Friday, May 15, 2009

Its May, Its May the lusty month of May

With that said, I'm going to post a naughty little snippet from my second book Holding on to Hope from Red Rose Publishing.

Holding on to Hope
Book two Sweetbrier Academy
Mainstream Romace: Historical/Period, WesternISBN: 978-1-60435-297-9pages:227 pages
Cost: 3.99
http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=151&products_id=406

Sweetbrier Academy is more than just a school. The young ladies lucky enough to be accepted are educated in the social graces that only the wealthiest debutantes of 1870 would have learned. They can play the spinet, embroider, discuss politics, and issues of importance like any lady, but when the lights go down, the debutantes of Sweetbrier know how to make use of their God given talents and bring pleasure to their suitors.
When Miss Opal Benedict, Madame of the Academy, is called out of town, Hope finds Panther's Landing's doctor, the dashing Jonathan Norris paying court. When his attentions become obvious, they find themselves caught in a storm of their own creation. Their lust for one another becomes the object of unwanted attention in a most unflattering way.
When influenza strikes, Dr. Jonathan Norris must choose between his career or the woman who has captured his soul.

Read an excerpt here:


“Come to me,” she repeated. “I want to love you. I need to be loved by you. I need to spend forever in your arms and if that can’t be, then let me spend tonight and be satisfied, even if just for a little while.”
He couldn’t deny her request. He wanted her for the same reasons. Lowering his body to the bed, his lips brushed hers. He felt her hands move from his waist to shoulders. Hope’s fingers widened and splayed across his chest to toy with the hairs. He kissed her forehead.
“You could have any girl in town. Why me? Why am I so lucky?” she questioned, lifting her body upwards she brushed her lips across his jaw and down his neck. He fell back, melting to the mattress.
“Hope,” he murmured, his left hand moving with her as she rose to her knees and hovered over him. “There is no woman in town I want.”
“Do you want me?” she gave a coy smile and dipped her head to kiss the tiny scar over his right chest.
“You know I want you,” he groaned, as her tongue traced the distance left and traced the circle of his nipple. “You complete me.”
“Hum,” she acknowledged his comment and let her fingers drift down below his waist to the curls just above the prize that lay beneath. Her fingers ran along the velveteen muscles of his erection and felt him tighten. His hand tipped her chin up and he claimed her lips. Wrapping her fingers around his erection, she began to stroke until she felt the pearl bead slid from his tip.
She felt his tongue tease the edge of her lips. She answered by opening her mouth. He needed no other invitation and plunged in stroking her cheeks making her tongue dance to his tune. When she could feel his hips move with her hand, she stopped.


Hum HUm Hum gotta pull out my fan, this southern bell is a bit hot.. my, my...
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