Monday, April 5, 2010
Mondays Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene
This week’s sexy smutty scene is from Kamikaze by Moira Rogers. It’s the first of the Last Call series and today it’s the free download over at All Romance eBooks. You can find Kamikaze here.
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This is the complete list:
April 1 – Wild Within by Mima
April 2 – Slave by Cheryl Brooks
April 3 – All Play and No Work by Carol Lynne
April 4 – The Arrangement by Cat Grant
April 5 – Kamikaze by Moira Rogers
April 6 – My Deepest Love: Zack by Marie Rochelle
April 7 – The Edge of Morning by Desiree Holt
April 8 – My Soul To Keep by Dianna Hunter
April 9 – Love Means No Shame by Andrew Grey
April 10 - Pentacles of Magick: The Bonding by Eliza Gayle
April 11 – Seduction by Aubrey Ross
April 12 – One Night In Boston by Allie Boniface
April 13 – Untamed Hearts: Feral Heat by Jenna Byrnes & Jude Mason
April 14 – SEALed With a Kiss by Mary Margret Daughtridge
April 15 – Regina in the Sun by R.G. Alexander
April 16 – The Third Wish by K.F. Zuzulo
April 17 – Truth or Dare by Leigh Ellwood
April 18 – My Heart is Within You by Marguerite Labbe
April 19 – Unholy Night by Candice Gilmer
April 20 – Play With Me by Leslie Kelly
April 21 – 50 Ways to Hex Your Lover by Linda Wisdom
This week’s very smuttalicious scene is from page 8-11 from Kamikaze. Meet werewolf in heat Zoe and her mate to be Connor:
She stepped back against him, molding her body to his. Her ass rubbed against his cock as she shimmied a little in time with the music. “Dance with me.” Her hand came up and snatched the key away, and she shoved it into her front pocket this time as she ground back against him.
He set his beer bottle on a table at the edge of the dance floor, not caring that it was occupied, and wrapped his hands around her hips. “What’s your name, Kamikaze?”
“Zoe.” She hitched in a breath and slid her hands over his, and he could feel the barely leashed need in her, already threatening to boil over. She gasped as she rubbed back against him again, and when she spoke, it was low and breathless. “What’s your name?”
“Connor.” He thrust against her ass and she drew a sharp breath. “Do you really want to dance?” He trailed his lips over her neck and nibbled at the soft skin.
One of the men to the left growled a soft challenge. Zoe twisted in his arms and pressed against him, and he felt those gorgeous breasts rub against his chest. “Three days,” she panted in a hoarse voice. “It started three days ago. Can you make it stop?”
“Jesus, sweetheart.” Three days of the kind of clawing desire that would accompany her heat cycle? He shook his head and squeezed her ass with both hands. “Might take a miracle, but I will do my level best.”
She whimpered and stretched up, trying to rub her hips against his. “Take me upstairs. Take me.”
He kissed her, hard, for just a second, ignoring the whoops and whistles from the crowd. “Give me the key.”
Huge, glazed blue eyes stared up at him as she fumbled at her pocket. She pressed the key into his hand with another soft noise, half-plea and half-command and not the least bit human.
He tried not to breathe through his nose as he dragged her off toward the elevator. Her scent, especially now that she was fully aroused, scrambled his brain, making rutting sex on the floor of the hallway seem like a good idea. “Hold on until we get up to the room,” he muttered, but he wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself.
She was on him before the dull metal doors of the elevator slid shut. Small, surprisingly strong hands dragged at his shirt as she pressed him back against the wall and rose up on her toes. She was short, too short to really reach his mouth, but her lips landed on his chin and she licked it with a low moan.
He snatched her up and turned at the same time, pinning her against the wall. “I said to wait.” He bit her chin and growled a warning.
Her body melted against him, all soft submission that was a thousand times harder to resist. Her head tilted to the side, revealing the smooth, vulnerable line of her neck, and she moaned. “The only way you’ll get me to sit still is to tie me the fuck down.”
Connor bit her neck. “Our room should be well-stocked for that.”
She moaned again, the noise nearly drowning out the sound of the doors sliding open. “Just make me come. God, God I need to come… I tried by myself, I tried and I tried and it just made it worse…”
Which showed how little she knew about things. He fought down a surge of conscience as he walked out of the elevator and headed down the hall with her still wrapped around his body. “Are you new at this or something?”
He had to repeat the question before she looked on him, obviously struggling to focus. “I -- It’s the second time, but last time I had -- had a boyfriend who knew how to help…”
Connor nodded absently as he shifted her weight to one hand and slid the electronic key into its slot. “I know how to help, too.” He shouldered open the door, then kicked it closed behind them.
The room was one of their most basic, not much more than a luxurious bed and a heavy cabinet in the corner. Not many of the werewolves in Zoe’s position really gave a damn about the bells and whistles that came with some of the other suites.
Shit. Neither do I right now. Her scent filled his nostrils, wet and musky, and he nearly stumbled as he crossed to the bed and dropped her on it.
She twisted as soon as her back hit the bed, wiggling onto her stomach and then pushing up to her hands and knees. “Now, now --God please --”
Connor clenched his jaw and reached around her to yank at the button on her jeans. Her desperation fed his, and his hands trembled. He could get her off and ease some of her need, but he knew that only having him deep inside her would really satisfy her. “Everything? Now?”
Zoe rocked backwards with another desperate noise. Her ass rubbed against his cock and she dropped her head. “Talk later. God just… just fuck me so I can think --”
He dragged her pants and underwear down at the same time. Slow down -- Once she was bare to his view, most of his brain shut down, leaving only instinct to guide him. He tore at his own clothes, finally grasping her waist and thrusting inside her in one rough snap of his hips.
Moira Rogers’ weblog and website
Kamikaze: Werewolf in heat, looking for a temporary mate.
The chase is on, and security specialist Connor O’Malley intends to win, if only because the sweet young woman at the bar looks unprepared for what the night might bring, in and out of the bedroom. Little does he know that, when he catches her, he may not be satisfied being just a temporary mate.