And the winner of Elle Kennedy’s contest is…
Congrats and thanks to all who entered!
All for smut, and smut for all!
by Crystal Jordan on Aug 23rd, 2012 3 Comments »
And the winner of Elle Kennedy’s contest is…
Congrats and thanks to all who entered!
by Crystal Jordan on Aug 21st, 2012 27 Comments »
Today, we bring you the awesomeness of Elle Kennedy. The Smutketeers are doing it up right with a sexy excerpt and a contest that will leave you feeling hot! Without further ado, let’s turn things over to Elle…
Elle: Hey everyone! So today is the release of my latest sexy contemporary with Samhain Publishing—FEELING HOT—and the Smutketeers have been kind enough to let me babble about it for a while J This is the seventh book in the Out of Uniform series, which features sexy SEAL heroes and sassy heroines. What makes this latest installment extra unique is that it’s the first full-length book of the bunch, and launches a new group of sexy, sexy sailors!
To celebrate, I’m posting a short excerpt, one of my favourite scenes from the book actually. The heroine Jen is determined to seduce our hero, Cash—and she’ll use any weapon in her seduction arsenal to make that happen. But Cash has been ordered to keep his hands off her, so she’s gonna have a tough time luring this stubborn SEAL to the sexy side…
Enjoy the excerpt!
Everyone who comments today will be entered into a draw to win an e-copy of the story. Just let me know what you think of the excerpt, or who your favourite OOU character is, or who you prefer to do the seducing–the hero or heroine, or really, just say anything!
Winner will be announced here on Thursday 8/23. And if you don’t win, pop over to Samhain or Amazon and pick up a copy of Feeling Hot!
In tight quarters, anything can happen.
It’s been a rough month for Navy SEAL Cash McCoy. Fresh off six months of celibacy during his deployment, he almost got into a hot blonde’s panties before they were interrupted. Since then, he still hasn’t gotten laid. The reason? He lost her number. And no other woman has replaced her face in his fantasies.
Then his CO asks him to keep an eye on his sister for a few weeks. Just until her psycho stalker ex is transferred. Cash’s new houseguest is none other than the same gorgeous, quirky blonde. And just his luck—his orders include an emphatic hands off.
Jen Scott is having none of it. Now that she has a second chance, she’s not letting Cash slip away. Orders be damned, he’s the one man capable of helping her explore her sexuality. She’s even willing to break her own rule—never date military men—to get the gorgeous SEAL into her bed.
Except Cash makes it clear he wants more than she bargained for. Much more. Not just her body, but the one thing she promised herself she’d never give to a man in uniform. Her heart.
Warning: Sexy SEAL? Check. Sassy heroine determined to seduce him? Check. Scorching hot sex bound to make you blush? Double check. A threesome and some man-on-man action? Triple check. You’ve been warned.
Feeling Hot Excerpt
“So what’s your favorite sexual position?”
Cash choked mid-sip.
Coughing wildly, he put his bottle on the table and gawked at her. “Excuse me?”
“Your favorite sexual position,” she repeated.
He gritted his teeth. “I’m not telling you that. It’s inappropriate subject matter for two people who won’t be having sex.”
“Friends talk about stuff like that. Me and Tessa do it all the time.”
He gave a stubborn shake of the head. “No way.”
“Come on,” she cajoled. “Let me guess, it’s doggy-style, right? You totally seem like the doggy-style kinda guy.”
His jaw started to hurt, he was grinding his teeth that hard. “I know what you’re doing, Jenny, and it ain’t gonna work.”
Her expression epitomized innocence. “I’m just trying to get to know you. As a friend.”
“You want to get to know me? Ask me what my favorite color is, or my favorite movie.” He answered before she could say a word. “Black. Die Hard. There, sharing time is over.”
“My favorite position is missionary,” she said, ignoring him. “Very vanilla of me, I guess, but I think there’s a deeper intimacy there. Oh, and when the guy’s on top, it’s easier for me to come because his pelvis rubs against my cli—”
“Jesus!” Cash interrupted.
