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Tuesday Teaser ~ Dutch & Lobo

Tuesday, June 19th, 2018

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“Lobo.” He spoke as he fell into step beside her.

She paused to glance up at him and he stopped right along with her. “Oh, it’s you.”

That smarted. He wasn’t sure what to think of her response.

“Yes, me. Dutch.”

Her full lips twitched. “Dutch, right. Just like Arnold in Predator.” She shook her head. “Something I can do for you?”

He’d seen Predator once, after a member of the British SBS plied him with the nickname. Shoving the memory back, he struggled with the impulse to salute her for all the warmth in her tone. She threw him. Most women fawned over his looks and would love any attention he heaped upon them. He was after all, not without manners, and let’s not forget, a Marine. An elite warrior and here in this jungle, unique to the normal flavors. This woman was different. He angled his body to block her forward movement.

One arched brow—the one with her rainbow titanium segment ring—rose as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets and rocked back on the heels of her black combat boots. She didn’t say a word, just watched him.

“Care for some company?” Did he sound desperate? Perhaps.

“You don’t even know where I’m going.”

He blinked and watched her. He wanted to touch her smooth dark skin and follow the path he made with his fingers using his tongue. He’d never met a woman before who smelled so pure. No scented soaps or lotions. Just clean woman.
She unwrapped a toothpick and put it in her mouth. “This some kind of joke with you and the rest of your team, Dutch? See if you can get me into bed.”
He stepped closer admiring how she refused to back up, even if she did have to tip her head to maintain eye contact. “I’ve already had you in bed, engel.”

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Tuesday Teaser ~ May You Always

Tuesday, June 12th, 2018

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Well,” she said. “We are down to the last five women up for bidding. Thank you to everyone who’s come out to participate in this event. I have to be honest, this next woman, I’m told, she can be a bit moody.” A nearly sadistic grin. “But the card says she has a good heart and cares about others. So, we’re starting the bidding at five hundred for her. Fresh from Miami, my sister Karma.”

To Sherri’s left, Karma walked onstage, clad in a shimmering, silvery white dress as the rest of the women had been. Unlike with them, he stood straighter. Karma looked good. Damn good.

“F*** me,” he muttered before whistling low. He worked his gaze up her body. Silver stilettos which crossed up her ankles to tie off in a bow mid-calf. The dress was a second skin. His entire body jerked. The sides were cut out and covered with a silver, sheer lace. The loop around her neck, holding up the dress, also done in silver.

“Five hundred,” a man called out, and the bidding war was on.

Holt couldn’t look away. Everything about her was elegant and totally not the girl he attended school with. She’s no girl. Karma is all woman.

“Thirty-five hundred.”

He blinked as he realized he was missing the bidding.

“Four thousand.” The bid was made with some glee.

Like hell. “Ten thousand to end the bidding.”

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Tuesday Teaser ~ Through the Fire

Tuesday, June 5th, 2018

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Strong masculine hands moved over her naked, soapy body. The warm solid flesh of pure man pushed against her back. Soaped chest hair, a chiselled torso, and a rock-hard erection only heightened her pleasure as the smooth shower tiles supplied her overly sensitive breasts with another sensation.

He lifted her, murmuring words of pure seduction in her ear, and impaled her upon his rigid cock with one powerful stroke. Her body convulsed as he speared her. Her legs twisting back to hook around his legs. His body was her sole support of her weight and that allowed maximum depth for him.

Powerful arms moved her up and down his cock, using gravity to his advantage for the intense thrusts. She moaned in pleasure, her cheek plastered against the wall of the shower. Her skin tingled where his fingers touched her sides, each of his calluses bringing more eroticism.

Breathing was more and more difficult as she soared closer to the euphoria the mere touch of this man brought her to. The intensity of his strokes increased as he drove into her over and over again.

Eyes closed, she felt her body tingle with the feelings he created within her. Pants grew to moans which turned into screams of unadulterated pleasure. His fingers dug into her sides as her internal muscles tightened around him—

“Welcome back to the beautiful Pac Norwest.”

