My story in the Smutketeers’ Wasteland anthology, Book Three: THE BREEDER, was supposed to release tomorrow, but it’s out now! Buy it now at MBAM or on Amazon! To celebrate, I’m posting an excerpt and having a contest because Yay! for free stuff! Here we go…
In 2012, the world came to a grinding halt as radiation hit from a massive solar storm. Crops died, animals perished, cities fell and humans became little more than beasts themselves. Under the threat of starvation, civility was reduced to mere memory. Only the strongest men survived, and physically weaker women and children wasted to nothingness.
More than a century later, humanity struggles in the desert Wasteland that was left. The solar radiation rendered most women infertile, and the population dwindles more with each year that passes. Scattered up and down coasts, isolated cities eke out an existence from fishing, foraging and hunting for what little game remains. Outside the city walls, men face the threat of pirates and raiders.
Few women remain, divided into four classes—Wanderers, Whores, Breeders and Priestesses. They are as reviled as they are worshiped, a commodity any man must pay to touch.
There is only one rule in the Wasteland—survive.
Book One: THE WANDERER — Crystal Jordan, May 4, 2010
Book Two: THE WHORE — Lilli Feisty, May 11, 2010
Book Three: THE BREEDER — Eden Bradley, May 18, 2010
Book Four: THE PRIESTESS — R.G. Alexander, May 25, 2010
THE BREEDER, Book Three in the Wasteland Series
Destined to serve the desires of an entire city, all she wants is one man. Or maybe two…
Wasteland, Book 3
Born to the Temple, Nitara knows the Great Goddess’s plan for her: to bring life into what is left of an arid and wasted Earth. Since puberty she has been trained to arouse and titillate, to ensure the continuation of the human race.
As is the custom, the man captured for her is strong of blood, though considered little more than a wild animal. Yet when she looks into his eyes, she sees no primitive creature, but the man whose face and hands haunt her sensual dreams.
For Akaash, a hunter and warrior, it’s his shame that he will be sacrificed to a goddess he doesn’t believe in, for a people who are not his own, leaving behind his Wanderer clan—and his bonded lover, Dhatri. Locked in the bowels of the Temple, he has a month to ponder his fate, all while falling helplessly under the spell of the virgin temptress who will soon take his life.
With each tortuously erotic encounter, however, Akaash realizes that Nitara is as much a prisoner as he. If he can just get a message out to Dhatri, there may be a slim chance both of them can escape… Warning: Sexual acts in a prison cell, by the sea, in the desert, on an altar, with every possible combination of dirty deeds between two men and one very lucky woman, and all of it hot enough to melt sand! And her panties. If she were wearing any.
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“Do something for me now, Nitara.”
“I will do whatever you ask.”
“Give me your pleasure.”
She smiled, light filling her heart. He wanted from her the one thing she was able to give.
She stripped her robe off and stood close to the iron bars. His gaze was hungry as she stroked her palms over her belly, her thighs, her breasts.
“Yes, draw out your nipples as I would with my tongue, could I reach you. Ah, beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, Nitara.”
She shivered, holding the hardening flesh of her nipples between her fingers, stroking, pulling on them. Pleasure suffused her. Her clitoris grew hard, needy. The anticipation of awaiting his instruction was strange and thrilling.
“Tell me what you want, Akaash.”
“Part your thighs for me so that I can see your lovely cunt. So pink…I can see how wet you are. I need to taste you again, Nitara.”
She slipped her fingers into her slick juices. She was shaking with need as she held a trembling hand between the bars that separated them, held her damp fingers to his lips, as she had done before. He leaned forward, took her fingers between his lush lips, and sucked.
Pleasure was like the sun, burning into her skin, arcing through her body.
He let her fingers go, but she couldn’t pull away. Instead, she explored the contours of his face, tracing over his mouth, his beard-stubbled chin, finding a long scar on his cheek. It only made him more beautiful, somehow, that he had survived hardship.
