Tuesday, July 29, 2014

NICOLE EDWARDS BLOG TOUR- BETTING ON GRACE & BOOTS OPTIONAL


Betting on Grace

New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards is continuing to heat things up with Betting on Grace, a sexy new ménage novel which is the first book in a hot new series called Dead Heat Ranch.
The tables have turned on Grace Lambert. For a woman familiar with long days and hard work, she just recently discovered just how hot the sultry Texas nights can get. Finding time to spend with her two smoking hot cowboys, Grant and Lane, isn’t exactly easy, but she’s forging ahead with what has turned out to be the hottest relationship she has ever been in. The true test comes in standing up for what she wants.
Grant Kingsley has landed his feisty cowgirl, Gracie, and an equally sexy cowboy, Lane Miller, but everything outside of his romantic life has gone from routine to chaos in a matter of days. Unfortunately, he’s become rather acquainted with Murphy’s Law as he is inundated with a string of bad luck. His mother is missing, his father, a gambling addict, is worried about only one thing these days, and when Grant refuses to give in, all hell breaks loose on the ranch.
Lane Miller will be the first to admit that he falls in love easily. And he’s done so again, with both Gracie and Grant. Only this time around, he’s not giving up or giving in. Cowboys don’t know what it means to back down and Lane will ensure that the two most important people in his life get all of him, no matter what it takes.
REVIEW

 You can't help but leave Boots Optional knowing that waiting for Betting on Grace is not an option- you need it NOW! Grant, Grace and Lane continue their hot and sexy affair in this full length continuation of the Dead Heat Ranch Series. 

 Everyone is working so much at the Texas ranch owned by Grace's family (the Lamberts) that what little time the threesome gets together is explosive and the hotness is off the charts! Grant's life outside the relationship with Lane and Grace is equally explosive but not in the way he would have liked. How do Grace and Lane help him deal with all of the outside pressures threatening to ruin what they have? 

 Lane is a sucker for romance and falling in love. What he did not expect was to do it with two people at once- his love for Grant and Grace is something he will fight to keep and I love his character in this book so much for doing whatever it takes to have what and who he wants. 

 Grace is a Lambert- a family with a lot of money and influence. Grace's Daddy keeps her and the rest of her sisters on a pretty short leash and the relationship with Grant and Lane is the hottest by far she has ever been in. She struggles to have what she wants after fighting so long to keep it all at arm's length. My favorite part of Grace's personality is her feisty cowgirl nature- she takes shit from neither Grant nor Lane and her fire cracker personality had me chuckling more than once during this read. Definite 5 stars- always a good story to be found in a Nicole Edwards romance. ~ Kellie 



Boots Optional

BOOTS OPTIONAL NOVELLA
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Dead Heat Ranch Novella, #0.5

Note: This novella was originally featured in the Some Like It Hot Anthology. Although this story has not changed, this novella contains a bonus scene, along with an excerpt from Betting on Grace, DHR #1.

New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards is heating things up with Boots Optional, a sexy new ménage novella which is the first book in a hot new series called Dead Heat Ranch. Grace Lambert is familiar with hard work, long days, and handsome cowboys. She’s been working for her family’s dude ranch since she was old enough to ride a horse and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. What she is afraid of is the heat that’s been generating between her and not one, but two sexy cowboys who’ve set their sights on her. And each other.

Grant Kingsley and Lane Miller have both had their eyes on Gracie for years, but the feisty cowgirl has managed to keep them at bay. As far as they are concerned, cowboys don’t give up, and neither of them is ready to give up just yet. Not on her and not on the heat that transpires between the two of them.

Find out what happens when the sultry Texas nights get as hot as the fierce Texas days.

REVIEW

Grant, Lane and Gracie- Dead Heat Ranch's hottest threesome. Like any Nicole Edwards book, expect hot sex, lots of it, and points of view from each character. One thing I have always enjoyed about reading Nicole's work is that you get to know everyone and what they are feeling and thinking- you are never left wondering that by only getting the point of view of one character. 

