Her Sexy Thoughts in NEVER GONNA LET YOU GO #MySexySaturday #dystopian #LGBT

My Sexy Saturday

Hello everyone! It’s the 77th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

Today’s theme is…

Their Sexy Thoughts

When characters think about each other in a sexy, exciting way, readers adore them, love hearing about how the hero thinks the heroine is sexy and loving and oh so much more as the story progresses. As writers, we love putting those words down and getting them just right.

Here’s seven from Never Gonna Let You Go, the first story in The Underground series, which celebrates THREE years published today.

Never Gonna Let You Go - Sci-Fi Dystopian with FF and MF scenes

Here’s an excerpt from the very beginning of the story:

Pulling the camera from her backpack, Calla considered what might have happened if she’d remained in Holloway’s tent. Would they have kissed? Her stomach fluttered and dampness spread between her legs as she thought about Melina’s soft lips.

Wait! She wasn’t attracted to women, never had been before. Then why couldn’t she stop thinking about what Holloway’s lips would feel like on hers and all over her body?

She took a deep breath. Sexual relations of any kind are forbidden during the missions. While repeating those words over and over, she spotted a perfect place to set up for her study—a large crancait bush on the edge of the field where the rapat fed. The bright red berries decorated the bush in stark contrast to its deepgreen, oval-shaped foliage. She crept through the waist-high vegetation, trying to make as little noise as possible. Although the foreign planet had not been shaped by an ice age like Earth, it did boast fields all the way to the horizon similar to the prairies where she and Erik had grown up. Erik should be the one she thought about kissing, not Melina, not a woman. She knew everything about him, or once had. But Erik had turned into an asshole, and Melina wanted to be friends. Maybe more? Her body warmed at the thought.

On her way to the red-berried bush where she planned to take pictures of the creatures, she stopped to ensure she hadn’t spooked the herd while her mind wandered to places it shouldn’t. Good, they haven’t moved.

Arriving at the crancait, she spread out a blanket to lay her equipment on and turned to affix her camera to a tripod. She’d never gotten this close to the herd for her footage. She’d managed to remain downwind and the warm breeze not only helped to disguise her scent but also her movements.

With no natural predator—at least none she’d discovered—the rapat flourished on this part of the planet. Their round pig-sized bodies resembled the tapir of Earth, but with the addition of a longer, elephant-like trunk. Their lips smacked and teeth ground together as they ate their fill of grasses. The smell of their dung reminded her of molasses rather than that of any Earth animal.

After adjusting the camera to record video footage of their feeding and social behaviors, she sat down to write her notes. Instead, she could only think of Melina, and the moment in her tent, which could have led to something else, something more than friendship. Something she needed just as much.

~ About Never Gonna Let You Go ~

Caught in a tangle of lies, Calla Jacobs must sort through the truth to discover where she truly belongs. A biologist for Planet Core, she finds herself ensnared in a web of deceit. Sent to Airondelle, she must work with a team to prepare the newly discovered planet for colonists from Earth. But the mission does not go as she expected. Her former lover, Erik Edwards, shuns her, sending Calla into the arms of Melina Holloway, their commander, for the attention she craves and more. A confrontation among the trio leaves her with a broken heart, and fleeing from the two people she trusted most.

Attempting to break free from the lies that bind her, she discovers Planet Core has deceived everyone. And when she returns to Earth, Calla learns just how far Planet Core’s control reaches.

**Received Honorable Mention in the LR Cafe Best Of 2012 Awards in Science Fiction/Futuristic/Dystopian Book.

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Will their love be strong enough? WOLF’S SONG by @TarynKincaid #PNR #BlackHillsWolves

Wolf's Song by Taryn Kincaid

WOLF’S SONG

A Black Hills Wolves story

By Taryn Kincaid

Ten years ago, visions of death and the babble of lupine voices in his head, drove lone wolf Brick Northridge to challenge his cruel and greedy pack alpha. Beaten by the alpha’s thugs and banished from the pack, Brick lives a life of seclusion in a mountain cabin in the Black Hills.

Born into a rival clan of feline shifters, skinwalker Summer McCoy, in her guise as a raven, watches Brick from afar, giving him back a reason to live through her sweet songs and special gifts.

But when her clan attempts to tear them apart and threatens the pack that banished Brick so many years before, will their love be strong enough to withstand the forces bent on their destruction?

Available January 30, 2015 (tomorrow)!