Too late. Her words had sent an onslaught of images into his head and now all he could picture was Jen’s perfect body writhing beneath him as his stupid pelvis stroked her clit with every thrust of his cock. His very hard cock. Like the hard cock pushing against his shorts at the moment.
Breathing sharply through his nose, he ordered the erection to retreat. When it didn’t, he had to wait for Jen to lean forward to set her beer on the table before he made a subtle rearrangement down below. From the smirk she shot him, he knew she’d noticed what he’d done.
“You really won’t tell me your favorite position?” she prompted.
“Okay. I’ll just keep guessing then.” She lifted her legs and sat cross-legged on the couch, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder. “I’m thinking missionary, except you’re on your knees and the chick’s ankles are up on your shoulders so you can drive deeper—”
“Woman on top,” he burst out.
Cash clenched his jaw. “Yes.”
Because there was nothing hotter than watching a pair of sexy tits swaying as their owner rode him like a cowgirl…
He bit back the response, shoved away the new swarm of dirty images, and glared at her. “Just because.” Then he picked up his bottle and drained the whole damn thing.
by Crystal Jordan on Jul 2nd, 2012 Comments Off
The winners for those who joined her newsletter are: soozelbug2000 and reginamayross!
Her winners on Smutketeers are: Anne and Z!
Emily’s going to be a little late in getting in touch–she’s caught in the big storm over on the east coast and is without power right now. Give her a couple of days to regroup!
by Crystal Jordan on Jun 28th, 2012 15 Comments »
Happy Fourth of July pre-weekend. Do you have plans? My community does a parade and fireworks thing but I hate parades, and not only because I have to spend the last two weeks of June navigating sidewalks that are littered with chairs put out by my neighbors to hold their parade-watching spots. I hate parades because they’re noisy, there’s skin cancer beating down from the sky, face paint is terrible for your pores and the firemen riding in the trucks? Not hot. Not hot at all.
My patriotic plans will instead revolve around my air conditioner and my Nook. In the event you and I are of the same “summer reading” mindset, I have some options for you…and the men parading through these books actually are hot. Really hot.
Want a little taste?
Despite her better judgment, she leaned slightly to see who stood on the other side of the door when Donovan opened it. A huge man filled the empty space. Black cotton stretched across his chest and skimmed his long torso until it disappeared behind the belted waist of olive cargo pants. Thick dreadlocks twisted around his shoulders and fell to his waist. He stepped into the room and dominated the office with his presence. Dessa’s mouth went dry. Him. She gripped the arms of her chair and curled her toes against the insoles of her slippers, trying to ground herself to the floor. Her body tightened in alarm as she met his eyes, clear and bright as good whisky. He remembered her. The flare of his pupils told her as much. Twelve years and he hadn’t changed a bit. Donovan was her boogey man but this man was her…what? Savior? Fantasy lover? Killer? All at once, in some dreams.
She clenched her teeth, trying to bite off hazy memories of his tongue on her skin, his mouth on her throat. Good girls did not find evil attractive, especially when they were good Southern girls and the evil in question was more than two hundred muscular pounds of very tall coffee-colored man. No. Not man. Vampire. Vampire who by his own words meant to kill her.
Yum, right? Meet Teijon Reyes, hero of my upcoming release, gothic urban fantasy novel PAINT FOR BLOOD, which will be available in late July, but one lucky someone will win a digital ARC this weekend.
About PAINT FOR BLOOD
Available July 2012
There’s only one substance on earth that can create a new vampire–the blood of a Chalice, a rare individual with magic in her veins. Atlanta’s human-vampire Civility Laws demand that if a Chalice is found, she must be destroyed. Vampire Teijon Reyes allowed the mortal girl Dessa Collier to live despite the threat she posed to society. If he ever finds her again, he will kill her, personal desires be damned.
