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New Release by London Saint James!

Published May 31, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
 

Title: Every Single Part of YouSeries: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers

Published by: LSJ Romance

Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design

Word Count: 80k

Heat Level: 5

Release Date: May 27, 2016

Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language, and sexual scenes

I am so pleased to have London joining us today. It was my pleasure to be one of the first to read the manuscript for Every Single Part of You. What a fantastic read!  Here’s my Review:

Sara Holbrook is the dutiful daughter of a senator. She knows her place, never saying or doing anything that would cause her father pain, and had never deviated from the life her father had mapped out for her—until he’d decided who she was to marry. It was then she grew a backbone and walked out on him and her would-be fiancé.

Cross and Eryk are members of the band Cinder. Their first sight of Sara left them wanting more…much more. She joins them on the tour bus and finds out what being wanted and desired means to her as the threesome make love.

 But trouble follows in the form of a crew member, Sara’s non-fiancé, and the Senator. Cross and Eryk vow to protect her forever, but in the end, it is Sara’s decision to protect them.

A lively, explicitly sexy, entertaining story guaranteed to get your juices flowing.

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Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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After a second encore song, the band exited the stage for the last time. I’d been so preoccupied watching Cinder perform for the previous couple of hours that I hadn’t thought of my father, Pierce, or the trouble I’d caused myself by leaving D.C.
I gave Briar a quick cuddle of gratitude.
My body buzzed. My ears had a strange sort of woom, woom, hum-thing happening. An odd combination of energy and weariness spread through my limbs as if I’d just run a marathon, though I still had a few more miles left in me.
Briar’s eyes were bright, face aglow. “I saw you shaking your thang during the last few songs. Was that the best show on the planet or what?”
“It so was,” I agreed.
“God.” She did a fist pump. “I can’t believe we’re going to the after party.” Briar grabbed her hair, lifted the long strands, and fanned the back of her glistening neck. “I’m totally going to hit up Fade for his autograph.” She dropped her hair and pointed to the girls highlighted by the low-cut shirt she’d worn. “It’s going here, and then I’m getting it permanently inked.”
I’m sure my eyebrows flew up into my hairline. “You’re seriously going to tattoo his name over your right breast?”
“Oh yeah. I am.” She gave me the once over, reaching for my shirt. “Unbutton some of these.”
“Hey!” I protested, swatting at her busy fingers.
“Be proud of those, babe, and show a little flesh.” Two of my button’s plinked on the floor.
So much for re-buttoning.
“That’s better,” she said, appearing pleased.
I glanced down to see a peek of my pale skin. Thankfully I wasn’t too indecent.
Briar had the whole badass rocker-chic thing happening with her dark, smudged eye-makeup, plaid school-girl skirt, and combat boots. And the looks flung my way pretty much confirmed I stuck out like a sore thumb as we were being herded in the direction of the after party.
Holding onto my hand, Briar took charge and tugged us through not one, but two security checks. My Donna Karan floral print blouse, tan capris, sweat-laden face, and blonde bedraggled hair separated me from the pack of other salivating women—and
men—begging to go where we were headed.