Gracie Lambert plays hard to get, acts like Grant is a thorn in her side, gives him all the Southern girl sassy mouth she can muster (which he gives right back) and it makes for a very entertaining read. This novella definitely sets the stage for what is to come with Betting on Grace- the full length continuation of this story. This definitely leaves you wanting more. No one writes M/M/F like Nicole! ~Kellie 
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LEAD by Kylie Scott ♥ RELEASE BLITZ (Tuesday JULY 29)

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Title: Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
Author: Kylie Scott
Publication Date: July 29, 2014
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic rock star romance series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play. As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it's booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble. 　 Lena's not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.  
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“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?” “Nope.” “You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis. “Yes. I haven’t seen it.” Can’t find it anywhere…” “And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.” “Sure you haven’t seen it?” “For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low. I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth. He frowned. “No.” “That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like some creepy perv?” “Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything. “Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better. “Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.” Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?” “Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.” “I’m not!”  
The Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott
Stage Dive Series
Lick (Stage Dive #1)
Play (Stage Dive #2)
Lead (Stage Dive, #3)
 
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Deep (Stage Dive #4)
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Kylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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Brenda Rothert Blog Tour


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-          Brenda Rothert is a proud indie author who loves writing stories that make readers laugh, cry and occasionally, yell at their e-readers. Her Contemporary New Adult Romances include The Now Series - Now and Then, Now and Again and Now and Forever; and The Fire on Ice Series - Bound, Captive and Edge. Brenda lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three boys. 



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5 Stars

 Nikola Vereshkova is a rookie NHL player who's career is on the rise. Luckily for him, his new found fame also delivers the women. Niko knows all about playing hard both on and off the ice but he isn't looking for anything more serious than a one night stand. He has too many people depending on him to get caught up in a relationship. So why does Sadie keep turning his head and showing up in his thoughts? Sadie Alexander knows what it's like to be alone, surviving only on yourself for the things you need. She is strong, independent and single. So single, in fact, she has sworn off men for 60 days after a barrage of unsuccessful first dates. But when Sadie's body goes traiter on her and she finds herself fantasizing about a certain Russian.. can she hold to her 60 days of celibacy? They are both playing a game.. but who will win?

This was a fantastic fourth book to the Fire on Ice series! Another super smokin hot hockey player that lit my imagination on fire.. whew.. I needed to take a cold shower a couple times! I applaud you again Brenda Rothert for your aptly named series, not only for your spectacular writing between the characters, but for what you incite in your readers! There were serious moments in the book and more than a few laughs but all in all a terrific romance. If you are a reader who enjoys really getting to know your characters, then this book is for you. Loved it and thank you Brenda for another sizzling book boyfriend! 


P.S. This book definitely can be defined as a stand alone, for those of you that shy away from series. :) ~ Maggie for Eye Candy Bookstore


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Blog Tour - Ruby by Jettie Necole


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A historical romance begins to blossom around Lady Ruby Waterfield, but family secrets and unpredictable suitors expose a world of supernatural creatures—ancient enemies bound by war: vampires and warlocks. 

Set in 1811 England, Ruby finally attends her first London Season at the age of eighteen. After departing from her safe, secluded childhood in the country, she quickly discovers that taking her rightful place among the aristocracy is the least of her worries after she becomes the target of a vindictive vampire. Determined to learn the truth about her family bloodlines, this clever debutante must navigate her pursuit while two gentlemen—one, her loyal best friend; the other, a mysteriously handsome stranger—grow increasingly tied to her future. From the dark alleys of Covent Garden to the lavish balls of the high society ton, clandestine agendas leave Ruby's heart exposed to a dangerous new world of mystery, magic, and love. 

Ruby is the first novel in the Tree of Blood series that takes root in exposing the origins of supernatural bloodlines. 

