Happy Gay Friday & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Summerschool by Tam Ames

While I'm still doing the lazy vacation thing in Greece, I've gotten Tam's permission to post a little teaser from her latest m/m release Summer School. It's the first 'Sexy, Smutty Scene' feature I'm posting since a long time, but I hope to do it on a more regular base again in the future. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to search for one of those scenes! Here's a very hot encounter from Summer School by Tam Ames. I love the battle for control and the level of anticipation between the characters Jeremy and Lucas. Enjoy!

Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from A Shared Range by Andrew Grey

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This week’s sexy scene is from A Shared Range by Andrew Grey, an m/m novel I’m reading at the moment. I’ve actually almost finished it and so far it’s a very good read. I had this on my ereader for almost two months and somehow I didn’t feel like reading it, until yesterday! Since I’m going to review it, I felt I had to wait for the right moment to give the book a fair chance. I don’t know if it makes sense but I always try to read my review copies when I’m (sort of) in the mood for them. :)
Now, I’m wondering why I haven’t started A Shared Range sooner, because it’s very engaging and charming.
Hope you enjoy the scene!


“
Inside the house, all was quiet, and as soon as the door closed, Wally was encased in those strong arms. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
Dakota kissed him again, and Wally nodded slowly against the lips. He felt rather than saw Dakota’s smile just before he was lifted off his feet. Wally wrapped his legs around Dakota’s waist, continuing their kissing as Dakota walked them to his bedroom, closing the door behind then with a click before setting him on the bed.
Wally held on as they continued kissing, his back pressing into the mattress, Dakota’s weight surrounding him. Wally wrapped his arms around Dakota’s neck as a hand slid beneath his shirt, sliding over his chest. “I knew you’d feel this good,” Dakota murmured between kisses as his hand made small circles on Wally’s stomach. Wally groaned and arched into the touch… well, as much as he could with two hundred pounds of solid man pressing against him.
Dakota’s shoes hit the floor, and Wally’s followed as Dakota tugged his shirt up, fingers circling his nipples. “Kota….” Wally whined as the roving hand slid down his stomach, teasing at the waist of his pants.
“I’m going to take my time.” Dakota’s voice wrapped around him like a blanket, and then those lips sucked lightly behind his ear and down his neck. Wally felt himself shaking as Dakota’s lips continued their travels down his chest to one of his nipples. Wally’s hands worked through Dakota’s hair, adding pressure, wanting more, desperately. “You need patience.” Dakota lifted Wally’s arms above his head, holding them against the mattress. “That’s better.” Dakota’s eyes raked down Wally’s skin.
“Kota, that’s not fair….” Wally’s words trailed off as his nipple was sucked again. Throwing his head back, he cried out softly as Dakota’s hot tongue swirled around his now-hard bud. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good.” Dakota released his hands. “Keep them there, okay?” Wally didn’t have time to respond as Dakota opened Wally’s belt, parting the fabric of Wally’s pants. A hand slid down Wally’s skin, fingers circling his shaft. Wally thrust forward and sighed as Dakota gripped him, tugging him slowly. “I love how smooth your skin is.” Dakota ran his tongue along Wally’s stomach, and Wally shivered with pleasure; then the fingers slipped away, along with Dakota’s weight.
”

Andrew Grey’s website | on Goodreads
Buy A Shared Range here

Backblurb A Shared Range:

After a year in medical school, Dakota Holden returned home to take care of the family business full time and help his father cope with multiple sclerosis. Devoted to his family, Dakota allows himself just one week of vacation a year, which he spends in some exotic location having all the fun he can stand. On his last vacation, a cruise, Dakota struck up a friendship with Phillip Reardon, and it fills an important role in Dakota’s life.


So when Phillip decides to take Dakota up on his invitation to visit the ranch, Dakota is happy to see him and meet his veterinarian friend, Wally Schumacher. Despite Wally’s inclination to help the wolves Dakota’s men shoot to protect the cattle, he and Dakota find they have a lot in common, including a fierce attraction. But they’ll have to decide if the Wyoming range is big enough for Dakota’s cattle, Wally’s wolves, and their love.

Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Cowgirls Don’t Cry by Lorelei James

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This week’s sexy scene is from Cowgirls Don’t Cry by Lorelei James, the tenth installment in her Rough Riders series, which was released last week. I love this series and every new installment is an auto buy for me. The main characters Brandt and Jessie were already introduced in the previous book Raising Kane, circling around each other, and in this next scene they’re finally getting to the serious business. Hope you enjoy the scene!


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Finally, Brandt pushed to his feet. His dark eyes remained on hers as he deftly skirted the coffee table and the pile of Landon’s toys. He stopped in front of her, his big hands clenched at his sides. “Starting tonight, but especially this first time, I call the shots. All of them. I own your sexuality. We clear?”

Talk about being the big, bad wolf. Jessie nodded.

“Say the word so there’s no misunderstanding between us.”

She swallowed and said, “Yes.”

Brandt slanted his mouth over hers. But he didn’t kiss her with lust-fueled passion. He drank her in—

with his eyes, with the short, choppy breaths he pulled into his lungs. Although Jessie was pretty sure he wanted to take a possessive kiss, he didn’t, which indicated his monumental control.

His tongue darted out and slid along the plump inside curve of her bottom lip. A leisurely, sensuous glide across the sensitive flesh that caused her mouth to tremble even as her lips parted in invitation. But he didn’t dive in for a greedy, openmouthed kiss. He lightly swept his damp lips over hers. Repeatedly. Male hunger and hot breath, tempered with softness that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. He gauged her responses and inched closer, but didn’t allow their bodies to touch. Heat shimmered between them.

Jessie actually felt dizzy from want. What would he do if she fisted her hands in his T-shirt and just took the kiss she craved? His warning, This first time, I call the shots, forced her to truly surrender to him. And that’s when Brandt kissed her.

Holy mother of God did the man lay a kiss on her. His hands framed her face with utmost gentleness as his mouth conquered hers. Dominated. Destroyed. Ignited.

After several minutes of proving his mastery, Brandt changed the angle of his head, taking the kiss from fiery to flirty. Sucking on her tongue. Nibbling on the very edges of her lips. Kissing the corners of her smile.

[…]

“What are you thinkin’ about so hard?”

“Not thinking about anything but you, Brandt.”

“Such pretty words from such a pretty mouth.” He used the tip of his finger to trace the contours of her lips. “Do you have any idea how jealous I was that night at the lake? Seein’ you on your knees in front of that little fucking prick, Mike?”

“I don’t remember much from that part of the night.”

“I do, and I wanna erase that mental image of you with another man’s cock in your throat. All I want to remember is the image of my cock in your throat. Your mouth on my dick.” Brandt unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Eased both to the floor without losing eye contact with her. What a rush, seeing Brandt’s take-charge side. In the last week she’d been thinking a lot about the kind of lover he’d be. And thank God sugarcoating his demands wasn’t his style. She barely got a peek at his cock before he commanded, “Hands on my thighs.” He grasped the base of his dick in his right hand and rubbed his cockhead across her lips. “Open.”

Jessie let her eyes drift shut in anticipation of tasting him, of pleasing him, of pleasing herself by admitting how much she wanted this, wanted him.

His gentleness during the slow glide across her lips, over her teeth and across her tongue, surprised her. As did the loving way he framed her face in his hands, sweeping his thumbs over her hollowed cheeks up to her temple. “Beautiful.”
”

Lorelei James’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Cowgirls Don’t Cry here

Backblurb Cowgirls Don’t Cry:

Good girls can play rough too…
Rough Riders, Book 10

Jessie McKay has accepted her marriage to Luke McKay wasn’t perfect. After two years of widowhood, she’s ready to kick up her bootheels—until Luke’s younger brother shows up to spoil her fun. But if Brandt thinks she’ll ever take orders from another McKay male, he’s got manure for brains.
Brandt McKay has avoided his sweet, sexy sister-in-law ever since the night he confessed his feelings for her weren’t the brotherly type. Unexpectedly faced with proof of Luke’s infidelity, Brandt is forced to ask for Jessie’s help in taking care of Luke’s young son. Jessie agrees on one condition—she wants Brandt’s boots exclusively under her bed for the duration.
The sexual heat that’s always simmered between them ignites. Brandt is determined to make the temporary situation permanent, proving to Jessie he’s a one-woman man. And Jessie is shaken by feelings she’s sworn never to have again for any man…especially not a McKay.
Warning: Contains branding-iron-hot sex, the one McKay on earth who wants to be tamed, and a woman who’s decided tame is for nice girls who finish last.


Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Heart Doctor by Drew Zachary

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This week’s sexy scene is from Heart Doctor by Drew Zachary, an M/M story that I’m reading at the moment. The scene is describing the first time the heroes, Drey and Brady, sleep together (around page 35). I’m about halfway the book and so far I’m really enjoying their chemistry and sense of humor. Hope you enjoy the scene!


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"Here you go," Brady said, trying to pour and watch at the same time. "Supper was amazing, thank you." When he sat down again, he was sure to sit really close, wine glass in hand.

Drey took a sip of his wine. "Good enough to get a kiss as a reward?"

"Oh, hell, yes." Brady leaned in and kissed his mouth softly, taking his time about it. Good food and good kisses should never be rushed. Drey's wine glass clinked as it hit the coffee table, and then Drey's hands slid across his cheeks and through his hair, holding him in place as Drey deepened the kiss.

Oh, damn. That was nice. Brady let Drey take control of it and concentrated on keeping his own wine from spilling and kissing back, in equal measures. Drey tasted like the wine and like curry, every bit exotic and heady. Drey played with his tongue, stroking it and licking it, and then coaxing it back into Drey's mouth. That was when Drey started sucking it.

Brady groaned and leaned, hoping to get the wine glass on the table without dropping it and without breaking the kiss. He was reasonably sure he'd done it when the glass was out of his hand and hadn't made any unpleasant sounds at all. Hands free, he turned a bit toward Drey and dove into the kiss, his hands carding through Drey's hair before sliding over Drey's shoulders.

As if his touch gave Drey permission, Drey's hands suddenly slid down from his head, over his back.

"Uh-huh." Brady heard his own voice and smiled into the kiss. He hadn't meant to say anything at all, but there it was. He kissed Drey again, heard an explosion from the TV, and decided to ignore Bruce. He had a real, live, very warm man right there, practically underneath him.

Drey tugged up his shirt, fingers gliding over bare skin at his lower back. It could have tickled, but Drey's touch was firm enough that it merely spurred Brady on; he turned a bit more and tugged at Drey's hip, urging Drey to lean back on the couch. "This okay?" he asked, transferring his kisses from Drey's mouth to the warm skin under Drey's ear.

"Are you kidding? More than." Drey shifted a little and then Brady was lying on Drey, their bodies pressed close together.

Brady made another sound and rubbed. He could feel Drey's erection, hard and warm, and his own was nestled alongside. Making out on the couch was definitely a good way to spend a portion of the evening, Brady figured. Every sense he had was happy and engaged.

Drey rucked his shirt up higher, fingers exploring his skin, following every bump, every dip as low, happy sounds came out of them both. The room was getting warmer. Brady shifted his weight a little, moved one knee to better balance, and suddenly the room was hot as his cock got just the right angle. "Oh, God." He was sure he was flushed, but he didn't care. Drey felt incredible against him and kissed well enough to win awards.
”

Backblurb Heart Doctor:

Drey Banerjee, head nurse on the cardiac floor at City Hospital, loves his job. He loves it even more when heart doctor Brady MacDonald joins the team. Brady is cute, good at his job, and also gay. Soon the two are flirting like crazy and Drey's showing Brady the ropes, the local diner, his bedroom…

Brady's got rules, though, about not dating his co-workers. Not to mention the hospital frowns on fraternization between employees who work the same floor. Where does that leave Drey and Brady when innocent flirting begins leading to much, much more? With a cast of secondary characters egging Drey and Brady on, Heart Doctor is a heartwarming and delightful tale of falling in love.


Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene inspired by Beyond Eden by Kele Moon

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This week’s sexy scene is from Beyond Eden by Kele Moon, a BDSM ménage story (m/m/f), which inspired me for today's Hot Couple picture. :)
When I looked for a sexy, smutty scene for today’s post I thought I could take a quick peek at this novel, that I bought after Leontine raved about it a short while ago. But from the moment I read the first page I couldn’t put it down anymore. It had me engrossed majorly! The three main characters are introduced in an engaging way with the use of authentic dialogues. I can’t wait to pick this book up again tonight. The next scene is from the beginning of the book (p. 30 of 263) in which the two male protags are sharing a shower. *fans self*
Enjoy!


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  Now it was Danny’s turn to suck in a sharp breath of arousal as icy-hot desire poured over his body, making every nerve stand on end. He reached out and grabbed Paul, jerking him into the shower. He dropped the condom, pulled the shower door closed and then fisted one hand tightly in Paul’s hair. Danny forced Paul’s head back and looked down at him, seeing the way his pupils had dilated in desire. Paul didn’t fight him. He stood there stoically, his breathing rapid with Danny’s fingers tangled painfully in his hair. The thrum of the shower beating against the tiles, the raspy breathing of both of them, the way Paul’s eyes showed his emotions so clearly, making it obvious he had suffered as badly as Danny had over the past many weeks, it all collided together inside him and his gut clenched with the force of his lust. He needed a clear head when he was with Paul but it was impossible right then.
  Danny crushed his lips against Paul’s because he couldn’t wait another moment and he’d given up on hope for sanity this time. He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.
  Paul moaned into his mouth. Danny pulled his hair tighter, making him gasp louder and he knew he was making a mistake. He should never, ever fuck him when he was this out of it but he couldn’t resist him. Paul was like a drug and Danny was an addict who would never recover. As long as they both drew breath Paul could come to him and get what he wanted. It was simply impossible for Danny to deny him. Paul could use him forever and they both knew it but right then Danny couldn’t even find it in himself to care.
  He pushed Paul against the wall of the shower and broke the kiss to run his lips down his jawline. Using his grip on Paul’s hair, Danny forced his head to the side, giving him better access. He savored the salty taste to his skin as he dragged his tongue slowly from the sensitive place behind his ear down the line of his neck. He bit hard at the soft spot in the curve of his shoulder, his teeth sinking in and not letting go as Paul’s hips jerked against him and a strangled moan burst out of his chest.
  “D-don’t mark me. I got a date with Trisha,” Paul panted, making it obvious he was barely holding on to his sanity as desire pulsed off him. “Please.”
  Danny ignored him and ran his tongue slowly from the center of Paul’s chest up to the curve on the other side of his neck. He bit hard once more, not quite enough to break the skin, but close. Paul’s knees buckled and he might have fallen if Danny hadn’t wrapped one firm arm around his waist to keep him standing.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Danny said in a voice that brooked no argument.
  Paul put his hands behind his head obediently, his fingers threading together at the base of his skull as he leaned back against the wall and spread his legs as if he planned to stand there for a long time.
Danny admired him, with the water hitting his tan shoulders and flowing in tiny waterfalls from his chest down to the lines of his abdominal muscles. He stepped closer, so their bodies were close enough to feel the warmth off each other. Paul arched, just a hint of movement that betrayed his need to be closer.
  “Your mouth is pissing me off tonight,” Danny said, still looking down at Paul without touching him. “I don’t want you to talk anymore.”
  Paul closed his eyes, his tense shoulders slumping. “Fine.”
  He looked gorgeous right then, with his eyes closed and his strong, beautiful body on display. Trust radiated off him, mixing easily with desire, because he knew Danny would never take advantage of him, never use his desire to be punished and hurt to do more than turn him on.
”

Kele Moon’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Beyond Eden here

Backblurb Beyond Eden:

Three lifelong friends find themselves tangled in a web of love, pain and dangerous secrets in this erotic Garden of Eden tale.
Tall, dark and handsome Danny Carlow has always gotten whatever he wants except for the two he wants more than anything—his best friends, lovers Paul and Eve. Determined, he waits like a snake in the grass, poised for the right moment to offer them a temptation too delicious to resist.
Artist Eve Everton makes the painful decision to leave her true love Paul for the siren call of New York City. Ten years later, with her life in shambles, she returns. When Paul’s waiting arms aren’t available, Eve falls for Danny’s charm and finds herself a willing accomplice in the dangerous games Danny plays.
Former college football star Paul Mattling is now a successful attorney with a bright future ahead of him. But behind those brilliant blue eyes are secret desires for a taste of the forbidden. Will he play it safe or give in to Danny and Eve and bite the apple?

