nodded. “Go ahead.”
“You already know the man in your visions isn’t just any man, right, Gina? He’s a demon who’s been searching out psychic hotspots around the world and building gateways to alternate dimensions.” Calm and confident as ever, Drake stood, speaking quietly as he walked to the center of the room.
“HPG has been tracking his activities for almost a year, and we’ve always managed to destroy the gateway before he could find a key to unlock it, but we’ve never been able to get close enough to him to put him out of commission permanently. Two weeks ago we tracked him to South America, but when we got there, he was gone. Our Intel is that he heard about a key here in Pearson and came to get it. We destroyed the gateway he’d built there – that was a piece of it we gave you to try and find him with by the way – and followed him. Now, thanks to you’re vision, we’re closer than we’ve ever been to getting him. We have a name and a face, to go with the location. And from what you saw tonight, it’s clear he’s building another gateway, this time under his house.”
The room was silent, everyone staring at Drake.
Devil had been gauging their reactions as his partner spoke, and was a bit thrown by the lack of surprise on the two women’s faces. They seemed to be taking the whole ‘demon’s do exist’ thing completely in stride.
Caleb however, was visibly struggling with the information.
Slumped against the chair Gina had previously been sitting in, he looked at Devil’s sister with wide eyes. “I thought you said there was no such thing as witches and demons and vampires?”
“What do you mean a name and a face?” Jewel said. “You’ve been following him around the world for a year, but you never knew his name or what he looked like?”
He answered Jewel first, noting how Gina had settled back into the chair, her hand on Caleb’s thigh, their heads bent together. “He is Vetis, the demon of corruption, but his human identity has been more … difficult to discover than we’d expected. Our information on him is all about the mystical aspect of things, and mostly based on legend. Rumors of demons have always been around, and like most people, HPG didn’t think they existed on earth. Not until one of our teams ran into him, completely by accident, when in Rio last year.”
Jewel’s eyes narrowed. “If you didn’t know they existed, how did they know what he was when they ran into him?”
“All of the hunters at HPG are psychic in some way. One of the men who first found Vetis was a die hard Christian who fully believed in demons, as well as angels. He’s the one who told us it was Vetis. We believe him.”
She quirked an eyebrow and looked down her nose at him. “And in a year, all he’s been able to tell you is a name. A demon name?”
Devil clenched his jaw. “Tracking his human side has been a lot harder since he killed the only team that’s actually seen him. All we’ve had to go on was a garbled radio transmission of their murders.”
Pink colored her cheeks and she backed up a step. “Okay. So, what do you know about him?”
Drake stepped up, putting a hand on Devil’s shoulder, taking away some of the anger swelling inside him. “We know he’s become bored with corrupting individuals on earth and has decided to corrupt the entire planet as a whole by opening up the portal to a hell dimension, and inviting some friends to join him here. And now we know he’s Hooper Radisson.”
“Hooper Radisson?” Caleb’s head came up. “I know him. He’s not a demon. Demons aren’t real.”
“How well do you know him?” Drake asked.
Devil had watched the interaction between his sister and her lover out of the corner of his eye as he told his story. He’d heard her whispered assurances to Caleb, and Caleb’s halfhearted arguments, and seen the small touches they shared. They were there for each other – all the way.
“Not real well. My company built his house when he moved here a couple of years ago.” Caleb shifted his gaze to Angelo. “Really? He’s a demon?”
“Yes, he’s a demon,” Jewel snapped before facing Angelo head on. “And he’s got my sister, so no matter what you say, I’m not staying away from that house. I am going to get her back.”
Any calm that had started to settle over Devil at seeing his sister taking the whole thing so well went up in flames at Jewel’s words. “Witch or not, you’ll only get in our way. You need to back off and give us a couple of days. I’ll get Nadya back for you, I promise.”
“I’m a Gypsy, not a witch!” She was mad. Her eyes shot sparks and her body was so strung tight that she was vibrating as she faced off with him. “And you can’t tell me what to do.”
“A gypsy?”
Devil ignored Caleb’s query as heat that had nothing to do with Jewel’s words, and everything to do with the way her skin flushed and her breasts jiggled shot through him. “I can, and I am.”
“Keep on dreaming, stud.” She stepped closer and shoved a stiff finger against his chest. “You’re the klutz that set off the alarm tonight, not me. You need me to get you into that house.”
“I didn’t set off the –“
“Guys, stop for a minute, would you?” Gina snapped. “There’s more.”
“Are vampires real too?” Caleb’s voice was soft, as if he might be talking to himself.
“I don’t know, babe,” Gina said patting him on the thigh, her eyes on Angelo. “But I do know that Jewel’s sister is more than just a hostage to Hooper.”
“Oh, shit.”
Drake’s soft curse echoed through the room at the same time Devil became aware of the tingle in his bicep. Right where the birthmark that matched the one on Gina’s wrist was, and a shiver of anxiety ripped down his spine.
“What is it? Why her?”
Gina’s gaze met his. “While I was with them in the basement, he told her that on the next full moon she becomes the key that can open any gateway.”

