ABOUT WRITING your essential #writing manual (#paperback #xmas #MFRWAuthor @MFRW_ORG)

It's finally here! About Writing, my writing manual.

It's a compilation of both my writing primers in one handy, inexpensive paperback, perfect for Christmas gift-giving to the aspiring or advanced writer you know.

Here's what people said about the books included in About Writing:

PLOTTING AND PLANNING: 

Sue has written a concise manual that is valuable for both beginning and seasoned writers. Going to write a book? Read this first! 

--Bestselling suspense author Kylie Brant 

Suz deMello's PLOTTING AND PLANNING is a concise, informative, and entertaining look at writing a novel. 

--Paranormal author Silver James

Regarding the other book that's in ABOUT WRITING: 

Not only did WRITE THIS NOT THAT! reach #2 on Amazon’s writing reference list, but it also garnered many five star reviews: 

Five stars...good advice and fun to read.

--Jo Frye 

Five stars... Kudos to the author for a well-written manual! 

--Book CraZ Five stars from me... 

This short guide covers the essentials and is useful for both new and experienced writers. 

                                                --Author Catherine Cavendish

Here's a little taste:

PLOTTING AND PLANNING

There are three rules to writing a novel.

Unfortunately, no one knows

what they are.

--Somerset Maugham

For decades, I sensed a creative spark glowing feebly inside me. I tried everything I could to nurture that tiny ember and fan it into a blaze. I sang in concert choirs and rock bands. I painted and made craft projects; I remember buying Styrofoam balls, rick-rack and sequins one Christmas when I was about nine. I recall how great I felt when Mrs. Elliott, my friend Dru's mother, bought one of my primitive ornaments for a whole thirty-five cents.

Later I majored in art without, alas, a shred of talent at drawing. The leap from pen to brush didn't come easily—some say I never bridged that gap.

My preference for the pen was a sign I ignored or didn't know how to interpret.

Woodcut by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi
via Wikimedia Commons

And unfortunately, creative writing units in middle school English classes didn't help. They never answered this basic question: How does an author write a book?

Unfortunately for aspiring authors, this is not an easy question to answer. It’s tantamount to asking, Where do authors get their ideas? which, believe me, is our least favorite question. I often tell people I get them at Sears—they’re sold by the dozen in the basement between the barbecues and the bikes.

I needed years of study to learn how to write a story, but ideas are actually the easiest part of it. I find them almost anywhere. Maybe a magazine article about a place or event. Perhaps someone I meet or something a person says may trigger a train of thought that will eventually lead to a book. Maybe travel to someplace new ignites the creative spark that will inspire me.

Here’s a better question: What are the building blocks of plot and story?

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Getcher kink on with "Kinky Toes" ...with a contest! (@MFRW_ORG, #free #kink #erotica)

Get hooked on a new shortie by Suz deMello.

What's it about, you ask? Well, here's the blurbage:

Genre: contemporary erotic romance

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

And here's a snippet to pique your interest:

The moment they were alone in the elevator, she sprang at him and slammed her lips against his. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight as his tongue invaded her mouth. She sucked at him hard, shoving her hands into his hair. He tasted and felt divine.

Her body was aflame, all light and heat, and he picked her up as though she were made of unsubstantial fire, weighing nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. His big hands supported her under her ass, and he rubbed and kneaded the cheeks as he walked, continuing to kiss her hard and deep, the thrusts of his tongue presaging what she hoped his cock would be doing very soon.

You can score your copy at the below URL for a mere $1.49!

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html

And there's a contest!

A randomly selected commenter will receive a free digital cop of the story. YAY! Cutoff date DECEMBER 8; winner selected shortly thereafter.

Remember: this is a blog hop. Find other talented authors' snippets here:
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A Kinky Sunday Snog from Kinky Toes (@SuzdeMello #ellorascave #footfetish @Fetlife)

Today's Sunday Snog is a different than most...I wrote Kinky Toes at a time when I sought to keep the sex scenes and the writing fresh by exploring new kinks--at least, kinks that were new to me, which is quite a few. 