More crazy lights, bumping music, a bevy of voluptuous, half-dressed girls pole-dancing on a raised, slowly spinning platform greeted us as we walked through the door. More girls, wearing skin-tight, Unchained Chaos Tour shirts, and cheek-baring short-shorts served finger food and booze.
Briar snagged a beer from one of the passing booty-gals. “Here,” she said, shoving the drink at me.
I scrunched up my nose. “I’m not sure—”
“You’re letting loose tonight, chica.” She pressed the uncapped bottle into my hand. “Drink.”
Tentatively, I put the cool glass bottle to my parched lips and took a sip. I winced as the bitter brew coated my tongue. “Mm—no.”
“That’s not how you drink.” Briar took the beer from me. “Watch.” She tipped her head and chugged, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist when she finished. “Now. You try.” Back came the half-empty beer bottle.
I’d never get any peace if I didn’t at least attempt to placate her, so I went for it, eyes clenched shut, trying not to gag as the cold liquid slid down the back of my throat.
A velvet-smooth voice tickled my ear. “Way to throw one back, angel face.”
My eyes popped open, and I tried not to choke while lowering the bottle.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Briar squealed. “Cross de Raven. I’m such a huge fan.”
He winked. “Thanks, doll.”
The beanie and the mirrored shades he wore on stage were gone, freeing his black, shoulder-length hair, and displaying the features of his perfect male-model face, unleashing a devastating pair of chocolate colored eyes.
His gaze swung to me. “Are you a ‘huge fan,’ too?”
Heat spiraled up from the depths of my core and warmed my cheeks. “Uh. Um…” I took a breath. “Well—”
“This is her first concert,” Briar said while making moon eyes at him, saving me from being a monosyllabic moron.
Cross tilted his head and took me in, from the toes of my mini-wedges to the top of my head. “You don’t say.”
I just nodded and shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting like an idiot.
“Who ya got cornered here?” Eryk asked, strolling up beside Cross.
Briar squeed her delight and grabbed onto my arm, jostling the bottle I held in a death grip. “I’m Briar Scott,” she said, “and this is Sara.”
The strobe lights pinged off one of the metal rings in Eryk’s ear as he tore his steel-gray gaze from me and over to Briar. “Nice to meet you, Briar Scott.”
Another high pitched squeak fell from her pretty, plump lips. “You, too.”
“What do you say to joining us over there?” Eryk nudged his head in the direction of a plush grouping of leather chairs and a raspberry-colored, crushed-velvet couch where several people had started to congregate. Some bleached-blonde girl lifted her shirt and flashed her large, bare breasts at Fade when he walked in.
“Uh—” My mind and voice failed me. This was so much more than a new world. I’d entered an alternative universe.
“We’d be happy to join you guys,” said Briar, hip-checking me.
Eryk’s eyes flashed and one side of his sexy mouth quirked up into a crooked, sinful grin as he looked at me. “I promise.” He gently ran the tip of his finger down my cheek, causing goose bumps to riddle my skin. “We won’t bite.”
Cross held out a big hand for me. “Speak for yourself, Hale.” He gave me a bone melting grin.
On the inside, I swooned. On the outside, I gave him my proper, practiced smile before reaching out, feeling the warmth of his long, strong, fingers wrap around mine and sucked in a breath. I swear an electric current zapped up the length of my arm from where we touched and set off a chain reaction, causing the baby-fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.
Eryk slung his arm around Briar’s shoulders, and she melted into his side as the four of us made our way through the energetic, loud gathering.
Apparently, I’d be partying with the rock stars tonight.

