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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Over 18 means naughty fun this week!

As many of you know, I'm participating in a sexy blog hop and has decided, this week, during that hop, will be....*drumroll*




SEXY MAN PICTURES WEEK!!!

And of course, during the dates above, I'll have a giveaway a day. On the 22nd, I'll be giving away three sexy magnets (pictured below)

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On the 23rd I'll be giving away my short story, A Zombie Hunter's Holiday.
Blurb: With the approaching holidays, people get a present of dangerous proportions. The zombies are loose and creating a pandemic.

Through the chaos of it all, neither Raina nor Carl could have guessed it would take an apocalypse to finally bring them together.







Excerpt:


“What are you doing here? I tried calling and just figured you were giving me the 'fuck you, Raina' treatment.”


“I need you, Raina.”


“Um, yeah. Come in and I'll get us something to drink.”


“No, no drink. I need you.”


He stroked her cheek, the rough pad of his finger sending chills through her body and at that moment she knew. Her eyes widened with knowledge of what he meant and she stepped back as he came inside, filling her senses with his presence. He was no longer Carl, her nerdy, gamer friend, he was a man and he was going to prove it to her. Swallowing to wet her throat, she took in his attire, which consisted of his typical camos, yet he looked even bigger than life in them and equally as devastating. Then again, it could have been the hormones talking. Either way, she decided she needed him this night too. He continued stalking toward her until she bumped into her desk that sat against the wall. She was trapped. And she hated to admit it, but she was excited to become his defenseless prisoner. They had never kissed, not until that moment and when his lips crashed down upon hers, she automatically melted into him. Weak? Maybe. Aroused? Hell yeah! They were firm, domineering, and seemed to make love to her before his hands and body got into the mix. Where had Carl learned to kiss like that?


With a self assuredness, she didn't know he possessed, he easily discarded her tank and pulled down her pants, while she clumsily fumbled with his zipper, just wanting to feel him. She knew her sudden spike in desire would come back to bite her, but decided she'd dwell on it later. Besides, if she was going to marry Brian, she might as well finally find out how Carl was in bed. It had been a fantasy of hers for some time. He removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled body to her view and kicking off pants the rest of the way, she sat up on the table and wrapped herself around him his narrow waist. They were both too far gone, and in one thrust, he slid home. Oh it felt good. He filled her more than any other man she had been with and he moved like a wild animal, lost just as she was. He pounded into her and she held onto him for dear life. It was a ride that she'd never forget. The table banged against the wall with the force he exerted while she screamed out, certain her neighbors heard. Raina didn't care, she couldn't. All she knew was that she was close to coming and it was because of Carl. No other partner had been able to and when it finally happened, her head fell back, nails dug deep into his shoulders and she cried out, riding the waves of pleasure as a boat would the thrashing sea.

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On the 24th, I'll give away a copy of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. Winner of Kinky Book Review's Recommended Read award.
Blurb: Imagine having someone so devoted to you and you don't even know it. What if that person, that perfect one was right under your nose? What if that person was not only the hero of your heart, but a savior to many?

Dorothy Gale found herself growing older and was stuck in neutral. She wanted adventure and love. Yet her love life was non-existent, with only fantasies of hot sex and being dominated keeping her company. Lacking in human companionship, she felt blessed to have her devoted dog, Toto. He was her solace. Little did she know, her dog had a big secret and an even greater destiny.





Excerpt:

There she was, her body pale and still in the dimly lit cave. Toto had gotten back hours ago, made another fire, ate, and found himself in a conundrum. Should he shift or stay a man, was a question that plagued him. He weighed the pros and cons, but they kept evening out. He had to get air, and away from her in the vulnerable state she was in. Moving to the mouth of the cave, he saw the sun peeking below the horizon. He hadn't stopped to rest on his way back from Nessarose and knew he couldn't if he wanted. The sounds of beasts on the forest floor added to his list of why he needed to stay a man. He couldn't protect her if he were a dog. She also wasn't very good at reading maps and would probably get lost.

His final reason as to why he made his choice was that she had never actually seen him as a man. Except that one time when she saw his reflection in the window, but he had changed fast enough for her to think she was going crazy. Toto knew what he would do. With a determined stride, he made his way back to her side and glided a hand down her silky thigh. Stopping at her bare foot, he lifted it and with a deep breath, slipped the boot over the delicate arch, repeating the task on the other side. Knowing there was no turning back, he slowly zipped them up, then sat back, hoping beyond all hope they would wake her.

Toto held his breath and waited as the exotic shoes shimmered and pulsated with light that traveled up the length of Dorothy’s body. The glow became too bright for his sensitive eyes and he had to turn his head to keep from being blinded. Several minutes passed before it died down and he cautiously turned his head back. Mouth agape, he knew the woman sitting before him was Dorothy and yet, she looked like a different person. Her red hair, usually pulled into a tight bun, flowed in luscious waves that cascaded down to her breasts. Her outfit seemed to have a life of its own and he itched to pull her into his arms. He hadn't realized he moved closer to touch her until he heard her sharp intake and saw that her vibrant green eyes were filled with both fire and fear.