Ruby unites the seductive and sinister actions of the supernatural with the allure and elegance of a Regency romance.

Let me start off my review with this, if you like historical paranormal romance novels, this book is definitely up your alley, if you don’t or you’ve never given one a chance, I would highly recommend this one. I usually don’t enjoy historical books, as I find some of the wording hard to follow, but this one was written so well, the era didn’t matter. I enjoyed this story and I am certain other who like paranormal romance will too. It was a fast paced book with love, mystery, suspense, and even some funny laugh out loud moments. 

Lady Ruby is a young woman who going to finally be “revealed” social elite of London (the “Ton”), by her Grandfather, Lord Caxton. Ruby is very different from the other ladies of the social elite of London; she was raised in the country and likes the simple things in life. In book one you will follow her through her journey to become a Lady and to meet her future husband (at her Grandfathers request). Lady Ruby crosses paths with four men in book one, Gerard Spenser, Nathan Vanderbilt, Mr. Townsend, and her life-long friend and distant cousin Fredrick Ashford. Who will she choose, as everything is not how is seems.

This is an amazing historical paranormal romance, I highly recommend and I will definitely be waiting for book two in the series. 

Reviewed by Tonya Nichols @ Eye Candy Bookstore


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    She opened her eyes to find a strange man above her.
    “Ahh,” he sighed. “Your eyes are the color of jade. I imagined them to be dark, like your hair. How strange.”
    She continued to stare at him without a word. His figure loomed over her, and he stared at her with large, black eyes, like those of a bird, she thought. His thin, black hair fell past his chin, making him appear delicate, almost beautiful. His lips curved to a smile.
    “I find you just as beautiful, my dear,” he said.
    His statement shocked her; it was as if he’d read her thoughts.
    “Yes, I know what you think presently, but….” He paused for a moment. “Not all of them. You keep something hidden from me. Hmm, how strange. Very well. It seems you are more interesting than I first thought.”
    “What is it that you want?” she spat out.
    “Oh, please do not start with that nonsense,” he chided. “My plans are not for you to know. However, I will assure you that now I have seen you, I plan to keep you, at least for a while.”
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    Jettie Necole is the author of the new adult novels, The Vault and Ruby.

    She has created two new series—A dystopian society forced underground and a paranormal war among ancient enemies. Both have characters forced into new and unusual situations. Although survival is always key, the search for love is never far away.

    Born and raised in Kentucky, she spent most of her time daydreaming, taking photos, shooting movies, reading and watching Star Trek and Highlander. Having a passion for the art of storytelling and the dynamics of film production, she earned a bachelor's degree in Film & Television from the University of Texas at Austin, during which she wrote, directed, and edited her own films. After graduation she moved to Los Angeles where she worked in the Film and Television industry. Currently she lives in Louisville, Kentucky with her husband and their fluffy Goldendoodle named Oliver. 

    When she's not writing she loves reading and watching anything with romance, action, sci-fi and horror.




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ROGUE by Katy Evans PROMO BLITZ TOUR




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Publication Date: July 29, 2014
The fourth story in the new adult series that began with the New York Times bestseller Real, featuring Brooke's best friend, Melanie, and the ROGUE she can't resist.
Greyson King...
My boyfriend. My friend. My protector. He's the reason I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, and the reason I fall asleep limp, worn out, and aching for his warm arms around me. When we make love, he says my name like it means something. Like I mean something.
He
Lied.
His name is Greyson King, but his alias is Zero.
There's zero trace of him, he has zero past, and now I know that with him, I will have zero future.
He may leave no trace of him anywhere, but his imprint is in me, in my very soul--and I hate that a mere look at him commands the beat of my heart. The temperature of my body.
I've looked for love my entire life. I've waited for the butterflies, the rainbows...
Instead I'm in a free fall of emotions and there's no one to catch me but the one man I should be running away from. The one man I thought was my prince charming.
Except this prince charming went rogue.
Greyson will stop at nothing to make me be with him. He'll let no one stand in our way, will allow no one to threaten me, and maybe this is what scares me most of all...
What will my rogue do to keep me?