Reader Advisory: Not for the faint of heart, the pain in this story is vivid and real, the emotions even more so. Haunting and poignant, Beyond Eden presents a darker side of BDSM. You might gasp. You might cry. You might find yourself reading it again and again.

Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Pleasure Unbound by Larissa Ione

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I think I’m ready for some more demons. Last week’s sexy scene already was from a demon story (Fearless Desire by Stacey Espino) and this week’s scene is from Pleasure Unbound by Larissa Ione. Like I said yesterday, I want to start reading the Demonica series this month and to get in the mood I looked for a sexy, smutty scene for today’s post. It's from page 237-239.
Enjoy!

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His words must have been exactly what she needed, because she sighed and arched into his touch, the small of her back coming completely off the floor. He should move them to the couch, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and his thoughts of comfort scattered.

Somehow, he managed to get out of his jeans without breaking the scissorlock of her thighs around his hips, managed to divest her of her clothing while her lips were sucking lightly on his collarbone. Her scent rose up, filling his nostrils with the sweet fragrance of arousal. Inhaling deeply, he let the passion high take over until his head swam with lust.

I love it when your eyes change color, she murmured, and he suddenly wanted to kiss her, a real kiss, not one like they’d shared the first time they’d had sex, when she was still in a dream state thanks to Wraith’s head games. Not like the one they’d shared today in the exam room, when he’d been overcome by s’genesis urges.

As though she’d read his mind, her gaze dropped to his mouth, and her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. Gods, he wanted to take her mouth, but there was no way he’d be gentle, what she needed right now.

Careful to avoid her stitches, he dipped his head and tongued a nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her.

You taste like me, he said, savoring his dark essence in the salt of her sweat. He hadn’t come inside her since that day at the hospital, but her body was still processing his fluids, keeping her primed, ultrareceptive. Only me.”

His cock throbbed against her wet entrance, but he resisted the urge to possess her. Not yet. The doctor in him wanted to heal her with his touch more than the demon in him wanted to get off.

That had never happened before.

It scared the hell out of him.

[…]

His blood went south, and animal instinct took over. He pounced, grasped her around the waist, and brought her ass hard against his stomach. His erection pressed against her bottom, and he shook with the need to take her. In his arms, she struggled, and he let her because she needed to think she was resisting and if this was the only way he could have her . . . he sheathed himself inside her in one stroke. She cried out at the sudden invasion, her fingers clawing at the floor as she tried to escape.

The scent of fear, nearly masked by the more potent scent of lust, rose up from her, hitting him upside the head. Sonofabitch, he wasn’t healing her, he was scaring her. His mind told him to stop, but his hips ground into her, his body rebelling against what his head was telling him to do.
”

Backblurb Pleasure Unbound:

In a place where ecstasy can cost you your life . . . She's a demon-slayer who hungers for sensual pleasure-but fears it will always be denied her. Until Tayla Mancuso lands in a hospital run by demons in disguise, and the head doctor, Eidolon, makes her body burn with unslakable desire. But to prove her ultimate loyalty to her peers, she must betray the surgeon who saved her life. Two lovers will dare to risk all.Eidolon cannot resist this fiery, dangerous woman who fills him with both rage and passion. Not only is she his avowed enemy, but she could very well be the hunter who has been preying upon his people. Torn between his need for the truth and his quest to find his perfect mate before a horrific transformation claims him forever, Eidolon will dare the unthinkable-and let Tayla possess him, body and soul . . .


Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Fearless Desires by Stacey Espino

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The next few days I’ll be spending quite some time on the road again, which means not much online-time for me… :(
But I’ve been planning ahead and scheduled a few reviews for the coming days and I’ll be popping in whenever I get the chance.

In the meantime let’s enjoy this week’s hot pic and sexy scene. The scene is from Fearless Desires by Stacey Espino that I’m reading atm. I’m about two thirds into the book, which is the first of a new series (Immortal Love) about a bunch of yummy demon brothers. So far I’m enjoying it very much. Delius, the youngest of the six brothers, and Selina are the stars of this first book.
Enjoy!

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“Selina, are you okay?”
She leaned up onto one elbow, still on her side, and reached out to latch onto the back of his neck. Her touch sent shock waves through his already aroused body. She pulled him closer, her lips parting in anticipation. His logic fizzled away, and his sense of self-preservation was stomped out as she closed the distance between them. One kiss. Her lips were satiny soft like her skin, full and delicious. Her taste was as strong and sweet as her scent within him, and he could not pull away. Delius kissed her back, their lips moving together, savoring the sensations with deep thoroughness. He had to use both arms to brace himself on the mattress on either side of her as she pulled him closer. Her little moans had his muscles tensing. She was a siren, reeling him in and blinding his logic with her heady lust. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there and then, but he had to resist. Somehow she was his undoing and he had to keep control. But every lustful kiss told him to forget everything that ever mattered to him.
”

Stacey Espino’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Fearless Desires here

Backblurb Fearless Desires:
Delius never asked for his fate, but in a world that placed all its faith in prophecy, he would be a fool to challenge it. He felt like a parasite, forced to live off the fear of humans.
From the first time Delius became trapped in Selina’s mind and seduced by her provocative thoughts, he was drawn to her. She was a mystery that turned into an obsession. Yet for them to have a life together, Delius would have to go against his own race that demanded he fulfill his destiny. One that did not include Selina.


Happy Monday!
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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Size Matters by Stephanie Julian

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I’m still reading Jet Mykles’ Heaven Sent series. I’ve almost finished the fifth book, Genesis, which will be the last for me, because I’m skipping the sixth book, which is a ménage (m/m/f) with the band’s manager Gretchen. And I just don’t feel like reading her book. I’ve read all the extra short stories though, and I will continue later on with the spin-off series Indigo Knights.
But after finishing Genesis I’ll first read some books for review, starting with Size Matters by Stephanie Julian which came out a few weeks ago. Today’s smutty scene is from this novella.
Enjoy!


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With one hand, she traced his lips, pushing the other into his hair. The guy had lots of it. Down to his shoulders, at least.
Another point in his favor. She must‟ve thought she‟d hit the lottery last night. Wherever that had been.
And who cared about that now? Shifting around was a little difficult in the dark and she didn‟t want to hurt anything vital—namely that gorgeous erection—but with a little help from him, she wound up with her knees on either side of his thighs as he sat upright, her hands on his cheeks and her mouth descending on his.
He seemed surprised at first, his body freezing into stillness, but when she licked at his lips, he got with the program and kissed her back. And great freaking Jesus, the guy could kiss.
His tongue dove into her mouth and twined around hers while his hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her even closer.
God, he was huge. And she didn‟t just mean his cock. Pressed against him the way she was now, she got a better sense of his size.
Her breasts were cushioned against a chest so broad and muscular, the guy had to be built like John Cena, the professional wrestler one of the girls at the Journal had a crush on.
His abs felt like a washboard, which she discovered when she pressed forward to rub her mound against his cock, looking for some relief for the tension in her body.
He broke away from her kiss, but his hips rose slightly, rubbing his cock almost where she needed it to go. Just a little to the left and he‟d rub against her clit.
“Whoa, Carrie.” His hands tightened on her hips but didn‟t push her away. “Are you sure you‟re feeling okay?”
Hmm, maybe she’d had more to drink last night than she remembered. But he was so nice to ask.
”

Stephanie Julian’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Size Matters here

Backblurb Size Matters:

Carrie Benton’s got the best job in the world working as a reporter for the Weekly News Journal. Chupacabra picnicking at the Jersey Shore? Check. Aliens in the White House? Absolutely. Bigfoot stalking the forests of northern Pennsylvania? Well, okay…but Bigfoot is so Left Coast.
Tim Sattazahn can’t believe his luck. The six-foot redhead who crashed into his forest during a snowstorm is gorgeous, funny and hot for him. Everything would be perfect except for the fact that she’s looking for Bigfoot.
And, unfortunately for Tim, she found him…


Happy Monday!

Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Shrouded Angel by Shayla Kersten

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Last weekend I bought a lot of, mostly m/m, ebooks because I needed to feel good after suffering from post-vacation-stress. ;) *it’s always good to have a 'valid' excuse in case hubby asks why so many* Another reason for the binge was that there were quite some cool releases I was looking forward to. One of them was the newest book in Shayla Kersten’s Angel Moon trilogy: Shrouded Angel. She's one of my favorite M/M authors and this is the second book in the series... I haven’t read the first book yet because I rather save them until the release of the last book is near… I’m not saying that I’m gonna make it that long but it’s definitely easier to be patient at this point than when I’m in the middle of the series. Anyhow, still, I always have to buy the other books of a series on (or close to) release date. Silly, huh?

This week’s sexy scene is from the second book, Shrouded Angel, but pictures the heroes from the first book who are apparently back in book #2 although it has new main characters. BTW They all have tricky names (Teo and Sorin – book #1, Hadreal and Patrea – book #2) but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to read their stories. :) In the next scene Teo and Sorin are having a quickie early on in the book. Enjoy!


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Sorin almost knocked the chair over in his haste to follow. “Need to be quick. Might not have too much time. Salva doesn’t stay asleep long.”
Large hands cupped Teo’s shoulders. Sorin’s chest warmed Teo’s back. When his hips nudged forward, his groin pressed into Teo’s body. The growing ridge of Sorin’s cock against him lightened Teo’s mood even more. “Yeah.”
“Love you.” Sorin’s breath teased the back of Teo’s ear. He pushed Teo through the door to the private bathing area. A quick slap of the controls locked the door. “Best against interruptions.”
“Yeah. Good thinking.” Heat washed through Teo. Desire drove blood to his cock, filling and lengthening. Twisting under Sorin’s hands, Teo faced his tall lover. “We could wait on that shower.”
A grin twisted Sorin’s mouth. “Anything you say.” He shuffled forward, pushing Teo back against a full-length mirror. An unusual vanity on a smuggler, but it could prove interesting. Sorin ran his hands down Teo’s sides. A glint of evil amusement shone in Sorin’s eyes. His normal smile turned into a toothy grin. “Turn around.”
Teo whirled around, facing his reflection in the mirror. Sorin’s intense gaze focused on Teo’s body. Watching his lover sent Teo’s desire rampaging through his body. Very interesting.
Sorin’s palms cupped the backs of Teo’s hands. Strong fingers twined through his. Clasped fast, Sorin ran their hands up the cold metal wall on either side of the mirror, rising until their arms were above Teo’s head.
“We need to add a few improvements to our new place. A couple of hooks right here would be perfect.” Sorin flexed his wrists, tapping Teo’s knuckles against the wall. “A little rope…a quick twist…” He dipped his head until his face nuzzled Teo’s ear. “Holding you in place while I do what I want…” His tongue flickered against Teo’s earlobe.
A shudder of desire and need flashed through Teo. “Yeah. Sounds good.” He pushed his hips back, pressing the ridge of Sorin’s cock against his ass.
“Horny, eh?” Sorin pulled back, leaving Teo rubbing against air. “Have an idea…”
Hands tightened around Teo’s wrist, hampering his attempt to follow Sorin’s body. “Anything. Need you.”
“Sweet.” Sorin’s large hand tugged Teo’s head around until his mouth met Teo’s in a bruising kiss.
”

Shayla Kersten’s weblog | on Goodreads
Buy Shrouded Angel here

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Backblurb Shrouded Angel:

Terra offers sanctuary to both Angellum and Virkola. Unknown to the humans, a truce exists there. To Terrans, the two species exist as myths. One is a frail, winged creature from religious texts. The other, a demon of the night, living off blood. Both are far from the truth…
Because of the Angellum, Patrea, a Virkolan, has spent his life afraid of loss. When darkness descends on his ship in the form of a strange angel, Patrea feels he can’t stay on the Avere. But departing would mean leaving behind the only light in his life—his bunkmate Hadreal. He needs to find the courage to tell Hadreal how he feels.
Hadreal has always felt more than friendship for his younger bunkmate, but bitter past experience keeps him from acting on his feelings. When a new danger brings them closer, he decides it might be time to live again. But now his chance at happiness may end before he’s able to sample it.
Sometimes it takes a brush with death to make life worth living.

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Are you like me, putting off reading series until the last book is (nearly) out, but buying the separate books on or shortly after release date? Or can’t you wait reading? Or can you control yourself buying?

Happy Monday!

Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Eternal Seduction by Jennifer Turner

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This week I’ve picked a sexy scene from a novel I’m reading atm: Eternal Seduction by Jennifer Turner. It’s the first book from the Darkness Within series, of which the second book will come out later this year. The cover of Eternal Seduction immediately caught my eye when I first saw it. Turns out that it not only has a gorgeous cover, but also a great heroine! She’s a drug addicted waif when we first meet her, living on the streets of New York, streetwise and not easily scared. You can’t help but like her with her sassy mouth. And ancient old vampire Kerestyan couldn’t help himself either. Although he should kill her or at least erase her memory because she knows about vampires, he doesn’t do either. He takes her home with him. In the next scene they get sexy.
Enjoy!


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Clinging to his muscular biceps, she shivered as his thumbs drew slow circles around each erect nipple before he ducked his head and pulled one into his mouth. Hot and wet, his tongue retraced the same path his fingers had blazed. She tipped her head back, giving in to the exquisite tension building inside her as he fanged one taut peak to a nearly painful state, then the other.
The man definitely knew what he was doing.
As he trailed a searing line of kisses up to her neck, she slid her hands down his chest, delighting in every dip and curve of lean, sculpted muscle on the way down to the deep grooves between his abs. He had a body to die for, nothing but firm skin and hard lines.
Logan shivered as Kerestyan’s fangs scraped her throat. Her entire body was on fire, burning hotter everywhere his mouth touched her. His deep moan vibrated against her throat, urging her on as she found the lone button nestled between them.
After undoing his pants, she wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his cock and smiled. Unless he’d changed his clothes while she slept, he’d been commando since the moment she met him. She stroked the hard, throbbing length of him before he claimed her mouth again. Hot tendrils of excitement wound down her spine. Tightening her grip, she savored the animalistic growl that rumbled its way through his chest, straight into hers.
”

Jennifer Turner’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Eternal Seduction here
Read the first 3 chapters for free here

Backblurb Eternal Seduction:
After living on the streets of New York for over a decade, Logan admits her perceptions might be a little skewed. But twisted or not, there's a satisfying irony in watching a well dressed vampire stand in the middle of a ghetto alley, windblown trash scraping circles near his feet. What she finds even more intriguing, is waiting for him to decide if he's going to kill her. Kerestyan hasn't made up his mind. As the Lord of New York, he can't let a drug addict, whose memories are packed with knowledge of vampires, run free in his city. It's not the first time he's been in this situation with a human, it's just the first time he's come face to face with one who doesn't seem to care. And that's what makes the decision so difficult. What horrors could you witness before you went numb? How long would it take before you felt that way? What could make you care again? Logan's answers are simple: the worst humanity has to offer, almost thirty, and something she never expected.


What are you reading at the moment?

Happy Monday!

Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy Scene

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First I want to congratulate bloggy friend Leontine who’s celebrating her Birthday today!! Woohoot! Congrats, hon!
For the occasion she’s giving away two awesome books, so check out her place here>>> and show her some BD love!

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We’re back to normal again after my vacation, which means the return of Monday’s hot couple and sexy scene at my blog. I just know you’ve all been craving for them ;)

Today I’ve picked a sexy kissing scene from a m/m novella I finished last weekend: Don’t Tell by Eve Cassidy. I really enjoyed this rather short, hot story, although I felt disappointed with the ending. It was wrapped up too fast and the ‘solution’ too easy and then it abruptly ended. Still, it was a very good read and I’d love to see more of this couple, preferably in a full length novel in which the ‘problem’ of Jeff being a closeted marine will lead to some interesting conflicts between him and Finn.
Enjoy!


