Sexy Snippets - Borrowed Times Part Two

Hello, and welcome back to this weeks sexy snippet.  I thought I would pick up from where we left off last week.  So here are my seven sentences.

He was slow, teasing as he kissed her as softly as the water fell. It was like magic, caught somewhere between sense and sensibility, where nothing else mattered he felt her let herself go. 

Her heart beating faster she pulled him closer and kissed him deeper. So in tune with what she wanted he gave everything he had, and she took it all.  The more she took the more she gave him in return, which made him give again.  Soon they were both lost in desperation, neither one in control of their body or mind.

 

Deep and fast and still they craved more until the heat flashed through them, throbbing through every ounce of their blood as their climax took hold.  There were words spoken in lovers muffles and a cry for God somewhere in the room as Charlotte leaned back against the shower wall for support and he rested his head on her shoulder. 

 

Hope you enjoyed this weeks snippet, please leave a comment, I love reading them.

 

Don't forget to stop by the other Authors' blogs taking part this week. Just follow this link.

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html

 

Until next time, take care.

 

J.P. Stevens

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Sexy Snippets - Borrowed Times

 

 

Hello all. So sorry it has been a while since my last blog. I wont bore you with the details on how my tablet wouldn't cut from one app and paste into another, or how just being a mother took priority. Not even how my lack of inspiration for NaNo has left me feeling glum and uninspired to write anything.
 
 
So today I am going right back to the very beginning of my writing and bringing you seven sentences from my first ever manuscript, Borrowed Times.
 
 
She couldn’t help but laugh at his boyish charm, that being one of the many things that had attracted her to him in the first place. He kissed her softly, teasing, as the warm water spray ran down her back adding to her arousal. 
 
His hands moving hungrily to her breast where her now wet camisole clung to her body like a second layer of skin, highlighting exactly where her nipples begged to be touched. Aidan deepened the kiss as he pushed her back against the shower wall. 
 
She felt him hard against her groin sending more heat waving through her. Her vision completely hazed, so much so she could hardly tell if her eyes were open or closed.
 
Charlotte scraped her nails down his back making him arch into her so she could feel more of his hardness press against her crutch. She gripped his arse to hold him as she started to grind her hips into his.
 
I hope you like this snippet, please leave a comment as I love hearing your feedback. Also don't forget to pop over to all the other Authors taking part. Just follow this link:
 
 http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
 
Well that's all for this week, and now that my laptop is back in full working order, I will be back next week with another snippet. Until then, take care.
 
J.P. Stevens
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Jorja Lovett - Take over

Hello folks, so glad you could join me today. I have a special guest, Jorja Lovett here today, talking about the fantastic book two of The Wild Irish Wolves - Wolf on the Run. If you have read the first one, then I know that you are just as keen on hearing about the second. If you haven't read the first one - Wolf on the Hill, I highly recommend you do.

Just look at this cover:

Stunning hey? Well, without further ado, I'll hand over to Jorja:

Thanks for having me today to share my new release, The Wolf on the Run, book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves. I love my Olcan Hills pack and hopefully my readers will have the same passion for Rory and co too.

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett

Short Blurb:


Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her demons alone?
Long Blurb:


As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.

When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than friends.

Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.

Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.

Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?


Excerpt:

Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.

He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.

The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.

He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.

Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.

They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.

He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. "You can run, wolf lady, I'll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?"

She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. "Not until you say it."

"Say what?" He was hard as hell and ready for round two.

"That I’m as good as you." She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.

"That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first." The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.

"I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night." She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.

He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. "I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top."

She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. "You’re on."

This was one race he intended to lose.
 Available from

Totally Bound
All Romance

Amazon



Author Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
  
Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website 

Sexy Snippets - More Alana

Hello again. Sorry it's been a while, but I have finally managed to sort out my laptop. *does the happy dance*

Since the last time I was on here, I have now finished Alana. *another happy dance* This is such a big moment for me because this is my first manuscript that has slowly been written over a period of two years. Not a constant write for two years, as I have written other stuff in between, but two years, almost to the day.

So I feel it only fair that this weeks snippets is taken from Alana.


With a small shuffle forward, and a push with his feet, Nick was traveling forward through the air, with Alana held tightly in his arms. As gravity started to take hold and pull them down, Nick tried to shift his body underneath Alana. With the added weight of Alana, they fell faster than he anticipated. He pulled his elbow, which cradled Alana’s head, in towards his chest, then used his shoulder to break the fall. A sharp shooting pain went up to his neck as his shoulder made contact with the mattress and he rolled onto his back to help take the rest of the impact. He knew he had landed awkward and damaged his shoulder, but that didn’t matter right now.

Nick pulled the sheet from Alana’s face. She wasn’t breathing.


Well I hope you liked the snippet, please leave a comment and don't forget to pop by all the other authors taking part in this weeks sexy snippets.