“SEXY DEVIL is hot as hell, with heroes to die for and heroines who are more than their match. For blazingly erotic romance marked by strong, sexy characterization, Sasha White never disappoints!”
— Meljean Brook, author of Demon Moon

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“SEXY DEVIL is smart, sassy, and oh so sexy. It’s fast-paced and has intriguing paranormal elements, interwoven with spine-tingling suspense. If you like erotic paranormal romances, you’ll love SEXY DEVIL. Sasha White writes with amazing energy and a “joie de vivre” that engages the reader, and makes it impossible to put her books down. A talented, entertaining author!”-Catherine Spangler, National Bestselling Author of Touched by Fire

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This weeks Saturday Snippet theme is “First Paragraph“. I chose the first paragraph from BOUND, my first novel with Berkley Heat.
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Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep or when I shower, always in the dark, images come into my mind that shock even me.

What do you think? Does it make you want to read more? If it does, then read on, I’ve posted the Prologue and First chapter for you.

Prologue

Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep or when I shower, always in the dark, images come into my mind that shock even me.
When I stand under the water, the needle-like spray aimed directly on my nipples, I imagine myself tied to a bed and being teased mercilessly. I want to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again. Women are supposed to be multiorgasmic, and ever since I set eyes on Joe Carson, I’ve wanted to test that theory.
I imagine him walking into the room and demanding I get on my knees. Once in this position, he decides he likes my breasts, and he instinctively knows how much I like to have them played with, so he starts to roll the nipples between his fingers while talking to me. Telling me what he wants. He wants me to suck his cock, and he wants to spank my ass, and he wants to fuck my pussy. He also wants to fuck my ass, but he knows that it may be a while before I let him do that.
I admit it. I’m an addict.
I’m addicted to the freedom that I find in the darkness.