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Jeff leaned forward, brushing his hip and thigh against Finn. More heat flared between them and he glimpsed an impressive bulge in the singer’s jeans. Damn he wanted a piece of that.
“We should go somewhere more private to discuss it.”
Finn’s breath caught. “I’ve got another set before I can leave.”
“No worries, I’ve got all night.”
“Speaking of… I better get to it...” Finn hesitated.
Sensing his need for more, Jeff wrapped his hand around the back of Finn’s neck and drew him close. With their lips only inches apart, he caught the subtle flare of Finn’s nose as he held his breath. The muscles in his neck clenched under Jeff’s hand when he pulled him closer yet until their lips brushed against one another. Public displays of affection weren’t his normal style but damn something about Finn had him craving all kinds of things normally left unsaid.
He pushed his tongue between slightly parted lips and found Finn pulling him in. Wet heat beckoned, encouraging him to explore, soft lips, a firm tongue… Kissing him sent a direct line of sensation to his cock. Fuck, at this rate he’d be coming in his pants like an untried virgin. What the hell had gotten into him or better yet why did Finn make him so hungry?
In an instant the low burn of arousal leapt to a full alarm fire and the urge for more nearly overwhelmed him. He tore his mouth from Finn and pushed him away.
“You’d better go before I don’t let you.”
Finn smirked. “Talk about making it hard to walk away.” Emerald eyes bored into him for several long seconds before he edged from the booth and walked to the stage.
”

Eve Cassidy’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Don’t Tell here

Backblurb Don’t Tell:

For Jeff Ward, keeping his sexual preference a secret from his platoon was of utmost importance. But being celibate was never in his plan. So when tension and frustration are at the breaking point he takes some advice and heads out of town for a quick chance to blow off steam.
On the brink of super stardom, Finn has sworn off getting involved with anyone. Especially the tall, muscled Marine that just walked into the pub. He has a career to think of and he’d already been burned once by the infamous ‘Don’t Tell’ policy of the Corps.
Despite their differences, one song later both men realize some rules are meant to be broken, sudden lust can’t be denied and random encounters aren’t always as random as they seem…

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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Daughters of Persephone by Julia Barrett

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Today’s sexy scene is from Julia Rachel Barrett’s newest book Daughters of Persephone: Exile & Return. I was so lucky to receive a copy from Julia when this book was released recently, because she’s just that wonderful!
And guess what? She also offered to send an ecopy of this erotic sci-fi book to one lucky commenter of my Vacay Giveaway that starts next week! She joined two other authors with her generous gesture – Mia Watts and Bronwyn Green – who also offered one of their books as a prize in this giveaway. So together with the prizes I’m going to give away there will be 5 prizes so far! I’m really happy about that! :)
Here’s a little taste of the hotness that Daughters of Persephone: Exile & Return has to offer. Enjoy!


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     Kyr slid Aja down the length of his body, keeping her close, forcing her to feel how aroused he was. He heard her sharp intake of breath and he lifted her chin. Her eyes were halfclosed, lids heavy. In the back of his mind, he thought, but there’s a dead man in the corner, and then he shut himself up and lowered his lips to hers. Fierce now, he took her mouth with his so hard their teeth scraped together. She whimpered in response. He swallowed the sound.
     This woman could kill him, Kyr knew that for certain, yet with one kiss, he could bring her to her knees. Heady stuff. With rough hands, he pulled the sweater over Aja’s head and her braid tore loose, her long, thick hair cascading to her waist. Gods, her breasts were glorious mounds, high and round and pert with taut little nipples that begged for his mouth and his tongue and his teeth.
     He nibbled his way down her neck and across her throat. With a moan, Aja threw her head back, thrusting her breasts into his hands. He held them, pinching her peaked nipples, holding them tight. He dipped his head and took one hard, round bud into his mouth and sucked her, pressing her nipple against his palate, biting, listening to her cry of pleasure. Her hands reached for his trousers and she began to tug on the leather of his belt with weak hands, unable to release the clasp. When he heard her make a sound of frustration, Kyr pulled his mouth away from her nipple. He stared into her face as he released the clasp on his belt and freed himself. Without hesitation, Aja wrapped both her hands around his thick cock and stroked him, moving her palms up and down his steely length.
     “Hard as an El-Sardai Sword,” Aja said, her voice low, and she dropped to her knees before him. She slowly licked the swollen head of his cock, her tongue brushing over him as if savoring the taste, before she took him in her mouth. Kyr thrust deep, aware of his size, but aroused almost beyond caring. Aja sucked him like a ripe plum-fruit. He placed his hands against the cold rock wall to brace himself, groaning with both pleasure and pain when she nibbled on him with her teeth.
”

Julia Rachel Barrett’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Daughters of Persephone here

Backblurb Daughters of Persephone: Exile & Return:

Aja Bokinan, of noble blood, is the Thousand Year Empress who has grown to adulthood in exile. Throughout the Empire, women are banned from public life, have no legal rights, and have become little better than property.
In an attempt to kill off the royal line and end all resistance, Aja is kidnapped by a General who intends to inject her with a lethal virus, hoping she will infect her family and Women of the Blood everywhere.
Kyr Aram, is a smuggler and secret resistance fighter. He must find a way to protect Aja from both the General and a traitor on his own ship who wishes to see her dead. With the Thousand Year Empress, he gets more than he bargained for.

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Monday’s Hot Couple & Sexy, Smutty Scene from Raising Kane by Lorelei James

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This week’s sexy scene is from the newest book in Lorelei James’s Rough Riders series, Raising Kane, which is one of my current reads. I’ll review this ninth book in the series for Leontine’s Smutty Researchers at Play week.

I love this series about dirty sexy cowboys who are so very good with rope! ;) The fourth book in this series was the first erotic romance I ever read (about one year ago) other than a few Harlequine Blaze books. And you all know what new ‘world’ that brought me. :) Without it I would’ve never started searching the internet for more books and never would’ve found the romance blog community which I enjoy so much now.
Lorelei James is still one of my favorite writers, none of her books are the same and yet very familiar. Most importantly, they are scorching hot! Kane and Ginger seem a good match too, judging from the next scene (in which Ginger has an injured right arm/shoulder btw). Enjoy!

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Kane’s hand slid into her hair. He tilted her head back while bringing her closer. “Oh, I want, all right.”
Silence passed between them as they looked at each other. Lust built quickly, reflected in equal measure.
He softly brushed his lips across hers. “Again. Right now.”
Ginger’s gaze dropped to his cock. “Here I thought I’d get to use my hand to help you rise to the occasion.”
“I ain’t stoppin’ you.”
She reached between them and fondled his balls. Then she wrapped her fingers around his girth and stroked, keeping her eyes glued to his. “See? I’m not very good with my left hand.”
“That’s the thing, darlin’, you don’t have to be good. Just puttin’ your hand on me does all sorts of good.” He loosened his hold on her hair. “Need help climbin’ up on my lap?”
“What do you mean?”
Kane adjusted his legs beneath hers. “Hold onto my shoulder.” As soon as Ginger had some semblance of balance, he lifted her so her legs were half-wrapped around his waist as they faced each other.
“Oh. I like this,” she murmured.
He aligned his cock and slid into her in a single slow glide.
“I really like that.”
“This way I can have my hands free to touch you.”
“Not to mention I can kiss all those spots that’ve been tempting me.” Ginger used her teeth to follow the muscles corded in his neck. She methodically tasted the section of skin under his strong jaw. She slid her lips to his ear. “While this control thing is a turn on? I want equal time to explore your body.”
“Ah. Okay, Jesus.”
“Move in me, Kane. Put your hands on me. God, I love the way your rough hands feel on me.”
Kane grabbed her ass cheeks and rocked into her. In this position he couldn’t pull his cock out, but there was something very intimate about staying connected while hands and mouths explored. While pulses raced and sweat beaded on skin.
And Ginger took her own sweet time in her exploration. She kissed, nibbled and licked the slope of his shoulder, his jaw, all the while making very satisfied, very approving noises. He loved the way her tits pressed into his chest. The stiff nipples rubbing the hair on his sweat-slickened skin when she shifted to touch him at another angle. He loved the feel of her quickened breath puffing out every time he lifted his hips and drove into her a little deeper.
He loved everything about this. About her.
Part of him wanted to stay locked with this highly sensual woman for the next hour, just existing in the physical reaction. Another part wanted that drive to orgasm.
When Ginger reconnected their mouths the urgency re-ignited.
His hands cupped her buttocks, lifting her completely off his cock so he could plunge in fully.
She ripped her mouth free, arching her neck. “It’s right there.”
“Bear down on me, oh fuck yeah, just like that.” Kane buried his lips in her throat and sucked hard.
“Omigod. Yes. Yes!” Ginger’s body tightened, inside, outside.
Kane came with a roar as her climax milked his with every rhythmic pulse. He was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a second or so. He was pretty sure the damn world stopped spinning. He was also pretty sure one day in bed with her wouldn’t nearly be enough.
Soft kisses tracked his hairline.
His eyes fluttered open.
Ginger smiled at him.
“Jesus. That was fucking amazing.”
“Or amazing fucking,” she teased, kissing his nose.
”

Lorelei James’s website | on Goodreads
Buy Raising Kane here

Backblurb Raising Kane:
She surrendered the reins. Now he’s raising the stakes

When a patch of ice sends attorney Ginger Paulson head-over-high-heels down a flight of stairs, she has no one to care for her young son and her invalid father. Until lethally sexy Kane McKay shows up at the hospital, determined to prove his cowboy chivalry. Past experience has inoculated her against take-charge men, but even Ginger isn’t immune to Kane’s invasive charm and Built Ford Tough body.

