Monday, January 2nd, 2006
Did I mention that the novella I’m working on right now, THE TIES THAT BIND, is about Bondage? And Robbery. And obligations. And sex clubs. :P
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Monday, September 12th, 2005
Devon is The Man in THE CRIB, my first novella for Kensington.
Him and Lexy are pretty hot together. Here’s a short bit of one of his best scenes. :P
UNEDITED EXCERPT:
“Strip.”
We�d just stepped into the motel room and I�d went straight to the bedside table to flick on the lamp there, but froze at his command. My heart kicked in my chest and my nipples hardened to the point of pain.
I turned on my heel and saw Devon shrug out of his jacket before he dropped into the upright chair next to the small table just inside the door. If any other man had spoken to me in that tone I�d kick his ass, but when I saw tenderness lurking below the heat in his intense gaze, his attitude became exciting, not demeaning.
Reaching up I played with the top button on my blouse. Keeping my eyes on him I moved from one
the next, slipping them through the holes, without moving closer to him or saying a word. When my blouse hung open I slipped one hand under the cloth and cupped a breast. Scraping my fingertip across my nipple it stiffened even more, aching for a firmer touch.
“Take it off. The bra too” Devon�s voice was husky with arousal, his own hand drifting over his groin to make an adjustment. �I want to see you touch yourself.�
With slow sure movements I slipped the blouse from my shoulders, and removed the black push up bra I�d been wearing. Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and cupped the weight of a breast in each hand, squeezing lightly while I pinched my nipples between finger and thumb.
Arrows of pleasure shot from nipple to groin and a sigh of longing spilled from my lips. It felt good, but I wanted him.
Opening my eyes I watched him watch me as I reached back and undid the clasp on my skirt. With a little shimmy of my hips the skirt dropped to the ground and I stood in front on him naked but for my thong, and my shoes.
Unwilling to let him know just how much I wanted him to touch me I sat on the edge of the bed across form him and spread my legs crudely.
Licking a finger I trailed it down the center of my chest, across my belly and slipped it beneath the elastic edge of my panties. Devon�s lips parted and his tongue darted out as he watched the movement beneath the black lace.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“So good,” I whispered, shocking myself by answering him, egging him on. “Slick and wet. Ready to be filled.”
A low groan rumbled out of him and he made quick work of the buckle of his chaps, as well as his jeans. In seconds he had both pushed low on his hips and his cock bobbed out in the open, hard, thick and proud. My mouth started to water as his fingers stroked it lightly up and down.
“Take off your panties.”
When I hesitated for a second his eyes met mine. “Please.”
Some men might think saying please to a woman made them less, but Devon was confident and assured, and the word flowing from his lips only made me want to do whatever he asked. With one quick move I was rid of the thin lace.
Sunday, September 4th, 2005
I’m writing! I’m actually getting quite a bit done..so for today, I’m just going to share more of THE CRIB with you.
Unedited Excerpt:
There was a drool worthy black, red and chrome Indian Spirit parked at the curb in front of the Pub. Since I didn�t recognize the bike, and there certainly couldn�t be many of those beauties around, I guessed it was Devon�s. But he wasn�t anywhere I could see.
With a glance up and down the street I took a couple steps and checked around the corner, in the alley.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw a beat-up Ford idling halfway down the alley. Bent over at the waist, passing something inside to the driver was Devon. He straightened up, shook his head sharply and patted the roof of the car as he turned to walk back the street.
I knew the second he saw me. He steps didn�t falter, and his posture never changed, but I knew. And I knew it bothered him. The car pulled away quickly and I cursed the fact that I couldn�t read the plate from that distance.
Devon�s loose-limbed walk was almost predatory as he came toward me. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened at the same time I realized that Devon might just be the man I was looking for, the killer.
My mind raced and my body screamed at me not to think. Thinking was bad. Thinking meant no more mind-blowing orgasms from this man.
Shit!
Our eyes locked as he came toward me and a shiver danced down my spine. A good shiver. A yummy shiver of anticipation.
�You all done here?�
I nodded slowly, eyes still locked with his while I tried to get my body back under control, and process what I�d just seen.
�Ready to go?�
Giving myself a mental headshake I placed my palm flat in the middle of his chest, stepped close enough that my lips brushed against his when I answered, and cupped my other hand over his groin.
�The real question is . . . are you ready?�
His hand came up and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last millimeter until his mouth came down on mine. His fingers clenched and with slow steady pressure he bent my head back, taking complete control of the kiss.
Firm lips, agile tongue, and sharp teeth ravaged my mouth chasing all thoughts from my mind. My fingers curled inward, gripping him, and I squirmed closer to the hard male body in front of me.
�Ack!�
The sharp cry slipped out when the hand pulled my head back sharply, ripping my mouth away from his, and bringing me back to earth with a slam.
�What do you think, Alexis?� His eyes bore into mine. �Am I ready?�
It was in that moment that I realized I wasn�t thinking straight. Hell I wasn�t thinking at all!