Chapter 1

What the hell had I done?
I ran naked, still dripping from the shower, through my tiny apartment. Picking up strewn clothes and notebooks along the way, I stacked magazines neatly in the corner and stashed my latest erotica novel in the kitchen cupboard. I was getting ready to pull out the vacuum cleaner when I stopped dead in my tracks.
This was crazy! Vacuuming was taking things a bit too far. It wasn’t like Joe cared if I was good housekeeper or not. He was coming over for one reason and one reason only. To finish what I’d started at work earlier that day.
Heat pooled low in my belly and my insides trembled at the enormity of what I’d done. Masturbating for him via the casino’s surveillance system at work had sure started this … thing off with a bang.
Well, actually, the masturbation thing had only been a bang on my part. The thrill of knowing he was watching me, and his heavy breathing into the phone while I played with myself had set me off good.
His bang had come a short time later when we met in the surveillance room. And it wasn’t enough for either of us. It was like my first taste of chocolate, I wanted more. Then Joe had told me to go home and get cleaned up, to “be ready” for him in an hour. My heart had pounded and my just “seconds” ago satisfied body had tightened in anticipation.
Now I was running around like a crazy person.
I looked around the room then down at my naked body. Rigid nipples poked out, and I could feel the constant dampness of my excitement leaking onto my thighs. He said be ready. What was ready?
My body couldn’t be any more ready. My mind, well, it was functioning on autopilot, if at all, and my apartment looked like a twentysix year old single girl lived there.
Clothes might be good.
Dashing to my bedroom, I glanced at the clock as I headed for the closet. Five o’clock. His shift was over now, and the casino was about ten minutes away, so I had at least that much time to get ready. What sort of clothes did one put on when you knew they were going to come off right away?
Scanning my closet I found no sexy peignoirs or silk robes. Not a big surprise there. Spotting a stretchy knit top, I snatched it off the hanger and pulled it on without a bra. My breasts were small enough that a bra would be prudent, but not necessary. For private company that I really wanted to look sexy for, the bra wasn’t needed. After stepping into some bikini underpants, I added a pair of baggy cotton drawstring trousers.
The look was summer, lightweight, and casual. Now all I had to do was achieve that attitude.
Sucking in a deep breath I strolled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Big brown eyes stared back at me, looking a little glassy.
“Breathe, Katie, breathe,” I muttered to my reflection.
I grabbed the blow dryer, did some quick work on my hair, and finished just as the buzzer signaling Joe’s arrival sounded. A final glance in the mirror by the door showed me to be a casual looking all American girl with long blond hair and big Bambi eyes. I wondered if anyone looking at me would be able to tell that I was so aroused I could barely think straight.
The door to the apartment swung open slowly and I stood there, unsure of what to say or do as six feet plus of solid muscle walked inside like he owned the place. Thick black hair that was a touch unruly made my fingers itch to touch his wavy locks, but those distant ice blue eyes seemed to suggest that wouldn’t be a smart move. Right now those eyes were guarded, but hot, as they ran over my still form.
Joe Carson.
The man I’d been fantasizing about ever since I first saw him two months earlier when he’d hired on at the casino I work in. At twenty-six years old I’m no virgin, but I can honestly say I’ve never had much luck in the sex department either. None of the guys I’d ever been with were anything to brag about. Until today, I’d never had a male induced orgasm. When I needed to get off, I relied on myself.
Then Joe showed up.
I could count him among my lovers now. After all, he’d fucked me so good only that afternoon and gave me such an intense orgasm that I’d promised to do anything for him. Now he wanted to hold me to it. Okay, so I told him he could do anything before he gave me an orgasm. The chance to live out a sexual fantasy with my dream man had been too much to resist.
“Hi, Joe.” At least my voice sounded natural, if a bit breathy. “Can I get you a drink? I have water, diet pop, or pear cider?”
“No, thank you.” He shook his head and advanced toward me, the hungry gleam in his eye making my pussy throb. “I just want you.”
My pulse jumped and my knees weakened. He stopped when he was only inches from me, swallowing up my personal space. I looked up at him and licked my lips nervously, reveling in the tidal wave of sensations.
“You look very nice.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles over the tip of one breast then the other, making my nipples tighten and stand out. His words, when he spoke, were soft and cajoling with a bit of steel buried beneath. “But I told you to be naked for me when I arrived.”
Instantly I was back in the surveillance room, eager to please, and ready to do anything for him.
“Sorry.” I smiled at him sassily, fighting to remain somewhat normal. “Getting dressed after a shower is habit.”
He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No”
“Then get naked.” He turned and lowered himself into the overstuffed armchair just inside the door. “Now.”
Gone was the tender lover who, earlier tht day had held me up and cradled me against his chest until my orgasm receded, and I could stand on my own. In front of me now was the enigmatic security guard that I’d been drooling over for two months; the one that came to me in my dreams and used my body as his personal playground.
I bit down on my bottom lip and stifled the urge to ask him what he had planned. Instead, I crossed my arms at the waist and pulled my shirt over my head. Joe’s casual posture never changed, his expression remained detached except for his eyes. They darkened at the sight of my naked breasts, and my confidence swelled. The tension in the air got thicker, and my insides grew heavier, weighted with arousal. The urge to tease him was strong, so I ran my hands over my breasts, cupping them to tweak the nipples between thumb and finger.
“If you’re happy doing that I don’t need to be here.” He made to get up from his seat.
