A Look At Doris O'Connor & 'Sol and the Magic Fingers' ( @mamaD8 @evernightpub #MM #SO )

Today we have author Doris O'Connor visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I'm a mum of nine and happily married to my very own alpha hero for the last 23 years. A writer of all things naughty, I like to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* Sol And The Magic Fingers is my first contribution to Evernight Publishing's excellent Romance On The Go Line, and I wrote this story in one session. Yes, really… I just couldn't stop writing!

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I was part of several Christmas Bloghops last year, and one of my questions to readers was, "Tell me what you wish for." A reader replied saying she would love to have a magical e-reader, and immediately my muse went, "Oohh, now, I can work with that."
* I was busy with other things, but the story kinda lingered in the background until New Year's Eve when I was standing at my sink, doing the washing up, and suddenly Sol popped into my head, dictating the entire first chapter.
* When that happens, resistance is futile, so despite it being New Year's Eve, and having to deal with a poorly toddler to boot, the entire story was written in between clearing up puddles of toddler sick, toasting in the New Year, and breaking up teenage squabbles. (I'm good at multi-tasking…)
* Four am the next morning saw me type the end under the first draft, and it was subbed by the end of that week. Thankfully Evernight liked the story as much as I did. In fact, it's an Editors Pick!
* *big cheesy grin*

Describe the hero in five words.
* Ancient, Magical, Sexy, Dominant, Repentant

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Frustrated, Vulnerable, Hurt, Strong, Passionate

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* It has to be Sol. He was such a strong voice when I was writing this story, and despite it being told entirely in the heroine's POV, you get a very clear sense of who Sol is. His conflict is quite unique, and he's had a lot of time to ponder over past mistakes. You've got to love a man, not only determined to pleasure his heroine, but one who's not afraid to show his vulnerable side.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* "You are so beautiful, all soft and round as a woman ought to be."

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
* Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
* Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

~ Excerpt ~ * She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn't leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she'd been reading appeared on the screen. Well, Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.
* Two hours later she dropped the reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as though she had been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.
* When she had her breathing back under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn't stop herself from murmuring her wish.
* "If only you could magic me a real life man like the ones in your stories." The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.
* That's what she needed, a nice long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object. She would see…
* She switched on the shower and stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn't really standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover's hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.
* "I've got you. Just let yourself feel." The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.
* "Who are you?" She had to ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just increased the intensity of her feelings.
* "I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?"
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A Look At Silvia Stancil & 'Double Vision' ( @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Silvia Stancil visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Silvia Stancil lives in beautiful South Carolina with her husband, young son, and all the characters in her head. She holds a degree in English and spends her free time writing, running by the ocean, and wearing too much eye makeup. Silvia writes erotica, mainstream romance, horror and YA under multiple pen names.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* The book is Double Vision. It is the first in my Club Heat series. Its sequel, Triple Threat, does not have a release date yet.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Like most of my work, I just sat down and started writing. The heroine always captures her voice in the first few paragraphs and the plot falls right into place thereafter.

Describe the hero in five words.
* My hero, Jax: Smart, classy, old-fashioned, charming, loyal.

Describe the heroine in five words.
* My heroine, Kit: Independent, indecisive, driven, caring, confused.

If ménage/multiple partners, then pick a third hero or heroine to describe in five words.
Knox: Mysterious, naughty, sneaky, sexy, kinky

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Definitely my heroine, Kit. I really relate to her constant change of heart and I hope others will as well. I also admire her independent streak and ability to care for herself through the utmost turmoil in her life.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* That would have to be when Kit’s “boyfriend” shows up to see her at work. He’s acting completely out of character. Usually a shy, aristocratic type, he nails her with:
* “Yeah. I’m turning over a new leaf. For you, Kit. So, how about it? Bangy-bangy in the back room or what?”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Independent bartender Kit Blank has a problem lately, and it comes in the form of Jax Heart, the sexiest and most sophisticated vampire in the entire city. While she’s more than happy to hit the sheets, chat it up, and spend all her free time with Jax, the thought of actually committing to him leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Worse yet, as much as she digs Jax, he’s been completely turning her off lately by pushing her toward a real commitment…the kind that comes with fangs. Kit is torn. Does she really love Jax, or is she truly only ready for a boy toy?
* But it appears she may have underestimated Jax, who shows up at Club Heat to surprise her in a whole new ensemble…leather jacket, hand ties and all. The only problem is, when Kit’s ready for round two, Jax doesn’t actually remember any of it. Is Jax lying? Has Kit gone crazy? Or are they both suffering from a mysterious case of double vision?

