A Men of Steele Novella
by Zoë Mullins
by Zoë Mullins
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Showing posts with label Erotic Contemporary Romance. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Monday, April 27, 2015
Assignment: Learning to Love (MF) Hawt Men In and Out of Uniform 2 by @HonorJames2015 #eroticromance
Georgiana Regina Lucille
Fletcher, Gigi to those who know and love her, is a romance author who doesn’t
believe true and lasting love exists. She knows of some rare cases that buck
the convention, but they are the exception to the rule. Then she meets a man
who goes above and beyond to see to her health and happiness. Maybe she was
wrong.
Michael Burnett had only
one job, ensure the bride married her man, and there were no complications.
Simple enough in principle. Only it wasn’t the bride being targeted, but a
feisty redhead who stole his heart from moment one of meeting her.
Close quarters during a
nasty storm help form the bonds between them. But when he ships back out
overseas for the remainder of his tour, what Gigi feels for Michael grows
beyond anything she can describe. Now all she has to do is survive the attempts
on her life and find her own fairytale ending.
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STORY EXCERPT
Gigi stood in the lineup
there in the front of the sham of a wedding. She shifted slightly because the
dress she was in was beyond uncomfortable. It was stiff and so ugly that she
could just scream. Gigi was a redhead with very pale skin and the dress was
fire engine red as well. It was very unflattering, and a shock to be in
honestly.
She tried to recall just
how she had been trapped into being a bridesmaid, and then laid it at the feet
of the hunky man that she had bumped into while trying to escape her aunt and
mother’s machinations on trapping her into being a bridesmaid since the one who
was supposed to do it ran off with Ralph, her mother’s boyfriend.
That thought had Gigi
giggling, her eyes turning, and seeing her mother with red-rimmed eyes. Yes she
was sad for her mother, but she was also doing a fist-pump mentally because her
mother finally got what she deserved.
That fast though Gigi
stopped giggling and sighed. Crap, she hated this. She hated weddings. She
thought that marriage and real love were fictional memes that were
only created so that people like her could write and make money from those that
read the drivel they put out.
She looked over the people
in the crowd and her gaze landed on the reason she was standing in front of
these people in the hideous red dress she was in. He was, well, he was
spectacular. He was also a service man and good lord, he was drop dead
gorgeous. His body was one that would make the gods weep in envy, but it was
his eyes that danced with laughter and goodwill that made her nearly melt at
his feet like all the other women did.
She tried to look away, but
she couldn’t find it in herself to do so. Lordy, but she wanted to see if his
body was as perfect under the dress BDUs as it looked like it would be. The
fact that her father seemed to know him, as well as her godfather, well that
was something else altogether.
Taking a deep breath she
forced herself to break the connection that seemed to form with the
too-handsome Marine, Master Sergeant if she wasn’t mistaken, and back to the
rest of the wedding party. God, she hated this.
She licked her lips and
cringed. She forgot that she had on some nasty-ass lipstick that had a glaze of
glitter on top of it until she licked her lips, that was.
Once more, she forced
herself to focus on anything but the here-and-now. She needed to get off the
island. A wedding getaway, her mom told her a week on an island without cars or
internet was just what she needed. Gigi snorted. Yeah
right. She had a
deadline and needed to meet it. Instead she was on the flipping island for
another five stupid days.
She looked around and saw
that everyone was shifting and beginning to whisper. She wondered where the
hell Sandy was,
and then realized it was just her and her drama-rama ways. She was pranking
everyone the way that she had pranked Gigi last night.
Right, note to self, Gigi thought, need to make sure to get the letters and dead
flowers that were sent to her into the trash before anyone else saw them and
thought that I was trying to rain on Sandy’s
parade. Yeah right. She
knew that the disgusting things had come from her cousin. The woman hated that
Gigi had her own career and turned her back on the family money and instead
forged her own way in the world.
Nope, she needed to dispose
of all of that and then she needed to go down to the dock and talk to the
locals to see if she could possibly get one of them to get her off that bloody
island before she killed someone.