For two years rancher Kane McKay has followed the Little Buddies mentoring program’s cardinal rule—hands off his Little Buddy Hayden’s mama. But one look at Ginger’s bruised body and Kane is through watching the stubborn woman take care of everyone but herself. The feisty, curvy redhead needs his help, and he’ll give her the hands-on type whether she likes it or not.
After Kane throws out doctor’s orders and issues his own demands—her full sexual submission—Ginger realizes Kane’s caring nature extends beyond just fulfilling her physical needs.
Can the former hell-raiser convince the gun-shy single mom to look beyond his past…toward a shared future?

Warning: Contains one sweet and hot hunk of cowboy manflesh who uses every sexual trick in the book to render a sassy fast-talking attorney speechless and puts a new twist on the term “binding” arbitration.

Happy Monday!

Gotta Love Historicals Week: Monday’s Sexy, Smutty Scene

Today’s sexy scene is from the historical m/m romance Lover’s Knots by Katherine Cross. This was one of the first historical gay romances I read and it blew me away at that time. I don’t know if it will still enthrall me as much as it did back then, but looking for a sexy, smutty scene for today’s post, made me think it would. I devoured the next scene at the beginning of the book. It’s rather long so you can see for yourself what I loved about it. Enjoy!


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Daniel didn’t stand, his eyes fixed on Andrew’s face even as his hands continued to work, looping and knotting the rope into a double hitch with graceful twists of his fingers.
“What are you doing, Mr. Barret?” Andrew asked, setting aside his bicorn on a convenient crate. The light shifted around them as the ship moved, lantern swaying on one of many rough-hewn wooden posts. The rope had been twisted into a series of two loops, he saw, one connected to the other by a straight, knot-enforced strand.
“Making ready for you.”
Andrew barely had time to register movement. With no warning, almost too fast to be believed, Daniel straightened and pushed forward. He drove Andrew back a full three steps, larger body pressing tight against his. Andrew hit a beam with a startled yell, sound cut off by the sudden press of Daniel’s hot, insistent mouth. Andrew struggled against the muscled chest, shoving ineffectually as he was penned in.
Trapped as Daniel’s mouth glided over his again and again.
Body rapidly heating, Andrew lifted his face to the shockingly intimate kiss and gradually ceased fighting. He moaned, lips parting, and melted back against worn wood when Daniel’s tongue stroked into his mouth, hot and slick and curious.
I should push him away, Andrew thought even as he instinctively parted his lips. His hands lifted, cupping the other man’s elbows before sliding up his arms to his broad, muscled shoulders. Andrew squeezed his fingers into blue wool convulsively, head tilted back as Daniel teased and tested and explored his mouth with quick, darting licks of his agile tongue. Oh, oh God.
Body humming with growing arousal, blood rushing dizzily beneath the skin, Andrew gave in and arched into the measured assault. Daniel’s body fit perfectly against his, wide chest hemming him in, hips moving against his own. He jerked at the first hot thrust of Daniel’s erection and twisted blindly, rubbing against him with a low, needy moan.
This is madness, he thought, hands sliding up into Daniel’s hair. Then, I hadn’t even realized he wanted me too. He unwound the leather cord binding back Daniel’s queue and twisted his fingers in thick golden-brown strands. It was softer than he had always imagined, loose curls twining about his fingers as he tried to pull Daniel closer. He fed off Daniel’s mouth hungrily, lips wrapping around his thrusting tongue. Emboldened, Andrew sucked hard, swallowing the low hiss and answering with one of his own as strong hands gripped his hips.
Andrew shuddered, arousal pounding through him in sharp, throbbing bursts. His cock ached, straining against the fabric of his breeches. Andrew shifted his hips and both men moaned when their erections ground together through layers of cloth.
“Daniel,” Andrew whispered, breaking the kiss. His head dropped back against the post and his chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. “This is insane. If we were to be found out—”
Daniel lifted a hand and pressed two fingers to Andrew’s mouth. He leaned in, breath hot, and kissed his temple. “Shh,” he murmured as he tongued a path below Andrew’s ear then down to the stiff collar of his jacket. Andrew dropped his hands, palms rubbing over Daniel’s chest in reluctant encouragement.
Calloused fingers hooked, pressing past Andrew’s parted lips and sliding deep. Andrew could taste salt—the ever-present sea. He shuddered and opened himself up to Daniel, licking the pads of his fingers as Daniel gently fucked them into his mouth.
Daniel’s voice was low and deep when he whispered into Andrew’s skin, “We won’t be found out. There’s no one here to witness this.” Teeth raked over the curve of Andrew’s jaw and he groaned, sound muffled by Daniel’s fingers. “I have wanted you,” the other man murmured. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
Yes, he wanted to say, tugging at the closures of Daniel’s jacket. Andrew flicked his tongue out, teasing the crease between fingers as he rocked their erections together. The feel of Daniel’s hard cock against his was like nothing he had ever imagined. He wanted more—he wanted skin to skin. Andrew made a low, pleading sound in the back of his throat as Daniel slipped his fingers from Andrew’s mouth. He arched his neck, biting at the pad of Daniel’s thumb as he moved his hips in an unpracticed circle. He was slick from pre-come. Sweat dotted his forehead and trickled between his shoulder blades as they moved together in the ship’s oppressive hold.
“I want you,” Andrew began, licking his lips. Daniel reached down, movements hidden, but Andrew didn’t care what he was doing so long as he didn’t leave. “I want you,” he said again, reaching up to cup Daniel’s jaw. The light stubble scraped his palms like frayed rope. He wondered how it would feel against his body and his cock jerked hard at the thought. Andrew bit his lower lip, eyes locked with Daniel’s. He knew those eyes. He knew this man. They’d been stationed together aboard the Charon for more than four years.
Fifty-one months. It’s a long time to love from afar.
Andrew’s fingers curled around the square of Daniel’s jaw, forcing the other man to focus on him. The creak of wood, the crash of the sea, the distant voices calling far above them—none of it touched them. Not even thought of the Articles of War and what would happen should they be caught distracted Andrew from his study of those beautiful, familiar eyes. “I want you to—” he began, but Daniel cut him off with a sudden, whisper-soft kiss.
“Yes,” he murmured against Andrew’s lips, tongue snaking out to tease the crease of his mouth. Andrew opened wide for him, encouraging. Heat flared low in his belly, licking through his body in waves, but Daniel kept the kiss light. He caught Andrew’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. He reached up, tongue curling and slipping inside Andrew’s mouth for brief, maddening licks as he wrapped his fingers around Andrew’s wrists. Slowly he brought their hands down, deepening the kiss by degrees.
Andrew tangled their tongues together with a gasp. He closed his eyes as Daniel stroked along the underside of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The sharp sting of teeth traveled straight to his cock and he jerked, allowing Daniel to urge his arms down and back. His toes curled and his erection throbbed. Everything was focused on Daniel’s lips, Daniel’s teeth, Daniel’s tongue, Daniel’s thigh sliding between his legs and rocking against his jerking cock.
Which is why Andrew didn’t realize his hands had been tied until Daniel stepped away from him, lips swollen and eyes dancing.
“What—” Andrew began, trying to reach for him. His hands caught, the sudden pressure of rope making its way through his fogged senses. He frowned in confusion, twisting his neck to see around the support beam he was pressed against. The rope Daniel had been twining into a pair of attached loops had been fastened around his wrists, fitted snugly.
Andrew looked up at Daniel, confused and briefly alarmed. “What are you doing?” he asked, the question almost lost as the ship pitched and waves crashed outside the curved wooden walls.
Daniel leaned in to kiss him, one hand pressed over Andrew’s heart as he nibbled on his lower lip. “I want you to trust me,” he murmured, fingers shifting as if feeling out the racing beats. His other hand slid down, palm resting against the outline of Andrew’s erection.
“Daniel!” he hissed, eyes going wide. He flexed his fingers, struggling against the rope, and rocked his hips up. When Daniel pressed down his palm, rubbing against the hard line of his cock, Andrew dropped his head back and moaned, heat washing through him in a nearly painful wave.
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Katherine Cross on Goodreads
Buy Lover’s Knots here