Heiress to a family tradition of ward-working, house painter Dessa Collier has spent the past twelve years pretending vampires don’t exist. When a friend-enemy walks back into Dessa’s life after a decade-long absence, everything Dessa has been hiding from comes crashing down on top of her.
Thrown together on a mission to protect a city under siege, Dessa and Teijon can no longer hide from the powerful attraction that binds them…or the monsters that hunt them.
But I promised two hot men, didn’t I? Meet Ven, from HIS DARK MAGIC.
Sesha inhaled and released the breath, the remnants of her fear exiting with it. She rounded the desk, aware of the way Ven stiffened when she neared him. He didn’t move beyond that mark of tension. Slowly, she brushed the back of his hand with her fingertips. He flinched and rocked his weight forward, balling his hands into fists, white-knuckled as they pressed against the leather-bound portfolio. Sesha crowded him. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, unable to complete a full circle with her fingers, and swept her palm up his forearm. His muscles bunched beneath her touch. She squeezed, pricked his skin with her fingernails, and raised her eyes to find he’d turned his head toward her.
“What are you doing?” He rasped.
“Does your mind feel invaded?” She held his gaze, ignoring the raw flutters of dark emotion in her stomach. Those weren’t his emotions, they were hers. And they were more frightening for the ownership.
His jaw tightened. “My mind has not felt my own in some time. Your influence would hardly matter.”
She couldn’t help herself–his words were not meant as challenge, but she received them as such and determined to serve it back to him. Her grip flexed, fingernails biting into muscle until he hissed and drew away. Sesha followed, flattening the folds of fabric between them, fitting her body along his side. “You will not feel me inside your head because my gift does not work in that manner. I feel you. But even if I didn’t believe in a man’s privacy, I do believe in preserving my own sanity. You have slipped into me twice now, so hungry and needful you could have rendered me empty, but I’ve blocked you. You cannot get inside me. I would not go inside you.”
He straightened from the desk, not attempting to shake her hold on him. His free hand closed around the back of her neck, flexed. Sesha shuddered. He loosened his grip and trailed his fingertips along her collarbone, down the triangle of skin left bare by her robe’s crossed panels. The heel of his palm settled over the knot of her sash. Blood rushed to her head, flushing her cheeks hot. She raised her eyes to his and quickly looked away from the heat in his stare.
Relentless, Ven grasped the knot and used it to pull her closer to him, up on her toes. His lips grazed her ear. “I will get inside you, though you may damn me for it after. And you will remember to address me properly.”
Her breath came in quick, short bursts. Fingers of fear and arousal laced together and squeezed at her stomach. She turned her face away, hid her hot cheeks against his shoulder. Ven still clutched the tie of her robe. His free hand shifted behind her, heavy between her shoulders, ungentle in her hair. He tangled his fingers in the strands at her nape and pried her face from hiding. A discreet knock sounded at the door. Ven ignored it. “Look at me. Acknowledge me,” he commanded.
“Master,” she whispered, heart pounding wildly.
About HIS DARK MAGIC
Ven is a tool of the Sun, bred to work the dark magic of resurrection. Nearly a year ago his work ended in tragedy and he retreated behind a vow of silence. When he is called to duty again, a beautiful girl will die if he cannot shed the weight of his sins and turn lust into love.
Sesha is only half-human but she is human enough to know earthly pain. Ven’s pain haunts her. Duty commits her to service but a need to know and heal commits her to the man. She will love him enough to save him from himself, even if it means her death in the end.
CONTEST: Now for the good stuff — free stuff, just in time to heat you up for the holiday.
The first way to win: sign up for my monthly newsletter by sending a blank e-mail to emily_ryandavis-subscribe @ yahoogroups.com and you’ll be entered in a random drawing for one of two prizes, a digital ARC of PAINT FOR BLOOD and a digital copy of HIS DARK MAGIC.