Here's what the story is about:

Genre: contemporary erotic romance

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist the foot lover's red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

And here's the snog (a nibble really--hope that's okay!) ...and a bit more:

She tightened her legs around his torso and began to rock. She’d come, but he was still big and diamond-hard inside her. He grabbed one of her feet and brought it to his mouth. Lucky she was flexible from her yoga classes.

He eased off the shoe and bit her big toe through her pantyhose. The little pain reverberated throughout her body, with the vibrations settling into her pussy. She gasped.

He rubbed her heel up the sides to the ankle bone, then pushed hard on a spot on the bottom of her foot between her heel and the arch.

“What—what is that?” she panted.

His grin was sexy, knowing. “Reflexology spot, babe. That went straight to your clit, didn’t it?”

If you like what you read, get the short story here on 8th October: 

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html

This is a blog hop! Find other sexy snogs here:

http://blissekiss.co.uk/

A Sexy State of Mind in "Kinky Toes"? (@SuzdeMello, #MySexySaturday, @fetlife @MFRW_ORG)

My assignment this week from the folks at My Sexy Saturday is to find a snippet that reflects my characters' sexy state of mind.

In this clip from the forthcoming Kinky Toes, Shelbie and Rick find their sexy state of mind in, of all places, a Sexaholics Anonymous meeting:

“My name is Rick, and I’m a sex addict.”

Rick seemed self-possessed, a dark-haired, attractive thirty-something in a charcoal three-piece suit. But Shelbie Nathanson noticed his bright blue eyes darting right and left, up and down.

Up and down her body to rest on her feet, clad in heliotrope kitten heels with a peep toe. Her toenails were lacquered a contrasting lemon yellow, with heliotrope hearts on the largest toenail.

“I’m especially attracted to a woman’s feet.” His gaze lifted to her eyes, then dropped to her shoes. She squirmed in the uncomfortable folding chair, set in a circle with about ten others.

“Especially when she’s wearing beautiful shoes,” he continued.

Shelbie crossed her legs at the ankles and tucked her feet beneath the chair.

Rick pressed his lips together. They were very nice lips, full and sculpted without looking feminine. “I work at a company that designs high-end women’s shoes. They’re so gorgeous, so sexy…but I’m confronted by temptation every day. How sick is that?”

If you like what you read, get the book here on October 8:

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html

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A Sneak Peek at a new shortie--Kinky Toes (#SPeekSunday #kink @fetlife #sex)

It's coming on October 8! My kinkiest story yet...

         This contemporary romance focuses on  the foot and shoe fetish. In it, Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

             This short story was the first I wrote about a form of sexual desire in

which I have no interest whatsoever. Okay, I like a pair of pretty shoes as much as the next girl, but I’m not sexually aroused by feet or footwear. The first time

a man sucked my toes was after a hot and sweaty bike ride, and candidly, I thought the experience a little disgusting. Not for me—I wasn’t doing the sucking—but for the guy. Nevertheless, he seemed to really enjoy it, despite the unsanitary nature of the activity. (He was a doctor, too, which made what he did even more puzzling).

            But each to his own, I say, and if someone indulges a fetish and doesn’t hurt anyone else (except with consent, of course) who am I to judge?

            I wrote Kinky Toes during a time when I was exploring ways to keep the writing fresh by focusing on fetishes I hadn’t previously written about. Queen’s Quest (http://www.ellorascave.com/queen-s-quest.html) is another story from that period, and it posits a society in which exhibitionism is rampant and public sex perfectly acceptable—the conformation of the futuristic planet I invented is such that birthrates are low, and anything to get new births is encouraged.

            I’m neither an exhibitionist nor a foot fetishist, so both stories were a departure for me. I didn’t know anything about foot or shoe fetishes, so I had to research both subjects.  Kinky Toes is the result.

Here’s a snippet to sharpen your interest:

In the cab, Shelbie became even more aware of Rick, if that were possible. He was big. Not fat, but solid, sizable, with broad shoulders and an obviously muscular body beneath his suit. She couldn’t help sneaking a peek at his crotch. The suit’s fabric had pulled tight as he sat, tight enough that she could guess that six-foot-two Rick’s body parts were proportional. 

