Welcome to another edition of FRIDAY FLAMES . . . .
Where fantasy merges into reading reality . . . .
And scintillating words warm your flesh and create a moist heat . . . .
Sorry I messed up the last few weeks. My book tour for Remedy Maker has me spinning circles like a drunk duck.
I missed my Friday sizzle so badly....and I know you did too. Let's not waste anymore time!
BRING IT ON!!
This is a scene between Pennelope and Nubbs, two of my minor characters. They're stealing the show...
Remedy Maker
She lifted her gaze and slid her hand down his chest, her metal wristbands tinkling together. “If you’re interested in matters of the Centaur palace....” Her hand fell farther. “I can tell you Queen Savella will have a big surprise soon.” The top of his belt met her fingers. The male shifted his stance, but didn’t move to stop her traveling hand.
“Yeah? Go on.”
As instructed, she went on, caressing her fingers lower. “There’s a move to change the guards, so to speak.” The tip of his semi-erect penis leaped in his pants when her fingers made contact with the head. His breath blew in a hard huff and she jumped on the submissive reaction. Pennelope smiled, smelling the faint citrus scent of his cologne. This meeting was easier than she thought; she figured he’d put up more of a fight. But she was an ancient female Troll, and the males . . . they’re all the same.
Leaning in, her breasts pressed his chest and she filled her hand with the fullness inside his trousers. Slow strokes up and down.
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Now go ahead and share your scene. Not the whole chapter, LOL! Just the highlights that heat-up the screen. Don't forget buy links if you have them.
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I love P and N. Nubbs is one of my fav characters. I think he needs his own book!
ReplyDeleteI agree! Great idea for Book Three in the Centaur series. Thanks Brendan!
DeleteYeah, Friday Flames again! And you've teased both Nubbs and us with that snippet! HOT!
ReplyDeleteHere's a hot minute with Duncan and Karatina from my recent release Only Scandal Will Do:
At her nod, he ran his hands across her smooth, rounded buttocks and up her back. She arched into his caress, and he knelt behind her cupped her full breasts, fingers open so the nipples peeked through. Slowly, he slid his fingers closed, pinching her nipples, teasing them until they formed hard peaks against his palms.
He’d been busy the while, caressing her nape, nibbling down her shoulder, nipping her soft skin until he felt it pebble with goose flesh.
“Lean back on me, love.” He took her weight against him, repositioned her knees apart and continued to stroke and torment her breast. With his other hand, he journeyed down to the tangle of moist red curls between her thighs. At his first touch, she moaned.
“Sore?”
“No,” came the low, throaty response. She strained her head against his shoulder. “No, I’m fine. Ah!” She gasped as he circled the sweet little nub he would use to bring her to the height of pleasure. “What are you doing to me, Duncan? Ahh.” The groan at the end sounded almost guttural, low and needful.
“Loving you, sweetheart. Is that all right? Does that feel good?”
“God, yes!” Her head rocked back and forth across his shoulder as tension built within her, swifter than last time. He smiled with satisfaction and slid his fingers lower, slipped into her hot, wet flesh and stroked in a slow, insistent rhythm. She moaned again, as he ran his tongue up her shoulder, tasting the light salty sweat he had already evoked with his play below. Her need mounted. He gently pushed her into position on her knees, and as he slipped his fingers out of her, she cried out in protest. As he knelt behind her, the tip of his shaft poised at her entrance, she gave a low, guttural sigh of satisfaction.
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Thanks, Sheri!
Believe me when I say, "Thank YOU!" Whew - that was smokin' hot!
DeleteGreat job!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back! A drunk duck! LOL
This is from A Real Bad Burn....
Claire with Garth, the creep!
“Make love to me.” She fumbled for the remote on the stand next to her bed and pushed a button that filled the room with soft jazz. His clothes making soft sighs as they hit the floor. He climbed back in bed with her and took her in his arms.
For a few minutes she waited, unsure how to proceed. Lovemaking had yet to go smoothly between them. She chalked it up to being virtual strangers who just hadn’t learned how to completely satisfy each other yet.