“No!” Before he could stand fully, I pushed my pants and underwear from my hips, and stepped out of them, heart racing. “I’m naked. Don’t go.”
He stepped closer, until we were close enough that his breath danced across my cheek. He stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
My heart pounded and a tingle of something almost like fear whispered through me, blending easily with the lust simmering in my veins.
“Oh, yes.” My words were soft, almost a whisper.
“I noticed you my first day at the casino. The way you walk and talk as if ice wouldn’t melt on your ass.” He stepped back and unbuckled the utility belt around his waist. He dropped the belt and all its security gadgets on the armchair and planted his hands on his trim hips. “The things I’ve wanted to do to you. I’ve dreamt of fucking you in every position imaginable. I’ve jerked off to the thought of coming all over your pretty face.”
The crude words entered through my ears and flowed down my body, stroking my insides and heating me up until I could feel my nether lips swell and dampen. No one had ever talked to me like that before. No one dared to. But I loved it. The words heated my blood and melted my insides, and I wanted everything he described.
“I never dreamt you’d actually be into it. Then, today, out of the blue, you decide to give me a private peep show at work.” He chuckled and gave his head a small shake. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to ignore that.”
“I’m glad,” I said softly. “I’ve never done anything like that before, Joe.”
He looked at me for a long silent moment.
“I believe you. But . . . after I fucked you, you said something else.” He reached out and stroked his fingertips over my belly, up over my ribs and along the undersides of my breasts. “You told me you were mine. My slut, to do with as I pleased.”
Heat crept up my neck and I mentally cursed my fair skin. I’d said that in a moment of passion. As if he could read my thoughts, his full lips lifted at one corner. “Did you mean it?”
Something soft flickered the depths of Joe’s eyes, a flash of uncertainty maybe, and then disappeared. A shiver skipped down my spine and I pressed my thighs together. He was so aloof, yet so intense. I’d seen him prowl the casino floor, and my fantasies had gotten darker and darker. Matching the almost primal aura that surrounded him.
He may be dangerous, but he didn’t scare me. At that moment my only real fear was that he’d walk away.
“I meant it.”
By no means am I a submissive personality. My father’s early death made sure I knew how to look after myself and my mother, too. I’m a supervisor at work, and my whole life people have told me I’m a natural-born leader. Part of me even fantasized about being a dominatrix. The part that made Joe say “please” when I’d teased him over the surveillance camera that afternoon.
But when he’d pulled me into the office, and it was just the two of us, it had been as if he’d seen deep inside me, to the place where even I was scared to look . . . and I’d been able to deny him nothing.
With him standing in front of me, looking at me with eyes so hot they scorched my skin, it was too easy to sink back into that place.
“You’re so pretty, almost like an angel.” He spoke in a soft firm tone as he did a slow walk around me, trailing his fingers over the planes of my naked body. He tweaked my nipples and I gasped. “Ever since I arrived in Chadwick, I’ve been told what a sweet girl Katie Long is. You’re the town’s Golden Girl aren’t you?”
A warm hand skimmed across my back and patted me on the ass lightly. When I didn’t answer him, the hand smacked my rump sharply, the slap echoing through the room.
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I muttered, focusing on the flare of sensation at the slap.
Stopping directly in front of me, Joe cradled my head in his large hands and lifted my face to his. “Well, now you’re my girl, my angel. And we’re going to see just how good you can be.”
With that, he took my mouth.
His tongue came out and licked across my bottom lip before spearing between them and invading. His tongue dueled with mine, conquering it completely, and imprinting his flavor on my taste buds. My hands clasped his waist, and I leaned into his hard body to rub my nakedness against the coarse material of his uniform.
One of his hands slid to the back of my head and he pressed forward, bending me backward slightly. Excitement rose up in me as his mouth ate at mine, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. One of my arms wrapped around his waist, holding tight to him while the other slid between our bodies to measure his hardness through his pants.
A low growl vibrated against my lips a second before he gripped my shoulders and pulled away. My low whimper echoed in the room, and he shushed me.
“Not so fast,” he whispered. Firm hands spun me around and his voice purred in my ear. “Take me to your bedroom.”
Biting my lip, but glorying in the liquid fire pulsing through my veins, I led him to my room.
“On the bed,” he commanded.
I scrambled to the middle of the bed and watched as he stripped off all his clothes, revealing a body to die for.
Wide shoulders, a muscled chest, a light dusting of fine dark hair led my eyes on the path across a hard stomach to the small patch of tight curls surrounding a cock that made my mouth water. I licked my lips and forced my eyes to travel the rest of his body. Muscled thighs and defined calves, dusted with the same dark hairs.
Yummy.
My insides clenched with anticipation when I measured the size of his cock with my gaze. He was long and thick, the head shiny and tempting. Joe stood there for a minute, watching me eat him up with my eyes. The longer I looked the more I saw. There was one wicked looking scar bisecting the front of his shoulder to his chest, with a few smaller ones on his abdomen and left thigh.
Seeing him standing there, rough and ready, glorious in his complete maleness, it was clear to me that he was a hard man, in more ways than one. When my gaze traveled back to his face, he climbed on the bed and laid his body atop mine.
I gasped at the first contact of skin against skin. He was so warm and hard and rough against me. Pressing me back into the mattress he pinned my wrists by my head and kissed me deeply. I wiggled and tried to spread my legs, to get him aligned so he pressed more fully against my sex, but his legs framed mine, and he wasn’t moving.
