Sunday’s Sample – On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful – KIRA by Lynda Bailey

This Sunday’s Sample is On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful – KIRA by Lynda Bailey!  Here’s the Sample from Lynda’s contemporary romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Lynda, and sharing your sample.

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When Kira Schafer’s mega-millionaire—and seriously controlling—father insists she marry one his company’s junior executives or get cut out of the will, her decision is an easy one. As much as she loves her dad, she won’t be bullied into a marriage where her needs aren’t met. So she leaves the big city to settle in a small Nebraskan town. And maybe, just maybe, the quiet, country life will calm the deep-seated spanking urges which have plagued her for years.

Hunter Rice has one goal: clear his name of doping charges and resume his boxing career. The only thing worse than not being in the ring is being trapped in Podunk, Nebraska. He’s got a plan to solve his problem, but needs money. Money he doesn’t have until a super rich guy pays him to “convince” his daughter to move back home. When the setbacks to Kira’s business fail to prompt her return, Hunter resorts to kidnapping to ensure father and daughter are reunited.

Kira not only thwarts his plan, she turns the tables. Now Hunter faces attempted assault and kidnapping charges unless he spends the weekend doing exactly as she says. Rock, meet hard place. It isn’t until cloistered in her apartment that he learns about her spanking fetish—and how he’s the one who will administer said spanking. Despite his initial hesitation, he and Kira soar to erotic heights. During their time together, Hunter also learns he likes this woman—a lot. Maybe even enough to reconsider returning to boxing. Maybe small town life won’t be so bad with the right woman. But Kira has a different plan, one that has her going home and Hunter going back into the ring…

This excerpt is for mature readers only!

“Until me?”

“Until you.”

He barely heard her words. “So why me and why now?”

“Now because you owe me. And you because you’re…well…you.”

Hunter slipped his finger under her chin and tipped her face up until she again met his gaze. “What does that mean? I’m me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, c’mon, dude. You’re a boxer with a killer bod who smells great and has this awesome python tat. I’ve always thought you were hot.”

That jumped his eyebrows. “Really?”

Another eye roll. “Geez, yes. Everyone in this town wants to have your baby. From the high school cheerleaders to the little old ladies. Hell, I’d bet some of the men would volunteer to carry your kid to term. How could I go against all the public opinion?”

A slow grin curved his lips. She returned the smile then her gaze dipped to his mouth and her smile faded. So did his. He brought his hand up to caress her hair.

“Tell me, Kira. When’s the last time you had plain, ole straight up sex?”

She bit her lower lip then slowly released the pink flesh. “It’s been a while. I probably don’t remember how to do it.”

He gently coaxed her to shift upward until their lips almost touched. Her breath tasted like peppermint. “You know it’s just like riding a bicycle.”

“Good thing,” she murmured against his mouth. “Because the way my legs and ass are burning, I think I’ll be the one doing the riding.”

“Fine by me.”

He joined his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She shifted a leg over his and inched her knee up to his bulging groin. She applied just the right pressure for stars to erupt behind his closed lids. He groaned into her mouth, lightly cradling the back of her head in his palm. She slipped her tongue inside to waltz with his.

This kiss was in direct opposition to what they’d experienced before. It made Hunter wonder how many times she’d had sex where a hefty dose of pain wasn’t involved. He realized a fine line existed between pleasure and pain and decided Kira needed to take the lead here. In whatever direction she chose. If she preferred it rough, he’d accommodate her. But it was going to be her call.

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Sunday’s Sample – An Improper Situation by Sydney Jane Baily

This Sunday’s Sample is An Improper Situation by Sydney Jane Baily!  Here’s the Sample from Sydney’s historical romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Sydney, and sharing your sample.

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“You seem to have no notion of just how appealing you are,”Reed continued. “Not just your fine face,” he said, touching her cheek with his hand, “or your glorious hair,” he added, twisting it around his finger, “but coupled with your admirable intellect, Miss Sanborn, I can only believe the reason you’ve not been plucked off the tree of single womanhood by now is that you’ve hidden yourself in this backward place.”