Tentatively, she reached out and touched his bare chest with her fingertips, smoothing them over flat nipples and short soft hair. His skin warmed under her palm as she explored further. Across defined pecs and abs, she took her time, learning his body. Kicking the covers aside, she shyly looked down at his penis.
He wasn’t even semi-hard.
It happened to everybody . . . right? Licking her dry lips, she pressed her mouth to his. For a minute, she didn’t think he would kiss her back, but he finally responded. The kiss was lukewarm, lacking his earlier passion. What was she doing wrong? Maybe he’d prefer her to go straight for the goods? He had yet to touch her at all, but she reached for his flaccid penis.
He grabbed her wrist. “No.”
Her face burned at the rejection.
Rolling over on top of her, his eyes locked on her breasts but he didn’t look pleased.
She bit her lip and turned her head. So she wasn’t a double D. Big deal. If he wanted a woman with an enormous chest, he’d picked the wrong woman. No one had ever complained
about her B cups before. It wasn’t as if she’d tricked him with padded or pushup bras.
Still straddling her, he bent and sucked a pale pink nipple. Then he bit it. Hard.
“Garth,” she whimpered. “Please–”
I love these scenes!
ReplyDeleteThis is from A Real Bad Burn, an unpubbed ms.
He bent his head to hers and claimed her lips with the passion she’d been hoping for. His tongue pried her lips apart and dove into the recesses of her mouth. She bent her head back, and he cupped her neck, holding her still.
With a trembling hand, she reached behind her and opened her bedroom door. Still kissing, she backed across the room until her knees bumped into the bed. Wrapping her arms around Garth’s waist, she pulled him on top of her and he landed cradled between her thighs. He took his mouth from hers and lifted himself long enough to help her wiggle out of her satin gown, then rose and tossed the filmy material aside.
For a long moment, Garth stared at her. In the near darkness, she couldn’t make out his expression, but her skin prickled.
“Make love to me.” She fumbled for the remote on the stand next to her bed and pushed a button that filled the room with soft jazz. His clothes making soft sighs as they hit the floor. He climbed back in bed with her and took her in his arms.
For a few minutes she waited, unsure how to proceed. Lovemaking had yet to go smoothly between them. She chalked it up to being virtual strangers who just hadn’t learned how to completely satisfy each other yet.
Tentatively, she reached out and touched his bare chest with her fingertips, smoothing them over flat nipples and short soft hair. His skin warmed under her palm as she explored further. Across defined pecs and abs, she took her time, learning his body. Kicking the covers aside, she shyly looked down at his penis.
He wasn’t even semi-hard.
It happened to everybody . . . right? Licking her dry lips, she pressed her mouth to his. For a minute, she didn’t think he would kiss her back, but he finally responded. The kiss was lukewarm, lacking his earlier passion. What was she doing wrong? Maybe he’d prefer her to go straight for the goods? He had yet to touch her at all, but she reached for his flaccid penis.
He grabbed her wrist. “No.”
Her face burned at the rejection.
I hate that Garth. She needs to take a riding crop and strap-on to him! LOL!!! Thanks for sharing this, D'Ann!
DeleteHere's mine from my soon to be released The Driver's Seat.
ReplyDeleteHe stood and pulled her up. A look of mock remorse covered his face. "You realize this is not what I want to do."
Spanking her ass wasn’t what she wanted him to do either, and she had no intention of letting him. She met his gaze with a passion flaming as hot as the fireplace. "Then what do you want to do?"
He cut his gaze to the front of the fireplace and back. "I want to throw you down on that bearskin rug and fuck you into tomorrow."
His words pierced her like molten coals from the grate, and her knees almost gave way. Oh God, yes! That's what she wanted too. Within the confines of his strong arms, her heart thundered, but she evened her breath and purred, "Then why don't you?"
"Quite the negotiator, aren't ya? But if I let you off Scott free, you might really hurt yourself next time. And what does that say about me and my word?"
She dropped her gaze and looked up from under her lashes, trying to appear contrite. "I think I've learned my lesson, but you could always punish my body in other ways." She flashed her sexiest smile and pressed closer to whisper against his lips, "Whaddaya say, cowboy?”