He turned his face and kissed her fingers as he had done before, lingering kisses, his lips soft on her skin. She turned her hand over, and he pressed his mouth to her palm. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
She felt stunned by his touch. Immobilized.
“Nitara,” he whispered, his breath warm on her palm. “Come for me.”
* * * And now for my Dark or Dirty contest!
This week I’ll give away two prizes, but you have to tell me if you’re Dark or Dirty. If you’re Dark, you could win a copy of my vampire story, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in my Midnight Playground Series (Book Two, BLOODSONG, is coming soon!). If you’re Dirty, you could win a copy of my BDSM novella, BREAKING SKYE. You can read about both books on my website. Just post here on the Smutketeers blog this week. I’ll choose and announce the winners next Sunday night (May 23rd).
Speaking of my website, I just it redesigned to match the site for my new persona, Eve Berlin! My first Eve book, PLEASURE’S EDGE, a BDSM novel for Berkley Heat, will be out in October! Eve will be here to blog about it in the fall, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, take a peek at my new website!
You can browse all of my books, see what’s coming up next, and hop over to my Eve Berlin site to see what’s new with my evil twin.
Be sure to check back here for the contest winners, and for the release of the last book in the series, R.G.’s THE PRIESTESS, next week! You can find the entire Wasteland series at Samhain, and you can buy THE BREEDER there, or on Amazon!
My latest e-book, SPRING EQUINOX, Book Two in my Celestial Seductions Series, is out tonight from Samhain! The official sale date is March 5th, but they’ve made it available as a special midnight sale tonight-be the first to download!
Once upon a time, two young lovers vowed to reunite…
Celestial Seductions, Book 2
After a bitter divorce, Isabel Asher returns to Isla de Margarita to find the only man she’s ever truly loved. Twelve years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, they made a pact to meet…if they both were free. Now she waits, wondering if Rafael Cruz will be her every fantasy come to life…or just a foolish dream.
Rafael never forgot their summer of love all those years ago. Since then, no other woman has measured up to the memory of Isabel in his arms. Their chemistry is still stunning, the sex is sizzling. The power of their memories is overwhelming. Yet it’s too soon to tell if she wants to be with him as much as he wants her.
As her time on the island grows short, their sensual play heats up, and includes a night with Rafael’s best friend. But they must decide if their passionate reunion is simply a celebration of the past…or a new beginning for lasting love.
Warning: Hot sex on the beach, hot sex in bed, two gorgeous Latin lovers, a little anal action, a little vibrator action, and a lot of orgasms!
Here’s a sneak peek-nothing too dirty…just a little tease…
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Silently, he moved away from her. Taking her hand, he led her across the courtyard, through a narrow, tiled walkway, to a private bungalow at one end of the hotel. Her pulse raced, her heart hammered a sensual cadence in her chest, in her sex, as she realized what was about to happen. He would finally be naked with her, touching her, just as he had done in twelve long years of fantasies.
She knew already it would be a hundred times better now, as adults, than that one lovely, sweet experience had been. It would be better than anything she had ever imagined.
He opened the heavy wood door and pulled her into the cool interior of his home. One small lamp cast a golden light over the tiled floors, the heavy beamed ceiling, the potted palms set here and there. Through a wall of windows overlooking the beach she could hear the muted roar of moon-tipped surf. But she wanted to concentrate only on him. She would explore this lovely place later.
He stood with her a moment in the entry hall, watching her, a small smile on his lush mouth. His gaze was dark on hers.
“You’re more beautiful than ever, Isabella.”
His words warmed her, but she didn’t want to talk anymore. As though he could read her thoughts, he moved in and kissed her again, his hands going to her cheeks, then sliding down to caress her shoulders, her arms. His touch was pure heat, lighting up her skin. Electric, as though every nerve was acutely attuned to his touch.