She opened her mouth to defend Spring City as best she could, but she could think of nothing with him kneeling beside her in the grass. She could hear nothing more for the blood was pounding in her ears, and she could feel her heart beating an excited tattoo in her chest. She was silent, watching this man with his tousled hair, whose handsome face looked so earnestly into her own.

“I’m wondering, Charlotte Sanborn, if right now you’d mind being kissed, because at this moment, I have an incredibly strong urge—no, a compulsion—to kiss you.”

For a long moment, she could not find her voice, staring into his blue eyes, which had become so familiar, whether engaging her across the dining room table or flickering intelligently as they conversed in her study at night.

There was a falling in the pit of her stomach as if she were sailing high on the rope swing she’d shared with her brother as a child.

Reed Malloy was not smiling now; he looked extremely serious and that fact, too, made her tremble. She did, at this moment, want desperately for him to kiss her. But she was ashamed to tell him that she had never been kissed by a man before, that she didn’t know how to or what he expected of her.

Yet when she opened her mouth to tell him this, all she said was, “Yes.”

A fire lit in his eyes, and the expression on his face turned sensuous at her acquiescence, anticipating what would come next. With him on his knees and her on the chair, they were face-to-face. He had merely to lean forward and he did.

Charlotte held her breath a moment, relishing the warm smell of him, the softly spicy sandalwood that always clung to his clothes and the male scent that she recognized as his alone. Her palms were wet and she dropped the comb as his face came closer.

Her eyes locked on his until the last moment when she closed them. She gave herself over entirely to feeling, both her hearing and sight lost in the sensation of his mouth pressing against her own.

His lips were a sweet surprise, firm but gentle, slightly rough—and the roughness was an unexpected delight. His hands did not touch her at all, but enclosed her by resting on the arms of her chair, so she felt enveloped by him. His shirt brushed her arm as he leaned closer, and she shivered.

She wanted this moment to last and last as his kiss grew firmer. He didn’t hold her head, but she kissed him in fervent response, as if pressed from behind. For just a moment, she felt his tongue against her lips, and it sent shock waves that seemed to head directly to her most feminine parts.

Then slowly, lingeringly, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as her eyes opened in wonder to look at him. She gasped drawing air into her starved lungs.

“Oh,” she said, still breathing heavily. He sat back on his heels with a mystified look lurking in his glittering eyes, and she noticed his own chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Thank you for the honor, Miss Sanborn.” His voice was honey thick and low, as if it stuck in his throat. Then, in a quick, fluid motion, he was up on his feet and walking toward the house.

Charlotte sat in her chair, stunned by what had happened. It was as if she’d conjured him with all her thoughts that morning. But she half-suspected that he’d hurried off to hide his own turbulent emotions.

Sunday’s Sample – A Knight’s Duty by Dana D’Angelo

This Sunday’s Sample is A Knight’s Duty by Dana D’Angelo!  Here’s the Sample from Dana’s historical romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Dana, and sharing your sample.

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His eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her soft tongue dart across her lips.

The corners of his mouth curved upward as if he knew which direction her thoughts had gone, and that she wanted nothing more but to feel his lips brush erotically against hers.

She had seen the servants kiss one another before, but she had never been kissed herself, even though suitors had tried. Indeed, she had never been interested. Until now.

This has to stop, she thought fiercely. Yet even as she considered this, she was helpless to do so. The heat was becoming almost unbearable now, the fluttering in her heart, wild with excitement and aye, she will admit it to herself, fear — a fear that her control of the situation was slipping away fast. It was madness, she knew. She had tight control of her actions. In fact she had spent a lifetime successfully controlling every aspect of her life. Yet this man, with only one melting look, could strip away her barrier, her one protection, and leave her feeling stripped naked, vulnerable, and wanting something that only he could deliver.

Derrik’s hand slipped around her nape, gently cupping the back of her head. His other hand trailed down and lightly clasped her jaw. He then tilted her head ever so slightly to the side.

“What are you doing?” she asked, watching him breathlessly, the blood humming through her veins.

