Friday, December 4, 2009

It's Here

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Rance Chevalier had a lot to hide. But not even the darkness of his past can stop him from claiming the woman who set his body and soul on fire. He would fight his own past, the unseen threat to her life and even his own flesh and blood who thinks to take her for his own to make Jade forever his.

Rational thought was difficult. He knew he had no right to feel this way. It was silly to feel threatened or pissed because some other man wanted Jade. Who the hell wouldn’t? It was inconceivable to him that she hadn’t been snatched up a long time ago. She was the type of woman men dreamed about marrying. Not only was she a genuine person, kind and caring, but she was fucking beautiful beyond anything. A true, soul deep beauty that made him catch his breath every time he looked at her. Her body inspired thoughts of procreation on its basest level. She was liquid fire in bed…in the shower, on the couch.

Ah, hell, now he was sporting one hell of a hard on.

“You- you- Jackass!”

Rance blinked at the little furious woman who rounded on him as soon as the door clicked shut behind the hapless Mr. Martinez. Did she just cuss at him? Surely she didn’t. Not sweet, innocent Jade.

“Honey, did you just use profanity? Did that naughty little word come out of your sweet little mouth?”

He had always considered himself a reasonably intelligent man. So why the hell was he acting so stupid? He may have never had a real girlfriend or whatever the hell people called it these days, but he had seen enough to know he was treading down the wrong path. And yet, his couldn’t seem to stop himself. She was well and truly pissed, and for some reason, he liked it. He liked to see those brown eyes spitting fire at him. He loved to see the normally tranquil Jade all fierce and pissy.

“There was no reason do to that, Rance. He is no threat to you. All you were doing was throwing your weight around.” Taking the cutest little finger he had ever seen she actually poked him in the chest. “You. Are. An. Asshole!”

He needed to fuck her. Bend her over her own desk and pull up that too conservative skirt and bury himself balls deep inside her tight pussy.

“Yeah, baby girl. That I am.”

Monday, November 30, 2009

While Jade is Being Edited...(Rated R+ Excerpts)

Here are two hot new releases for you!

From the ongoing Naughty Nanny Series
(Rated R+ Excerpts)

Accidentally in Love



“Stop!” She put her other hand on his forehead to physically halt his progress. Trembling against him, her breathing began to slow.

“I like watching you wiggle,” he retorted, a devilishly wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth, widening at the pleasure on her face.

She giggled. “Touché.”

He folded her into his embrace, and she let him, snuggling into him as if cold. The blanket had fallen to the floor in a hush shortly after he kissed her ear. With her head on his chest, Charlotte sighed, and it sounded happy and pleased, like she belonged right here, like she wanted to be there.

Ichigo had no intentions of ever letting her go.

A stranger, but she felt right, perfect in his arms. He had never believed in true love. And after Sybil, he never thought he’d want to love again or put in the damn effort, but Charlotte made him want all of those things again.

“How am I doing?” he whispered in a rasp, letting his fingers stroke the smooth flesh of her chin and relishing how silky it felt.

“Good,” she said, her lower lip trembled.

“Let me kiss you,” he said, and without pausing he brushed his lips across the expanse of hers. His cock jumped at the exquisiteness of her mouth. So lush and soft. She licked her lips and his heavy phallus thickened.


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Free Loving

He couldn’t look away as she bent and stretched, going through what appeared to be her morning yoga exercises. She had a full, round ass, tapering down to gracefully formed thighs. She was blissfully unaware anyone was watching as she stood and stretched, reaching toward the sky with her hands. Travis’s hand stroked faster, working his shaft from base to tip using his own precum as lubricant.

There was no way he could stay away from her, not after seeing what was before him now.

Then she turned. Her eyes went straight to the sliding door where he stood, watching her. Bare as the day he was born, masturbating to her early morning ritual.

Run! his mind screamed. Cover yourself, drop your damn hand, do something!

But he didn’t. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand, didn’t attempt to cover himself, he didn’t move at all.

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