Hard cock pressed into my belly, rubbing there and driving me deeper into a fog of lust as his lips traveled across my jaw to my ear, teasing me. My whole body shuddered as a bolts of pleasure shot straight to my pussy. He noticed my response and breathed hotly into my ear, causing more shivers.
“Ohh, I found a hot spot,” he purred.
Another breathy moan eased from my lips as he nipped at my earlobe sharply, then skimmed his lips across my chin to the other side, where he repeated his seductive torture.
I writhed beneath him, my moans turning to whimpers. His hands left mine, and immediately I reached for him. He slid down so his hands could cup and fondle my breasts. He squeezed them, fingers and thumbs working the nipples expertly. When his mouth closed over one nipple and he sucked it avidly, I actually cried out loud it felt so good.
Never before had a man made me actually cry out in pleasure! I’d faked it a few times, but I wasn’t faking it with Joe. The man was magic.
Wanting more, my fingers burrowed deep in his soft thick hair, holding him to my breast. When he shifted and went to work on the other rigid tip with his mouth, his fingers still pinching and pulling at the abandoned one, my restless hands slid down to his shoulders. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath my hands, my fingers turning to claws as his teeth worried the nipple and pleasure/pain washed over me. It hurt, but in such a way that arrows of pleasure shot straight to my pussy.
“Yesss,” I hissed, only to jerk and pull back slightly from a sharp bite.
“You like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh, angel?” Joe’s husky chuckle echoed through the room, and his other hand abandoned it’s teasing to trail down my side. His fingertips skimmed over my ribs, my waist, my hip and back up.
“Joe . . .” I moaned, on fire for a firmer touch.
He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at me. “Yes?”
“Touch me.” My voice had a bit of a whine to it that I wasn’t sure I liked.
He shifted his weight to the side a bit, and cool air washed over my overheated skin. He tilted his head and I followed his gaze to where his hand hovered over my hip. So close, yet so far from where I wanted it.
Where I needed it.
“Say please.”
I froze and he looked up at me, a gleam in his eyes. In that moment I realized that I might’ve bitten off more than I could chew.
“Please,” I whispered, blood roaring in my ears.
His hand lowered and rubbed at my hip before traveling down my outer thigh and up my inner thigh. Flirty fingertips brushed against my swollen lips and he smiled. “That’s my angel.”
My eyelids dropped, and a heavy sigh of pleasure escaped me at his words of praise. How could those two words, which I normally hated, sound so good coming from him? His fingers delved between the folds of my sex and brushed my clit, and all rational thought fled. The little button was hard and aching, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me off.
He diddled there for a brief minute before playing the finger around my entrance. My hips jerked, and he thrust his finger in deep. Rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit, his finger moved inside me. Soon, another finger joined it, and my body stretched pleasurably.
“Oh yes.”
“That’s it, baby.” His lips brushed across mine. “Tell me what you like.”
“That . . . I like that.”
My hips gyrated and I spread my legs wider to give him better access. One of his legs covered mine to keep them in place, and the light restriction made my juices flow even faster. I was so wet that I could hear the squish of Joe’s fingers moving in and out of me. “More, Joe. I need more.”
Our lips were still touching as he spoke. He licked at them, nibbled on my bottom lip, and demanded the words from me. “What do you say?”
“Please!”
“That’s it. Tell me how good it is. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He slid a third finger inside me, pressed the palm of his hand against my clit harder, and I came apart.
“Ohhhh-”
Joe’s mouth slanted across mine fully, cutting off my cry as my insides clenched around the intruder. My back arched, pressing me against his hand firmly, and I think that all that was keeping me together was him by my side.
When my shudders subsided, Joe’s kiss gentled, and he withdrew his hand to rest it on my belly.
“Very good girl,” he whispered. “Now let’s see how that feels when I’m inside you.”
Sliding his body on top of mine, he entered me smoothly. My sated body instantly jumped to attention, and tension gathered low in my belly.
His forearms rested on the bed alongside my head and shoulders, trapping me as he bent his head and nuzzled into the crook of my neck. He kept his legs on the outside of mine, giving me very little room to move. Forward and backward, his cock slid in and almost all the way out before filling me up again.
With a whimper, I struggled to spread my legs wider, to take him deeper into me, but he didn’t give an inch. My legs were only wide enough that the slow and steady movement of his hips had the length of his cock rubbing against my clit with every thrust.
I lifted my head off the pillow and licked at the corded muscle between his neck and shoulder. His pace increased a bit. I nibbled on the muscle. His hips pumped faster, deeper. Opening my mouth against his skin I sucked at the sensitive spot and scrapped my nails down his back.
A low rumble echoed in my ear and my body reacted to the sound instinctively. My head went back, giving him easier access to my vulnerable neck and I reached down to clasp his butt cheeks, silently urging him to fuck me harder and faster.
But he didn’t.
He nipped at the flesh of my earlobe and kept his maddening pace.
“Joe,” I panted his name out on a breath. “Please!”
He lowered his body more, so his chest grazed my sensitive nipples, and I was completely surrounded by him. Trapped in an erotic cage created by his hot, hard body. His forehead rested against mine, and he gazed deep into my eyes. “Not this time, Katie.”
The intense blue fire in his eyes seared my soul. I could see passion, excitement, pleasure and . . . His eyes closed and his face tightened, he thrust deep and his cock jerked inside me. Warmth flooded my insides and he jerked hard against me, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit and sending my world off its axis once more.
The earth righted itself, and Joe tried to pull away but I held him tight to me and whispered, “Stay.”
My body was drained, my mind was blank, and for some unknown reason, the last thing I wanted to do was let go of him.