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“Bastard,” I mumble. “You ruined my whole week, you fucking bastard. I bet you’re fucking some triple-D blonde right now and her triplets all at the same time, aren’t you? You’re not even a two-timer, you’re like a three-timer, liar, feeding me an I’ll-take-you-to-the-movies fucking line. I swear I was fine until you came back like you “got” me, like you “got” me even if I looked like a hungover mess. God, I can’t believe myself!”
I kick the tub as if it’s the tub’s fault, then yell, “OUCH!”
Scowling, I walk into the bedroom, grab my sleep clothes, pad outside to my living room/kitchen combo to grab some ice cream, slide on my Princess Bride DVD and turn on the TV. A couple of pounds of fat, here we go. I plop down and a vibration buzzes across the couch. I scowl and feel around for my phone. I find it way in between the two couch cushions, pull it out, and set it aside for a scoop of ice cream. I almost choke on it when I see a text I hadn’t noticed before.
Be home tonight.
What? My stomach vaults. I read who the text is from and suddenly I want to throw my phone into a WALL. Greyson. I scowl at it and throw it down to the couch and start pacing. I’m not going to answer him. Why would I? He seemed in no hurry to talk to me before, and now he orders me? Like an all mighty king? No thanks. I’ll pass on our second date, thank you.
But I check and notice the text was sent hours ago. I tell myself I am not going to respond, I will wait a gazillion days like he did. I set the phone aside and put a big spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, letting it melt on my tongue, but my stomach is squirming and now I can’t watch the TV, I can only stare at my phone and suck on the spoon. Then I bury the spoon in the tub and grab my phone, squeeze my eyes shut and type.
I’m home but that doesn’t mean I’m staying home. Just depends . . .
On?comes the reply, and quickly.
Whoa, was he waiting, with phone in hand, to answer? It seems like he was.
I wait one full minute. Trembling. Type: On who’s visiting
I don’t mean that as an invite. I mean it as in: I’d hightail it out of here if he set foot in my building. But his answer is lightning fast and my heart starts pounding as it keeps staring back at me.
Me.
Crap! I have to leave. I have to leave; I can’t see him! I can’t be this easy! A line must be drawn. He’s already shown what our night together meant to him, and I won’t let myself be devalued by him or any other moron again.
I should leave before he arrives, or when he does, yell through the door, without opening it even an inch, and tell him that I’m NOT INTERESTED! You stood me up, you didn’t get in touch soon enough, I am not your booty call, have a good life!
Yeah. That sounds right.
Determined, I head over to close the living room blinds. When I glance out the window and reach for the string I see a dark sports car pull over and a man in black step out of the driver’s seat. He looks up toward my window and all my systems stop when our eyes lock, hold, recognize. My insides go into chaos mode. A strange excitement makes my knees knock.
Fuck me, it’s really him.
What is he doing here? What does he want?
He heads into the building and I turn to face my closed door, panicking because I haven’t changed, I didn’t change. I’m in my pj’s, if hardly that.
Noticing the pint of ice cream still grasped in my hand, I run to shove it back into the freezer, spoon and all. I start pacing around in circles, trying to come up with a new plan, but unable to think for shit. I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he brought me home last week.
Deciding not to delay the inevitable, I swing the door open as he steps out of the elevator. He looks straight at me and his gaze drills into me, making a hole straight in my thoughts. One of my neighbors and her husband pass along the hall toward their door.