The look that crossed his face said it was a deal and then some. His hand cupped her breast as his thumb brushed the nipple. Desire burned all the way down to her core. He feathered his lips against her, and a mutual shiver ran through them, originating at the point of contact. Softly his mouth slanted over hers, hot and moist. She sighed and parted her lips. His tongue slid inside. A slow buzz of desire became more urgent as he deepened the kiss. His hand brushed down her side and around to caress her ass. He felt so good. She laced her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed into one another, lost in lust.
But just as quickly as it began, he pulled gently from her lips to look in her eyes. Desire flamed there and mirrored what she felt.
It didn’t matter who he was or where he came from. “I want you.”
He groaned in a struggle with himself. Then his eyes darkened. “I’m afraid not yet, darlin’. Not until we settle this piece of business. You’ve got more than one lesson to learn, and the first one is that I always keep my word.”
She bristled. There weren’t too many instances she could remember where she couldn’t get her way, but the set of his jaw and the alcohol clouding her mind kept her from making a convincing argument. She threaded her fingers in his hair. The silky strands slid with ease, and his blue eyes flickered in the firelight. Letting her mouth do some negotiating of its own, she drew in his sumptuous bottom lip and gently sucked it. Her other hand slipped to his crotch and massaged the bulge in his jeans. Based on the size of him, she’d been wrong earlier, thinking he overcompensated. Way wrong.
He expelled a resonating growl from deep in his chest, and whispered against her lips, “As good as that feels, I’m afraid you can’t negotiate your way outta this one.”
Damn. She dropped her hands and stepped away. Desire rolled between her thighs. She propped her hands on her hips. “I’m not going to let you do this.”
His face clouded and a wall of impassivity fell over his features. “Pull your panties down and lay over my lap.”
Oooh! Casea, you have various writing styles. This is hot, sweaty, and leaves me wanting more!
Deletewoo hoo! love me some FLAMES on FRIDAY! this is from Vegas Miracle...ON SALE THIS WEEKEND for only .99 (it's a novella) on Amazon and ARe http://www.amazon.com/Vegas-Miracle-ebook/dp/B007ZDVTZU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1346431643&sr=8-1&keywords=vegas+miracle
ReplyDeleteREADY????
""Would you like a bit more? An internal massage, perhaps?"
"Yes," she nearly yelled out then felt herself blush.
She finally got a good look at him as he pulled his silk boxers down to reveal his long, thick cock, which was just as she remembered from that fateful night at the party. She sat for a minute drinking him in as he brushed his shaggy, dark hair off his brow and put his hands on his hips.
"Please," she whispered as she lay back down. How this was happening, she had no idea but Grace knew if she didn’t get this man inside her right now, she was going to explode.
As he climbed up between her legs and slipped his cock into her, she finally, fully relaxed and cried out, clutching at his ass to pull him in further.
"Keep your hands up over your head like before," he demanded as he began to move.
He leaned down to lick her neck and tug at her nipples while he kept thrusting, his cock reaching high, right up to her g-spot. She laid back and let him work, let him massage and fuck her and when she came, she nearly wept at the intensity of it, at the sheer, sensual, forbidden beauty of it. She touched her own face and her fingers came away wet.
"May I come inside you," he asked, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Fill me," she ordered him and repositioned her legs so her knees were up against his chest. She had to feel him, all of him, wanted to watch his face when he came. He increased his tempo, his face flushed red in the candlelight and she smiled as he grunted and she felt his warmth explode inside of her, felt him pulse and shudder with spent passion.
Grace sighed as Henri bent down to kiss her lips and let his tongue caress her a moment before he raised himself up and off her, pulling the blanket back up to cover her sated body. She stretched again and flipped over.
When her eyes met Ryan’s across the room she yelped. Her husband was sitting directly across from the massage table, a drink in one hand, the other arm stretched over the back of the couch. His eyes were shining.
"How long have you been sitting there," she demanded once she realized what he’d done.