After giving the cabbie an address she didn’t recognize, Rick didn’t say anything during the cab ride. Rigid with a tension she couldn’t define, Shelbie didn’t have a word to say either, not even when he picked up one of her feet and rested it in his lap, atop his very substantial hard-on. She wiggled her foot and the stiletto heel slid across the bulge in his pants.

He sighed, so she did it again. Then again. He clamped his lips tight shut, apparently stifling a groan as his erection swelled even more. He slid one finger along the exposed arch of her foot. It didn’t feel ticklish, exactly, but was tingly, the kind of tingle her pussy liked.

He inserted his finger into her toe cleavage. The spot between the big toe and the next was tiny, smaller than his index finger. His abrupt thrust hurt a little, and Shelbie had a mad vision of the time when she’d lost her virginity. Her pussy had been too small for the tool her then-boyfriend had wielded.

She had that same feeling now, an ache as something big intruded into her body’s smaller space. She tried to pull away but he persisted, twisting his finger until he’d pushed in as far as her shoe would allow.

He sawed his finger in and out and she bit down on her lower lip to avoid moaning aloud. She flung her head back, panting as he rotated his finger.

Like what you read? There’s more! 

Bookmark it for purchase on October 8th:

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Spank Me If You Can--excerpt from Bridling His Vampire by Suz deMello (#SatSpanks #spanking #BDSM @MFRW_ORG)

All of us have to be introduced to the joy of spanking--the pleasure of this activity isn't readily apparent. In this snippet. Isobel Kilburn, budding vampire and affianced bride of Edgar MacReiver, gets her first sexy spanking.

But wait! What's the story about? Inquiring minds want to know.

Scotland, 1766.

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, has never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird, until she bites his tongue and drinks his blood. Still, he's determined to bridle the wild child of the infamous vampire clan by any means necessary, including bondage and discipline.

But are some women impossible to tame? 

And here's that heavenly sound of palm on flesh:

The world became a bright blur as he grabbed her and flipped her over. She landed facedown, sprawled over his thighs, naked buttocks thrust into the air as though they were presented to him.

She squirmed. “This is…very unbecoming.”

“Then ‘tis suitable, for you have behaved in an unbecoming way.” He swatted her rump.

“Edgar, ye-ye’re hitting me.”

“I’m spanking your lovely arse, darling.”

There's more--a lot more. Score your copy here:

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My First Foray into #SexySnippets (#erotic #romance #MFRWAuthor @MFRW_ORG)

Many permanent weekly blog hops have sprung up and flourished while others have faded and died (here, play Taps for the late and very much lamented Dungeon Crawl!). 

Here's a new one, or at least, a new one for me--Sunday Sexy Snippets, where we post seven (7!) only seven sexy sentences.

Here, I'll gift you with seven sentences from my forthcoming Kinky Toes, erotic romance from Ellora's Cave. This will be published on October 8th, and folks--if you want a taste of pure kink, out of the ordinary, this shortie is for you. It's set in present-day New York, and has a little bit of holiday cheer thrown in.

Here's what it's about:

Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's

shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

In this snippet, Shelbie learns that rival Rick isn't all bad:

The moment they were alone in the elevator, she sprang at him and pressed her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as his tongue invaded her mouth. She sucked at him hard, shoving her hands into his hair. He tasted and felt divine.

Her body was aflame, all light and heat, and he picked her up as though she were made of insubstantial fire, weighing nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. His big hands supported her under her ass, and he rubbed and kneaded the cheeks as he walked, continuing to kiss her hard and deep, the thrusts of his tongue presaging what she hoped his cock would be doing very soon.

If you like what you read, put it on your wish list!

http://www.ellorascave.com/kinky-toes.html

This is a blog hop! Find other authors' sexy snippets here:

http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html#.VB0DtvldWSq

Can a Vamp and a Van Helsing Fall in Love? Find out in Blood Is Thicker by Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #MFRWAuthor #vampire #Vampireromance)

It's said that opposites attract...is that so?

A century-old vampire, Rama uses the name Hestia White and works as a private investigator in a small coastal town in northern California. If a few bad guys disappear on her watch, no one cares...until John van Helsing shows up, interfering in her case and her life.