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She did not move, except to lower her raised arm from its frozen position. “Why do you call me that…? Annabel Lee?”

“I don’t have another name.”

“Summer,” she said. “I’m Summer.”

Yeah. Def. When the berries plumped sweetest. “Suits you.” His raging arousal made the words hoarse and jagged. Too harsh for this gentle female. “Turn,” he murmured. “I want to see your face.” A low growl escaped him before he could bite it back. “Your breasts.”

She turned then, slowly through the water, rounding to face him.

He sucked in his breath, his heart slamming against his chest. She was stunning and glorious. The beads of water rolling down her golden body sparkled in the sun. She glistened. All natural. No makeup. No artifice. Everything a female should be. And more. Much more.

Another pheromone cloud engulfed him. Her eyes went large and rounded, as if she guessed she’d zapped him with her hormonal lures, but couldn’t help emitting her sex juice any more than he could. Her nose twitched and she sighed, as if enveloped in a vat of melted chocolate, or whatever the fuck his own mating scent smelled like. He could only hope he gave off an aroma as rich and delicious as she did.

He struggled to control the raw savagery of his attraction and had to tear his eyes from her face. But her breasts…God, her breasts. Full and high, the exact size to fill his large hands, rose tips jutting toward him. He remembered how she’d touched herself, how much he’d wanted to replace her hands with his. Hell. He wanted to bury his face between those breasts, lapping at her, licking and sucking, take each one into his mouth, between his lips, grazing the pointed nipples with his teeth until he tore moans of delight from her.

His throat closed, his tongue swelling, filling his suddenly dry mouth, cutting off his ability to utter either animal sounds or inane words. After a beat or two of silence, she glanced away.

“What do you think?” Not shy exactly. Expectant. An undercurrent of doubt laced her question, as if she could not bear to disappoint him, and did not know what to make of his continued speechlessness.

“Perfect.” He rubbed his eyes. “Ah, Christ. You’re perfect.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are to me.”

 

About the Author

Taryn Kincaid is a former award-winning reporter and columnist, covering everything from fires and homicides, to corrupt politicians and hero dogs. Nowadays, she haunts courthouses (in least paranormal way).

She is the author of the Sleepy Hollow series–LIGHTNING,THUNDER,FROST,HEAT WAVE and IN FROM THE COLD — sexy paranormal romances for Decadent Publishing’s popular 1Night Stand series; BLIZZARD, a short erotic romance for Decadent’s The Edge line; HEALING HEARTS, a Regency romance from Carina Press, and SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS, an erotic paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press. Books 1-4 of her Sleepy Hollow series, plus Blizzard, have been compiled in the SLEEPY HOLLOW edition, available in paperback and digital formats.

Coming January 30, 2015, WOLF’S SONG, a sexy paranormal romance for Decadent Publishing’s new Black Hills Wolves shifter line. And coming February 24, 2015 from Fated Desires Publishing, IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, a contemporary foodie romanceCheck out the fun videos for Thunder, Lightning and Frost.

Visit Taryn at her website http://tarynkincaid.com, or her blog http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com, as well as Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.

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A rancher, a CEO, and a horse therapist… FOR RUBY’S LOVE by @Starla_Kaye & a #contest!

For Ruby’s Love by Starla KayeA rancher, a CEO, and a horse therapist…anything in common?

FOR RUBY’S LOVE

by Starla Kaye

Calhoun’s a simple cowboy with more problems in his life than he can handle at the moment. After nearly two years, he struggles to hang onto a relationship with Daniel, his first male lover. Daniel is worried about him because of the fire, his concern for his prized breeding mare, and because he is determined to buy the neighboring ranch to expand. But Daniel isn’t a businessman without goals of his own for expansion, a fact that frustrates Calhoun as well. He doesn’t want to lose Daniel, but will their differences finally be too much?

Daniel considers himself a lucky man to have met the rancher, someone almost his opposite and someone who he doesn’t want to live without. Standing beside the moody Calhoun has been difficult since the fire that burned down a horse barn, took the lives of two valuable horses, and traumatized a favored mare. Along with all of that, his harried friend is determined to expand his ranch holdings. Daniel is against the purchase and would prefer to find a way to slow the man down. Lately, he’s also begun worrying if maybe he isn’t enough to satisfy his lover’s needs.