When the wedding waltz
started, all eyes turned to Sandy,
thank god, and the bride started down the aisle. About damn time, too, in her
mind.
ADULT EXCERPT
“The only word I’m going to
say is get naked, Master Sergeant.” She tugged her robe off, standing before
him with just the towel around her hair since she let the one around her body
drop too. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but when he just stood there, she did
shift from foot to foot and lifted a hand to cover her middle. “Was that too
much too fast?”
“Hell no.” He breathed out
on a groan. “Damn woman, you are gorgeous.” Michael stood there a moment longer
before he shook his head and blinked. Bending, he worked at his boots, kicking
them off as he tore his shirt over his head. Next, he got rid of his pants and
socks. Straightening, he gave her the same chance to stare at him as he’d taken
with her.
Gigi approached him slowly
and reached out to touch him. Her fingers brushed the vee shape of muscles that
went down his front, and she lost more than half her brain cells as she touched
him. “Goodness. I don’t know what this muscle here is called.” She looked up at
him and stepped impossibly closer. “But I swear it makes me forget everything
that’s happening.” Licking her lips, she waited, needing and wanting more.
“Kiss me again?” She asked and let her hands drift down so that they lightly
brushed the girth of his erection and then wrapped her hands around the heated
length of him. “God I’ve wondered all this time just how you looked and now I
want to taste you.” She licked her lips and looked down at him. She wanted to
lick him, suck him, god she wanted everything.
Groaning, he swayed closer
to her, then away slightly. “You talk a lot when you’re nervous,” he said
softly. Leaning his head in, he kissed her, backing her toward the bed slowly,
and nibbled on her mouth. “Later, you can do anything you want, but right now I
need you.” He stopped and muttered out a curse. “Condoms,” he mumbled, his brow
furrowing in thought.
“Have an IUD. I had it put
in the moment I came back because I knew that I needed and wanted to be with
you. I wanted to be with you skin-to-skin.” Her hands moved over his chest and
she turned and looked up at him. “I have nothing. I’ve been tested for
everything under the sun because of cutting the guy on the island and whatnot.”
She just wanted to be skin-to-skin with him now and for as long as he would
keep her.
“Well you know I haven’t
been with anyone,” he said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you. Had to, no way I
could be with anyone else after meeting you. You sure?” he asked softly.
Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers slowly down her cheek. Michael stepped
in closer to her, his skin brushing to hers with every breath they each took.
“God yes, I’m sure.” She
couldn’t be more certain of anything at all, even if she tried. “Please.” She
let her fingers brush over his skin and leaned up on her toes. “So no more
talking.” She reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him with the need
and want she had for the last year.
His hands cupped her ass
and lifted her from her feet. The brush of her comforter over her skin was
cool. Slowly he eased his weight down over her, pressing her deeper into the
mattress as he continued to kiss her. He let out a low moan that slid into her
mouth, his chest vibrating against hers.
Her heels wrapped around
his ass and tugged him closer. “No more teasing, no more thinking. I need you
inside of me. Now.” She knew that was crazy, but it was the truth. She needed
to have him loving her right now.
Licking his lips, he stared
down at her. One of his hands slid between them and down to cup her pussy. His
eyelids drifted shut as he slid a finger between her folds, spreading her
juices around. “God damn, you are so wet for me, honey. Later, later I want a
taste of you. Only when I know I’ll fully enjoy it.”
“Only if you let me do the
same.” She lifted slightly, pushing herself against him as she did so. “God I
love the way that you feel. Please, more.” She loved the fullness, the way that
he would curl his finger and brush that sensitive spot inside of her. She loved
all of it. “More.” It was a demand, pure and simple.
“Need to be inside of you,
now,” he said. Withdrawing his finger, he lifted her leg up and out. Rocking
his hips, he rubbed his cock through her folds. In a slow slide of flesh, he
pressed into her pussy and filled her.
Gigi’s head arched back and
she shuddered. Holy hell, that felt amazing. Her nails bit into his shoulders
and she tugged him closer, her legs wrapping around his hips and lifting
herself up so that she could meet him thrust for thrust. “So good,” she moaned
with a sob of pure pleasure. She had known that they would be perfect together,
now they were and she was happier than she could ever express.