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 About London

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

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Spotlight on London Saint James!

Published February 6, 2015 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

It’s my pleasure to welcome back my friend and fellow author, London Saint James. London, tell us about the book you have released today.

Title: Rise of the Lost Princeriseofthelostprince1m
Series: Lost Boys
Written by: London Saint James
Published by: Evernight Publishing
Release: February 6, 2015
Word Count: 32K
Genre: M/F Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Fairytale, Fantasy, Action/Adventure, Gothic
Warning: Voyeurism, Violence

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Blurb:
They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world…
Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.
Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys.
With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

Excerpt:
“Ma’am?”
Her long lashes fluttered, causing spiky shadows to stipple the tops of her cheeks. “I forgot my laptop. I need to get it from my office,” she said. “That’s where I was going when I got mugged.”
“Here you go,” said Dash. He’d gathered up the woman’s things and tucked them back into her purse. “I don’t think he got anything.” He handed the tan bag over to her. “I think we interrupted the mugger. Petúr tried to catch him, but he got away.”
“Thank you,” she said, taking her scuffed-up purse.
“It’s a good thing we were walking past this alley,” said Vibe. “We heard you scream and—”
“Yes,” she said in a robotic voice, nodding. “You scared off the mugger.” She was looking at Petúr in that unseeing, vacant way, the pupils in her eyes large and pulsing.
He inclined his head. “Here,” he said. “Let me help you up.” He gave her his hand. She took hold, and he couldn’t stop himself from noticing the petal softness of her skin. After she was steady on her feet, he thought to introduce himself. No need to be uncivilized. “I’m Petúr.” He pointed to his right. “That’s Vibe.” Vibe gave her a two finger salute. Petúr tilted his head to his left. “And that’s Dash.”
“I’m Wyndi,” she said, her voice becoming less animated. “Wyndi Darlingheart.”
“Of Darlingheart Incorporated?” Petúr asked.
She brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “In a roundabout way.”
What did that mean?
“Roundabout?” Dash asked the question he himself was dying to know.
She glanced at Dash and kept her gaze trained on him for a long moment. A too long moment. Something hot and possessive twisted in Petúr’s gut. He wanted to reach out and turn her pointed little chin back in his direction, away from the other warrior.
“Cromwell Darlingheart is my father,” she said.
That piece of information got the muscle in Petúr’s jaw to working and quickly stamped out the unusual possessiveness he’d been experiencing.
“Father?” he asked, needing the confirmation one more time.
She nodded and looked up. Her sky-blue gaze went to his mouth then flitted up to his eyes, locking with him. She gasped.
“What?”
The woman welded her beautiful eyes shut and muttered, “Nothing.”
Could she be afraid of him? No. He didn’t think it was fear he saw swimming in the depths of those liquid blue pools. More like realization of him, mixed with feminine lust.
His golden gaze meandered over her, catching on her cleavage a moment, before moving on to the shape of her hips. Curvaceous. He cleared his throat. Her long lashes fluttered open. Unable to help himself, he was staring at her spectacular face once again. She worked her bottom lip over with her teeth.
She was an oddly captivating, deliciously sweet smelling, eye sparkling female with a mouth he wanted to taste. Taste? Really? He mulled that over for a moment. Yes. He wanted… No. What he was experiencing was more than mere want. He needed to taste her. All of her, he realized taken aback.
He’d been with numerous women before in a quick, rough coupling just to satisfy his animalistic desires, however he was having thoughts he’d never had. Animalistic, yes, but….
He studied her, the arch of her brows, the way strands of her hair framed her face. How delicate she was compared to him. Wyndi Darlinghart. He allowed her name—the daughter of the rich scum-sucking asshole who’d purchased Neverland, intent on clearing the land, as well as him and the lost boys out of their home—to simmer.
Her sweet cotton candy scent assaulted his nose once more. His dick stirred beneath the leather of his D-ring jeans. Would she melt in his mouth like the candy would? His brow furrowed. What was wrong with him? He took in another deep breath, allowing her bouquet to linger. Maybe the ache would go away if he just tasted those full lips. No. He shook his head in an attempt to shake away the urge.
Seconds ticked by. Damn it. He couldn’t shake off what he was feeling. His eyes narrowed. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be this woman he seriously wanted to thoroughly enjoy in a slow, lingering manner?
Because fate is a cruel bitch. That’s why.
“She’s a Darlingheart,” he heard Vibe say.
No. Not say, but project inside his head.
“Right,” he mumbled, but when Wyndi’s eyelids fluttered open, and she locked gazes with him once more, all the hardened steel he’d erected around himself, as well his common sense, fell away.
Crazy though it might well be, Petúr found himself, for the first time in his long life, wishing for more. More time with her. He wanted to talk, and touch, and kiss. Shit. He wanted to kiss her so bad he physically hurt.
He broke the eye contact this time, and turned away. Who was he kidding? He might want more than fast, anonymous, no strings attached sex, but he wasn’t a choirboy either. For what he had in mind, there would be strings. Maybe even ropes.
“We’ll walk you to your office,” Petúr said, unwilling to let her out of his sight, as he tried to tell himself the over-protectiveness was necessary, even though darklings never attacked the same person twice.
“Um…” Wyndi muttered.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “That’s where you said you were headed, right?”
“Yes.” She straightened her shoulders and took the lead.
Petúr homed in on the sway of those hips as she walked in front of him. Oh yeah. He might want more. More than he’d ever given or received from any other woman, yet he also wanted to strip this little human, go to his knees, and map her feminine folds with his mouth, listening to her call out his name in a breathy entreaty as he tasted her pleasure upon his tongue.

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Rise of the Lost Prince Listening List:
Hoobastank – Crawling In The Dark
Godsmack – Serenity
Linkin Park – Papercut
Alter Bridge – Rise Today
Keane – Somewhere Only We Know
BrunuhVille – You And I
Matt Walters – The First Time
Creed – One Last Breath
Mat Kearney – Breathe In Breathe Out
Gabrielle Aplin – Salvation

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London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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London Saint James and Dark Tales Diaries

Published January 25, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

London is a favorite sister author at Evernight Publishing and she’s here today to talk about her hot Dark Tales Diaries series. I just love these sensational covers!

DTD11MThanks, Loraine, for having me on your blog today to talk about my Dark Tales Diaries series, part of the Romance on the Go Line from Evernight Publishing.

You are totally welcome, London. Glad to have you. 🙂

Question: If you loved someone and one day they just vanished from your life, what would you do to try and find them?

My answer: Anything earthly possible.