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Todays Snippet theme is all about kicking ass. So here’s he opening scene from NO ANGEL in the MOST WANTED anthology.

Anna Blair was special. She knew it, and accepted it. Her short bouncy blond curls framed a face of fair skin, dark chocolate eyes, and lips that were naturally full and perfectly shaped. People often told her she looked like she was kissed by an angel. And they always looked at her funny when she replied that there was no angel in her life…but she had been blessed by the devil.
She thought herself a simple girl, living a simple life. The goal was to stay alive, and it didn’t bother her that she often had to kill to do it. Emotions hadn’t factored into her life for a long time.
Yet, walking back to her motel from the movie theater, she couldn’t stop thinking about what a sap she was to get all teary over fictional characters that kept their friendship strong with a pair of ‘magical’ jeans.
The stupid thing was, people saw the movie and laughed at the thought of magic. Anna watched the movie and saw the magic clear as the full moon in the night sky. The magic wasn’t in the pants, but in the way the girls remained friends and accepted each other’s differences with love.
That was the kind of magic Anna envied. She’d never had friends. Not even as a little girl. Her only friend had been her mother, but her mother had been killed when Anna was twenty-one, and now, nine years later, Anna doubted she’d ever have another friend. It wasn’t safe for her to have friends. Being close to her put people in danger, and she’d been raised to protect people from the evil she knew was in the world.
She accepted it, as she did so many other things she had no control over. That didn’t mean it didn’t hit her in the heart when she saw others have what she’d always wanted. Even if it was just in a stupid movie.
Some people were born to lead a life full of love, health and happiness. Anna had been born to an ex-Catholic nun, and raised to fight demons. As if to remind her of that fact, the wind changed and Anna caught a vibe on the air that had her muscles tightening, and her thoughts narrowing.
The tiny hairs all over her body stood on end and she knew evil was nearby. Stepping to the edge of the sidewalk she placed her back against the building and closed her eyes. She’d gone to the late movie, and it was almost midnight, so the sidewalks were pretty much empty. It wasn’t hard for her to tune out the few cars passing by as she concentrated on seeing the thread of energy she’d felt.
Amongst the blackness that formed when she closed her eyes Anna could see the energy that surrounded her. People gave off energy, plants and animals gave off energy. All living things gave off energy of different levels and different vibrations. Anna sorted through the colors in her mind and found the one that had make her skin crawl. It was pink, of all colors, and writhing angrily amongst the lazy ones of plants and animals around her.
It was also fading fast. Anna opened her eyes and concentrated on using her powers to keep the alternate view of energy overlapping the one everyone else saw. She moved quickly, her boots silent on the sidewalk as she followed the energy trial.
She should’ve been prepared. She should’ve seen the energy thread thicken, strengthen. Her only excuse was that the thing had parked itself around the corner of a solid brick wall that blocked the trail. As she started around that corner, a long green arm reached out, grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into the alley.
Pinned to the brick wall by her throat she fought for breath and immediately kicked out, her steel-toed boot connecting with its stomach? She rolled her eyes down and saw that the thing that had her must be seven fucking feet tall!
“Anna Blair, you are wanted.” Its voice was human, even melodious. Too bad it was big green and gross looking. Okay, and evil…don’t forget it was evil.
Black spots started to float in front of her eyes as he squeezed her throat tighter, cutting off her air completely. Anna stopped struggling against the hand that held her so high up off the ground, and called to her first power. She opened her right hand and a flame leapt to life. With a flick of her wrist the fireball landed on the things head. The patch of black hair that grew in a long thick mohawk caught fire and he dropped her.
Her rubbery knees and collapsed beneath her. She rolled as she fell and landed on her hip. “Ouch!” That was going to leave a bruise, but at least she hadn’t landed directly on her tailbone.
Without a second’s hesitation she rolled again and stood up several feet away. She reached behind her and pulled two very small, but very deadly knives from the hidden sheath in her waistband.
“Okay, big guy,” she said holding the knives loosely in each hand as she looked him over. It was indeed over seven feet tall, heavily muscled, and vaguely human looking. It reminded her of the fictional Hulk from the movie she’d seen weeks earlier. Not quite as gross or slimey as she’d originally thought, but still evil. The energy coming off him was definitely evil. “You need to tell me what the hell you are, and who sent you?”
It roared and shook its head. “I am Maracas, sent by Focalor, Great Duke of Hell. He wished you to be brought to him, and I am his servant.”
Yellow eyes gleamed at her from a broad flat face. She tried not to focus on the small black horns that were visible now that he was bald. “You’re not like any demon I’ve ever seen before,” she said.
Throw the knives, you idiot. Don’t talk to him. The little voice inside her head was drowned out by her training. Her mother had trained her, to know your enemy is to defeat your enemy. She needed to know. As long as she kept her distance she could kill him with a flick of her wrist.