“Look at me, honey,” he
said. Each thrust jolted her against the bedding as they found their rhythm
together. Over and over, he pushed deep into her slick pussy. His fingers
squeezed on her thigh. “Let me see you, Gina. Look at me so I can see
everything.”
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Tempestuous Incessant Passions 2 by Nicole Morgan
Michelle Englehurst finally has her dream job working in a tropical paradise doing what she loves. A routine day at work proves to be more than what it seemed. Her new client Brad Conrad is charming, handsome, and causes a reaction in her like no other man has.Brad is on a forced vacation by his father, who claims he’s overworked. Begrudgingly, he takes his sabbatical with no intention of enjoying himself. A chance encounter with a woman he can’t get out of his mind changes Brad’s workaholic ways. He finds himself extending his trip and doing everything in his power to spend more time with her.
For days and then weeks the two of them walk a fine line of casual friendship to lascivious intentions. With time working against the two, they are faced with two choices, take a chance or throw caution to the wind and be…tempestuous.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Available at Bookstrand and Amazon
Excerpt
With only a towel to shield him from her vision, Michelle could hear her subconscious screaming at her to reach out and yank the towel away. Her blush grew from her illicit thoughts. She quickly pushed her unprofessional fantasies aside and hoped the blush would only be seen as embarrassment from her clumsiness and nothing more.
“No, it’s okay…I’ve…Ouch!” As they both bent over to pick up some towels, they managed to butt heads. She didn’t know which had stunned her more, the sudden bang against her forehead or looking up to see his face, his lips just a whisper away. For a moment Michelle just stared at him. First his lips, then her gaze went up to his eyes. Their hazel color looked exotic. The mixture of bright green and rich brown reminded her of the feathers of a male peacock. It was nearly enough to hold her in a trance.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I hope you don’t get a bump,” Brad said.
He reached over and brushed his thumb across her reddened forehead. The gentle and innocent gesture made her nipples pucker. She wished that his fingers were caressing her breasts and not her face. Her naughty thoughts always got her in deeper with him, so she quickly moved away in an effort to increase the distance between them.
“Oh, I’m fine.”
Her hurried and less than graceful movements only made matters worse. Somehow, she managed to step on a bottle of lotion as she hurriedly picked up something else. The next thing she knew, he was muttering a curse word as she looked up to see a steady stream of white cream shooting in the air like a fountain as it landed right on top of his head. If the scene had been shown on America’s Funniest Home Videos, Michelle was sure she would’ve taken home the grand prize.
With wide eyes she apologized to him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Conrad. I’m a complete klutz. I’m…”
He grinned, reaching over to place his index finger to her mouth. With a small smile, he said, “You’re human, Michelle. It’s no big deal. And look here, you’ve made the extra towels readily accessible for just such an occasion like this. Granted, I’d rather you had just handed me a towel, but I’ve gotta give you an A for effort.”
Michelle watched as he motioned to the mess on the floor and gave her a polite smile. He was so nice, so kind and understanding, that sometimes she forgot her body craved him. There were times, just like now, where she wondered what it would be like to date someone like him. He was confident, charming, sexy as all get-out, and so compassionate she wanted to reach out and grab on to him just so she could snuggle into his arms.
It took everything she had not to stare at him starry-eyed like he was some sort of movie-star heartthrob as he wiped the lotion from his hair with one of the towels. She could find absolutely no flaws in the man. He exuded sexiness, exhibited masculinity, and was so damn nice she could almost cry. Time and time again he tried to calm her nerves with casual chat. If only he knew what he did to her, there would probably be a giant, Mr. Conrad-shaped hole in the door as he ran for his life.
“Thank you. I’m normally not such a klutz.”
He shrugged. “No worries. Now, how about my massage?”
“Of course.” Michelle smiled, motioning toward the table.
She turned away to give him privacy. Although to be honest, she had to admit that it was as much for her self-restraint as anything else. If she caught a delightful peek at his ass once more or even a teasing glimpse of his cock, she might forget all her ability to walk and talk and turn into a drooling cave woman only able to make unintelligible sounds for communication.