The inspiration for this BDSM series of short stories sparked from a casual conversation with the love of my life. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 and the life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop.

Tristan is obsessed with finding the woman he loves, and has spent years looking for her. The fact she vanished from his life without a trace or a clue, has pushed him in his quest for answers. He uses Blackthorn Printing to manage his obsession of finding his lost love, believing he will find her somewhere within the erotic tales of others. So we get to follow his search, and read naughty stories that are being submitted to his publishing company for publication in his “Dark Tales Diaries.”

Since that first book, I’ve continued his story in Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 2.DTD21m

I’ve had a lot of fun writing this series, and have started working on book 3, which will more than likely be a novel length book, delving into reuniting the lovers, and uncovering all the secrets behind the disappearance of Tristan’s long lost love, Keira. We will see where my characters take me to finish up their story.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One,

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For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

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A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

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And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Excerpt from Red Stilettos:

“It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”

I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”

“That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”

“Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”

His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.

“Guinn,” he said.

“Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.

He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”

“I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”

“Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”

“What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.

“Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”

Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.

“You won’t let me in even if I’m bearing gifts?”

I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.

“What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those bearing gifts?”

He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.

Bastard.

I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.

Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.

“All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”

“That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.

“I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.

He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.

“Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideways smirk.

I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.

He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.

“Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

“To see you.”

“I’m not buying that.”

He shrugged.

“Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”

“No,” I said.

“You know you want to,” he baited.

“Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”

“I’m up to the business of you,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”

I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”

There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loathe.

“Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.

“We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”

“Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”

“No. I’m not,” I protested.

“You always liked it when I took control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”

“I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”

“How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”

I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”

“You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”

“You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”

I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.

“Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips.

Wow! Pure hotness!

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 Buy Links

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Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two,

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Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

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An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

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And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex

Excerpt:

“Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.

“What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.

Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”

She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.

Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.

“Do that again,” I said.

The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.

Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.

Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.

“Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.

Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.

“I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.

I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.

“Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.

She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”

“You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”

Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.

“I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“What else do you love about me?”

“I’m not telling.”

I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”

She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”

Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water, lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.

I can’t wait to read these books. Can you?

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London, you’ve outdone yourself. These books are HOT! Going to grab mine now. 🙂

 Best of luck on your tour.

New Release by London Saint James!

Published November 5, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my newest release, The Good Sister (Part Two). Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

~Francois Rabelais~

The Good Sister Part Two Blurb:

Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.

When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?

Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?

Note: The Good Sister 2 is the completion of a two-book, erotic contemporary series. Best if read in order. The Good Sister 2 contains anal sex, abduction and attempted rape of the heroine by a secondary character.

The Good Sister Part Two Excerpt:

The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.

“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”

Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”

“And you need to zip your pants.”

Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.

“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”

“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”

As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”

“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”

Ashton stepped in front of me.

“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”

Reid’s eyes flickered fury.

“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”

“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”

Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.

“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”

“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.

“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”

Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand.

“Well…” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.”

A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.

I snapped.

“Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!”

Ashton chuckled.

“Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled.

He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.

Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.

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London, it’s been great having you here today. 🙂

Folks, London is offering a giveaway of a free download to one lucky commenter. Will it be you?

Spotlight & Giveaway with London Saint James!!!

Published September 15, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

It’s my absolute pleasure to welcome back friend and fellow author, London Saint James. Today we’re promoting another of her excellent novels, The Good Sister, Part One.

Don’t you just love the cover!

It gives me all kinds of ideas, creative ones mind you. LOL

Ready for a brief summary? Here it is…

Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel.  Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

Got you interested? Whet your appetite for more? Read on…

The Good Sister (Part One) Excerpt:

I walked to the staircase, rubbing at the back of my neck. I made my way down to the second floor. I stopped for a moment to stretch before reaching out to the door of my room. Strong hands wrapped around the tops of my arms, pulling my body back into a muscular chest.

“Why do you haunt me?” he whispered against my ear.

Goose bumps traversed my skin. My body, my reactions would give me away. I must find a way not to react to Reid.

“Please, speak to me,” Reid urged. “I need to hear your voice for my own sanity.”

I turned the doorknob, took Reid by the hand, and led him into my room. I turned off the lights, leaving us in dimness. The fire was low, no longer raging, but I would need to be careful. If I moved him to the settee by the dressing area there would be very little light, and he would not be able to fully see me. With his hand in mine, I took Reid to the settee. I pressed upon his chest, urging him to sit. I placed my fingertip to his lips, indicating not to speak. Reid sat. I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.