The second way to win: just leave a comment telling me how YOU would respond to a man who insisted you call him “master”. ;) Two commenters will win their choice of one title from my backlist.
by Crystal Jordan on May 6th, 2012 Comments Off
And the winner of a signed, print copy of FORBIDDEN PASSIONS is…
Thanks so much to everyone who commented!
by Crystal Jordan on May 3rd, 2012 30 Comments »
The Forbidden Passions series came out as four ebook novellas last year by Loribelle Hunt and me. And I’m pretty stoked to announce that it’s now out in print! That’s right, you can have it on an actual bookshelf in your house.
Lyra Marcus is a werewolf left for dead in enemy territory, but she’s not going down without a fight. Leopard-shifter Zander Leonidas wants the little she-wolf the moment he sees her–he’ll keep her safe no matter what it takes. In fact, he’ll just keep her, period.
Celeste Lykaios is a dead woman. At least that’s what her mate, Jason Leonidas, was told after a plane crash no one walked away from. When she shows up a year later, alive and well, he vows to protect her from all comers…a hurricane, a killer, and the werewolf family that kept them apart.
Cleo Nemean is a lioness on the run from an abusive ex, and she takes a job with the Leonidas family hoping for protection. A night spent toasting her newfound freedom lands her in bed with Adrian Leonidas–her new boss, and her new accidental mate. But then her ex tracks her down…
Ajax Petros is leader of the eagle’s elite Messenger Corps, heir to the throne, and not ready to settle down. But when Nico Leonidas enters her territory searching for answers about the plane crash that killed his father everything changes.
Hector stood off to the side, holding the kind of glass his mate had always liked-delicate and fragile-incongruent in his big beefy hands. He flexed one fist, watching the movement, wondering what she would have thought of this gathering.
He looked around. She would have loved it.
All their sons, all their mated sons, were here to celebrate Adrian’s wedding to Cleo, a werelioness. Interesting woman, Cleo. A fine match for Adrian.
He counted the rest of them.
Celeste and Jason, finally come home. He stood tall and relaxed, though he never let her move from the shelter of his arm.
There were Ajax and Nico. The werebird Queen and his third son, more besotted than he ever expected to see any of his sons.
And finally Lyra and Zander. The wolf. The hugely pregnant wolf. She approached him, Zander’s gaze following her closely even while holding a conversation with Adrian.
“Having a good time?” she asked, sipping a glass of water.
From the corner of his eye, he watched Ajax excuse herself and leave Nico with Adrian and Zander. She stepped forward with that regal, smooth glide he was growing accustomed to, linking her arm through Lyra’s.
The women faced him together. A united front. The two predators, by more than virtue of species, mated to his sons. Neither of these two women were ever going to be controlled, be handled. He admired their gumption if nothing else and grinned, not caring if it was just this side of feral. They could deal with the sometimes murky politics of a predator shifter’s family.
Both narrowed their eyes at the look, both did that little subtle shifting of stance that warriors did when preparing for battle. Oh, yes. Worthy women. And if the future brought what he suspected it would for all shifter species, if that dark cloud looming on the horizon came to pass, they would need to be. But he wouldn’t dwell on that today. Today he’d enjoy being in the presence of his family, ignoring the ever-present pang of grief and guilt caused by the one who refused to be with them. Another secret he’d kept from his sons, another lie he’d told. For their own good, or for his? He didn’t know anymore. He shook his head. There would be time enough for that later.
He saluted Lyra with his glass. “To the next generation of Leonidas leopards.”
She cocked an eyebrow and took a drink from her glass. “What makes you so sure they’ll be leopards?”
He choked on his wine, and Ajax hit him just a little too hard on the back while he coughed. He knew by the look in her eyes she was aware of what she was doing and took enjoyment in it. Ignoring her, he focused on his youngest son’s mate.
“Of course they’ll be cats. Dominant DNA and all that.”
He waved a hand through the air knowing he shouldn’t have to explain it to a doctor. At least he thought not. Ajax and Lyra exchanged a long, knowing look and both burst out laughing. He glared. They’d probably both refuse to have leopards just to spite him.