Complicating everything even more, Ruby shows up later than expected at Calhoun’s ranch to honor a job as a horse therapist that her father had agreed to before his sudden death. She knows what happened to the mare and is certain she can help her, if given the chance. But the stubborn rancher can’t get past the idea of her being a woman, someone not strong enough to work with such a damaged horse. They butt heads over the matter until she finds an ally in Daniel. He is concerned and yet believes in her abilities. Another problem arises, though. She and Calhoun have been skirting around an unwanted attraction, and then she discovers another surprising interest between her and Daniel.

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“By the way, I’m Daniel Patterson. His…friend.”

She wondered at his hesitation and the way he glanced up at Cordell. The cowboy tensed a second and nodded as if they’d made some kind of silent agreement. Whatever was going on between them didn’t matter two cents to her. She kept out of other people’s personal business, but she sensed they were more than friends.

Having Mr. Rough Tough Cowboy standing there, tapping his boot, annoyed her. The walk here had done her in; sitting down made her realize that even more. But he wouldn’t be satisfied to give her any kind of peace. He wanted to go nose-to-nose about her lateness and the situation with her father.

“Would you sit down,” she grumbled, looking right at him. “If you just stop glowering at me, I’ll talk.”

To her surprise, a faint hint of red spread beneath his sexy-as-heck day-or-so’s worth of beard stubble. He tossed her coat on the nearby recliner and sat in the other chair.

“I apologize for acting like a….” He seemed at a loss for a description of his rather rude behavior.

Helpful, she supplied one. “An ass.”

He blinked. The action smoothed the crow’s feet at the corners of his brown eyes. She noted a hint of amusement before it disappeared.

Daniel guffawed, capturing her attention.

She thought about how much she liked this man, even with only limited impressions so far. Generally, she wasn’t drawn to a man like him, GQ perfect, cultured, and mannered. He could teach the cowboy a lot, if given the chance. As a down-to-earth woman, earthy men were her weakness. Yet, something about him appealed to her.

Not wanting to think along those lines, she glanced back at the rancher with his tousled, dark hair and her foolish heart skipped a beat. Oh great! He’d been pretty surly so far, but that was largely her fault. Besides, she’d always been attracted to a cowboy in faded, worn jeans that hugged long, muscled legs and showed off his taut ass, like his boot-cut jeans.

She didn’t want to be thinking about him either. She was exhausted, that was all. Well, and she’d become too focused on the fact she was still a v-i-r-g-i-n, in big capital letters. Until losing her father, they’d stayed so busy she’d never taken time for more than some innocent kissing and minor petting. Her father had done his best to keep the flirtatious cowboys they ran into away from her. But her life had changed, her hormones were going crazy. She lusted, yearned, and was half-blinded with curiosity about the whole male/female relationship thing. Dangerous business.

Heaving a disgusted sigh, she shoved the irrational notions away to deal with at a better time. You’re here on business. You’d best remember that, Ruby Tuesday McMurtry.

“Are you all right?” Daniel asked when she’d been quiet too long.

Her face heated. “Yes, sorry, zoned out there for a second.”

She looked straight at Cordell and decided to cut him some slack. “Think we could start over? I won’t act testy and you won’t act all gruff.” She pulled out the warmest smile she could muster. “I apologize for showing up late today. My truck ran out of gas down on your ranch road. So I hotfooted it here.”

“You could have called me.” He studied her with a creased brow and narrowed eyes. “I would have gone to get you.”

Avoiding his annoyed gaze, she glanced at the bag she’d set down next to her chair. “If I’d remembered to charge my cell phone last night, I would have.” She looked up and added, “And, no, I don’t have a car charger. Lost it somewhere, and I haven’t gotten around to getting another one.”

 

About the Author

Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories.

Starla writes for Decadent Publishing, Black Velvet Seductions, and Blushing Books.

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GiveawayCONTEST: In honor of my spunky cowgirl, I am giving away a sign proclaiming “Every cowgirl needs a cowboy…someone has to clean the stalls!” Leave a comment and include your email address. One lucky commenter will be chosen on February 4th.

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No time for Desire… or Love in COLD HARD JUSTICE by @Karly_Germain #shifter #MMromance

Cold Hard Justice by Carly GermainCold Hard Justice

by Karly Germain

Evernight Publishing Jan 21, 2015

Book #4 Umbra Shifters (conclusion)

Word Count: Approx 15,700

MM Erotic Romance/Paranormal/Shifters/Suspense

Blurb: Undercover work sucked. As a shadow hunter for the Umbra, Justice Cameron was used to sliding into one dangerous situation after another. Infiltrating the motorcycle club, Pride of Kings, to wrap up two outstanding cases should have been quick and painless, turns out it was anything but. Justice didn’t count on Ethan Stone’s son, Xavier, to complicate his assignment.