When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, just slipping it between her silken lips, opening her up, she went warm and loose all over. The warmth quickly turned to volcanic heat when his hands moved in to cover her breasts, the weight of them filling his palms. She groaned into his mouth, pushed her body closer, her hardening nipples pressing into his hands.
God, she needed to be naked with him, needed to feel his touch on her bare flesh.
“Rafael, please…I can hardly stand it.”
“I’ll give you whatever you need, Isabella. I’ll give you everything. But it’s been so long, and I want to get to know your body again.”
That name. Isabella. No one else had ever called her that, only him. His voice, and that lovely rolling accent…hearing that name on his lips sent a long, lovely shiver through her: her breasts, her sex. Her heart.
Don’t expect too much. Just be in the moment.
The moment was too lovely to ignore. He moved his hands away from her aching breasts and smoothed them over her waist, her hips, tracing the outline of her body.
“Yes, it’s still you, but more lovely curves.” He sounded almost reverent as he whispered against her mouth. “More a woman.”
His hands slid downward, his fingers moving beneath the hem of her cotton dress and roving up her thighs. The moment his hands touched her naked skin her sex went wet, drenched in heated desire.
“Your skin is like silk, just as it used to be.” His voice was a husky whisper, turning her on every bit as much as his hands on her body.
Then he was kissing his way down her neck, in the valley between her breasts, over her stomach through the cotton of her dress, until he was on his knees before her, his cheek against her belly. Her hands went into his hair, and it was soft beneath her fingers. She was shivering, the anticipation sharp, lovely.
His hands were on her thighs, gently kneading the skin. Then he raised the hem of her dress higher, revealing the white lace panties she wore. She wanted to keen her need to him, to beg him. But she remained silent, the waiting an exquisite kind of agony.
“There’s so much heat coming off you, querida, it drives me crazy. The scent of your desire…mi Dios…do you know what you do to me?”
All she could do was groan as he bent his head and kissed her bare stomach, just above the white lace that was so unbearably in the way.
He kept kissing her, his mouth leaving a trail of molten heat across her belly. Her hips moved forward of their own accord, pressing into the velvet warmth of his lips. Her body was on fire, the need a scorching heat that centered in her sex and spread outward, breathtaking in its intensity.
“Yes,” he said quietly between achingly soft kisses, “I think you need me, as I’ve needed you, for too long.”
His voice, his mouth on her flesh, was driving her crazy. She wanted her clothes off. She wanted that soft mouth on her breasts, on her sex, swollen and burning with need. Why wouldn’t he undress her?
When he looped a finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them in a slow, sensual sweep down over her thighs, her calves, taking his time, her legs began to shake.
On his knees, he pushed her until she felt the wall behind her, warm from the heat of the day, steadying her. Then he pushed her dress up, the fabric bunching around her waist. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on the curls between her thighs, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall and waited.
He didn’t move, yet she could sense the change in his breathing as he knelt before her, his face inches from her sex.
“Isabella. Move your legs apart for me. I need to see you. All of you.”
God, that voice again. She did as he asked instantly. And she felt, for the first time, the power in his command. That some part of her was giving herself over to him on every level. That she would do—willingly—whatever he asked of her.
“Ah, yes.” He brushed his fingertips over her curls, so that she could almost feel his touch, but not quite. Torture. She’d never been so wet in her life. “So beautiful. I want to taste you, querida, and I will. But later.”
“Rafael, you can’t do this to me…”
Oh God, was he really going to make her wait?
“Patience, mi cariño. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Perhaps I am.” He smiled up at her, that lovely smile that felt so familiar to her.
Yes, they’d waited too long. But maybe it had been necessary, to bring them together again with a little life experience under their belts. But she was too dizzy with need to think about it. Now, all she needed was him.
“Touch me, Rafael, before I lose my mind.”