Erin Watford jumped as her friend Tinker’s deep voice shattered the images her mind had woven. The loud engine of the cargo plane they rode in reminded her they should be landing soon. Then there would be no time for dreams, for harsh reality faced them on the ground of the Pacific Northwest where there was a battle against a raging wildfire.

“Damn you, Tinker,” she snarled in an aroused voice as she desperately tried to hold onto her dream man and his magical, sinful touch. While Tinker was extremely handsome with his inch over six feet high body filled with lean muscles, dark blond hair cut in a crew cut, and blue eyes that were made for the bedroom, she had no romantic feelings for him. He was a friend, a very good friend, but still only a friend.

The blond man beside her leaned in close. “Sorry, Mongoose,” he whispered, using her nickname. “I had to wake you. Your moans, despite being very lovely, were getting much louder.”

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Under the Mask

Tuesday, May 29th, 2018

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Hot damn!

On one side, she could see a shield and a sword hung from the other. He had smooth copper skin and obsidian hair. Men in skirts weren’t supposed to look so good. Well, technically it wasn’t a skirt; it was a wrap, part of his tunic. Either way, the man looked delicious.

He flowed toward her, stopping when their feet were touching one another. “Hello, gypsy woman.”

Her belly exploded in a flurry of want and lust. She reached out and rested her hand against his bared chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm.

“Hello, Spartan.”

“You know the costume?” He sounded suitably impressed.

“Oh yeah. I came with Artemis, she informed me who everyone was.” Why tell him she had seen a lot of movies with Spartans in them when using Artemis as a reason for her knowledge seemed viable enough? The emblem holding his cape was a remake of the Spartan shield that bore upon it the letter lambda, which stood for Lacedaemon.

He stepped closer, brushing more of his hard body against her. “Interesting.”

“What is?” She had a hard time focusing on anything but him.

“That a gypsy would hang with a Greek goddess.”

She tucked a loose curl behind her ear with her right hand while her left touched his chest. “I am no fool. When she extended her invitation for me to walk with her, I took it. I had no wish to be turned into something small and slimy. I know how to play nice.” He chuckled, a deep and tempting sound. Her other hand joined the first. Goodness, he was solid. All over. “Although, I am curious about something.”

“Which is?”

She swallowed and licked her lips again. “I know about kilts, but what do Spartans wear under their wraps?” Her fingers smoothed along his sides enjoying the taut skin, the heat of him, and the feel of a man.

“I could tell you. Or.” He leaned down, brushing her cheek with his own and continued, “I could show you.”

Her lids fluttered as desire struck hard and deep. This was what she needed. A night of mindless sex with a hot-as-fire stranger.

Readjusting her arms so they surrounded his neck, she held his gaze. The five-inch heels helped bring her closer yet she still had to stretch to place her mouth within millimeters of his.

“Show me,” she breathed.

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Tuesday Teaser ~ Seducing Damian

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2018

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He couldn’t help it. She was beautiful. Her skin was the most perfect shade of brown he had ever seen. A red dress clung lovingly to her curves. Her hair, unlike most women there, was unrestrained and landed past her shoulders.

Clasped in one feminine hand was a drink that appeared to be untouched. Damian moved toward her.

Sekhmet saw him approaching, felt his perusal, and she deliberately kept her eyes on the display before her. For once she was hesitant. She had visited this man in his dreams, watched him from afar, and now, she couldn’t begin to formulate a sentence. “Talios, I need you.”

Regardless of where it appeared she was staring, Sekhmet was well aware of the man striding towards her. Everything about him. The assured steps that carried him across the marbled floor told everyone there of his confidence.

The cut of the fabric of his suit coat, and pants didn’t escape her notice, especially the way they accented his lean hips and broad shoulders. How his white shirt stretched across the broad chest. Her golden gaze didn’t miss a bit of it.

Indigo eyes had honed in on her while the black hair on his head fell in a stylish yet somewhat unkempt manner. His direction was evident, straight at her. Each powerful step his over six-foot body made created a pool of wetness in her, a feat no man had ever been able to do before. Sex had just been sex, nothing more, nothing less.