“There is something about you which haunts me, calls to me, makes me think—” I stopped him with my lips.

I felt his fingers on the back of my neck, urging me to stay. I pulled back, took his hand, turned it palm up, and with my index finger I wrote:  NO.

“Please, tell me who you are?”

I closed my small hand over his, giving him my final answer.

Ashton bulldozed through my thoughts. Something about this made me feel guilty, but I need not be guilty. I’d come here for Reid. All of this was for Reid.

Reid shrugged out of his shirt. I skimmed my hands over his chest then over his rippled stomach without reservation or hesitation. He was my goal, my focus, what I wanted, what I had always wanted. My hands moved to the buttons on his jeans. I popped the first button and ran my fingertips over the strength of his stomach once more, circling his navel. His stomach muscles responded with a flexing jerk.

Reid placed his nose to my hair and sniffed. I made it through the button fly of his jeans, and slipped my hand inside the denim to feel Reid iron hard beneath my hand. I stroked him, squeezed him, took in every inch of him. Reid groaned. I gripped at his pants, pulling.

Reid stood up, and removed his pants. Once they were gone he sat back down. I fell to my knees, at his feet, slid up between his legs, grasped his hard cock in my hand, and placed a kiss to the tip of him.

“Shit,” he muttered.

I lifted my hand. He quieted. I kissed his cock, and stroked his balls, but I knew he wanted hard and fast. I remembered how he pleasured himself in the shower. How he fucked Breeze. Rough. I had to be prepared to give him what he needed. It would be nothing like Ashton. I thought about Ashton again, but I plucked Ashton from my thoughts. Reid was why I’d come to France. Reid was who I desired. I couldn’t desire two men, could I? But something about Ashton was different. No, I cannot have feelings for Ashton. I mouthed the ridge of Reid’s broad head.

Reid snapped. He thrust his hips, thrusting his cock deep, grabbing at the back of my head, pushing my head down upon him, entangling his fingers into my hair, fisting.

I didn’t struggle. I breathed through my nose, relaxed my throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He let loose of my head.

Reid got up from the settee, grabbed his shirt then stopped. He was silent for a long moment. I watched as he pulled on his jeans, securing them. He walked to the door. In the dim light I saw him run his fingers through his hair, stopping to scrub the back of his neck. He gripped his shirt in the other hand. I wondered if I should go to him. I stood, walked to him, and reached out. I placed my hand to his muscled back.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper.

Then Reid was gone.

Oooh!!! A hot one! Just the way I like ’em. 🙂

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You might be glad you did. 🙂

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New Release by London Saint James!!!

Published August 27, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Superbly talented friend and author, London Saint James, has a new release and is here today to tell us about it. Love the cover! Welcome, London. Take it away. 🙂

I’m happy to be one of the authors included in the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight Publishing.  When I first found out they were doing Naughty Fair Tales, I knew I had to be part of what would be some unique and scorching hot stories.  I thought about all the fairy tales I loved as a child, and the one that kept popping up was Alice in Wonderland. 

Putting my naughty twist to Alice was super fun to write, and I hope people will enjoy reading Tied Up In Wonderland, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Tied Up In Wonderland Blurb:

Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.

But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?

**Warning** Tied Up In Wonderland contains bondage, sex toys, and anal sex.

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And now for the excerpt:

The sound of the motorcycle revved. Stopped. Boots hit the pavement, the footfalls echoing my way.

“Turn around,” he said. It was the voice of Master Hatter. God, I wanted to see him. Rip the mask off and look at him, but I did as he commanded. I turned. “You are not allowed to remove the mask, or speak. You will do as I instruct without question. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded. A warm hand grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He walked me a few steps forward. “Stop, and lean your back against this wall.” I felt in front of me. It had to be the block wall of the building behind the pool hall. “Do it, Alice.” My fingers skimmed down the rough surface. I flipped around. Leaned against the wall. This would probably put more than a smudge on my champagne colored shirt, but if I got into to Wonderland, so be it. One ruined blouse was worth it. “Unbutton your shirt.”

I know my hands were shaking, but I unbuttoned my shirt. I knew when Master Hatter moved the material aside. The night air caressed my exposed flesh. He tugged at the chain, stretching my nipples, and elongating my clit. A sensation that I can only describe as hot, flashed across every inch of me. He tugged once more. Burning flames consumed my sex. I wanted to cum. No other thought but that lingered in my mind.