Xavier Lennox doesn’t care for the ‘lion pride’ way of life, so the scarred, shy loner keeps to himself, living a quiet life in a small cabin at the edge of the MC compound. He ‘fixes broken things’, and no one is more broken than Justice. When Xavier finds Justice beaten on his doorstep, he never imagined he would feel such a potent connection. The big, gruff alpha fascinates Xavier, and it turns out, the attraction is mutual.

The shadow hunter is there for one reason only. No time for complications. No time for desire…or love. Or so he tells himself, because he’s there to mete out…cold, hard justice.

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EXCERPT: (PG-13)

Justice had slept last night with a cold compress on his right eye and it must have helped, as he opened both and stared at him. His eyes were a dark brown, darker than his own, but lying this close he could see flecks of gold in the irises. Beautiful.

“You slept all afternoon, and I found Levon asleep on your chest. It seems you’ve made a fast friend.”

Justice stroked Xavier’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Not just the cat, I hope.”

He leaned in to the touch. “No. Not just the cat.”

Justice explored the raised scars on his left cheek. “How did this happen? Looks like…”

“A stove burner?”

“Yeah.” Justice frowned. “Who hurt you?”

Something warm and tender bloomed inside Xavier. Justice cared. Hope also bloomed. Justice spoke the truth at breakfast. The mate connection could be accepted or rejected. Oh, God. How he wanted them to both accept it. Such a soul bond should not be ignored. It should be nurtured and cherished.

“My stepbrother, Rex. We were eight. You know kids. I invaded his space, touched his things. Actually, I think he was sorry afterward, in his way. He hasn’t hurt me since. He has…anger issues. Amongst other things.” Xavier laced his fingers through Justice’s. Such big hands. So warm. So gentle. Instinctively, he knew Justice would never harm him physically. His heart was another matter.

“Your brother sounds like an asshole.” Justice growled.

“He is. Here’s the surprising thing. I love him in spite of it. Though we’re not close and have very little in common, we are blood. Tainted blood, it seems.”

Justice’s eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”

Xavier laughed brokenly. “Not sure I want to say. There is something between you and me and if I tell you, it may kill it. I know this is all too fast, but it’s the shifter way. I want you in my life, Justice. I want us to maybe…at some point…become mates.”

****

That Justice did not expect. At least, not yet. Sure, there was something between them, but…mates? Admiration took root deep inside Justice. Kudos to Xavier for just putting it out there. No bullshit with this guy. It was refreshing, but how to answer? Maybe he should take a page from Xavier’s book and be honest. After witnessing the mate connections between the Stones and the McNamees, seeing the love, respect, and the mutual desire which pulsated all around them, he began to long for such a commitment in his life. Suddenly, his undercover position became as complicated as shit.

“I’m not used to factoring in another person in my decisions. Nor am I used to baring my soul. Mates? Jesus, big step. I’m not dismissing it. But I think we should get to know each other better first.” Justice winced inwardly. How friggin’ lame.

“I agree.” Xavier leaned in and kissed him. The electric charge that shot through Justice at the gentle pressure of Xavier’s warm lips stunned him. Justice moaned and deepened the kiss, and his cock grew hard. God, he ached for this guy.

“Lay back. Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I care. I will be gentle, I promise. Let me…love you.” Xavier whispered.

Justice slammed his eyes shut so Xavier could not see the yearning in them. No one, in all his fifty-two rough-and-tumble years of living had ever said those words to him. He let the potent, emotional words seep into the very marrow of his bones.

Also by Karly Germain 

WICKED HOT KILL – #3 in the Umbra Shifters

STONE COLD BEAST – #2 in The Umbra Shifters

HIS GREAT DANE – #1 in The Umbra Shifters

Look for the short story in The Umbra Shifters ‘His Great Dane’ in  in the bestselling ‘Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition’

 

About the Author

An erotic romance writer, Karly believes romance is for everyone, and she loves to explore every facet and emotion involved regardless of gender or number of partners. The more heat and spice, the better. Happily ever afters are a must. So are shirtless, hunky men.

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