“Goddess?” Talios’ voice entered her head.

Sekhmet knew he was nearing as well, but all her focus was on the mortal, Damian Memphis Keith. “I don’t get it, Talios. I don’t understand these feelings he creates within me. I’m a far cry from a virgin. I’ve been with multitudes of men during my lifetime. I’ve killed more without hesitation, but…this man…this mortal man, has the power to make me sweat.”

Talios’ deep laughter filled her head.

“Are you mocking me, Talios?” She turned the crystal stem in her fingers, refraining from drinking any of the bubbly liquid.

More of his laughter rang inside her head, helping to put her at ease. “Never, Goddess.” His response was fast and laced with humour.

Of all her bed partners, Talios included, none had the ability to affect her like this man did. If mortals went through this all the time, it was no wonder they were miserable.

“Good evening,” Damian said. Everything about this woman called out to him. He wanted to touch her smooth skin, kiss her full lips and make love to her until they both passed out from exhaustion. His drink-free hand clenched into a fist to keep from reaching out and caressing her.

Seconds before she responded, a large man appeared at her side. Damian felt dwarfed by him and his stomach churned over the loving and familiar smile she sent the man. He had to swallow back the bile that rose in his throat.

Finally, her attention fell to him. She met his gaze and smiled at him this time. “Hello.”

Damian became as hard as stone at the mere sound of her voice. It was the same voice from his dreams. Only this time…she was real.

“I’m Damian. Professor Damian Keith.” He offered his hand while taking in her beauty.

“My name is Amenitré Seini.” She placed her soft hand into his. The feeling of abandonment he had felt when his mysterious presence left him vanished at her touch. “And this is Talios.”

It was so hard for Damian to tear his gaze away from his dream woman. Her beauty was so powerful it actually hurt. Placing his gaze on the man beside her, he nodded. “Nice to meet you.” His hand stayed clasped with hers, the softness of her skin evoking a maelstrom of emotions within him.

Coal black eyes assessed him. “Professor Keith,” was the reply that the giant emitted.

Indigo met tawny as Damian focused back on the woman who held his gaze directly. She did pull her hand free of his grasp, but her eyes stayed upon him. “I have to tell you, I love your name. It is very beautiful,” he admitted, even while he admired how her dress embraced her figure.

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Tuesday Teaser ~ If You Dare

Tuesday, May 15th, 2018

tuetea4She was on the phone, standing with her back to them as she stared out the window. Fuck me. Today she wore black. All black. That familiar silhouette of hers jumped up and bit him, causing his cock to swell in his slacks. Her pencil skirt hugged her ass like no one’s business and he swallowed hard, trying to control the lust that raged through him.

It had to be lust right? That would be the only reason he had been unable to get her out of his head. His brain and subconscious laughed at him and he told them to shut up before focusing his attention back on the woman before him.

She hung up the phone and turned, removing her earpiece. He saw her surprise at seeing him but she quickly masked it. “Good morning. Please sit down.”

 

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Tuesday Teaser ~ Preconception

Tuesday, May 8th, 2018

tuetea4Caro hurt. Flashes bombarded her and she jerked up at the memory of being shot. pain smacked her and she cried out.

“Want me to call the doc?” The voice–deep and, dare she think it despite the pain, arousing–had her looking to see who’d spoken.

Him? he’s still here with me? Her cop. Declan McBride.

He sat there, long legs stretched out before him, wearing the hell out of his uniform. Cops didn’t normally do anything for her but this one… Something different entirely.

“What are you doing here?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Protecting you.”

“Isn’t that how I got shot?”

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Tuesday Teaser ~ Raw Exposure

Tuesday, May 1st, 2018

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Affrica looked at him, moved her gaze over his jeans and t-shirt before dismissing him without a word, placing her dark eyes back on his brother. It made Reeve wish he’d worn something like a suit to impress her.

“Hello is usually a common courtesy.” Reeve heard himself say to her with anger in his voice. He moved closer to her.

“So is knocking on a door before you enter,” she shrugged, “yet you chose to ignore that pleasantry, and so, I ignored one as well.”