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To celebrate my release day, I’m having a little contest. Post here today and tell me where you pimped the release of SPRING EQUINOX-it can be your blog, Facebook, Twitter, anywhere-and you’ll be eligible to win a copy of any book in my Samhain backlist! Choose from: WINTER SOLSTICE, Celestial Seductions Series, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in my Midnight Playground Series, or TEMPT ME TWICE, my hot contemporary menage.
I’ll choose a winner on Sunday night, and announce the winner here on Monday, so be sure to enter, and to check back to see if you’ve won!
Lots more fun stuff coming up at Smutketeers soon, including info on the launch of our Wasteland Series-great prizes, our appearance at the Romantic Times Convention, including a very special contest for one lucky person at the convention, and more! And stay tuned for some very big news-the unveiling of a fifth Smutketeer later this year! All for Smut, and Smut for All!
The lovely K.B. Alan, author of PERFECT FORMATION and her latest release, ALPHA TURNED, both available from Ellora’s Cave, has decided to throw caution to the wind along with her interview virginity, and who better to steal her cherry than The Smutketeers? So, grab a warm towel and some lube, and let’s get down to business. We promise to be gentle…
Smutketeers~ALPHA TURNED is your second book. Why do you think you’ve held onto your interview virginity for so long? Did you make a pledge, or has the right interviewer simply not come along until now? (and we do congratulate you on choosing a five-some for your first time, adventurous girl!).
K.B.~I believe strongly in holding out for just the right person. Or persons – if that’s what the job calls for. Who better to take me gently until I’m ready to be…wait, I’m sorry, what were we talking about?
Smutketeers ~Alpha heroes-what is it about them?
K.B.~Aren’t they just delicious? I can’t get enough of them, and yet, they’re all so different in their own ways. I think they’re perfect for the fantasy that is a good romance, where you just want to be swept up into something (and someone) so powerful, you know? Of course, in real life, I’d most likely freak out and run as fast as possible in the other direction.
Smutketeers ~Speaking of heroes, tell us about Zach, your sexy werewolf in ALPHA TURNED. Is he based on a real life person, or is he purely a lovely figment of your imagination?
K.B.~Zach isn’t based on anyone in real life, but he was my first hero, so I guess you could say he was my first love. He’s a kick-ass alpha but also the sweetest guy who really can’t believe how lucky he is to have Hillary in his life.
Smutketeers ~Any plans to write Zach’s brother, Aaron’s, story?
K.B.~Aaron’s already married! I really enjoyed Mountain View and its many inhabitants and I think it would be a lot of fun to return to them at some point. Plus, there’s just something so sexy about writing werewolves, I’m sure they’ll be calling to me again.
Smutketeers ~When writing shapeshifters, where do you think you have to draw the line between animalistic sex and um…sex with an animal? Is this determined by the publishing industry, your particular publisher or by the author?
K.B.~My publisher doesn’t accept sex with animals, but is perfectly happy with sex between animals, and, as you so brilliantly put it, animalistic sex between humans. My editor asked me if I wanted to include a scene between Zach and Hillary as wolves, and I’ll admit I was a bit nervous about getting the right balance between animal instincts and human emotions and needs. But I gave it a shot and was pleased with how it turned out.
Smutketeers ~Your March 2009 release, PERFECT FORMATION, is a ménage story. Tell us about the complicated logistics involved in writing a threesome-and any other interesting details you’d care to include. I hear there’s some rope involved…
K.B.~I loved writing Perfect Formation, but there were definitely some challenges to getting all the body parts doing all the right things. I found that simply closing my eyes and imagining the choreography for long minutes helped quite a bit. I can honestly say it was never a chore for me! The key for these three was in letting Caleb take charge and seeing how Richard and Taryn would react, which usually involved melting into a puddle of goo at Caleb’s feet. Of course, the fact that they were ready and willing to let him do his thing didn’t stop him from pulling out the cuffs. And ropes. And ties.
