5 Minutes in the Closet with Em Petrova

Here in Pennsylvania, there’s a cotton candy sky and it feels like spring. I love going outside to decorate for Christmas in my bare feet!The extent of my decorating is shoving a few plastic candy canes into the earth, adding a wreath to the door… and CHUBBY. What’s that, you ask? Well, last year I wanted to buy a nice, elegant, lighted tree for my porch. This is what you get when you take your children to Target with you:

Chubby the Penguin


My dreams of a Pottery Barn Christmas were smashed to little smiling, ear-muffed, penguin-y bits. Sure, I was a little disgruntled at first, but I have to admit that Chubby has grown on me. In the end, the spirit of giving up my dream of an elegant front porch benefits my kids, who will have Chubby as one of their childhood memories. And isn’t the spirit of giving the most important during the holidays? Of course, it’s not just handing friends and family a card or a gift–it’s spending time with them. Family dinners and holiday concerts galore.

But being with family can be stressful. I have a code word to let my inner circle of loved ones know that I need to get out of there before I find myself handcuffed in the back of a squad car. Code Word: Jackwagon. Kind of like Jack-Off, but a little easier to fit into conversation.

“Man, that Jackwagon on the street just backed into the telephone pole.”

Or: “Let’s Jackwagon these taters to the table! They smell grrrreat!”

See how easy? I’d like you to make up your own code word so you feel empowered to exit stage right!

Also, tell me a moment when you gave up something you really wanted for someone else.

I’m holding a contest! Go here: http://www.empetrova.com/Guestbook.php to enter for a chance to win 12 hunky firemen! That’s right! A 2013 NY Firefighter calendar is up for grabs in honor of my upcoming 12-12-12 release CONTROLLED BURN! And please share the love by letting your friends know. If your friend wins, you can ogle her muscled firemen!

Read on for a hot excerpt of CONTROLLED BURN


Fire Chief Pearce Johnson has been struggling with his attraction to fellow team member and special ops guy Mitch Morelli. In the sauna, long looks turn into a steamy self-love encounter. Pearce runs home and tells his wife of fifteen years all about it—resulting in a five-alarm blaze between them.

Ellie has always suspected her husband would crave another relationship with a man. When he brings Mitch into their fantasies, she encourages Pearce to explore this newfound sexual link even as she longs for the big Italian firefighter to visit their bed. But taming two firemen might be tougher than she thinks.

Mitch can’t get enough of his rugged chief and Ellie’s femininity. But on the job, his boss pushes him away and purposely avoids working with him. Wounded, Mitch is finished trying to see his lover’s point of view, until one perilous event makes them all wake up and realize love is too precious to ignore.

Excerpt Rated Steaming Panties HAWT:

At the familiar jangle of her husband’s keys in the lock, a tingle shot down Ellie’s spine. She flipped open the satin flap of her robe and let her thighs fall apart slightly, hoping to offer Pearce an enticing view after a hard day at Firehouse 5.

His muscled shoulder appeared through the crack in the door and the rest of his bulky form followed. Her libido kicked into overdrive. For four days, he’d been working back-to-back shifts and she’d been out of her mind with need. If tonight fell through, she was going to stow away in his locker and pop out like a Wife Surprise.

She let him adjust to dim glow of the candlelight. His gaze locked on her and immediate want flashed behind his hazel eyes. The heavy items he’d been holding thudded as he dropped them to the floor.

His chest rumbled. “Mmm. I see I get dessert before the main course.”

Her nipples bunched at that growl, eager to feel his mouth humming against her flesh. “Baby, you get anything you want.”

Something dark slid behind his eyes and he dropped his attention to his steel-toed boots. He bent to unlace them and toed them off.

Ellie waited, pulse racing. Damn, she hoped he was seriously up to pouring himself into a night of lovemaking. She couldn’t wait anymore and the collection of toys he’d given her to satisfy her bodily wants while he captained the biggest firehouse in the city wasn’t doing the trick anymore. She needed a real man between her legs—she needed Pearce.

He straightened up and met her gaze. Her breath caught half in, half out as she noted that smolder in his eyes. Everything in her demanded she get up and cross the room to him, throw herself in his strong arms and seduce him right out of his tighty whities.

But tonight he was going to come after her. She deserved it, after he’d made her wait.

A trickle of cream escaped her tight folds and oozed down her inner thigh. She spread her legs farther to allow him a glimpse.

Right on cue, he groaned. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Damn, woman, you’ve been waiting for me.”

“Been thinking about you for days.” She crooked a finger and he started forward as if on an invisible puppet thread.

Her heart raced faster as he neared. His thigh muscles bulged beneath his snug-fitting jeans and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving her a hint of man chest. Heaviness weighed in her core.

“Darlin’, I’ve been dying to get home to you too.” He plucked her off the sofa and sank to the cushions in one swift movement. She found herself cradled on his lap, legs dangling over one thick thigh and her pussy against his bulging erection.

She wriggled and snaked her arms around his neck. Even after fifteen years of marriage, he was all she wanted. She lived, ate and breathed Pearce Johnson. Long ago, when she’d discovered she couldn’t have his babies, she’d decided she’d been gifted with an amazing man and she’d make the most of every minute. Lately, however, she’d felt a strain in him—a strain she hoped was simply fatigue from working long, stressful hours.
Hopefully tonight would bring him some ease.

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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2 thoughts on “5 Minutes in the Closet with Em Petrova

  1. Love your penguin (we have a plastic snowman) : and the excerpt definitely will warm you up from the inside out!


  2. krystalbrookes

    I think you’re better off with Chubby. Christmas Trees are so 20th century, lol.


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