“Wh-who are you? Where am I?”

His heart sank hearing her small, frightened voice and he tried to move to comfort her. Unfortunately, that only caused her to back up further away from him. Sitting back, he watched as she scanned the cave, finally finding a rock and holding it up in a threatening manner. He wanted to laugh and possibly kiss her, but knew better. When he stood, she did as well, keeping her gaze level with his own. It made him proud, and he bit back a grin. His cock twitched when she narrowed her eyes and gripped the rock, ready to strike. She had spunk and admired her spirit. But he needed to calm her down and convince her he was friend not foe without giving away that he was also her beloved dog.

“I know you do not know me, but I promise you, I will not bring you harm. You see, I saw when you and your furry companion landed in the forest below and dragged you here. I’ve sent your creature with a note to find help. He was indeed very brilliant, which obviously says much about his owner.” Toto kept his voice sincere, hoping that she would not see through the lie. He could sense that she did not trust him, but he made it seem as though she had no other choice. Keeping his stance relaxed, he let out the breath he held when she lowered the rock. The look in her eyes still told him she didn't trust him and that she was probably being a fool. He himself felt guilty at the cruel trick he was playing on her, but kept telling himself it was the right decision.

“We must head north. From there, we must find the woman that is supposedly in charge of that community.”

Dorothy only nodded, and as he led the way out and down the mountain, he watched her eyes grow wide at her surroundings. Ever the explorer, she studied the world, absorbing it in, while still keeping him at a distance. He hated what he was doing and wished he could kiss her, but knew they didn't have the time. He wanted to take her hand, for selfish reasons mostly, but he knew it would helped them move safely if she were nearer to him.

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“Dorothy, come here.”

He watched her throat convulse as she swallowed, but she obeyed and moved next to him. She kept her gaze on her lap, her nervousness and innocence endearing. This was going to be her first time and he didn't want to mess it up.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, she did, her green eyes filled with need and uncertainty. He kissed her slowly, tenderly. Brushing her lips as though they were butterfly wings. When he pulled back, he smiled though it was hard. His next request, however, damn near killed him.

“Touch me.”

The first touch was barely noticeable, and he watched as she traced his birthmark. Even still, Toto was aching in a way he had never imagined. His erection was painfully confined in the tight leather and between her tentative contact, and obvious curiosity, he was done. She knew that his eyes showed his need and when hers mirrored that, the fire and passion her silent testament that she wanted this as much as he did, it was all he needed. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his heart, then leaned close to kiss her, branding her with it. He continued the assault on her lips, coaxing her to relax and trust him, becoming bolder when he started to feel her nervous shivers cease. Releasing her hand, he allowed her to explore his body, while he took a leisure tour of her own curves. Her hands roamed from his chest down to his stomach, so soft in their touch that he thought he was imagining it, but then she moved back up to grip his shoulders, her head falling back and exposing her neck to him.

She didn't know it, but her simple gesture caused something inside him to break. The man fought with the beast, only it was he that was the true animal. He wanted bite down on her slender neck and mark her as his own. Warring with himself, the canine won and pulling her closer, he tangled his fingers in her hair. Not wasting another moment, Toto licked up, then down the slim column before taking a pinch of skin into his mouth and biting. He heard her gasp, then moan, and pressed her body into his, begging him without speaking. Somewhere in the back of Toto’s mind, he wondered if she had any idea of what she was doing and hoped that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. Those negative thoughts, however, were shut away when he felt one of her hands reach down to squeeze him through the pants.

Growling low, he pulled back to admire the small red mark on her neck, then went to work on getting her out of her clothing. He made quick on the removal but was stalled when he tried to remove the boots. Each time his hands tugged, he received an unpleasant shock that had gooseflesh stand up on his forearms. Resting back on his haunches, Toto was at a loss about the boots. He knew that they possessed magic, but he had no idea that he was going to be unable to separate them from her body.

“Do not worry about the boots, T. Please, just take me, I feel like I’m burning!”

His eyes moved from the shoes, to roam her nude form. Long silky legs met at her gently rounded hips and continued up her tiny waist and full breasts. Toto decided to start from the top and work his way down, leaning back in to capture her already kiss-swollen lips. He groaned when she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, his tongue sweeping deep inside her sweet mouth not moving until he felt her body trembling with barely contained passion. Moving down to her neck he paused briefly to lick the mark then traveled to her bosom, his mouth just above a peach colored nipple that stood out proudly, begging to be tortured and teased. The wickedness inside him told him to torment her a little longer, his mouth staying poised just inches above the perky nub until he heard her quiet voice begging and her back arching to bring it closer to his lips.

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And finally, on the last day, the 25th, a lucky winner will get this deviously sexy spider necklace.




Great prizes right?! So you are probably wondering, "How do I win one of these great gifts?"

Simple, just subscribe to my blog and on each day I post a sexy man picture, give it a caption, in comments. Best caption wins!

So good luck and I look forward to your participation with me!


1 Comments:

Suzanne said...

He is a real hotty- he would fit in as a Navy Seal.

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