Once he was lying comfortably on the table with his head down in the face cradle, only a tiny towel covered him. Michelle turned back and stared at him for a moment. His skin was tanned to perfection, and the gentle slope of his back leading down to his ass looked like it had been chiseled from the finest marble.
“I’ve been looking forward to this massage all morning,” he said.
So have I. She was glad that her voice didn’t betray her and say the words aloud.
“I’ll pick up the rest of this later. Just give me a moment to turn on one of the relaxation CDs and I’ll get started. Do you have any particular preference today?”
“Actually, can you leave it off this time? It’s always nice in the background, but I like it better when we just talk.”
“Oh, of course. Whatever pleases you, Mr. Conrad.”
She made an attempt to sound casual but feared that she failed. The thought of actually pleasing him sent liquid heat through her body, starting in her womb and radiating outward in waves of urgency.
Get your head right. She reached for the bottle of coconut oil—his oil of choice—and then applied a generous amount to her palm. She worked it between her hands and realized she needed more. Reaching for the bottle she began squirting more when his words stunned her.
“Are you trying to kill me with anticipation? Put those magical hands to good use and start rubbing already.”
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Intimate Confessions Intimate Temptations 2 by Nicole Morgan
When Derek met Sandi, all the pieces of his life fell into place, but the young and inexperienced Sandi wanted desperately to discover who she was and pushed Derek away in search of something she was missing. Devastated from losing Sandi, Derek arrives at Pleasure Seekers, an estate which specializes in play of the adult variety, anxious to start his new life. A chance encounter with the very woman he was trying to forget brings his plans to a screeching halt.
Angry and wanting nothing more than to hurt her the way she had him, he sets out to do just that. Only Sandi has changed in their time apart and is willing to do anything to get him back in her life again.
Old wounds and intimate confessions come to the surface as the couple faces the choice of forgiving or forgetting the only person they’ve ever loved.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Available at Bookstrand and Amazon
Excerpt
Sandi remained motionless for several seconds after she heard the door close before turning her head to see if Derek had really left. Once she looked over her left shoulder and didn’t see him, she quickly spun her head around to survey the rest of the room.
Was he still in the room with her, but waiting to see if she reacted? She wondered, but as soon as she asked the silent question to herself, she already had her answer. Derek had in fact left the room. She was handcuffed to the bed and alone with nothing else but her thoughts.
Instinct made her want to cry. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and beg him to come back. Instead, she bit back her tears and tightly squeezed her eyes shut. She knew very well that she wasn’t entitled to her sadness.
There was no one else she could blame for her current situation other than herself. Two years ago she had pushed Derek away. He was the only man who had ever treated her with respect, kindness, compassion, and love. He was the only man that she had ever loved, and rather than cherish that, she had thrown it away, all for some obsession, some elemental need she thought she had to have.
She hated that after two years she still hadn’t found a way to fulfill those unexplained desires. No one that she had met over the past two years had even come close, not even Tony, the one she was foolish enough to leave Derek for. Just remembering the man who had introduced her into this world made her cringe. She detested him for making her think she wanted this kind of lifestyle.
If only she knew then what she knew now, she would have never left Derek and their life together for a life she clearly didn’t want.
A gut-wrenching pain tore through her heart when that thought made her realize that in all these months over the past two years she hadn’t felt even the smallest amount of pleasure from all the acts she had participated in. She hadn’t gotten any enjoyment from any of it. That was not until moments ago when Derek had been inside of her, taking her from behind, while she was handcuffed to a headboard in a place where she asked for only punishment.
Oh God! she thought to herself. Was Derek the missing piece to the puzzle of her desires? Was he what she had been searching for this whole time?
She knew the answer to the question already. The one man who she had tossed aside so carelessly two years ago was the only man who could ever truly make her happy.
She jerked her mind back to reality when she heard the door open. She spoke before she was able to stop herself.
“Derek?” Disappointment washed across her face when she saw it was Zach.
“No, Sandi. Derek has gone to his room. I came to make sure you were okay.”