Decide for yourself if this mismatched couple can make it in My Sexy Saturday's seven paragraphs:

The detective met my gaze without falter.  “I could arrest you for loitering.”  He leaned closer, partway into my window.  “Take you in.  Lock you up.”

“Oooh, handcuffs.”  I shivered theatrically.

            

“Actually, Ms. White, we’re on the job.”  His voice had gone crisp and businesslike.

            

“Actually, Detective Whoever, so am I.”  I flipped open my wallet to flash my P.I. license. “Hey, I’ve shown you mine, so why don’t you show me yours?”

            

I’d teased out a reluctant smile, one that reached deep inside to heat me from my brain to my box.  Yes, that box.  I was surprised.  Mortals don’t usually turn me on. 

            

He reached for his wallet to show me his shield and I.D.  John van Helsing.  A tremor ran through me, ruffling the tiny hairs on my nape and my arms.  Was it chance that this detective bore the name of the most famous enemy of my kind?

            

“John-boy,” I said with phony delight.

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Get Hooked by Fisher~~Seducing the Hermit by Suz deMello (MFRW_ORG #MFRWAuthor #erotica #romance)

The subtitle for this blog post could be "See, romance writers can be literary too!" 

Seducing the Hermit is my retelling of one of the Grail myths, specifically, the myth of the Fisher King. There are a number of different versions of this tale. Here's the one I remember:

During the quest to find the Holy Grail, Sir Percival, one of the most innocent and pure of King Arthur's knights, enters an enchanted wood and gives his horse its head, that is, allows the animal to roam freely to pick its way through the wood. He enters a waste land in which nothing grows. Within the Waste Land is a lake with a castle nearby. On the lake is a boat with a man fishing--the Fisher King.

The king rows to shore and invites Percival to stay at his castle as long as he likes. Percival notices that the king is wounded but does not dare to ask about the crippling wound to the groin, which he learns has rendered the king impotent. Such a question would be intrusive and rude, and Percival has been taught not to pry.

The feast is lavish and the companionship merry, but when Percival awakens the next morning, everyone is gone. The next evening again brings another party, but again, the next morning the castle is deserted and lonely in its Waste Land.

Finally Sir Percival asks the Fisher King "What troubles you?"

And the king is healed, as is the land, for the land is a reflection of its king's infertility.

In Seducing the Hermit, Val Percy, a deejay from Los Angeles, comes to Alaska to work and meets Fisher Chugatt, who keeps the radio station's old equipment running. He's not impotent as in the myth, but he is commitment-shy to an extreme degree. Valerie, having been raised by somewhat uptight parents, feels it's bad manners to ask what the deal is.

I'll let you read the book to find out what Valerie learns. In the meantime, here's a snippet to pique your interest in Val and Fisher's romance.

Fisher pulled her tight against him, and their hips met with a sudden, sharp bang that presaged what Valerie hoped would happen. His cock was a long, thick ridge against her mound, and he ground his pelvis from side to side, rubbing that heavenly bulge against her. She bent one knee and raised it high, wrapping her leg around his waist, opening herself so he’d hit the sweetest spot. Each push of his rod against her clit took her higher, made her hotter.

She tore her mouth away from his and panted for breath, seeking control of herself. She didn’t know him well enough to let herself completely lose her head, and it wasn’t smart to fall into lust with the first man she’d laid eyes on in her new home.

“Isn’t this the kind of help you had in mind?” Fisher’s eyes were languorous, his beautifully sculpted mouth half-open, wet, seductive.

If you like what you read, buy it here in print:

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A Snog for Sommer (#erotica #free @sommermarsden @victoriablisse)

Here at The Velvet Lair we keep tabs on our friends--even our friends' friends! Sommer Marsden, friend of friend Victoria Blisse, is apparently having a bit of a bad time with family illnesses and so on. So the lovely, kind Vicky Blisse is devoting her Sunday Snog blog for 14 Sept to Sommer...so the following is a snog for Sommer (even though I rarely snog girls).