“Well, hello there, Melanie. A little chilly out.” She gestures to the white silk shorts and near-transparent camisole I’m wearing in complete disapproval and continues on.
Greyson follows behind her and fills up the space one foot away from my threshold with muscle and beauty and testosterone and, I swear, god, I swear, he’s as lethal as a nuclear bomb. My knees, oh, my knees. My heart. My eyes. My body feels both light as a feather and heavy as a tank. How can this be? He’s so stunning I can’t even move. Or blink, or hardly stand; I’m leaning on the door frame.
I’m fully sober. Something I might regret. He’s no longer blurred by the rain, by vodka, or by my stupid illusions of prince charming.
The man standing at my door is very real, very big, very tan, and his smile is very, very charming. There is no word for the way he stands there, his eyes dark and glimmering, his cheekbones hard and his jaw smoothly shaven, his mouth so beautiful, tipped up mischievously at the corners. His suit is perfect, playboy perfect, and his tousled hair run with wayward streaks of copper that makes me want to rake my fingers straight through. And he’s here, looking at me as if waiting for me to let him in. A memory of the morning he brought me home flashes through me. Where I felt sore because of the way he’d loved me all night. The little mark behind my ear that I found the next morning.
Hanging on to my every instinct of self-preservation, I hold the door only halfway open when he catches it in one big powerful hand.
“Invite me in,” he says softly, holding the door in his firm grip.
“My car doesn’t need a tune-up, it’s fine, but thanks for checking in on it,” I say, pushing it closed with more effort.
He shoves the door open and strides inside, and I’m frustrated over my inability to keep him out. Now he’s inside and he shuts the door like he owns my place, then he studies it with a sweep of narrowed eyes. “This building has a laundry chute?”
“That’s your line?”
He crosses the room and pulls the rest of the blinds shut, then he performs an insanely quick check of my place with a sweep of his gaze that makes my insides turn over.
It’s almost like he’s making sure there is no other man here.
He can’t possibly be jealous, can he?
And now . . . now that he seems assured no one is here but me, he starts walking over to me and looking at my mouth, and I’m walking away because every instinct of self-preservation in me tells me to walk away.
“You’re here. Why are you here all of a sudden? Some other date canceled on you last minute?” I demand.
“I have a date I’d like to schedule with you.” His eyebrows pull low over those brilliant hawklike eyes. “You’re not nearly as excited to see me as I’d hoped.”
“Maybe I thought you were a drunken hallucination. Maybe I hoped you were.”
I hit the back of my kitchen island and he locks me in with his arms, his eyes almost desperate and hungry. Then he cups my face and sets his mouth to mine, like he thinks—mistakenly—I belong to him.
“I’m not,” he says, softly, then he kisses me again, so deeply I lose my train of thought until he speaks against my mouth again. “A hallucination. And if you need me to, I’ll spend all night reminding you of what it feels like to have my tongue and my cock buried deep in you and how much you liked it.”
He leans over as if to kiss me again. My voice trembles as I turn my head. “Don’t, Greyson.”
“I don’t like that word, ‘don’t,’” he rasps against my cheek. “But I do like you saying Greyson.”
He tips my head around with the tip of one finger and stares at me like he loves the look of me. I lift one of his arms and he lets me, and I start easing away again, free of him, but not free of his stare. The first night he just kept staring at my eyes like he couldn’t tear his gaze free, but now, now he’s seeing all of me. I’m wearing shorts and a camisole yet my body starts heating as his eyes rake me up and down.
“I gave you a chance and you blew it,” I breathe.
“I want another one.”




