Hey y’all! It’s me again and today I have my Naughty and Thankful list for you along with an excerpt from my December Samhain release, TWISTED UP!
Let’s get started, shall we…
Naughty and Thankful
1. Belts, floggers, and bare-handed spankings, oh my!
2. Hitachi wands, if you don’t have one, you are so missing out!
3. Kindles and Nooks for the naughty, dirty, erotic books!
4. Southern drawls, Southern men, and Cowboys.
5. Pretty ropes in pretty colors. I currently have green and purple. What colors do you have?
6. Eden Bradley ;)
7. Hair pulling, ball gags, and vibrating anal beads.
8. Tumblr porn.
9. Melting ice and melting wax.
10. Male/Male erotic romance.
11. Naughty readers who love everything…naughtier.
Now, what naughty things are you thankful for?
I promised you an excerpt from TWISTED UP and so, here it is…
“Can’t,” she mumbled around the digit she was nibbling on.
“Why?” He didn’t mind. He liked that she found him sexy, that she liked looking at him because he damn sure liked looking at her. Curves and valleys and strength and those green eyes that had haunted his dreams for months and that often had him waking up with his dick in his hand, stroking come up through the shaft.
“Don’t know really. You’re just… I can’t stop.”
“Well, try.” Sternness with her was always going to be a problem. He might like to think he could be stern and firm with her, but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, especially himself. She had him and his cock wrapped around her pretty little fingers. He could give it the old college try though. “Dirty as I am, I’m not aimin’ to roll around in the mud with you. So, wipe that look off your face.”
She raked him one more time with her gaze, starting at his feet and slowly moving up his legs, stopping at the juncture of his thighs. The longer she stared, the harder he got. He was going to find himself rolling around in the mud with her if she didn’t knock off that lusting perusal.
“Ella, I said cut it out. I ain’t a piece of meat.” He tried for affronted, offended, something to get her to look up in his face instead of at the tented denim. He didn’t pull it off.
She smiled slow and sure. “Yeah, you are.”
Justin laughed. Okay, he was. And he’d gladly be her hunk of Grade A Prime any day because he loved that she was feeling good and open enough, safe enough to ogle him. He’d always thought if he could just get her alone for a while, just get her out of her element, she would blossom. He’d also thought if he got her alone, she’d wear his ass out with sex long before she was ready to stop.
He was good with that. But right now, he was hungry and tired of being in the sun. He wanted a shower, clean clothes, food…then Ella on her knees. Or maybe he wanted a shower, Ella on her knees, clean clothes and food. Then again, he could just want Ella on her knees, followed by both of them in the shower, both of them naked after, sharing that picnic she’d brought outside.
Swirling the rest of the water in the thermos, he grit his teeth against what he was about to do. She wasn’t paying attention. Her stare kept traveling between his abs and his cock. She never saw him unscrew the top and drop it on the ground. She never saw him lift the jug and hold the bottom in his palm. She never saw it coming at all until the water hit her, soaking her face, her hair, and the T-shirt she wore.
She sputtered, and he laughed.
“I told you to stop that.”
She wiped water from her face and he helped by slicking her hair back, just as he had his own. “I can’t help it if you’re so good looking. Go get ugly or something and I won’t gawk.”
He pressed a kiss to her soaking wet head and turned her so they could walk back to the house with his arm around her. He even tried to keep from looking down at her nipples, which were trying to poke holes in the shirt she wore. Obviously, he wasn’t successful. “I don’t want to get ugly. I like you gawking at me, but I have other plans for us for today that don’t include a mud bath.”
“What other plans?”
“Well, a shower, food…and…other things you’ll just have to wait and find out about.”
“But I don’t want to wait.”
Her pout was beautiful. “Tough, baby. You made me wait for months. You can wait a couple of hours.”
“Mean, cowboy. You’re just plain mean.”
“I’m anything but mean. I’m cruel. I’m teasing. I’m dirty and I’m kinky. I’m even playful, loving. I can definitely be a hard ass, but I am never mean.” Each word had been punctuated with him backing her up step by step until she was pressed against the kitchen door.