You can help Sommer out by checking out her blog and maybe buying one of her books:
http://sommermarsden.blogspot.co.uk/

And here's a summer snog for Sommer, from Seducing the Hermit:

Valerie saw the unmistakable signs of male need. A flaring of the nostrils. A heated narrowing of Fisher's eyes. She smelled his masculine aroma, an intriguing mixture of sky and forest, with the biting tang of the sea caught in his long, sexy hair.

Yes. The first touch of his firm lips against hers ignited her blood. She turned on as if he’d flicked a switch, and suddenly she felt alive, the way she always felt when she made love. This was the feeling she craved. This was what she lived for. When she touched a beautiful man, it was as though her world morphed from black and white into color. God, she needed this, needed him.

She opened her mouth to let him in. His lips trembled ever-so-slightly against hers and she thought, Hmmm…but whatever conclusions she could have reached got lost when Fisher thrust his tongue into her mouth. One, two, three, four times, deep and hard, the way she liked it, communicating clearly what he wanted, a long, deep, hard fuck. 

Get Seducing the Hermit in print:
http://www.ellorascave.com/seducing-the-hermit-1.html

Or in digital:
http://www.ellorascave.com/seducing-the-hermit.html

This is a blog hop! Find your way to other writers' sexy snogs here:
http://blissekiss.co.uk/

and

http://www.smutforgood.co.uk/a-snog-for-sommer/



There's a link on the above page to a PayPal account that's been set up to help Sommer and her family. If you decide to contribute, please send me a screenshot of your PayPal receipt and I will send you any one of my ebooks 
FOR FREE.

A Stable #Spanking from Suz deMello (@MFRW_ORG #SatSpanks #BDSM #erotica)

Confining my blog post to only eight spanky sentences has always been a challenge, but I don't dare break the rules--I might be in line for punishment too!

Today's spanky snippet is from The Wilder Brother, a romantic comedy. Here's what the book is about:

For Colton Wilder, the invitation to his brother’s wedding is an invitation to trouble because Colt, having boinked the bride, knows what she’s really like. He doesn’t want his brother Max marrying selfish, manipulative Nicole Newcombe, a famous supermodel. In his view, Nicole stole the groom from her sister Dana.

For staid scientist Dana Newcombe, the invitation to her identical twin’s wedding is an invitation to humiliation. While Nicole was conniving to steal Max away from Dana, Dana had wild monkey sex in a glass-walled elevator with his brother Colt.

When they meet again at the wedding, she doesn’t want to want Colt, but she can’t help remembering and re-enacting their earlier sexy tryst in oh, so many different ways.

In this excerpt, Nicole has been a very bad girl indeed, and she's getting what she deserves in the horse barn of the Wilder Brothers' farm. Her sister

Dana is watching, and the scene is written from her perspective:

Openmouthed, she watched as Max raised the quirt and swished it down over Nick’s butt. It landed with a decisive rap. 

Dana gasped, desire snapping through her. No, she thought, this can’t be!

Nick moaned and writhed, but didn’t scream no, didn’t get up, didn’t run away. Clearly, this was what she wanted.

Max lashed her again and again, with Nickie’s body jerking with each strike. She lifted her rear up and down, groaning his name, begging, “Oh, Max, oh, Max.”

If you like what you read, buy it here in paperback:

http://www.ellorascave.com/the-wilder-brother-1.html

Or here in digital:

http://www.ellorascave.com/the-wilder-brother.html

Happy reading!

Remember, this is a blog hop. Find other authors' spanky snippets here:

http://saturdayspankings.blogspot.com/

A Late Summer Threesome from Suz deMello (#MFRWAuthor @MFRW_ORG #menage #erotica)

Nothing is hotter than our late summer days here in SacTown...temps here are still rising to the mid-90s F.

Nothing is hotter, that is, unless it's a sexy menage. Here's a snippet from Gypsy Witch:

Jake sucked harder, sliding a finger inside Elena as he tongued her clit. Ben dropped his T-shirt on the floor and ran his fingers up and down his fly, where his hard-on strained the fabric. She licked her lips, remembering how great his cock tasted.

She closed her eyes, smiled, and reveled in the joy of the moment. As far as she was concerned, having two beautiful men make love to her was a dream come true. A wave of emotion swept her…did she love Ben?