Her gaze settled on his mouth as she became mesmerized by his lips which were inching, closer and closer.

With his lips just above hers, his eyes locked onto her brown ones, and he murmured, “You entice me too much, my lady.”

And she was very enticing. He had kissed a number of women; he had even stolen a kiss from the object of his affection when he was young, but he had never felt this all consuming desire to savor the sweetness from one woman’s lips. His brain told him to stop. He knew that one kiss wouldn’t satisfy the raw hunger that ignited the moment he saw Amelie standing at the foot of the castle steps.  But even as his mind told him this, his body continued to act on its own accord.

His eyes followed his long fingers as they traced her jaw line, caressing her smooth, silky skin. They trailed along her throat, feeling the fluttering pulse there. His mouth stretched into a smile to discover that she was not wholly unaffected by his touch. Her breathing was erratic, coming out in short, rapid spurts, as if she was underwater, struggling for air.

But the smile that touched upon his lips faded as his own breath quickened. And as his lips hovered over hers, as their breaths intermingled, the roar of his racing heart drowned out all other sounds. His eyes fastened to her mouth once again and all his thoughts, all his desires zeroed in on her plump, luscious lips.

Like a loaded cart set in motion along a hill, there was no way to turn back; he could only move forward, could only go where temptation beckoned.

And when their lips finally touched, the electricity as powerful as a lighting bolt ripped through his body, awakening, charging it, causing that part of him, which had been asleep, to become fully aroused, fully alert…

 

Sunday’s Sample – My Fallen by Ashlyn Mathews

This Sunday’s Sample is My Fallen by Ashlyn Mathews!  Here’s the Sample from Ashlyn’s paranormal romance.  Thanks for being our guest, Ashlyn, and sharing your sample.

My Fallen Cover“Seventy-two hours, maybe less. Then you can find yourself a woman who doesn’t mind Fallens.”

“I want you.”

“Like your kinds, you want a challenge,” she said in frustration. “I won’t be that to you or any man.”

“But Drake was at your place just two days ago.”

He dug his fingers into her hips before he reached up and covered her hands with his. He brought her knuckles to his lips and bit. Elise tugged her hands out of his hold. His bite had hurt and aroused.

“My point of contact sent me the images of Drake leaving your apartment. In your sleep, you spoke his name. Yet you said the two of you never hooked up. Tell me your connection to him, and I’ll triple the amount I’ll be paying your brother.”

Elise pushed him aside and shoved off the counter. She couldn’t understand X’s fixation on her friendship with Drake. “You can’t sway me with money.”

Xavier moved and blocked her exit. “Even to save your brother’s company?”

Her loyalty to Sam and Drake was equal, and they had earned it through their blood and tears. “The price you’re paying is enough.”

“It might be, but one word from me and Midas won’t get any more clients. Then what?”

Elise smiled sweetly and said, “Then I take up Drake’s offer and marry him.” It was a lie, but he had pushed her too far with his threat.

He stepped aside, his eyes hot with fury. “A premature congrats and good luck to the happy couple.” He smirked. “And may Drake die a painful death while deep inside you.”

Quiet and polite couldn’t hold her back any longer at his spite. She pounded at his chest with her fists. He stood and took her hits, the expression on his face daring her to do what would ease her angst, her restlessness.

Grabbing him by the back of his neck, she fisted her other hand in his hair and brought his mouth to hers. Her first kiss in two years should’ve been tender, but she didn’t want tenderness from this man. She wanted him for who he was—a man full of power and danger, a man who could hurt her so badly she’d be scarred for life. As he grabbed her ass and brought her against his erection, Elise tightened her hold on his hair and kissed him long and hard.

“The bedroom, Xavier.”

He laughed, slung her over his shoulder, and had her on the bed in a few seconds flat. He tugged off her pajama pants while she yanked off her tank top.

“Slow but far from casual,” he said. “And everything but the finale.”

“You believe me?”

“Call it crazy, but yes.”

“I want to hear you say the words.”

“Elise Castle, I believe I can possibly die, with pleasure mind you,” he said and waggled his eyebrows, “if I go all the way with you, sweet thing.”