~ Excerpt ~ * “Is that a vampire down here?” one of the wolf shifters asked. He cocked his brow and emitted a little growl. “Don’t they know Thursday night is...”
* “Yeah, yeah,” Kit said with a sigh. “Thursday night is Shifter Night, but he’s a friend of mine, okay? Oh, look. There’s Janika.”
* The young blonde girl at the door was Kit’s close friend as well as co-worker. She had been working at Club Heat for two years, almost as long as Kit had. Janika certainly knew the ropes well enough to take over the bar for a while, even if Kit was technically the supervisor. More than likely, she wouldn’t have an issue with Kit taking some time off for some hanky-panky in the utility room with Jax. Janika was a fun sort, if not a little bitchy.
* “Janika!” Kit greeted her co-worker with a smile. “A pleasure to see you. You mind taking over for a little bit wile I spend some time with a friend of mine?”
* Janika turned up her nose. Her former sorority girl facade must have been a hard thing to kick, after all. But, she was cool enough.
* Kit gave her friend a goofy smile as she waited for an answer.
* “Jax?” Janika asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s a vamp doing down here on...”
* “Yeah, on Shifter Thursdays,” Kit said. She put her hands up and shrugged. “He came to see me. Can you hold the bar down for awhile or what?”
* “Yeah, sure.” Janika pulled a washrag from her apron to wipe down the bar. “Missed a spot, Kit.”
* Kit laughed and flipped her co-worker off as she hopped over the bar. She practically dragged Jax off his barstool. There was something different about him tonight, something animalistic that just begged to be unleashed. He was almost like a shifter, seemingly fitting for Shifter Thursday.
* “Back here, back here.” Kit pulled him to the area behind the bar and scrambled to unlock the door to the utility room. “I can’t believe you’re up for this. This is so unlike you.”
* “Yeah, well.” Jax shoved her into the closet and slammed the door behind him. “I’m up for all kinds of new things, lately,” he told her. Jax reached up to pull the string that turned the light on. “Are you, baby?”
* “Y-yeah.”
* Jax was certainly being weird, but it would do. Already, her skirt had slid around her ankles. His hands weren’t shy as he examined her and fondled two fingers into her pussy. Kit had already gotten wet from the thought of Jax lightening up. She missed their kinky no-strings attached sex.
* “There we are,” he growled.
* She realized the tip of his pinky finger had penetrated just a little bit into her asshole. Kit shuddered, going to protest. She had never done such a thing. He slapped her on the ass, hard. Kit’s felt her eyes widen in both shock and pleasure.
* “Don’t talk,” he commanded. Jax grabbed her wrists. He tied a black, silk scarf around them, binding her hands together.
* “Oh, Jax...”
* Another slap on the ass, hard enough to make her squeal.
* “I thought I told you not to talk. Now, you may answer my questions if I address you. Yes, sir?”
* “Y-yeah.”
* Slap. That one had been so hard it reverberated into her legs. Kit bit her lip. This was too hot. This wasn’t Jax. But it was. “Yes sir,” she purred.
* “Excellent,” he said. “Do you know what I have in my hands, Kit? What I’m about to put somewhere we’ve never played before?”
* “No, sir.”
* “Good.”
* Kit held back a squeal as the sensation of tiny beads slid inside her ass. Jax slid his hand down neatly between her parted lips. He easily used her soaking wet pussy to lube up her asshole. The little beads slid in and out fast. They twisted in different directions and caused sensations inside Kit that she hadn’t known possible.
* “Oh, shit,” she muttered. Another slap rang on her bare ass, causing her to let out a little squeak. The sound bought her another slap.
* “There we go,” he said. Jax gently pulled back the beads. He left just a few of them inside of her and brought it from one side to another with a firm pressure. He pulled her lips apart again. The next thing she knew, he was inside her. The beads jiggled back and forth as he grunted his way into her insides. The vampire jammed up so far inside of her that it hurt for a minute.
* “What has gotten into you?” she gasped. Kit tried to grab at the wall for support before she remembered she was tied up.
* “What you said to me last night got into me,” he said in a low voice. He slapped her good on the thigh, hard enough to make a red mark. “That’s for talking. You said I was emo, Kit. Emo kid. I’m here to show you I’m not.”

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A Look At My Release 'Lovers & the Fiend' ( @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have... Me! LOL! I figured I'd take a dose of my own medicine and do the interview that I usually have guests do. ;)

What book am I going to tell you about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* I'm going give you a bit of insight into my newest release ~ Lovers and the Fiend.

How'd me & my muse come up with this story?
* This is a story in Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line. The characters, Jack and Kristina, appeared in my short story – Chasing Miss Kringle – that’s in an Evernight Publishing anthology – Stockings and Suspenders. This is the first of a handful of stories I have planned for the NFT line that revolve around the world started in CMK and Lovers. Readers, you don’t have to read the anthology story to read Lovers, but it’d be nice if you did. ;) The idea for the world these characters exist in came when I got the idea for Chasing Miss Kringle for Stockings and Suspenders. At first the anthology story was just going to revolve around a guy meeting a woman at a 5k race, but then my muse ran with the paranormal idea and created a dual investigation service. Then, I had an urge to write for the NFT line and figured CMK would be a good place to start with a world and setting for that story. It all takes place in my home town of Las Vegas.