“Hike your skirt,” he said. That low grumble of stern mastery outlined each of his words. “Slowly.”  I grabbed the material of my skirt, gathering it up, doing as he wanted, slow. “Stop, and give me your foot, Alice.” I lifted my right foot. Hands caressed my calf. He lifted my leg, placed my foot on something. Perhaps the seat of his bike. “Lift your skirt, higher.”

I did, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was in a dark alley, with someone I didn’t know, my shirt open and flapping in the breeze, my leg hiked up, wearing nothing beneath my partially clothed body with tweezer clamps attached to not so secret parts. I had my skirt lifted up past my hips. Totally exposed.

Wow! Sounds Hot! Thanks for sharing with us, London. Best of luck!

Spotlight and Giveaway with London Saint James!!!

Published March 20, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

London Saint James – Bio

London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story which was inspired by a song.  With encouragement, London began to write once again.  She fell head over heels in love with writing, the power of words and the journey we all take when we read a great story.  Then as life does it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.”

In doing the sensible thing London earned a degree in Psychology but Philosophy, History, Theology, English Literature, Politics, Art History, Economics and other similar studies contributed significantly to her education and continue to interest her.  While in college she traversed into writing once more, was encouraged by a couple of professors to peruse that endeavor and wrote.  In doing so, she lit that spark of imagination which she thought was long dead.  She was surprised to find people liked what she wrote but yet again life moved on and she did the sensible thing.  You see to follow her passion was a pipe-dream, or so she had been told by some, so she placed her imagination and her passion upon that old familiar shelf.  London has held some rewarding jobs, had a career which was sensible but found herself scribbling stories on scratch paper as an outlet.  So one day she said, “Enough of the sensible thing.” She pulled her imagination along with her laptop off the shelf, dusted them both off and began to seriously write.

London writes erotic romance, from sweet to downright naughty.  She is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink.  She currently resides in Colorado with her dogs, her books, her writing and her imagination.

 Welcome to my hot seat, London. 🙂

You have quite a few titles to your credit. Congratulations!

*Wiggles* in the hot seat. Thanks,Lorraine!

Your books are classified as Contemporary Romance and Erotic. Why are you drawn to this type of story?

I guess I’ve always been drawn to a great romance, not necessarily always contemporary. Something about two people falling in love and facing all the obstacles that life throws at you appeals to me.  While there are some great romance stories out there without the erotic element, and that’s fine, when it come to my own personal need, I want the erotic portion. I want the heat between the characters, so the draw to the erotic side, makes sense to me. 

Where do the ideas come from?

You know, I’m never really sure.  Some ideas just pop into my head (while doing dishes). LOL.  Some ideas come from a great song that hits me in that spot inside and makes me stop and think, and dream.  I have had ideas come from dreams (both good dreams and bad dreams). 

 What comes first, names of H/h, location or plot?

*Smiles* Well… sometimes the plot comes first.  Other times I have a location in mind.  Even other times the names have come first. 

Are you a plotter or pantser?

Pantser.  I may have some general ideas like mentioned above, names, locations, plots, etc… but I truly get the  idea and then write.  I’m not a note taker, or plotter at all.  I suppose I fly by the seat of my pants.  LOL

LOL! Sounds like me! 🙂

What is your typical writing day/night?

Willy-nilly! I write when I get the time, but it does seem that I write more late at night.

Do you ever have trouble getting into the ‘writing zone’?

I think it’s more like finding the time to get into the zone.  Time is never on my side!

My characters ‘speak’ to me as I write their story. Do yours? If so, what’s it like to have them breathing down your neck? 🙂

Yes.  My characters speak, throw tantrums, yell… *Giggles*  My characters are very much at the forefront of my writing. 

If you had to describe yourself, what three words best suit you? 🙂

Truthful.  Sassy.  Open-minded.

If someone else (other than your significant other) described you, what three words would they use? *evil grin*

Smart-ass.  Perky.  Caring.

Favorites:

Author? I can’t pick just one.  Sarah McCarty.  Sherrilyn Kenyon.  Lynsay Sands.  Rhyannon Byrd, Megan Hart, Victoria Dahl, Gena Showalter, Charlaine Harris, many fellow Evernight authors (including you my lovely Lorraine) and on and on.
Aw! So sweet! You are a favorite with me too. 🙂

Book? Ahh… again, can’t pick just one.