She didn’t respond to him as she waited for him to finish unlocking the fur-lined cuffs which had her wrists attached to the bed.
Zach’s arm grazed her exposed bottom, and for some reason at that point she became very aware of her nakedness. Nervous emotions overcame her, making her face flush and heat from embarrassment.
When the last cuff was unlatched, Zach gently took her shoulders and brought her body back down to a sitting position.
“There, you must be sore from being in that position and on your knees for so long. Is that better?” he asked her while handing her a small satin robe which had been hanging on the bedpost.
She nodded uncomfortably, not really sure what to say to him.
Zach brushed a stray lock of hair away from her eyes and smiled at her. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I promised you when I found you that I would give you happiness.”
Her heart began beating much too fast. “I know you did. But I still don’t understand what that means. Or how…Derek, I know him.”
A robust laugh came from Zach, which almost startled her at first.
“Did you know that I knew him?” She almost whispered the question, but the smile on his face gave her the answer before she had a chance to finish asking it.
He held up his hand in a gesture to silence her. “Sandi, does it really matter if I knew? Does it really matter that you knew him, or he knew you?”
He hesitated for a moment before he continued. “No, Sandi. None of that matters. All that matters is that you are here, Derek is here, and you both want something that I have the opportunity to give you. Just let whatever fate brings your way happen.”
She wanted to say something. She wanted to question his motives, or how he knew of their connection to one another, but she realized that his reasons and the circumstances didn’t matter. He was right. She wanted Derek. She loved him and needed him.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Intimate Persuasions (Intimate Temptations #1) by Nicole Morgan
[Siren Classic: Erotic Cowboy Romance] Ann moved to Oakdale for a fresh start, and when she met Quinn, a sexy cowboy, she instantly fell for him. Unable to deny herself the need to have him, she gives in to a secret fantasy, only to fear their relationship will end before it truly starts. Quinn soon realizes Ann means more to him than he ever could have imagined. He feels a connection with her that's much deeper than physical, but he has secret desires he keeps to himself, afraid to scare her with what he wants most. Will they find a way to show each other their true selves and finally love each other completely? And if so, will Ann give him a part of herself she has given to no man before?
** A Siren Erotic Romance
"I wrote Intimate Persuasions because I feel it addresses an issue that many couples today don't confront — their own sexual desires. All too often, we ignore what we truly want for fear of embarrassment or rejection. This story will hopefully show you that with the right person there is nothing so taboo that two people can't share with one another." ~ Nicole ~
Available at Bookstrand and Amazon
Excerpt
Frustration overcame her and she kicked the tire. In retrospect that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as how she was wearing open toed, small-heeled sandals. Hobbling and cursing, she caught sight of a car pulling up behind her. Biting her bottom lip on the pain she stood up and looked at the man coming towards her.
“Oh great,” she whispered under her breath. The man had ‘ride me’ written all over his face. If this was going to be another one of those ‘I’ll help you if you help me’ sort of things then he could forget it.
“Well, hello there pretty lady.” He spit the toothpick out of his mouth and continued, “Need a little help, do ya?”
Be nice, maybe he’s not as sleazy as he seems. “Yes, I’m afraid I have a flat tire and I don’t know how to change it.”
He nodded smugly. “That’s all right darling. I’ll fix you up right good.”
You have got to be kidding me. The way that he was leering at her was giving his statement all sorts of alternate meanings. “Listen, I just need help with the tire. I really don’t need help with anything else.”
Not getting the hint, he came toward her. “Oh come on darling, after I fix your tire, you can thank me properly.” He grabbed her.
Ann had been ready. She’d met his type before and knew that his Neanderthal persona was merely lurking beneath the surface. She struggled against him and made her first attempt to knee him in the groin. He had been ready for her also though and swiftly moved out of the way, laughing at her attempt. Her eyes widened at the thought that he might actually be able to overpower her.
He pushed her against the side of the car and ground his hardness against her. Muttering lewd things in her ear, he attempted to grab under her shirt. Struggling against him, she gave her knee another hard and swift thrust upward. She was startled and thrown off balance as her knee was met with complete air. Where did he go?