The others approached. Celeste with her gentle smile, Cleo trying not to show her hyper-awareness of all the strangers in her house. His boys. Tall, strong. Good. With everyone gathered around it was time to get down to business.
He looked at his oldest, Jason. His pride and joy, the one who’d broken when he thought his mate had died. This was his chance at redemption. “Have you decided?”
Jason pulled Celeste to him, wrapped his arms around her waist. Slowly he nodded while holding Hector’s gaze. “I’ll come home and take my place as CEO again. And look after security since Nico’s taking up with the birds.”
There was an audible sigh of relief through the group, but it seemed to be most heartfelt from Adrian. The boy had taken on an unusually hard task when Jason had left. One he hadn’t been trained or prepared for, but he’d done well. Hector allowed himself a small bit of pride. He’d been hard on his boys, but they’d grown up strong, smart.
There was one other matter to settle and he kept close watch on Ajax with gleeful anticipation when he delivered it. They’d been butting heads for weeks, he and his newest daughter-in-law. He knew she’d flown to Arizona expecting to leave him behind when she returned home. Little did she know.
“Adrian, I don’t care how you and Jason work it out, but you two are in charge. I’m retiring officially and going back to Tennessee with Nico and Ajax.”
Ajax was speechless for only a moment. “Absolutely not!”
“I’m afraid my mind is made up, dear.”
She narrowed her eyes to dangerous slits. “Listen, cat, I’ve had enough of you. It’s someone else’s turn.”
His other daughters-in-law were all quick to jump in to support his choice. If he didn’t find the whole thing so amusing, he would have been insulted. The boys, he noticed, were all suspiciously quiet. That was fine too. He was happy just to see them together, everyone speaking to each other. Life was good again.
Smiling, he slipped away, leaving all his children to squabble amongst themselves, to find a quiet place to watch the sun set.
So, the CONTEST, of course, is for a copy of the print book. Leave a comment letting me know what your favorite shifter would be. In this series we have (so far), leopards, wolves, bears, eagles, ocelots, swans, lions, hyenas, and lots of other we didn’t get around to mentioning (dolphins, anyone?)
by Crystal Jordan on May 3rd, 2012 1 Comment »
And the winner of a print copy of Sierra Dean’s book Something Secret This Way Comes is..
Thanks to all who entered!
by Crystal Jordan on Apr 17th, 2012 22 Comments »
Crystal: So tell me, which Smutketeer was your gateway drug to the group? Which of us managed to lure you in?
Taryn: That would be Eden. I was looking at a friend’s bookshelf on Goodreads, which I’m addicted to by the way, and she had a few of Eden’s books on there. I saw the cover for Pleasure’s Edge and asked her a million questions about it. I was a little skeptical at first because it is a BDSM book and I didn’t have pleasurable experiences with them in my earlier reads. I then went to the author’s site and couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the link for the Smutketeers. My hubby loves to joke about what smut I’m reading at the moment. I had never heard anyone say that word before him so it felt like it was fate when I found the link. I bought the book right then and I’ve been hooked ever since. This was only just a few months ago.
Crystal: Don’t worry, Eden has corrupted so many of us. I’d never written a smutty book before I met her. She’s wicked like that. Okay… Which genre of romance is your favorite and why? Do you read outside of romance?
Taryn: Which genre is my favorite? That’s not an easy question! LOL! I think Paranormal Romance will always have my heart because it’s what got me started in reading in the first place. There’s something very alluring about the dark and mysterious worlds created. They keep me entertained for hours. I read it for three years straight and then branched out. Now I love erotic romance, preferably BDSM romance. But it’s not always about sex with me like most people think. Of course I love reading those hot and steamy scenes, no doubt, but it’s a bit more edgy and darker and I think that’s why I like it so much. It’s an eye opener for me.