Car? Whatever gets me from point A to point B without being stuck on the side of the road.

Color? Blue

Desktop or Laptop? Laptop

Dessert? Anything chocolate 😀

Holiday? Christmas

Movie? Oh no.  Too hard to pick just one!

Pen or Pencil? Pen

Penis size? Oops! *Giggles* BIG! Is there any other size?

Shopping or Baking? Shopping

Vacation Spot? Somewhere on a beach!

Here inCanada, the changing seasons are beautiful. It’s been freezing cold here this winter, but beginning to warm up. What is your favorite season? Why?

I adore Spring.  All of the trees are turning green, others blooming bright with white and pink flowers.  All of the spring flowers are coming out in a rainbow of colors.  The chirping of birds in the trees.  Beautiful blue skies with white puffy clouds, and bright sunny days. 

Do you think you’ll try your hand at different genres in the future? If so, which ones?

Yes.  Currently I do have a finished erotic novel.  The working title: La Bonne Soeur (The Good Sister).  I need the time to go over it, polish it, edit it, etc…  I’m also working on a BDSM story for the naughty fairy tale line through Evernight. And I’m in collaboration with another author, working on a sci-fi series. 

What pearls of wisdom would you like to impart to aspiring writers?

Read.  Read.  And read some more.  Find your voice and writing style, and write about what you love, what you find inspiring.  Regardless of being published, write because you enjoy it. Allow your passion to show in your work.  Never give up or allow others to discourage you.  

 

Eternal, The Heart of Winter series, Book 4, is coming soon from Evernight. I love the cover!

Thanks! I love the cover too.

What prompted you to write this story? How long did it take?

Well, I had this idea about a girl who didn’t have time for men.  She had a skewed view of love due to her own parent’s horrible marriage.  As well she has a skewed view of herself.  We see her insecurities, her hopes, her heart, and her need to want to believe in love. 

The first book starts to tell Winter’s story when she’s in college.  She meets the perfect man when she wasn’t looking, and findsAustinto be what she never believed in— her soul mate.  The rest of the books take you on a journey of Winter’s life, loss, love, all told through her point of view.  There are some surprising twists along the way which takes this contemporary romantic series into more of a paranormal light. 

When I sat down to write Winter’s story, it just flowed, and kept on flowing.  I didn’t take long to write it.  So it ended up being one very LARGE book.  When I decided to submit my work to Evernight, I needed to break up the work, and it ended up a 4-book continuing series called The Heart Of Winter. 

Book 4, Eternal, completes Winter’s story.

So sad to see it end! Glad you have something else on the go though! 🙂

What characteristics/personality traits make your hero and heroine memorable?

I think their chemistry, their undeniable love for each other, and their willingness to do anything to protect each other.

Can you share the blurb?

Sure!  Here’s a blurb from Eternal:

Romance writer Winter Wells has found her new life with Hollywood Hottie, Cayden Cain, a blessing and a curse.  He is the blessing.  His career is the curse.  Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm Cayden.  Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, can the fairy tale of their relationship beat out the odds of their reality and really come true?

Excerpt?

Wednesday evening had arrived, and I was standing on the balcony of my bedroom when it started to rain. I lifted my chin to the heavens, toward the dark night sky, and the cold drops hit my face, cheeks, lips, and hair. It didn’t take long before I was soaking wet. The ivory long sleeve shirt I wore was plastered to me, and my jeans were beginning to soak through, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was Cayden. How could I ever live without him?

“Winter!”

In the distance of my mind, I heard Cayden’s voice calling out to me.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Winter. It’s too cold. You are going to get sick.” Cayden’s arms encased me. He pulled me from the rain, into the warmth of the bedroom. He let loose of me and almost sprinted into the bathroom. I saw him pull one of the large fluffy white towels from the cabinet. He turned with a sense of urgency, and immediately came back to me. “What are you thinking?” Once he reached me, he unbuttoned my shirt, peeled it from my wet skin, and threw the soaked garment to the floor. Cayden whipped the towel out. It made a snapping sound before he wrapped the dry warm towel around me. “Winter, baby?”

Cayden stared at me. The expression upon his face, one of pain. He rubbed my arms with his hands as if the friction would warm the coldness I felt in my heart. It hit me. I wasn’t speaking.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Love, what were you doing standing in the cold rain?” He glanced down at my feet. “And you don’t have on any shoes.”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking. I guess I stopped paying attention.”