Her eyes grew wide, and she licked her full, pretty lips. Justin lowered his head, thought to kiss her, breathe her in. He watched as the pulse in her neck kicked up speed. Her eyes started to get heavy with arousal, dilated as he kept her hanging as to what his intentions were. Up until that moment, he hadn’t known, but now with her desire for his kiss increasing, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
He leaned in a little closer, his lips right there, just about to touch hers and she reached for it, tilted her head up a scant inch for it…
Justin lifted his head and took a measured half step back. “I have plans for you, baby, but first I have plans to take a shower and get this grime off my body.”
Ella just stared up at him, disbelief written all over her face. It took her a couple of minutes, maybe less to compose herself, but then she drew herself up and away from the door, stepped toward him and poked him in the chest. “Mean.”
She stomped around him and down into the dusty yard, and then proceeded to stomp her way, as best she could in her little sandals, to where he’d dropped the thermos and lid. She bent, snatched them up, and all the while, muttered to herself. He couldn’t hear it, didn’t want to, but she was the most adorable woman when she was riled up. He liked her. Damn, he liked her so much it hurt his gut sometimes.
“You should think about getting out of that wet shirt. Don’t want you to catch cold,” he offered when she stomped back up on to the porch.
“I don’t have another shirt. I wasn’t packed for this kind of thing. I wasn’t packed to spend a few days on a ranch. I was packed to spend a few days in New Orleans before the beginning of my training class.”
“I could loan you another shirt or….”
She walked into his house just like she owned it. God, he loved that. He wanted to share it with her, share ownership with her. Hell, he just wanted to fucking own her. Every smile, every tear, every laugh, every pain, every orgasm. Everything about her he wanted to own and possess and devour. He’d never considered himself of caveman quality, of woman-mine mentality, but she brought out that side of him and he was hard pressed to argue against it.
Oh he was a kinky cuss and would share her in sex play if they both wanted it, but there’d be no one spending the night and Ella would always come home with him to sleep in their bed. With him.
He followed her inside but didn’t bother to close the door behind him. Despite the heat outside, it was a gorgeous day and there was a light breeze. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at the dirt he’d brought in. Damn. The woman would make him forget his own name if he wasn’t careful.
He backtracked and shucked his boots outside on the porch by the door and walked back in. She was standing by the sink with her arms crossed over her wet chest. Those nipples were still poking at the front of his shirt. His mouth watered to take one in his mouth and suckle until she was writhing enough that he could put her up on the coun—
He looked up to find her wagging a finger at him. He bit back a smile and nodded. “Right. I’m going for a shower and you…yeah, you’re coming with me.”
He snagged her hand and pulled her along behind. “You never answered the or, Justin.”
Or? Or, or, or? Oh. “Well, I believe getting you in the shower with me is answering it.”
She stopped walking, forcing him to stop to. Her lips were pursed, her eyes narrowed. “Maybe I don’t want to get into the shower with you.”
She flushed after a second or two. “Ass.”
He grinned. “Yep.”
He tugged lightly and she pouted but followed. Yeah, life with her would be a treat. Now all he had to do was convince her to give it a try with him, but first, he needed to get her all hot and bothered and slippery wet between her thighs, that’s when all her defenses were down, when she was open and giving. He wanted her on the edge, on that precipice where anything was possible, where she’d agree to anything if he’d just hold her right there, if he’d just keep her right there where her body quivered and all she could see and feel was pleasure.
He wasn’t above manipulation to get her to see him, to need him. But he’d never trick her. It was all her choice, all her decision. He just wanted a fair shake, a fair try.
He stopped halfway up the steps and turned around. She had that dreamy, lusty look in her eyes again. She’d been staring at his ass. “Naughty girl.”
She nodded. “Can you take your jeans off?”
“What? Here?” He tried for affronted, again, but knew he failed.
She nodded again. “Uh-huh.”
He let go a pretty good but fake annoyed sigh, which didn’t faze her a bit, and made a big show of snapping buttons from their holes along his fly. Her green eyes darkened, and she licked her full bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
Remember I’m doing a giveaway as well! A $25 gift card to Amazon.com, a $25 gift certificate to Barnes and Noble, and two ARC’s of TWISTED UP!
I’ll pick winners from the comments so please remember to comment! Answer my What are you thankful questions. Easy peasy.
I have completely enjoyed being here. I can’t thank Eden and indeed all the Smutketeers for having me. I am completely thrilled by them.
Take care and have a wonderful holiday!
Eden/Eve: Lissa, we are so thankful to have you here with us, helping our readers-and us-to celebrate the holidays! *big wet smooches*