Tuesday, September 23, 2014

AT SECOND GLANCE by Vicki Ballante

Please welcome Vicki Ballante to the blog today as she celebrates her new release At Second Glance!

Four years after her divorce, Merryn decides she’s ready to find someone. Joining an online singles site, she connects with the perfect guy. Funny, sexy, sensitive. When he suggests they meet, excitement compels her to say yes.

Kirk pines for his ex-wife, but realizes he must move forward. After several stimulating online chats, he believes she might be the one for him. Smart, sexy, willing to experiment and learn. But when he happens across his ex, all his plans fly out the window.

Will Merryn learn to relax and have fun without giving her heart? Can Kirk forget the past and become the man he longs to be?

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While the warm spray fell on her, he came up behind her, his male form tight against her. She gave a shaky sigh, longing rising within her again. He pressed his erection against her backside cheeks and eased in between them. She liked the sensation of pressure against her butt, teasing her crack. Was she ready to explore this?

“Tell me if you wish for me to stop.”


He kissed the back of her neck, the roughness of his slight stubble sending shivers down her spine. She arched her neck, and his cock hardened, entering her crack, enticing her. She twisted under his touch, the water making them slick and smooth against each other. Their bodies writhed together, and she spun around for him to put his dick into her. Her wet breasts rubbed his chest. He gave her a tentative kiss, tasting her mouth with his tongue. Fire shot into her belly as their tongues connected, but he didn’t thrust into her yet. As he slicked his torso against her nipples roughly, tingles of pleasure made delirium take over. Every part of her sexuality thrilled.

“Wait.” He stepped out of the shower, dripping wet puddles on a path to the room. He came back with another condom.

Her body was impatient. How could she wait? He came back to her and picked up where he left off, this time bringing his cock towards her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to take him inside her. With the moisture of the shower, he sank in with ease, the angle sending shards of pleasure through her core. He thrust gently at first, then more fervently. She could do nothing but groan as she climaxed, the sound of Kirk’s moans matching hers, his body thrashing against hers.

Exhausted, she soaped herself with her back to him, unable to face Kirk yet. She felt almost embarrassed at the way her wanton behavior took over.

Would he know how long she had wanted this? How she wished she had given them more of a chance? Or how much she still needed him? Could he know she’d dreamed about him at night in her sleep? Upon waking up, she’d regarded those dreams as crazy remnants of a disturbed marriage.

He picked up a facecloth and foamed it with soap. He rubbed it down her back, arms, legs, and derriere, all the while touching her gently with his body. Oh, how good his touch felt. Why couldn’t he have done this before, when she really needed it? The intimacy brought tears to her eyes, clogging her throat.

His reached his soaped hands around and cupped her breasts. She sighed with contentment. She’d needed his touch, his hands upon her in a perfect combination of firmness and gentleness. He showed no impatience or roughness except at their height of passion. Instead giving off all warmth and fire and sweet pleasure.

Was it the wretched wedding ring that had wrung out all the passion? Or had she changed? And he? There were no solid answers. She’d promised herself there wouldn’t be any emotional attachment. She had to leave before she wanted to stay the whole night. Without giving away her sudden panic, she stood under the spray to rinse, stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried herself. While he soaped himself, she dressed and sat on the couch to wait for him, rubbing her hair with her fingertips to take out the intense moisture. Panic rose in her throat.

“Hi.” He came to the room, his hair glistening, his face relaxed, and a shy grin on his face.

A twinge of nausea ran through her. What had she just done? She’d made love to Kirk, her ex-husband, twice in one night, and had intimate contact in the shower. She’d bared a very personal need and part of her soul to the man she’d grown to hate years ago. He would expect more. His tenderness a few minutes ago had indicated that. She wasn’t ready for more. She’d already given him a part of her heart again. A part he could wring into a hurtful ball.

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About the Author

Vicki writes erotic and fantasy romance. She loves taking her characters into an alternate world where strange and sexy things happen. She lives with her patient husband and three noisy kids in South Africa. In between being a busy stay-at-home Mom who hates housework and spends half her life cooking everything from scratch, she runs several blogs, writes under another name, and buries herself in the delightful world of her characters. When growing up, her school friends asked her if she wanted to be a nun. She always said “no.” Wonder whether they’d agree if they read her books.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

#MySexySaturday ~ Plaisir


My Sexy Saturday is a chance to share sexy moments from a WIP, upcoming release, or previously published work. Post 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs...whatever works for you! Check out the participants here.

Welcome back and hello to the newcomers! This week I'm sharing a snippet from Plaisir. A short story in the Dreams and Nightmares Anthology. It will be available by itself at the beginning of October!! I hope you enjoy.

Kelsey’s focus was on nothing but the men on either side of her. Tate was laughing at something Griffyn had said. She shivered when Griffyn’s hand rubbed her thigh. Tate’s arm was over her shoulder.

“Kelsey, babe, I’m so glad you came to lunch. One night wasn’t enough.” Griffyn gave her a soul-searing kiss.

“Me too, Griffyn. I don’t know where we go from here, but one night wasn’t enough for me either.”

See you next week!

Monday, September 15, 2014

Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop

Thanks for stopping by!! I hope you are enjoying the Fairy Tale Magic blog hop. Once you're done here make sure you check out the rest of the stops. There are some great giveaways.

I'm part of the Beyond Fairytales line with Decadent Publishing. So today, I'm sharing a (unedited) snippet from my upcoming tale, Saving Sultan.  It's coming soon from Decadent Publishing.

Dillon Sultan never imagined he might some day lose Sultan Ranch. He’s got one month to find the money needed to keep bank from taking his family’s land. One month to find a miracle.

Liam Callahan hasn’t talked to Dillon Sultan since the night they kissed six years ago. Now he’s got a chance to make things right and catch the man of his dreams. But first, he has to help Dillon figure out a way to keep Sultan Ranch.

When Dillon is offered the miracle he hoped for, it comes with a price. Can he pay the price to save Sultan Ranch, or will he lose the land he loves?

Come on, Dillon. Stay. Quit fighting what your heart wants. Besides, you wouldn’t have agreed at first if this wasn’t right.”

His heart! Fighting? Since Liam had lifted his weight off Dillon’s back his desire had turned to confusion and now anger. One night. No promises. Liam had agreed. Now he tried to talk him into staying. And I want to. He’s right. But this is wrong.

Dillon jerked his arms through his shirt and began buttoning it. Have to get out of here. Go home. Figure out a way to make some money. Thankfully he had yet to kick off his boots. He rushed to the door then stopped to look over his shoulder once more. Bad idea.

Liam had propped himself against the couch, still naked. A grim look on his face. “Don’t leave, Dillon. You’re worried about the money. Let me help. It’s not as if you can do anything about it tonight.”

He couldn’t. But sleeping over couldn’t happen either. Why not? He argued silently. Because…. Every argument he’d planned to use disappeared as he stared at Liam’s chest, his thighs, his broad shoulders. Liam’s muscles flexed when he crossed his arms over his chest.

Dillon studied his face. Another mistake. Liam’s red, puffy lips reminded him of their kisses, the way he’d taken Dillon moments ago. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Stay or go?” Dillon whispered.

“Stay. Let me help.” Liam had Dillon in his arms before he had a chance to escape.

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