I hardly read outside of romance. It’s very rare that I will. It takes a lot for me to…there are only a few select authors whose books I will read.
Crystal: Which romance novel was the first you ever read? Which one is your favorite?
Taryn: Don’t hate me Smutketters….but Lover Awakened by J.R. Ward is my favorite! I’ve read that book so many times I lost count. I had to buy a new one because it was about to fall apart. I love a male who has a very tortured soul who thinks he is not worthy of being loved or loving someone. It also helped that Zsadist is a complete utter asshole to Bella. Ahh, I do love my mean alpha males. :) The meaner the better for me because underneath all of that male exterior is a teddy bear completely worthy of love.
Crystal: Tell us something we’d be surprised to know about you.
Taryn: While in grade school I never read one book from beginning to end. In fact, I did whatever I could to avoid reading.
Crystal: Tell us about the biggest fangirl moment of your life. Which author/movie star/politician/famous person got to be on the receiving end of the squee?
Taryn: I am totally going to make you ladies jealous! I got to meet Eric from True Blood aka Alex Scarsgard! I am a very shy person to begin with and when I saw him I just stared like a dummy with stars in my eyes. Fangirl moment for an author would have been at the RWA signing in New York City last summer. I met Christy Reece, my favorite romantic-suspense author. Gosh, I love her and her books! There were others authors I met who gave me fangirl moments too, like Gena Showalter, Larissa Ione, Sherriyn Kenyon, Karin, Tabke, Toni Blake aka Lacy Alexander, Maya Banks, Kate Pearce and so many more. I met so many wonderful authors that day.
Crystal: You just moved…have you unpacked your books yet? Who came out of the box first?
Taryn: I was like a kid on Christmas morning when I opened my books! LOL! I just started tearing open the boxes trying to decide which book to put where on my new bookshelf….then I became overwhelmed with how many books I have. I do recall the first books I put up were my erotic books on the top shelf. ALL of the Smutketeers are up there together along with Megan Hart, E.L. James, Lora Leigh, Nadia Aiden, Jaci Burton and lots more. Sadly, I only have one shelf at the moment. The store ran out of shelves so I have to wait. But the books that mean the most to my heart are on my shelves at the moment.
Crystal: Tell us about a special or inspiring moment in your life.
Taryn: Simple: When I met my husband- no joke. I was 17 and he was 21. Normally I didn’t go after the older guys but there was something about him. We met on the set of a music video, of all things. I was a back-up dancer and he played the boyfriend. I was just coming out of a difficult time in my life. I was what you would call a “wild child”. I did what I wanted when I wanted and my father was ok with it…until I got into some trouble. That’s when I met my hubby. From the moment I met him, he inspired me to be a better person. I can’t explain it…I truly didn’t want to live the life I had previously lived, which was so easy for me to go back to it. I wanted to be a better person from the moment I met him for him. I really didn’t speak to him the first day, with me being shy and all, but a few days later I did. And a few months later I was pregnant with our first son, Anthony Angelo. I may have only been 18, but I knew deep down how right it was…like it was meant to be. Sounds corny, I know. We had our second son when I was 21, Dominic Rocco. Again, it’s something that I can’t explain, I just knew. Now I’m 27 and we’ve been together ever since. Our wedding anniversary is April 23rd.
Me and my husband, Tony. He has make-up on here for the video shoot….just so you know. :) This was on the set of the music video.
Crystal: What’s your favorite part about being a Smutkedette?
Taryn: The fact that I can be myself. I have a bit of a dirty mind…ok it’s more than a bit. LOL! I can make almost anything sound dirty or turn it into something dirty. I don’t mean to most of the time, I just can’t help it. I think it’s just how I’m wired. But I don’t have to worry or walk on egg shells being a Smutkedette with what I say. I am who I am. It makes me feel good knowing there are others like me…. that I’m not a freak with a gutter mind. Drea, being one of them, with a comment she made recently about wood and ass. LOL!! Oh, and Kitty Kelly too. How I love Kitty Kelly!