“Take those wet jeans off, too,” he instructed before he headed back into the bathroom for another towel.

I shed the jeans and left them in a wet lump in the middle of the floor.

“I love you,” I said when he came back.

He threw a new towel over my hair and started to rub it dry. “I love you, too. Tell me what is wrong?”

I placed my face to his chest, burying away my pain and taking in the scent of him. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Winter, tell me,” he pressed.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I go a little crazy when you’re gone, but you are home now. We are together. That’s all that matters.”

“I have missed you,” he said. Cayden’s arms circled my waist and he picked me up from the floor. My feet dangled. “Do you know how much I hate to be away from you?”

“I know how much I hate being away from you.”

The towels fell to the carpet when I draped my arms around his strong neck and my legs around his perfectly tight waist, hooking my ankles behind his back. Cayden laughed his low musical laugh and brushed his nose into my hair. “I love how your hair smells. It’s like flowers and fruit, peaches.”

“I have missed you so much, Cayden.” I kissed him. It was a long time before I released him from my kiss.

Cayden’s eyes, silver-gray, flashed. “I think maybe you did miss me. But never bet it is as much as I have missed you,” he assured with his brilliant bright white smile.

I shivered. Whether from his eyes, words or touch I do not know, but probably from the combination of all of them.

“Cayden, make love to me.”

“You’re still cold,” he said. “Come on.” He carried me into the bathroom.

“I don’t care how cold I am. Please, make love to me.”

Cayden put me down. My bare feet felt the cool tiles beneath them. Cayden walked over to the stereo. He pulled back the glass wall panel and turned it on. He bent down, took off his black Adidas, and stripped off his socks. He placed them inside his shoes. With an underhanded toss, he threw the shoes out the bathroom door. They made a dull thud on the carpet in the other room when they landed.

There I stood. In the middle of the bathroom in my bra and panties, my hair tangled and wet, goose bumps covering my skin, mascara running down my cheeks, and probably looking pathetic, but I could not keep my eyes from Cayden. He turned on the steam and hot water in the shower. Placed his hands under the stream of water that was shooting down from overhead. He turned around, smiled tenderly, and closed the glass doors. The water hit the glass of the shower and mixed into the sound of the rain that pelted the roof. Everything melted into the music that played, becoming a symphony of rain.

“Please,” I said.

Cayden looked at me intently. He raked his penetrating gaze over my body. “I have every intention of making love to you, but I need to get you warm first.” His fingertips traced down my cheek, over the surface of my lips, down my throat then over my right shoulder. The warm water that was still on his hands trickled over the surface of my skin in every place he touched me. I trembled with his touch. Softly, he rubbed the mascara smudges from my cheeks.

“Cayden…,” I whispered.

“You are so utterly beautiful.” His lips skimmed over my shoulder, and his fingers made their way to the front of my bra. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are.” With dexterous skill, he unhooked the golden clasp, sending my bra sliding down the surface of my skin until it hit the tiled floor at my feet.

“Cayden, I need you,” I murmured against his chest.

“Baby,” he whispered against my neck. “You have me. You know I’m yours.”

Throwing myself into him, I wrapped my arms around his neck; my mouth frantically searched for his lips. We kissed with an aching in my soul. I wanted every part of Cayden to touch me. Needed to feel the exquisite sensation of his warm skin upon mine. Desperation surged through me. My hands slid down his shirt. Gripped it. Ripped the buttons free and exposed his flesh. The buttons bounced and tapped across the tiled floor. One pinged off the glass of the shower door. My anxious fingers explored the length of his stomach until I came to his jeans. I unbuttoned them, allowing my right hand to drift lower. Cayden was fevered and firm inside my hand.

Cayden picked me up again, his lips eager against mine, his mouth moving with my mouth as his breath, warm in my mouth, found its place. Cayden’s tongue tangled deeply with mine. He never let loose of my body, shedding his jeans by stepping on the bottom edge of his right pant leg, yanking his legs free.

“Cayden,” I moaned. I stroked his manhood. “I need you so much.”

“God,” he groaned.

Cayden fondled my waist, outlining the top of my panties with his fingers. He brushed so lightly over the canvas of my skin that it sent shivers over my entire body. His hand rested for a moment on my hip before tucking fingers into the top of my waistband. Cayden grabbed the material firmly.

“Do it,” I said, placing my mouth to his.

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