"Long enough, baby," he drained his glass, set it on the table and made his way over to her. "Long enough."
She sighed as he leaned in to grasp her neck, pull her close and kiss her hard and deep. His bourbon-tasting lips were delicious.
Liz!! WOW! I didn't see the ending for your scene coming at all. Maybe "coming" is the wrong word, lol. Very good excerpt. Thank you for sharing!
DeleteThis is a Teaser from my new book: Dirty As Sin. In this scene, Rex has been hired(As a Man For The Night) By the Husband! Rex is secretly in love with Ava already and they both feel like maybe they are being watched.However, they keep challenging each other in a fun kind of sexual duel. He is now standing at her chair 'showing' her his biggest pleasure asset.
ReplyDeleteRex was puzzled by her shifts in mood, her stranger act was playing well, and then she would look angry. He did as she asked and stepped up closer.
She reached out and touched his throbbing erection lightly.
He kept himself from reacting overly strong to Ava’s magnificent touch.
“Mmm,” she moaned low and took a sip of champagne.
Rex used every rule in his 'please' book to seem just slightly affected as he watched her.
Ava swiveled in her chair with her mouthful of pink bubbles and took his cock straight into her mouth.
Rex froze where he stood. He wanted to explode right on the spot, but he knew that would be too personal and too unprofessional. His body wanted to shake and tremble. He fought it and pictured Mimi the hateful bitch herself, to tamper down bad boy’s pleasure.
Ava swirled the drink in her mouth while giving him a good three strokes of oral perfection.
Rex needed more from his 'soften the bad boy' files to mentally cool off. He thought of her husband and his steely blue killer eyes. Yep, that worked some.
Ava released that sultry throaty moan.
Unexpectedly, he grew all the way to nine inches again in her mouth. What the hell was she trying to do, blow this whole thing? At the sexual euphemism, he wanted to laugh again.
Finally, she shoved her hands down hard into her lap and her mouth released his cock. “Oh my!” she gasped breathlessly.
His eyes narrowed down at her as he smiled politely. She is pushing me, while we are trying to play it cool?
REX!!! A man for all occassions! Ava is playing with FIRE, which is perfect for Friday Flames. Dirty as Sin is another Moan and Groan winner!!
DeleteLove all of these! Great job, everyone!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully, hot!
ReplyDeleteHere's mine. From my upcoming release, Gambling On A Secret (Lyrical Press, Jan 2013). My debut contemporary Western romantic suspense.
This is Charli and Dylan's second love scene....
When his lips and hot, wet tongue replaced his fingers, the orgasm came on her fast and furious like a summer thunderstorm. She shuddered, bucked against him, and moaned his name on a long breathy sigh. After bringing her gently down, he again brought her to the height of pleasure. Then again. She’d never have or need another orgasm. Then he kissed his way up her body.
He found her lips again and plunged his tongue into her mouth in a direct imitation of what would come next. She arched up into his body, eager to join with him, aching as if he hadn’t already given her the sweetest pleasure. He soon obliged by shifting and settling into the cradle of her pelvis.
When she met his heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes burned her alive. She placed her hands on either side of his ruggedly handsome face and wrapped her legs around him. He didn’t rush his entry as she’d expected him to. He stared down at her and slowly pushed himself into her starving body one incredible inch at a time, filling her to the core of her being. Buried in her body, he groaned and moved--pulling almost completely out before thrusting in again. Soon the coil twisted and lifted her up again.
I imagine this scene with some guitar music playing southern rock in the background. Whew! HOT stuff!! Thank you for sharing with everyone!!
DeleteI love everyone's excerpts. I have nothing this week, but I'll be ready next Friday.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to seeing you then!
DeleteAwesome excerpts this week, everyone!!! Love 'em!! Enjoyed reading :) Love your FF, Sheri! Gonna try and add mine next week :)
ReplyDeleteOh my!!! *fans self* That was hawt! Loved this line: But she was an ancient female Troll, and the males . . . they’re all the same. ;) Males! lolz Great post Sheri!!
ReplyDeletePennelope has attitude. LOL Thanks for stopping by!
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