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html


Until Next time, take care.

J.P. Stevens
xXx

Broken laptop

Hello, so sorry to have missed a few posts this last week, my laptop is very poorly.

It was revived recently with a new heart, but fear the problem has caused other issues. Hopefully it will be fixed soon, as trying to blog post from a mobile phone is not easy at all!

I will keep you updated and hopefully will return to bloging very soon.

Until then, take care.

J.P. Strvens
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Flash Fiction Friday - Moonlight

Yay, it's finaly Friday! Is it me or has this week taken soooo long to end? Anyway I am back with another Flash Fiction Friday, and as always, I am supposed to stick to 100 words.
This is the picture we are all working on:

That's a pretty hot picture right? So you know what is going to follow right?You have been warned!

The fine mist spray droplets were illuminated by the moons rays, as it covered our bodies with a welcoming coolness. Our breath was short, shallow and desperate as we began our climaxed. “Oh god, yes, that’s it,” I cried as hot blood pumped right to my core. I tightened around his length and he pushed hard and fast sending me right over the edge. I milked him for every drop he offered and then slowly leaned up and back against his chest. Cheek to cheek, he massaged my breasts and I closed my eyes as he feather kissed my lips.

I would also like to add that I have managed to hit the 100 word mark exactly. * feeling chuffed*

 

If you like what you have read, hop on over to all the other blogs and Authors taking part.

 

http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/11-october-2013.html

 

I'll be back on Sunday for my Sexy Snippets, but until then, take care.

 

J.P. Stevens

xXx

Raven McAllan Take Over

Hello, hope you are well. 

Today I have a very special guest, Raven McAllan and she is here to celebrate her 2nd Birthday as an Author.

So to get this party started, I thought I'd bring a little cake, but you can't have a piece until you sing:

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to Raven,
Happy birthday to you.

 

So if you're all comfy, and ready, I'll hand you all over to the lovely Raven.

This time two years ago I was a nervous shivering excited wreck. I was almost a published author.

Here I am two years on and in the same state—or very nearly.

If you'd've told me then, that now I’d still be writing, still being published and have over fifty stories out there with my name on them, I'd probably asked you where you got the magic mushrooms from.

However here I am, and yes I have and oh how fabulous it is.

Around three years ago, I was away from work, bored, sore and wondering what on earth I could do other than read. Don't get me wrong, I love reading, but I was rapidly running out of books.

Then someone suggested I went onto Facebook, and lo and behold (sorry dramatic or what?)I discovered a writing competition, at which I hasten to add I was rubbish. But through it I met a lot of other wannabe authors and then, became part of my critique group UCW.

The rest as they say, is history.

When I started I had no idea how I wrote, or even if I could. Let alone what. I've been oh so fortunate that my publisher have let me try my voice out in more than one way.

Even though I started off writing Regency, which I love, I had to try writing contemporary romance as well. And paranormal, m/m, menage, YA—well you get the idea? I needed to know what I'm capable off. I still do for that fact.

There's nothing like the thrill of having a character shout in my ear and say write me, get on with it. So I do.

I've learned the hard way (I'm a member of the lone star club) that not everyone will like what I write or the way I do it. But thankfully that others will and do. Whichever, any comment means someone has read one of my books. The one I cherish most, is a third hand heard (but confirmed by the speaker only last week almost eighteen months on) that, "have you heard? Raven writes, and her books are disgusting." To which my answer was "Books plural? Then she's read them all?"

To celebrate my birthday, I'm dotting all over the place for a couple of weeks. For each blog I'm on (and sorry no list you'll just have to keep your eyes open) I'm offering a mini swag bag plus an Ebook, for one person who answers my question. As well I'll pick one commenter at random form all the comments overall and send one of my print books (winners choice)

So what shall I ask? I'm going to be cruel and ask two questions. How did I get my pen name? Where is your favourite place to read?

 

Now the lovely JP was kind enough to let me hijack her blog. I've given her cake and candies while we chat. That's the joy of knowing such awesome people. We chat and she, well I was going to day just lets us, but hey, she's made the coffee, and got me gluten free muffins. Isn't it good to be able to make so many friends and know whatever time of the day or night, you can pop onto someone's blog or onto Facebook and find someone to talk to.  The only down side is when I should be writing. See JP is grinning at me now. But well sometimes coffee and chat and birthday parties are just needed aren't they?

However on that note, Maybe I'd best get back to my sexy Regency Dom, before he throws a Dom-disciplinary at me. (And in Regency times they were somewhat creative)

Oh and The Girl on the Bus is out from www.evernightpublishing.com on Friday 11th

Stalking links can be found here…

www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy Reading, Love R xx

 

Thank you so much for stopping by Raven, and I hope you guys enjoyed  your cake.

 

That's all for today, but Join me again on Friday for our Flash Fiction Friday. Until then, take care.

 

J.P. Stevens

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