“You’ve not faced a true demon before,” Maracas said as he stepped forward.
She took three quick steps back, shaking her head. “I’ve been fighting demons my whole life, you’re not like anything I’ve ever seen.”
She was a fighter for sure, but she wasn’t an idiot. This guy was big and bad, very bad. If he hadn’t been blocking the entrance to the alley she’d have run for it. Since running wasn’t an option, she needed to know what she was up against if she was going to stand a chance.
He took another step, she took another three, keeping a fair sized distance between them. “I told you, I am sent by –“
“I know why you’re here, you idiot. I want to know what – Ack!” She scrambled back as he lunged, but he was quicker. And damn that long reach. His football sized fist connected with her jaw and she flew back against the brick wall at the end of the alley. The knives left her hands when she landed and her head smacked against the brick. Everything started to fade and she fought not to black out. “Fuck!”
Without her blades she instinctively reached for her fire, and started throwing fireballs out in his direction, hoping to slow him down and give her vision a chance to clear.
Maracas batted at them as each one came close, blocking or dodging most of them and barely slowing his advance. The ones that landed would lick at his skin for a brief moment before flaming out on their own. Except where she hit clothing, but soon the materials were burned away and Maracas didn’t even seem to notice.
Gathering her strength she straightened up, raised both her hands and threw, aiming at something much more sensitive that the hair on the top of his head. The fireball landed on his groin, and that one he noticed.
Definitely male, she thought with a snicker as she struggled to her feet. He got the flames put out at the exact time she reached back for another knife. She pulled it from behind and let it loose in one smooth move. The silver blade gleamed in the night and landed true with a loud thunk.
Maracas looked down at the little blade sticking out of his chest and laughed. “A knife to the heart won’t work with a real demon, little human.”
For the first time since she caught his vibe, true fear shot through Anna. “Oh, Deus,” she murmured.
Maracas laughed. “God can’t help you now,” he taunted.
A prayer leapt to her lips and she scrambled back as Maracas lunged forward, his hands aimed at her throat again.
She tripped over an empty can that went spinning away and his hands wrapped around her throat as she fell, with him falling on top of her. She grunted, the wind leaving her lungs sharply and black spots danced across her vision once again.
When she finally got her wind back, she realized that Maracas wasn’t holding her down he’d just landed on top of her when he’d keeled over mid-grab.
Pinned under what had to be three hundred pounds, Anna let her head fall back against the pavement. It might’ve been delayed, but the knife had worked it’s magic on whatever Maracas was. Mostly.
What mattered was she was still alive, and Maracas wasn’t.
She waited a few more seconds and finally decided the knife wasn’t going to finish the job for her this time, so she prepared to wiggle out from under her captor. She braced her back, and pushed up against the body pinning her to the ground. It shifted with ease, and then suddenly burst into bright blue flame as the knives magic kicked in and ashes rained down on her.
“Great,” she swore. Hacking and coughing she sat up and brushed demon ash from her clothes. “Just fucking great.”
She tried to stand and got as far as sitting on her ass before the world began to spin from the crack her head had taken when she’d hit the pavement. Slumping against the wall she closed her eyes and worked on catching her breath…and tried desperately not to think about the ramifications of what had just happened.
Through no fault of her own, she’d been born with demonic powers. And the demons of hell were not happy about it. They thought it sacrilegious that human have such powers, and had made it their goal to capture her, and retrieve those powers…by way of killing her. Focolar was a new name, and Maracas was certainly a new thing, unlike any other demon she’d ever faced.
What with the horns and green fire-retardant skin, she had to acknowledge the knot growing in her gut. Maracas hadn’t been a demon spirit in a human body…but a full on from hell demon.
Every other demon she’d met up with had looked just like a human, aside from the occasional flash from their goat’s eyes…but basically they could’ve passed for human.
How the hell did a full-blooded demon get on her plane of existence? It was unheard of. The big green thing was a whole new deal, one she wasn’t sure she could deal with.
Sometimes she wondered why she bothered fighting the supernatural bounty hunters that were sent after her. It wasn’t like anyone would miss her if she died. Her father had died before she was born. Her mother was gone. She had no friends, no family. No magic jeans to help her form life-long friendships with people who would accept her for who she was.
There were times she hated that her mother had raised her to believe. If she didn’t believe in God, then giving up the fight wouldn’t be seen as suicide, which was a sin that would send her straight to hell. Sometimes it seemed like no matter what she did, she was going to end up in the Netherworld.
Finally the world stopped spinning and she stood up, not bothering to bite back the moan of pain as she retrieved her three knives. Unzipping her hoodie, she shook off the demon ash then tied it around her waist so she looked reasonably clean in her jeans and tank top. She brushed the ash from her hair gently, careful of the goose egg growing rapidly on the back of her head, and then trudged out of the alley to find the nearest bar.
She needed a drink. Or five.

