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Sex in a bed is becoming less and less popular in the books I write. Why confine your sex life to the bedroom when you have the whole world to explore? Must I mention there’s something exciting about doing the “naughty” in different places? Imagine you and your lover getting home late one evening and as you’re both walking down the hallway, you stop him, whisper a dirty-nothing in his ear and there you two are…going at it like rabbits. Fast, furious and surprising. Anything wrong with any one of those descriptions? Didn’t think so.
My characters can’t keep their hands off one another in the kitchen. The smells are an aphrodisiac. Not every man I write is a chef, but he knows how to work his lollipop. I like turning up the heat and making a hot-spicy- a la-you. A little dash of steam, a sprinkle of spice, a splash of juice–you have your own secret recipe. How excited would you be if your partner wore a Kiss the Cook apron and nothing else? Or, how about a “This Chef Nose His Stuff.” Imagine…a face and an inner pocket where his “tool” fits inside and the nose grows? Yeah, a bit silly, but I wouldn’t complain. Wouldn’t that make a great cover for a book?!?
I don’t think I’ve ever taken a shower without a sinful thought coming to mind. The mixture of nudity, steam, water and soap…oh my. I love sneaking off to the bathroom for a “washing contest.” Have you ever played? Hmm…you’ll want to try. Lathering each other’s body while pressed against the cold tiles with him behind is a thrilling image, and feeling. Take extra time with his package–rinse and repeat. Most men say they love the sensation of oral sex while having the beads of water pounding their body. Sounds delish. Readers like scenes involving water, don’t they? I’ve been known to thrust my characters into a lightning storm, thunder in the distance and rain pouring down, soaking their bodies. Women are sexy wearing a thin shirt, no bra, and wet. After all, wet t-shirt contests are popular for a reason.
Tired of boring laundry? Who isn’t? Here’s an idea–take off your clothes, throw them in the washer, then have a seat on top. Warm things up during the rinse cycle with a little ride. Who needs a vibrating bed?
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Riding is nice. But riding with a partner is much more fun… Duke McGraw learned the hard way that life can change in the blink of an eye. Waking up from a coma, he wants nothing more than to ride back into his life–but nothing is the same, not even Lila Sinclair. With pride the size of Texas, Duke builds a wall of anger. Bent, not broken, he climbs back into the saddle to see where the rocky trail leads him. Lila loves Duke–always had, always will–but the wounds of tragedy run deeper than physical. Confused by Duke’s emotional barriers, Lila is at the end of her rope but refuses to lose hope. Tough and determined, Lila’s out to lasso her cowboy. But will her nurturing heart be broken again? A man like Duke comes with risks. When playing with fire someone is bound to get scorched. Some flames never die, and Duke and Lila’s connection is hotter than hell. Temperatures rise on the ranch and horses aren’t the only thing being ridden. When the future is at stake, choices must be made. Beyond the scars and tragedy, will love rise again or will the second chance be the last?
“If you don’t leave now, I won’t be held responsible for what happens!” Every muscle in his body tensed.
“What are you talking about?”
Logical reasoning gone, he grabbed her hips and dragged her against his body. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he whispered as he dropped his mouth to hers. He pressed his lips against her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her sweetness. Every nerve ending, every cell, charged alive. He was consumed with heat and need. If he didn’t gather himself, he’d lose control.
He started to pull away, but her arms looped around his neck and a moan escaped her, erasing any possibility that this would end without fulfillment. He’d suffer the consequences later, for now he wanted to fall into the madness and the unyielding connection that drew them together.
Her fingers dropped to his waist and undid the button. At the same time, he slid his hands down her slender body, to the hem of her shorts and smoothed his palms across her silken thighs. In one swift move, he lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his hips. He took two steps to the bed and lowered her, keeping their bodies entwined. He laid down on top of her.
He lifted his head and looked down into her bright eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His words came out on a long breath.
The tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.
Lifting himself up on his knees, he unfastened her shorts and removed them from her body, her pink panties followed. The air left his lungs in bittersweet yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his palm along the slight curve of her stomach and downward, running his fingers across the apex of her thighs. Vanilla entwined with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock grew and he thought he’d burst.
She must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his hips, freeing his cock that stood full and erect. He helped by sliding them further down his legs and gave them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping and milking, as her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d been long, too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and burying his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some, he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re fucking hot.”
“I want you, Duke!”
“Are you taking something, baby?” he asked against her cheek. “Protection?”