Describe the hero in five words.
* handsome, intelligent, stubborn, honest, slow-to-change

Describe the heroine in five words.
* feisty, smart, independent, passionate, magical

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Surprisingly, I have to say Sidero. The poor thing. (You'll have to read to find out why.) I'm hoping she'll come forward and give me her story one of these days.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* 'Pale skinned, she appeared beautiful at first glance, but there was an underlying aspect of decay and dilapidation, like an old house someone tried to make look new with a fresh coat of paint, but no one bothered to make repairs.'
* A special thanks to my crit partner, Erin, for helping me with my stories! ;)

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Ex-cop turned private investigator, Jack Vorst, learns his elf girlfriend Kristina has been missing for a few days after being invited to an underground vampire club. He, too, is summoned to visit club Hexenringe and is taken captive. Jack finds Kristina bound and gagged in a human sized bird cage. They’re both thrust into a kinky world at the hands of Kol, the club owner. Kol, a vampiric beast, shifts into human form to be with Jack and Kristina and needs them to remember their pasts and to love him so he can return to what he used to be. Can Kol make the pair fall in love with him despite his current situation and the fact he’s keeping them captive or will they leave, making it too late for him to change all their fates?
Warning: ménage a trios, M/M, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition
~ Excerpt ~ A peek into the beginning of the story…
Chapter One
* I have your woman. A nice piece of ass she is, too. She tells me you’re not bad yourself. I would love for you to join us later. A car will be waiting for you outside your office at noon today where my assistant will fill you in on some details. If you know what’s good for you and your gal, you’ll take advantage of this invitation. See you soon. ~ Kol Ainmire
* Jack Vorst’s temper went full tilt within a second. His blood pounded hard through his head and body. He’d told Kristina to be careful when she went out on her cases, but it seemed she still had gotten herself in trouble. Not good.
* “Vic! Get in here!” Trying to check and rein in his anger before he popped a vessel, Jack grabbed the letter he’d found on his desk while going through a stack of mail and a couple of case files. The paper crinkled within his one clenched hand, and the envelope it’d come in bunched up in his other.
* He kept his gaze downcast, ground his teeth. No sense in looking at the tan colored walls that were littered with stenciling in his office and be more irritated than he already was. The design and colors reminded him of the Native American beaded belts people sold at roadside stands.
* Vic’s wife, Malory, who worked in the adjoining office suites, loved her southwestern motifs. All the rooms for both divisions of the business were decorated to represent Arizona and New Mexico. The decorating style with too many colors and crazy patterns made his head swim, gave him a headache. He hated headaches.
* Staring at the crumpled papers in his hands, he sighed. Truth be told, Kristina’s whereabouts and her lack of checking in for several days only concerned him a little. She was able to take care of herself, and he trusted her. He loved her, wanted her to be safe, so of course he worried some. But being an elf gave her an advantage that mere humans didn’t have--the ability to escape situations by simply disappearing and reappearing elsewhere.
* Except this time.

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A Look At Tory Michaels & 'Prophecy of Blood' ( @ToryMichael @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Tory Michaels visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.
* She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* The book I’m hyping today is Prophecy of Blood, book 3 in my Dream-Walker War series.
* Technically, the books should follow the order they’re published in (Blood Rage, Blood-Mage Rising and then Prophecy of Blood). However, Blood Rage could probably be read out of order because the Athdara/Anthony story only peripherally touches on Rising and Prophecy. Blood Rage, however, sets the scene for Rising and Prophecy.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Oh, wow. Um…Well, I knew pretty quickly with Blood-Mage Rising that if I turned it into a potential romance between Chris & Jordan, I could never tell the full story in a single book. Their history is too complicated for them to work out the problems in their past in only a week (the time frame for Rising). I knew this book had to finish the romance between Chris and Jordan and also do something major to move the series arc along (forward the war prompted by Ares, the titular (god, I hope I’m using that word right) Dream-Walker). This is a big turning point in the war because of how the book ends, and so I had to put together a lot of little pieces, along with dump in a lot of information to set the stage for the second half of the series.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Funny, sociopath, passionate, cold (yes, I know, that sounds contradictory, but it’s true), and horse-mad (the hyphen makes it one word!)

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Loyal, determined, intelligent, snarky, hot-tempered

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Oh, wow, that’s hard to answer. I love both the hero and heroine, but in the end *sigh* I have to say Jordan. The sociopath has done quite a number on me over the years he’s been in my head. I’m rather sorry to see him go. Thankfully he’ll have a role in later stories in the series and (so the plan goes) in the second series I’ve got in mind.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Then again, Jordan probably considered Romeo and Juliet a comedy. (You have to know more about Jordan to realize just how true (and appropriate) that comment is in describing him. He’s spent 1000 years living by the moniker The Bloody Baron, and is quite proud of his legacy of terror and pain.)

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return. * With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.
~ Excerpt ~ * “Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”
* She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.
* As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.
* The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”
* He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”
* Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”
* Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.
* The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”
* She shook her head. “Nothing.”
* He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”
* “It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”
* Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”
* Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”
* “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”
* Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?
* “Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”
* The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.
* “In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”
* She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.
* Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”
* Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.
* She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.
* “And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”
* Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.
* Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”
* “Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”
* He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.
* She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.
* Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.
* He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”
* Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?
* A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water.

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