Left to right: My Family, my littlest nugget Dominic Rocco, and my oldest nugget Anthony Angelo
**Now for the lightning round of Smutty questions!**
~Shapeshifter, vampire, or cowboy?
~Whips or chains?
~Sex on the Beach, Buttery Nipple, or Blow Job Shot?
~Tattoos or piercings?
~Blue jeans or pearls?
~Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town?
As always, the Smutketeers will be donating to our Smutkedette’s local food bank (www.islandharvest.org) to celebrate her visit…if you would like to join us, you can find your nearest food bank at feedingamerica.org
by Crystal Jordan on Apr 12th, 2012 Comments Off
The winner of Vonna Harper’s ebook PREDATOR is Melissa P!
Congrats and thanks to everyone who commented!
by Crystal Jordan on Apr 9th, 2012 15 Comments »
Characterization has never been a problem for me. In fact I spend more time beating possibilities off with a stapler than I do looking for characters to people my erotic romances.
Plots have a way of sorting themselves out which is a good thing because the more I write, the more I do it seat of the pants trusting that eventually I’ll spy The End.
Setting is vital to me. I can’t write word one until I had a vivid image of the world my characters live in, particularly if I make up the world. Most of the time pictures of landscapes & houses clutter my desk acting like safety nets.
But titles? Just tell me to stick one on whatever I’m writing and I head downstairs for the wine. I’ve lucked out a handful of times in the close to sixty titles I’ve written but usually not. Erotic romance readers have certain expectations, and one of those is that their interest will be snagged by an intriguing/sexy title. That’s all fine and dandy but with thousands of erotic romance fiction available many trigger words have been done to death, and they tend to all run together.
More than that, publishers go to great lengths insuring that they don’t have any duplicate titles. When I was working on my latest Samhain release, I knew I’d garner extra Brownie points if I came to my editor with something unique and yet not insane. Pressure you might think. For once not. STUDS is a shape-shifting ménage about, you guessed it, two hunky/sexy men who can and often do become stallions. (Oh, come to think of it, Stallions would have been a great title!) For those who don’t know, breeding stallions are referred to as studs. You can’t get more macho than that. My concern was it was highly likely the title had been used before. But it hadn’t and now it’s mine, all mine!
So is a story set on Hopi reservation land, an independent Hopi woman, two determined and courageous men/horses, and a large handful of danger. Oh and sex. Lots of sex.
Alone. Her lean yet womanly body gliding around the equipment, her full breasts straining against the ridiculous bras women insisted on wearing. Her inner thighs would brush together, perhaps stimulating the magical part of her.
To the casual observer, she might appear to be deeply tanned, but because his human skin held the same hues, he knew she had Native American blood in her. Her cheekbones were high, her dark eyes almost as deep-set as his while her midnight hair trailed halfway down her back. She’d braided two slender strands near her temples to, he guessed, keep her hair out of her eyes. If her body lay under his with his cock buried in her soft, wet channel, he’d brush glistening hair off her neck, gathering up her sweat as he did.
Hands rammed in his back pockets, he tracked her. His cock fought the prison he’d reluctantly forced it into today. He might never understand clothing and not fucking simply because he wanted to, but he was trying. He had no choice.
Teeth clenched as defense against the future he was still reluctantly accepting, he pulled Terena’s smell deep into him. He hadn’t had sex with many human females, not because they hadn’t offered themselves to him, but because he didn’t trust his self-control. Keeping distance between himself and a woman was easier than keeping his wits about him once he touched one. On its own, sex was good and right, tension followed by delicious release, but human females wanted to talk. They expected to hear certain words from him.
Forget the half dozen or so females he’d had sex with before today. There was only this one now—and her relationship with the man he wanted to kill.
Suddenly, a sensation like hot water seared him from cheeks to feet. Stopping, he lifted his head and sniffed. He became, not a predator, but more than a man.
Scenting a woman.