Smutketeers ~We like to imagine all of our fellow smut-peddlers lounging around in satin PJ’s, a glass of 1986 Cristal Reserve in one hand and Godiva chocolates in the other, putting each down long enough to type a few precious words while your loincloth-clad houseboy fans you or massages exotic oils into your shoulders…but then, being writers ourselves, we understand that real life is sometimes a bit different. What happens when you sit down to write? Do you have any writing rituals?
K.B.~I like to imagine the Cristal life, too, but unfortunately it’s far from the truth for me! I live by myself so there are no distractions, and I don’t even turn on music. I usually have a can of Dr Pepper next to me as I curl up in my big, fluffy chair, with my laptop on my lap. Most of the time I’m wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. There seems to be a distinct lack of loincloth-clad houseboys, I’m afraid. I’ll need to work on that, though I’m not sure how much work I’d actually get done!
Smutketeers~Do your family and friends know you write erotic romance or do you have to pretend you write something more tame? Have they been supportive, or have they disowned you?
K.B.~At first, I didn’t tell anyone that I was writing. Once I got the first acceptance though, that was it. My coworkers even got me a cake on the day of my first release. It said “It’s a boy. No, it’s a girl. No, it’s a book!” Later, they realized they should have put “It’s a boy. No, it’s a girl. No, it’s two boys and a girl!” The day I got the acceptance, I called my parents, who are huge readers, and they were amazed and excited. Then I told them they couldn’t read it! I’ve told them I’ll let them know if I ever write anything they can read, but to be proud from a distance for now, lol. I’m not sure what I’d do if I had to keep this a separate part of my regular life, it’s become such a part of who I am. Thankfully I don’t have to as not one person in my life has been anything less than thrilled and encouraging.
Smutketeers ~What are you working on now?
K.B.~Right now I’m working on a BDSM story that may never see the light of day. I’m also working on a contemporary set in the same town as Perfect Formation, as well as a modern day fae warrior and the woman who lives to drive him insane.
Smutketeers ~Where can we find you on the Internet?
* * * Smutketeers ~And now for some either/or questions, which we’ve found can be very revealing… K.B. says:
~Boxers or Briefs? Boxers. On the floor, next to the bed.
~Vegas or Paris? Paris
~Cold beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink
~Cotton T-shirt or silk nightie? T-shirt for wandering around the house, nightie if there’s anyone else around, naked between the sheets (but the sheets have to be fabulous!)
~Romantic night in with a movie, or hot night out on the town? Romantic night in
~Cheeseburger or filet mignon? Filet mignon
~Tahiti beach vacation or Colorado ski trip? Tahiti
~chocolate or vanilla? Both
~kink or vanilla? Both! I know, I’m a complicated person :D
* * * Here’s a peek at K.B. Alan’s latest release, ALPHA TURNED:
Hillary is done with being haunted by the brutal rape that turned her into a werewolf four years ago. She’s made a normal life for herself and is determined to ignore the fact that the moon calls to her and she occasionally turns furry. She’s avoided werewolves since her one nightmare experience and sees no reason that should change.
The minute Zach scents Hillary he knows she’s his mate. Now he just has to convince her that being an alpha werewolf has its benefits. What better way than giving her himself? Body, mind and soul.
Smutketeers ~Thanks for joining the Smutketeers today, and for handing over your interview cherry! Was it good for you…?
K.B.~I’m afraid you may have ruined me for all other interviewers…
Smutketeers ~Funny, so many have said exactly the same thing to us! Authors we’ve interviewed, men we’ve…um…back to K.B.
K.B.~Thank you so much for having me! I would love to give away an ebook copy of Perfect Formation. Please leave a comment and you’ll be entered to win. The winner will be announced here on Tuesday, so be sure to check back!
My latest release, TEMPT ME TWICE, is my very first hot menage story, and my first story from Samhain, and it’s out today!
One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.
Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.
Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.
Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.
It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?
Warning: Explicit and unusual sex in nearly every possible combination: boy on girl, boy on boy, boys on girl, with a little anal action and some spanking thrown in just to keep things interesting!