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Humor and quirky characters aren’t what I’m known for writing. They’ve never been anything I’ve tried to inject into my stories either. I lean toward an edgy contemporary style. Yet, the heroine in my novella NO ANGEL is edgy, and slightly quirky. and when her and the hero get together, there is humor…my way.

I never planned this, it’s all them…but I admit to laughing out loud as I wrote it, and loving them. I hope you enjoy it too.

“No Angel”
Anna Blair looks sweet and innocent, but playboy Gabriel Mann discovers she’s far from it. Mess with her and she’ll mess right back. And that’s just the way he likes it—down and dirty carnal pleasure that keeps him coming back for more…

Safety always being her first concern, Anna wouldn’t normally bring anyone back to her hotel, but this time her impatient nature was getting the best of her. Plus, she’d scanned his energy with her second sight and his bright green vibe was all smooth and happy. The guy didn’t have an evil bone in his body.
There’d been no hesitation in her when she’d climbed into his truck and directed him down Bernard and across two more streets to her motel room. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it was cheap, close to downtown and only a block away from the waterfront.
She used the old fashioned metal key to open the door and ushered him in. Surprisingly, he took charge immediately. He pulled her to him and kissed her so passionately she was ready to burn the clothes off his body.
Large masculine hands ran down her back and cupped her ass, lifting and pulling her tight against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she trusted him to take her weight as she lifted her legs and wound them around his waist. Their tongues dueled and she rubbed her hungry sex against the massive hard-on she felt behind his zipper.
His fingers dug into her butt and he dragged his mouth out from under hers. “Bed,” he panted, as he stumbled a few steps into the room and fell forward onto the queen sized mattress.
They bounced and an inelegant oof! flew from her lips. Her bruised backside throbbed but she quickly forgot about that as his body rubbed against hers in all the right places.
“Sorry” he muttered as his hands reached down and shoved her hoodie out of the way.
He grabbed the hem of her tank top and swept it roughly over her head. She laughed, delighted to find a man who wasn’t scared to get a little rough with her.
“Don’t apologize,” she said, panting and reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, matching his eagerness as she pulled it over his head. “Just fuck me.”
Gabe hesitated when he unsnapped her cargo pants and discovered the weapons halter snapped low around her hips and belly.
“A girdle?” he asked, eyebrows almost hidden by his hairline.
She laughed and ripped the snaps open. Arching her back she tugged the harness out from under her while he was distracted by the naked breasts she’d shoved into his face. He sucked a nipple between his lips and she gasped, dropping the weapons to the floor next to the bed before going back to work on his pants.
Their arms tangled as clothes were shoved aside as much as possible.
When both their pants were around their ankles she raked her nails over the firm butt she’d admired earlier. “Condom,” she said on a gasp as the head of his cock brushed against her slick sex.
He growled and she laughed as he made an awkward reach for the pants still around his ankles, and rolled right off the bed!
“Fuck!” he cursed.
“Well, we’re certainly trying,” she said as she sat up and looked down at him. Mostly naked he looked both adorable and ridiculously sexy at the same time.
He dug in his pants pocket before he toed off his boots, shoved his pants off his feet, and stood up triumphantly.
“Socks,” she said, staring at the thick cock bobbing in front of her face. Maybe it was because his hips were so slim, but damn he looked big. Big and red and juicy. She licked her lips and he groaned. “No, don’t look at it like that or we’re going to be done before we start.”
He bent forward hiding himself from her view as he got rid of his socks. “Your turn now,” he muttered.
She lay back on her elbows and giggled as he struggled to untie her boots. Then in one big flourish he pulled her pants and panties free and threw them on the floor before kneeling on the bed between her legs and rolling the condom on smoothly.
“My socks,” she said.
“I don’t care about your damn socks,” he growled. He came down on top of her, smoothly fitting his hips into the cradle of hers. His fingers skimmed over her pussy lips and suddenly she didn’t care about her socks either.
He pressed a couple of fingers into her sex and she arched against them eagerly. “More,” she demanded.
“You want more,” he said pulling his fingers out. “You got it.”
With one swift and sure stroke he filled her. She dug her feet into the mattress and arched into him with a moan. Their joking stopped as Gabe braced himself on his elbows and began to fuck her. His hips pumped steadily in a strong smooth rhythm and she happily dug her nails into his ass to help him along.
He buried his head in her neck, his hot breath sending shivers through her body as she moved with him. In and out his cock went, stretching her to the point that her sex burned with need. Her moans blended with his grunts as they worked up a sweat, straining to get closer.
Closer and closer she got to cumming, her body getting tighter and tighter. “Faster,” she commanded, digging her nails in.
Everything in her focused on the point of their connection. He picked up the pace, going faster, harder, deeper until he was hitting the sweet spot and her cunt started to ripple with pleasure. “Yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me.” He slammed into her and ground his groin against her, rubbing her clit and sending her off into spasms of pleasure as the world exploded into ribbons of color in her minds eyes.
She was vaguely aware of him throwing back his head and arching into her as his triumphant shout of pleasure blended with her cries.
Limp with satisfaction, she let her hands fall back to the bed and he collapsed on top of her. She couldn’t bite back the cry of pain as she was sharply reminded of her earlier butt kicking.
“Sorry,” he muttered and rolled off her. He lay beside her as they both fought to suck air back into their lungs. “You okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Very okay.”
“Christ, your hot,” he said.
“I appreciate the thought,” she said. “But please don’t say His name like that.”
Gabe turned his head and looked at her. “Huh?”
“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.”
His eyes widened and she once again thought how pretty they were. Before he could say anything else she rolled onto her side and stroked hand down over his sculpted chest.
“That was good,” she said. “Will you fuck me again?”

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