Backblurb Lover’s Knots:
Third Lieutenant Andrew Clayton wanted senior officer Daniel Barret from the moment they first met. Something about the charismatic man with the scarred knuckles and street-tough voice heats Andrew’s blood and makes his body ache. He’d give up everything for just one taste of the forbidden—his position in Society, his commission…even his life.
Daniel’s sure he’s losing his mind. Nothing else could explain his obsession with noble-born Andrew or his constant desire to spread him across the wardroom table and mark his fair skin. In His Majesty’s Royal Navy, the punishment for their love is death. One misstep could have them both at the end of a hangman’s noose.
But everything changes when they’re granted an unexpected leave. Far from the captain’s watchful eye, Daniel agrees to one week—seven days to explore each other’s bodies, to let four years of suppressed desire consume them—before they must return to their ship and the way things were. But some passions can’t be tamed once unleashed, and some dangers are worth the risk.

Mondays Hot Couple & Sexy Smutty Scene

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Today’s sexy scene is from the short story More Than Just a Good Book by Sloan Parker which is a scorching hot read that you can download for free at her website.

It’s a very, very hot and beautifully written story. I think the next scene shows that perfectly. And did I mention that it’s free! ;) Enjoy!


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Mark met him at the elevators ten minutes later. Scott’s skin tingled as the man drew near. He clutched his backpack in front of him, hoping it helped to hide his erection from the world but disappointed it would hide it from Mark, hide how crazy with desire he was. Surprising. He was never so bold.
Mark stepped close, ignoring the safe distance most gay guys kept to out in public. “You ready?” The smell of Mark overwhelmed Scott again. The aroma could be bottled and sold as an aphrodisiac; it was heady and erotic and damn irresistible. Unable to stop himself, Scott leaned in. “Ready.”
“Come on, then.” Mark grabbed his arm, tugged him into the elevator, and hit the seventh floor button before anyone else could slip in with them.
The man’s hand on Scott’s arm wasn’t a painful grip, but it was strong and restraining, Mark’s palm hot even through the shirtsleeve. The grip suggested a power Scott longed to know. He wanted to grab the man’s hand and shove it down his pants. He was never that bold. He loved what this man did to him, loved how desperate and ravenous he grew being close to Mark.
Once the doors closed, Mark faced him, pressing close. The force of the man’s weight crowded Scott against the carpeted elevator wall. Mark seized Scott’s waist. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Please.”
Mark growled a low sound. “I like a man who knows how to beg.”
Scott could beg. It was one of the reasons most guys didn’t like him. They said it made him sound needy and clingy and inexperienced. But Mark liked it. “Please, kiss me.”
Mark plastered his entire body against Scott. The pressure of groin against groin, chest to chest, almost had Scott rocking and going off like a kid getting his first hand job. He clutched at Mark’s arms, breathing deep, hoping like hell he could keep from shooting in his pants once their lips met.
Mark paused, their mouths so close, the man’s breath heated Scott’s lips. “You have the best mouth,” Mark said. “I want to taste those lips.”
Scott whimpered. He couldn’t stop it from spilling out. It was an uncontrolled as breathing.
“I like that sound, Scott.” Mark leaned forward and brought their mouths together, a brush of warm lips.
Mark slid his tongue across Scott’s lower lip, tasting, teasing. The kiss was soft and slow and not like any Scott had ever known. It consumed him. He wanted more of Mark, needed more of his tongue, his lips, his hands. He twisted his fingers in Mark’s shirt sleeves and tugged.
Mark shoved his body against Scott and smashed their mouths together, turning the kiss urgent. Mark drove his tongue deeper. His hands landed on Scott’s ass and dug in, grinding their groins together.
The sting of those fingers, the sharp jab of the nails as they buried in his ass, had Scott’s balls drawing up. He was close. He whimpered again, the sound muffling as it filled Mark’s mouth.
A chime sounded above their heads.
Mark jerked away, keeping the grip of his right hand on Scott’s ass for a moment more. The doors slid open. Mark removed his hand and strode out of the elevator.
Scott leaned against the wall, his breath hitching. He closed his eyes and focused on getting air into his lungs.
As the fog in his mind cleared, he opened his eyes. Mark stood outside the elevator next to a set of glass doors. The man smiled at him.
Scott pushed away from the wall, hoping like hell he could keep from tripping. He had to get back to touching Mark, had to know what else Mark could do to him, what else the man could give him. Like a needle in a compass, pointing to true north, he made his way to the man in no time.
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Sloan Parker’s weblog and website and Twitter account

Download More Than Just A Good Book for free here

Backblurb More Than Just A Good Book:
Scott is a big geek and Mark is a little controlling between the sheets. During one afternoon at the university library, they’ll find they are the perfect match. And they'll prove some things are even more enjoyable than a good book.

Mondays Hot Couple & Sexy Smutty Scene

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Today’s sexy scene is from On Fire by Drew Zachary, a m/m romance that I started reading this morning and have almost finished. It’s like chocolate, once you’ve taken one bite you keep eating/reading. That’s because this romance is a very easy, light read with lots and lots of sex scenes, an uncomplicated plot and no angst. Just a lot of happiness and hotness.
One of the main characters, Robert, is a very tall, broad shouldered and fit firefighter and he’s Sam’s wet dream. And let’s just say that Mr. Zachary shows us throughout the whole book many, many times what’s so hot about wet firefighters…


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Robert put an arm around him, hand moving to cup his ass. "I imagine ten minutes'll do. You really are a sex kitten, aren't you."
"I like it," Sam said easily. "It's fun and feels good and I play safe. What's not to be kittenish about?" He smiled and started rocking, loving the way the big hands held him.
"It wasn't a complaint, kid."
His head was tilted back up and his mouth taken. Robert kissed like he was in charge and knew it, just invading Sam's mouth and making him enjoy it. Sam made a happy sound, more moan than not, and just went with it. He pushed his tongue along Robert's and rocked harder, his legs spreading and one lifting to wind around Robert's hip. "Good," he said when he came up for breath. "Feels good."
Robert nodded. "It does. You do. Been way too long since I had a partner as eager as you in bed. Hell, I don't think I ever have."
Sam laughed. "I really like sex." He leaned up for another kiss, sighing as his cock twitched and started to lengthen again. "Should last longer this time," he whispered.
"Yeah? Good. Because I'll be able to last the rest of the afternoon with the edge off." Robert didn't look like was teasing.
"Oh, boy," Sam said again. He wiggled and shoved, and got Robert lying down on his back so Sam could straddle those hips and thighs. "You're gonna make me ache, aren't you? Make sure I walk funny?" He wasn't shy; he'd beg for it if he had to. Really and truly.
"That what you want, Sam? Want me to fuck you good and hard?" Robert's hands slid along his thighs, circled his waist.
"Christ, yes." Sam shuddered and his hole spasmed. "Ride you like this. On my back, against the wall, on all fours—don't care. Just want to feel it." He grabbed his dick and started stroking, almost blissing on the idea of Robert in him.
"Well, who says we have to choose?" Robert asked him, hand wrapping around his own, tugging with him.
Sam squeaked. "Oh, man, yeah. That'd rock. Seriously." He shook again and shifted forward a little, rubbing on Robert's balls. "God, this is gonna give me stroke material for months."
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Backblurb On Fire:

Take one tall, broad-shouldered fireman in his early thirties. Mix well with one skinny, eighteen-year-old college kid who lives for sex, and the results are sheer pleasure. Sam and Robert are about as opposite as you can get, aside from the fact that they're both into sex with guys. When Sam picks Robert up during Canada Day festivities, neither of them are expecting more than making some fireworks for the holiday. And the sparks definitely fly, especially since Sam is able to recharge his batteries as only an eighteen year old can. Robert finds himself both entranced and smitten with young Sam, who is bubbly and happy and can have more sex in the space of an hour than Robert can believe. But there's a world of difference between eighteen and thirty-two, as Sam and Robert discover along the way. Friends and family add to the difficulties they encounter. But the two of them come to realize that underneath it all, they have more than just a physical need for each other. The emotion that blossoms between them is soon as great as their first sizzling attraction.