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Want a little peek inside? Okay, but only for you…
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Somehow, an hour later, she was in Paul’s black Jeep Cherokee, roaring up Highway 80 on the way to Lake Tahoe. Music blared from the CD player, the windows were down to let the fresh summer air in and she was more relaxed than she’d been in months.
“So,” Noah started, “tell me how you two met.”
“I picked her up in a sex ed class,” Paul said, winking at her over his shoulder.
“Hah. Hardly. I was his English tutor.”
“Yeah, but my version is so much sexier.”
Why did he have to say something like that? When had things between them ever been sexy, other than in her vivid imagination?
“You’ve known each other a long time then,” Noah said.
“We’ve been friends for ten years.” Paul turned again, flashed her a quick smile, and her insides melted as always.
“Why just friends? Or has something more ever happened between you two?”
“No, nothing,” Paul was quick to answer, then they were both silent.
Noah looked from Jessie to Paul. “Sorry. Not my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s okay,” Jessie told him. “It’s a reasonable enough question.”
One she’d never been able to answer.
“What about you two? You met when Paul went to Quebec to pick up that T-bird, right?”
Noah nodded, smiled, a brilliant flash of strong white teeth.
“Yeah. He came into the bar where I was having a drink with an old friend. I’m really not usually the bar type. But Paul walked in, the hot American import. I liked him right away. I still do.”
He reached out, stroked a hand over Paul’s T-shirt-clad shoulder, and a rush of envy went through her. If only she could touch Paul so casually, express her desire for him so openly.
If only Noah would touch her like that.
Jesus. She really was a mess. She didn’t even know who she wanted. And nothing was going to happen anyway. She may as well get over it.
But she was wet, aching, as much as she’d been in the shower.
They reached their campground on the edge of Lake Tahoe in another four hours, parked and got out of the car. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting darkening shadows over the crisp blue, touching the water in the lake with silver. Fir trees surrounded the lake, which sat like an enormous blue bowl, cradled by the surrounding mountains.
Jessie raised her arms over her head and stretched her back, breathing in the crisp, clean air. So gorgeous here. She was glad she’d come, despite her uncontrolled surges of lust. Paul came around the side of the car and slid an arm around her shoulders.
“Can I tempt you to get some food ready while we put the tent up?”
He could tempt her into doing almost anything, if only he knew it.
“Sure. I saw the ice chest in the back. I’ll take care of it.”
They spent some time getting the campsite together. The sun dove into the horizon in a blaze of summer sky glory. Shades of pink, amber and gold cast long shadows against the trees, touching the boughs with color, before sinking, leaving them in darkness other than the light from the fire they’d built and the two Coleman lanterns, the faint glow from the other campsites.
Dinner was simple, pan-fried steak and potatoes wrapped in foil and baked in the fire, a bottle of wine followed by another. Conversation was easy. Noah was easy to be with, warm, friendly, open. He and Paul sat side by side, laughing, touching, yet somehow still making Jessie feel included.
She’d had too much wine, but it didn’t seem to matter. Paul and Noah would take care of her, she knew. She could let go, for the first time in far too long.
Finally it was time to settle in for the night. Paul helped her to her feet.
“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”
“I’m okay. Just have a nice little buzz going.”
“Maybe more than a little.” He grinned at her.
“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body going warm all over as he looped an arm around her waist.
They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up straight in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat on hers to take her shoes off.
Paul yawned, stretched.
“Anyone else tired?”
“A little sleepy from the wine,” Jessie said.
“Me too.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them.
Paul stripped his shirt off too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, and it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his nipples dark, surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck…
Stop it. Time to sleep.
The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs, and she could see they were both hard, aroused. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.
Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”
“Um…I guess not.”
She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and her underwear. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her slim body. But they were all nearly naked together, and as Paul lay on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body. His scent, warm on the night air. And more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.
How was she ever going to get to sleep?
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