Friday Flames

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It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination. To hold them in a grip so tight . . . they go up in flames.

Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.

It doesn't have to be graphic.

Tension can increase the pounding of our blood. 

Lead us to the moment.

Keep us hanging by a thread.

Here's a scene that pulls the tension tight.

REMEDY MAKER

 

Her soft skin called to him in whispered undertones aided by his memory. Earthy scents wafted up to tease his nose and his nibbling lips found the erotic spot just below her ear. 

“Smells good too,” he murmured, his lips traveling the juncture between her shoulder and neck. Tattoo-like markings stood contrary to her coloring. He held his breath, waiting for the expected sense of war-inflicted hatred to erupt. Instead, a pressure bloomed in his chest, his heart swelling. Unfamiliar with the new chemistry mixing in his body, he sat back and absorbed the sensation, content to just be for once.

While she chatted about Pan knows what, Rhy ate without tasting his food, mesmerized by the movement of her erotic mouth. Her lips and tongue moved in perfect synchronicity, dancing in and out over her teeth.

Oh. My. Gods.

 

A vortex of insanity threatened to reach up and pull him in. Incredibly, his arousal inflated to raise a tented gable in his shorts. Never in his life had he wanted a female more. One night with Patience, one week, a whole lifetime—and it would never be enough.

Her nipples were hard under her borrowed shirt that read Blood ‘n Guts. Without realizing what he was doing, he stacked his mug on top of his empty plate, and moved to stand next to Patience.

“Wazzup?” Then her eyes drifted down. “Oh . . . my.”

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Friday Flames

 
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Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.


It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination and attention. To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames.

It doesn't have to be graphic, tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment, keep us hanging by a thread.

To start it off, here's a snippet from my upcoming release.

 Remedy Maker

 

Under the blankets, Patience turned toward him. “Good morning, Remedy Maker. Wazzup?”

Rhy chuckled deep in his throat. “I’ll show you.” 

He guided her slim hand down to his jutting erection, and taught her how to wrap her fingers around him. A few tentative, unsure strokes later, and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. Uncontrollable urges to thrust into her palm pushed his hips forward. 

 

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Friday Flames

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Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.

It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination and attention. To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames.

Today, I want you to share your Smoking Hot scene, the one that sends the reader...up in flames.

 

It doesn't have to be graphic, tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment, keep us hanging by a thread.

To start it off, here's a snippet from my upcoming release.

 

She wet her lips and moved a step nearer. "We'd have to work closely together. You cool with that?"

Unveiled hunger smoldered in his eyes. She took a chance. Patience did something so far out of character that she even surprised herself. Lifting to her tiptoes, she turned her face up to his.

Heat sizzled from his arms and soaked into her body. His hot look of surprise was followed by an even hotter response. The moment he lowered his head and took her lips, broiler fans set on high blew over her. 

With a subtle shift of his legs and wicked ass, he burrowed her tighter against him. Apparently, it wasn't close enough, because his hand slid over her hip and pulled her closer into him. His palm continued to move lower, shaping a butt cheek through the thin t-shirt she wore. 

Dampness saturated her bikini panties—she shivered, realizing how unconcealed that sign of arousal was. 

Rhycious chuckled in a low tone, rubbing his hardened pelvis against her. "As far as working together, I'd say we're off to a great start." He let her feel his cock in its engorged splendor, and moved with sensuous play against her mound. 

His teeth nibbled and soft lips worked their magic down the side of her neck. She dropped her head back to give him further entrée. "We'll be totally teamed up. I'm game if you are."

"Should we practice our joint effort, polytima, and see how good we can be together?"

How much hotter could they possibly get? Much as she hated flames, her body burned hot enough to internally combust.

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Friday Flames

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Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.

It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination and attention. To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames.

Today, I want you to share your Smoking Hot scene, the one that sends the reader...up in flames.

It doesn't have to be graphic, tension can increase the pounding of our blood. Lead us to the moment, keep us hanging by a thread.

To start it off, here's a snippet from my upcoming release.

Portals of Oz

“Jack,” she moaned.

“Say my name again.” Pleasure like no other washed over at the sound of his name on her lips. His hand brushed her heated core, and he hummed his appreciation. “You don’t wear underwear?” A wolfish grin pulled his lips. “You’re so smooth and wet.”

“I’ve never liked … they’re … I don’t grow hair ….” She couldn’t form a complete sentence as he flicked his teasing fingertips.

“You don’t like panties, and you don’t have hair here?” he helpfully supplied for her. He slid lower down her body, taking a pert nipple into his mouth, drawing on it deeply. The taste of orange blossom honey burst in his mouth, and he groaned the delicious taste of her.

He swirled his finger around her little nub without direct contact. Her hips searched to increase her pleasure, writhing and moaning her need. The succulence seeping from her body was laden with pheromones and musk. Jack inhaled the heat of her. It tempered his cock into steel, and made his head spin.

Excited, hot, her body readied itself for him.

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