Mondays Hot Couple & Sexy Smutty Scene

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Today’s sexy scene is from Sweet Caroline by Lissa Matthews that I bought a little over a week ago. In the meantime Lissa’s newest book, Stick Shift, released last week at Loose Id. If I’m not mistaken, both books are cougar stories, and I don’t mean the shifter kind, but the older-woman-younger-guy type of story. Doesn’t take much guessing why I like these kind of stories, huh? ;)

I had trouble cutting the next scene short, so it’s a bit long. I always have this difficulty when I start reading one of Lissa Matthew’s excerpts (over at her blog), I never can stop until I’ve reached the end. Lissa’s writing sucks me right into the story from the first sentence. That’s one of the reasons I decided to buy this book, another was the ‘warning’ at the end of the backblurb, that says: In this book, there are sightings of glass dildos, leather belt bindings, nipple rings, wicked clamps, cherry cheesecake and a hot, yummy handyman-type guy who’s really good with his hands…
Need I say more? Enjoy!


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“I’d have never guessed you’d be interested in clamps.”
“Oh!”
Caroline, the object of his affection, his lust, his raging out of control hunger jumped and dropped the items in question on the ground. She bent to pick them up and when she stood straight again, looked at him. She usually avoided direct eye contact with him, but not now, not here. In this place, the small hole in the wall adult toy store and lingerie shop, she seemed different, more sure and certain of herself. It seemed odd because most women he knew or had known, wouldn’t admit to being in a place like this, much less admit to liking any of the store’s contents. Not all, but most.
“There are a lot of things I’m interested in that I’m sure you wouldn’t have guessed at.”
Buck’s dick did just that. Bucked. Of all things he thought she might say, that was definitely not it, but since it was out there… “Really? Then by all means, Caroline, enlighten me. Show me.”
For a second he thought she would decline and walk out, but she tilted her head slightly and regarded him. A blush stole through her cheeks, but she kept her head held high and nodded.
“These. I’m interested in these.”
She handed him the clamps. They looked like miniature clothespins, but he imagined they’d hurt like a bitch. They were heavy for being so small. “What else?”
She looked down and pulled another package from the rack. “These.”
Japanese clover clamps. His favorite. Not always the favorite of others. He used them on some of his more adventurous lovers. Loved the look of them hanging from a pair of breasts, the chain being its own instrument of torture when tugged and pulled. Caroline said she was interested in them, but had she tried them? Did she know what kind of pain and pleasure she was looking at? The clamps looked harmless enough sitting in their plastic bubble packs, but taken out, put on naked, tender nipples and they became anything but. “Have you used these before? Either of these?”
The blush deepened, and that damn little tongue of hers came out to swipe at her lips.
“Yes. A long time ago. My… Derek used them on me. Before everything went south with us, we used to play with toys a lot. He liked clamps.”
Derek was her ex-husband. Divorced for four months or so, he knew Derek had remarried this past Christmas to the younger-than-should-be-legal-for-a-fifty-year-old man-to-marry girl he’d left Caroline for. Buck couldn’t begin to know how Caroline had felt or what had been going through the other man’s mind to leave her, but Derek’s dumbassness and loss was Buck’s gain. He wasn’t about to squander the gift fate had dumped in his path.
“And you?”
She looked him straight in the eye again. Since it was something she rarely did with him, he liked it and hoped she would do it more often. “I grew to love them and find I miss them.”
Holy… He held on tight to both sets of clamps. “What else?”
Caroline looked around and walked over to the back wall. Floggers, whips and crops hung on hooks at various heights. She took her time looking from one end of the wall to the other, from floor to ceiling. As he watched her take them all in, he noticed the blush was gone.
“These, but none of these. These are toys, novelties, play things. Derek knew a guy who made them, and he taught me to appreciate the handmade craftsmanship, the sting that came with something being made to specifics. He spent a lot of money on toys and instruments, but always felt it was well worth it.”
Buck nodded. He used to make his own floggers and had tried his hand at making a crop, but that wasn’t his forte. He knew some guys that made amazing crops and some of the most beautiful whips.
He hadn’t made anything in a long time, not since Derek’s last order, but he didn’t think Caroline knew he was the guy Derek knew. Buck hadn’t had anyone personal to make anything for in recent months. Maybe he would now. “In general, which of these instruments do you like?”
“In general, the crop.”
Fuck. How in the hell he was going to form any further thoughts, words and sentences? She was flaying him open at every turn. Outside she was this pretty but plain woman he’d never imagined would have a river of molten lava running through her veins. There’d been rumors of course, about Derek and her. Heck, Derek had even invited him to join in, but the last few months, all rumors and whispers were about Caroline being a block of ice, cold and untouchable. Buck hadn’t seen it. To him, she was warm and sweet. If she really was the Ice Queen Derek made her out to be, she wouldn’t be in here, in this store. “Anything else?”
She turned and walked to the counter, standing on the opposite side from the clerk. Inside the glass case were glass dildos. Behind her, Buck hung his head and closed his eyes. He was hard before, but with clamps and crops he was in jaw clenching pain. There was more though. There was Caroline, looking at glass cocks that would be, could be, should fucking be used inside her.
“I like these. No, that’s wrong. I love these.” She pointed to one with a red and purple swirl pattern that was about the same length and width as him at his hardest. He swallowed, and it was hard to do past the lump in his throat. “This is my favorite. I don’t know why, but… It’s the most realistic looking, and it’s how I imagine passion to be if it were in color.”
He had no idea what to say. Pretty much knew words wouldn’t come out. Instead of even trying, he placed his hand on the curve of her waist where it flared out to her hip. He squeezed lightly, and she leaned back into his body. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but hell, nothing about her was what he’d been expecting, not from the first moment he’d met her and definitely not today. He knew she could feel his erection. There was no hiding it. No denying he was harder than a hammer. She didn’t rub her ass against him. Didn’t press into his dick for which he was very thankful.
Then, oh fuck, then she pointed to a butt plug, and he had to count backward from a million or he was going to come in his jeans. It was a brilliant sapphire blue glass with three graduated balls that looked to be at one-inch intervals.
“I miss having a plug inside me sometimes.”
Her voice was soft, but he heard her and again, instead of being able to speak, he simply squeezed her hip.
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Buy Sweet Caroline here

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Backblurb Sweet Caroline:

The second time around is even sweeter…with cherries on top.

Blue Jeans and Hard Hats, Book 1

Buck doesn’t do personal projects. Until he runs into a woman wandering the aisles of the local home-improvement store, looking lost and confused. Just the way this fantasy looks at him nearly buckles his knees. In a hot second, the successful owner of a contracting company becomes a simple handyman, ready and willing to get as personal as the lady will allow.

Since her less-than-golden marriage to the local golden boy ended, Caroline’s declaration of independence includes her own business, road trips…and nipple piercings. Now it’s time to cut the last tie to her old life, but the house needs some work before she can unload it and move to her dream cabin in the mountains. Hard as it is to admit, she needs a little help.

Over the next few months, he shows her his toys, like hammers and drills, and she shows him hers—like floggers and paddles. And their attraction is the tinder that could send Caroline’s plans for an independent life up in flames…

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Product Warnings
In this book, there are sightings of glass dildos, leather belt bindings, nipple rings, wicked clamps, cherry cheesecake and a hot, yummy handyman-type guy who’s really good with his hands…