“Reeve!” Godric said, astonished. “Please behave yourself. Ms. O’Shea is here on business.”

He sneered as his gaze traveled lewdly over her body. “I bet she’d look cute in the waitress outfit.”

“Ms. O’Shea, please forgive him,” Godric pleaded. “I don’t know what his problem is.” He glared at Reeve.

With a bland expression, Reeve watched as she stood effortlessly.

“I will see you in two days then, Mr. Leighton.” She offered words along with her hand.

Reeve glared back as his brother blushed and shook her hand. “I thought I told you to call me, Godric.”

“Godric.” Affrica nodded then looked at Reeve who was crowding her. “You know, ya should at least go home and get the smell of whore off you before you go out again. Dinna she have a shower?”

“Jealous, sweetcheeks?” Reeve asked, stepping even closer. “I can give you a job if you are looking for one.”

A dispassionate look filled her eyes. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll work for you, whate’er you want,” she paused, “as soon as you clear it with my brother. Remember him?” Affrica leaned in and sniffed him. “Ya should be ashamed of yourself. You’re still drunk. You may not care about yourself, but ya should respect your brother more than this.” She breezed out the door, carrying her bag with her.

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Tuesday Teaser ~ The detective’s Lover

Tuesday, April 24th, 2018

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Ian watched her face in the glow of the streetlights. The weather didn’t seem to bother her; instead, it added a rosy tint to her beautiful dark skin. The horn from a ferry broke through the night.

“I think you’re right. There is something off about the report. I want to find the truth and I think if we can put aside our differences we could figure it out.” Ian waited. He frowned as amusement crossed her face.

“Is that what this is? An attempt to ferret out what I’ve learned?” She pushed away from the rails and closed the distance between them. “And tell me, Detective. How far are you willing to go with this charade?”

Ian tried to ignore his body’s reaction to her nearness. He noted how the lights glowed in pinpoints off the gloss on her lips, calling him to taste them. He swallowed and tried to tell his rapidly hardening erection to behave.

“It’s not like that.”

Fallon moved closer still. “No?” Her voice got all low and throaty. “I want to know how far you’re going to go to make me happy in hopes I’ll tell you what I know.” Her hands left her pockets and slid up his chest.

Ian fisted his gloved hands at his sides. He forced himself to remain standing in place. Neither into or away from her touch. His cock leapt to attention.

“Tell me, Detective. What have you been cleared to do? What’s the limit?” She wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing flush against him.

He gulped as her mouth moved closer.

Fallon’s fingers, covered by soft leather, teased the back of his neck. “Will you take me out?” She blinked once, slowly, her thick lashes falling and rising again. “Would you actually sleep with a Maddox?” Her lips were millimeters away from his, fanning his mouth with her warm breath.

Ian gave in with a low growl. He hauled her in close and covered her mouth with his.

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Tuesday Teaser ~ Daring the Hard Man

Tuesday, April 17th, 2018

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“Looks like it.” She gestured to the shirt. “What’s that?”

“Jersey from the best player in the league.”

“And who is that?” She brushed some of his light blond hair away from his eyes.

“Hopefully me,” a man said from behind her.

Damn, what a nice voice.

Somehow, Milar’s smile grew wider. “Luca. Of course, it is. I am looking for my brother to show him what I got.”

Kaitlyn turned and promptly lost her breath. The man from the dunk tank—still wet and damn sure still fine—even more so, up close.

“Hi Milar.” He may have been speaking to the boy but his intense gaze never moved away from her face. “And you would be?”

Yours. The word hovered on the tip of her tongue. “Kaitlyn Henderson.”

He offered his hand and she accepted, gulping at the fissure of electricity rocketing through her. Heart thundering, she tried to act natural. Hard to do when it made her wonder if her own ribs would be able to keep it contained within her chest.

He swiped his thumb over the pulse in her wrist and his lips quirked when the speed kicked up a few notches. He skimmed the pad of his thumb over it once more. To the same result. “Hello, Kaitlyn.”

Holy shit that voice is beyond lethal. All her women parts were standing up, being extremely vocal and demanding his attention.

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