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Monday, July 28, 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway - Fearless Love - Kennedy Kelly


Synopsis 

After tragic loss, walls aren't easily destroyed.

Professor Audra Cole lives a life of heartache after losing her husband in a tragic accident. She simply goes through the motions of caring for her 5-year-old sons and puts on a brave act for her close friends and family When she hires a young man to remodel her home in hopes of helping her move on from memories of her husband, she is unprepared for who walks in. The sexy contractor, with his swagger, single dimple and caring ways, shows Audra that her heart needs a little work too.

Brecken Michaels has closed himself off after a devastating loss. When a beautiful, new client turns his head and makes his heart skip a beat with her quirkiness, brilliant mind and loving ways, Brecken may have to re-evaluate the blueprints of his heart.

Just as Audra and Brecken discover friendship and trust, a life-altering tragedy threatens the new foundation they are building. Will these two crumble under the pressure, or become FEARLESS and blend together to make one solid unit built on LOVE?


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I stepped into the shower and he followed behind me. The water felt fantastic on my skin, I let it run over my head and cascade down my back. Moving aside, I let Brecken get under the water. He had to bend his head down to get it wet. I watched the water as it made tiny rivulets down his perfect pecs to his six-pack.
He reached for the shampoo, squirted some into his hand, placed it back on the shelf and starting rubbing it into my hair while giving me a scalp massage. It felt amazing. “I love having my head massaged, Brecken.” I leaned over and gave him a peck on his chest. I rinsed my hair and then he grabbed my strawberry shower gel, rubbed it into his hands and starting slathering my body with it. He worked it into my shoulders and then cupped both of my breasts in his hands and began kneading them while tweaking my nipples. I gasped and I felt myself getting wetter than I already was. He bent down to his knees and continued the cycle by running soap up and down my legs and into my inner thighs.
“Are you saving the best part for last?”
“Damn straight.” He kissed my inner thigh.
He started playing with my sex, rubbing it with soap and lathering my silky folds while paying special attention to my clit. He then ran one hand to my entrance, inserted two fingers and began pumping them up and down while stimulating my clit with his other hand. I panted and was so wet for him as his fingers slid in and out of my wetness. He increased his pace, and I felt myself tighten around his fingers. My orgasm plowed through my body. “Oh God, Brecken, that feels amazing.”
“That’s it, baby, ride my fingers, take it all.”
My body was shaking, and I felt shaky on my unsteady legs. I leaned up against him to keep my balance and slung my arms around his waist. I looked up at him as I tried to catch my breath and smiled.
I felt steadier and grabbed the body wash so I could wash him with my hands. “My turn, handsome, but you’re going to have to do your own hair—I can’t reach it.”
I loaded my hands with shower gel and started rubbing them over his pecs and down his delicious V. I then attacked his arms, sliding my hands up, down, and all around as I would his shaft. I knelt down before him and rubbed soap onto each of his legs, taking my time as I rubbed them with finesse. I spread his legs a little, placed tender kisses on his thighs, and then kissed the head of his cock. I placed my hand around his girth and rubbed up, down and around, playing with the slit in the tip of his penis. He was gasping for breath as I worked him over. I slid my other hand down and lathered his balls while I rolled them around in my hand, squeezing them. He took my hands and stopped me.
“I have to have you now.” He lifted me up against the shower wall, and I wrapped my legs around him while he thrust into my core. My breathing became labored as he pounded into me. This wasn’t making love or having sex—this was fucking… wild animal fucking. He gasped, and I knew he was close to his release. I felt my body quicken, and then I fell over the edge. “Oh, God!”
“I know, baby, that was perfection.” I felt his cum slide down my leg. He settled me down on my unsteady feet, and then we just held one another while the water washed away the soap from our bodies.


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I was born and raised in Kansas City, MO where I grew up with four older brothers. I now reside in Overland Park, Kansas. I'd always loved to write as a child. My teachers would call home not because I was in trouble but because I had a creative imagination and they wanted my parents to know about the crazy stories I was writing. I've always been a hard worker. I started working with my family's company when I was 15 and still haven't stopped. I am a wife, mother of two, hold down a full time job and am now trying to be a indie author. I have a passion for reading and before I started writing I could be found with a Kindle in my hand morning, noon and night. I'm a picky reader so it's hard to please me but I feel like I have a keen eye for a good book.

I hope you all will join me on my new journey as I release my first book Fearless Love. It can be very scary but with my passion for the written word I hope it will be well worth it.

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