“Leave…the…lady…alone! Got it?” A tall and muscular stranger who had dark hair peeking out from underneath a Stetson shouted to the man who was now lying on the ground.
Ann stared at him, mesmerized by the glorious sight of his back side.Damn did he look hot! And that cowboy hat. Yeehaw, ride ‘em cowboy. And how tall was he? At least six and a half feet. She was interrupted from her mini fantasy as he shouted at the man again.
“I said to leave the lady alone. Did you not understand that?”
Stuttering the man shuffled to his feet. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He got up and ran to his car.
The mysterious and sexy stranger walked to the man in three strides, “Apologize to the lady, and then get your sorry ass out of here!” He was now grabbing onto his shirt and inches from the man’s face.
“S-Sorry ma’am.”
“Good, now get your ass out of here!”
He waited for the man to drive away before turning to face her. Oh my, if she would have gone to a sketch artist and described her ideal man she couldn’t have done a better job. He was complete perfection in the masculine form. And the cowboy hat added to her fantasy about tenfold.
“Are you all right?” He walked toward her as he asked the question.
He was talking to her right? She should say something. Yeah, definitely. Say something, anything.
“Ma’am?”
He was closer to her now and she was fairly certain that the temperature had risen a good twenty degrees. “I ah, I’m fine.”
He gave her a half smile. “Men can be real assholes sometimes, huh?”
She laughed, she couldn’t help it. He was right. Men could be real assholes sometimes. And how nice of him to be so astute to that fact. It was, after all, partially why she had left that jerk Larry and moved here. Oh no, she suddenly remembered. The reason she was on this god forsaken dirt road in the first place. The Roadhouse. She was going to be late for her interview.
“Can you change a flat?” She asked him abruptly.
“Yes I can. You got a spare?”
A spare? What the hell is a-- oh, a spare. “Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”
“All right then.” He walked to the back of her car and waited for her to unlock the trunk. Not even giving her the chance, he reached in and hauled the tire out. “You got an iron, a jack?”
“Huh?”
He laughed at her, “Never mind. I’ll be right back.”
She watched him as he walked away. Boy did she watch him. Shouldn’t it be illegal for an ass to look that good?
Monday, February 16, 2015
Nicole Morgan's Navy SEALs series Sweet Awakenings!
Sweet Redemption
Tamara is in an unsatisfying relationship with her boyfriend, Brent. She is shocked when she learns he has been unfaithful. Seething by the betrayal Tamara throws herself into a night of passion with the sexy owner of the health club she attends. Jack, a former Navy SEAL and current health club owner is wrestling with demons from his past. A former SEAL mission that went horribly wrong has left him struggling with issues of betrayal.
Brent is prepared to do whatever it takes to get Tamara back. His desire for her becomes an obsession that he cannot control. He sets out to destroy anyone that stands in his way.
Will Brent succeed? Or will the power of Jack and Tamara’s love give them the courage to fight against an unrelenting evil?
Sweet Salvation
Falling in love with his best friend wasn’t what Rex had intended, but it seemed that when it came to Shelby all bets were off. After a rocky start, the two fall in love, completely unaware of the danger that lurks in the distance.
Sweet Vengeance
Adam Collins is just beginning to put his life back together when he meets Chelsea, his sweet and beautiful next door neighbor. As the two spend more time together, an attraction between them builds.
Sweet Affliction
After spending years serving his country as a Navy SEAL, Commander Nick Slater is ready for retirement. Mercenaries hired to kill him ambush him, and his plans take a drastic turn.Buy Links:
Sweet Redemption at Bookstrand and Amazon
Sweet Salvation at Bookstrand and Amazon
Sweet Vengeance at Bookstrand and Amazon
Sweet Affliction at Bookstrand and Amazon
Nicole Morgan
Nicole Morgan is a multi-published author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more often than not be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve.
From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.
In additional to her books, Nicole also has a recurring column called, "Sex and the Single Woman" in BT Showcase's online eMagazine.
Nicole currently lives in the Rocky Mountain region, she continues to gain support and inspiration from life's everyday blessings.
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