And here's what the story is about:

The Sacramento Sheriff's Department is no place for airy-fairy wimps, and Ben McCullough is the toughest of the tough. He tells himself he's bedding the

luscious Elena Lautari only because she's a babe, not because she's a card-carrying member of the Northern California Church of Wicca. Ben thinks she's a feather away from an arrest for fraud, since she makes a living telling fortunes and making charms for the lovelorn. He can't see her as a lifelong mate even though she's more than a match for him in the sack, and losing her is unthinkable.

But Elena is the real deal, a modern witch of much power and even more restraint. When her daughter, Gina, steals her mother's spell book and uses it to shatter the fabric of existence and release an ancient evil, Elena must put reality

back in place—even if she loses Ben in the process. Will Ben and Elena's fragile love be lost with the revelation of her magic?

Maybe, but there are others ready to heal her battered heart. When Ben's partner attempts to claim Elena, will Ben move aside or move in?

Hope you like what you read! Find the complete short story here:

http://www.ellorascave.com/gypsy-witch.html

Remember, this is a blog hop! Find other talented authors' work here:

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*****

Late Summer Lovin' with The Wilder Brother by Suz deMello (@MySexySaturday @MFRW_ORG #erotica #romance)

TPTB at My Sexy Saturday have asked us to give you a sexy summertime blog...the last gasp of the season before autumn sets in. Though I live in California, where people think summer is eternal, we in NoCal have four seasons and love them. Leaves are already turning in my neighborhood, though the crisp

leaves are turning
in the 'hood

nip of fall is not yet in the air--temperatures here are still in the 90s. 

So here's a snippet from The Wilder Brother celebrating summer lovin'.

The book, which is in both digital and print, is about two sexy brothers and their fun times with two gorgeous identical twin sisters.

For Colton Wilder, the invitation to his brother’s wedding is an invitation to trouble because Colt, having boinked the bride, knows what she’s really like. He doesn’t want his brother Max marrying selfish, manipulative Nicole Newcombe, a famous supermodel. In his view, Nicole stole the groom from her sister Dana.

For staid scientist Dana Newcombe, the invitation to her identical twin’s wedding is an invitation to humiliation. While Nicole was conniving to steal Max away from Dana, Dana had wild monkey sex in a glass-walled elevator with his brother Colt.

When they meet again at the wedding, she doesn’t want to want Colt, but she can’t help remembering and re-enacting their earlier sexy tryst in oh, so many different ways.

And here's the excerpt:

The flagstone walkway wound through the kitchen garden and out to the lawns. Moonlit and luminescent, white roses glowed in the back of the yard near the guest house. Colt sniffed the subtle fragrance of the flowers and herbs borne on the light breeze.

He laced his fingers through Dana’s, then lifted their intertwined hands to kiss

her knuckles. The moonlight gently lit her delicate features. He stroked her face, outlining her full lips as she smiled at him.

He replaced his finger with his mouth.

This time, she didn’t pull away. He closed his eyes to explore her with his tongue, giving her a soul-searching kiss that left her trembling delightfully in his arms. Her vulnerability excited him, aroused him all the more. Her fingers, still twined with his, clenched when he found one stiff nipple and flicked the sensitive point. She moaned deep in her throat as he cradled her breast. Heavy and full in his hand, it seemed to swell as her sensuous purring increased in pitch.

So hard that he’d burst out of his pants in just a few more seconds, Colt pulled away, perhaps too abruptly. Dana opened her eyes with a dazed, startled look.

He touched her face. “You’re wonderful.” A few yards away, the swimming pool shimmered, its underwater light flickering through the turquoise water. A vision of Dana’s naked breasts, slick with water and glistening in the moonlight, darted through his mind. “I think we both need to cool off. Wanna swim?”

“What a great idea. I’ll meet you out there in five minutes.”

If you like what you read, get it here in print:

http://www.ellorascave.com/the-wilder-brother-1.html

And digital:

http://www.ellorascave.com/the-wilder-brother.html

Happy reading! Remember, this is a blog hop. Read other sexy snippets from my talented cohorts here:

www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com