I couldn't be happier to welcome my critique buddy and good friend
D'Ann Lindun
We're going to burn it up with a hot excerpt from D'Ann's latest release:
He kissed her.
This time it wasn’t slow and easy. His tongue ravaged
hers. Tasting, teasing. Pulling away, rushing back. Like a starving man, he
devoured her mouth. And she kissed him back just as eagerly. She couldn’t get
enough of him. She cupped his face with her hands, the slight stubble on his
jaw grazing her palms.
He tugged at the edge of her sweater and she reached
between them to undo the clasp on her belt. It fell away and his hand spanned
her ribcage, the heat from his hand searing her skin. His fingers brushed the
underside of her breast and she moaned.
She pushed him back until he lay stretched out on the
sofa with one foot braced on the floor. Crawling up on him, she nestled between
his legs, his erection obvious against her stomach. She wiggled and he groaned
into her mouth. Pleased, she did it again.
“Lady, stop,” he begged hoarsely.
Instead, she kissed him once more.
His hands slid under her sweater, running them up her
back. His palms were rough from work and their raspy texture against her bare
skin created a wave of pleasure through her. The clasp of her bra gave way
easily, freeing her breasts. Her nipples hardened more than she thought
possible. “Make love to me.”
She reached for the hem of her sweater and froze in
surprise when he placed his hand over hers. “Are you sure, Cat?”
All the reasons they shouldn’t be together raced
through her mind. She looked into his deep green eyes and they vanished. “I’m
sure.”
He took her breast in his hand, large fingers fanning
over it. Capturing her nipple between his long fingers, he pinched until it
stood erect. Even the lace of her bra against the tip almost too much to bear
when he released her to shove her sweater up around her neck. She helped,
sitting up to give him room to get it over her head. Her bra fell away,
unnoticed.
Topless, she knelt above him and observed as he undid
the zipper on her jeans. Through half-closed eyes, she watched him slide the
denim past her hips. His big hands on her bare skin sent a shudder through her.
“You’ve got to stand,” he said in an unsteady voice.
Using his chest for balance, she stood and let her
jeans fall to her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of them. Illuminated only by
the firelight behind her, Cat stood completely nude in front of him. She fought
the urge to cross her arms over her stomach, to hide the stretch marks a long
ago pregnancy had put there. Instead she lifted her chin, dangled her hands at
her sides and stood proudly before him as his eyes roved over her. Only a
hungry passion burned in their depths. No disgust. No revulsion.
He rose off the couch and shrugged out of his shirt
and boots. When he reached for the zipper on his jeans she placed her hands
over his. “Let me.”
His hands fell away. And it was his turn to watch as
she freed him.
He lifted his hips and helped her slide his jeans down
his long legs and over his feet. She eyed his erection and licked her dry lips.
They fit, she knew that, but right now she didn’t remember how she’d
accommodated his size.
“Come here,” he urged.
When she hesitated for another moment, he placed a
hand on her hip and pulled her forward. To keep from falling on top of him, she
stretched out beside him. He covered them with a red and black plaid blanket
from the back of the couch. With a quick flip, he moved over her.
She looked into his eyes. “Tanner?”
“Uh-huh?”
“I still don’t have a condom.” She thought bitterly of
the box she’d purchased earlier, still stowed in the grocery bag.
He kissed her, then said into her ear. “I do.”
Bio:
Falling in love with romance novels
the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one
until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She
was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her
because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to
have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and
the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from
the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years
and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five
Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape
and color often show up in her stories!
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HOT!!! I love it! And can't wait to get this book in my hands :) Another Winner for D'Ann :)
ReplyDeleteOne of your best, D!
ReplyDeleteoooh fabulous, D'Ann!
ReplyDeleteD'Ann, your excerpt was so damn good!!!! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI love D'Ann's writing!! It's yee-haw good! Here's a steamy excerpt from the first book in my Centaur series - Remedy Maker:
ReplyDelete“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.
“Rhycious!” she cried out, going for a scolding tone. But it came across like a sensual invitation.
His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her the wasted millimeter of space nearer. Patience’s mind spun. A man who wanted her was holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes. His mouth traveled up her throat, licking and sucking, until he settled over her lips once more. Persistent and demanding, his tongue slid along the seam until she complied and opened.
He charged right in like a Centaur warrior would, drawing her tongue into battle with his. Feinting and parrying, they slid sensuously against one another.
“My gods, Patience. You taste so damn good.”
And Rhycious tasted of pure Elysium, sending a tingle of exquisite warmth to a spot deep within her. A breathless tension coiled. “Your coffee tastes better than mine.”
His hand cupping her bottom alternated between kneading the cheek and rubbing sumptuous circles. The clench of desire increased between her thighs. She moaned her approval. His other hand traveled upward from her waist and settled under the heavy fall of hair, massaging the base of her skull.
Rhycious backed her up until her knees hit the couch, and buckled. He followed her down, arranging her body to stretch out beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide. Leaning on one elbow, he used his free hand to push the hair off her face. His feral gleam intensified, and his tawny eyes bore into hers.
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Very very nice. Sounds like a book I am going to read:)
ReplyDeleteWhew! All these sexy scenes make me want to....write one!!! LOL!
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Great excerpts, ladies!! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt - it is HOT in here :)
ReplyDeleteHere's mine from my historical romance Viking Fire:
Outside he released her, but blocked her path to re-enter the hall.
The music resonated around them. Leaning against the far wall, she crossed her arms.
She was two feet away from him, but he was too close.
“I thought the air would clear your head.” He cocked his eyebrow, examining her.
“My head is fine, thank you.”
“Aye, and the rest of you is fine to look at too.” His thick dialect chased shivers through her.
Her hands smoothed her gown. She caught herself and stopped. At seeing his grin, her frown deepened. “I believe it’s improper for you to stare at a lady so.”
“Would you rather I stare at you on our wedding night?” She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued. “Whilst you are without clothes?”
“I assure you, sir, we will have no wedding night.” Her blush radiated from her chest and spread between her legs.
“You wish to wed during the day then?” He took a step closer. “Very well, daylight will be all the better to see you.”
Music and laughter from inside filtered through the night air. He strode toward her.
She braced for his advances, wondering if she had the strength to inflict enough pain
to make him reconsider. Part of her wanting to run, the other part daring him closer in challenge. God’s toenails, how could she have forgotten her dagger?
A breath from her, he stopped. Her heart hammered in her chest.
His fingers brushed aside a strand of her auburn hair that had slipped from her braid.
The brief touch sent fire coursing through her. Afraid her legs would give way she leaned farther against the wall.
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Hot stuff today! Here's mine, from "Dream Student"
ReplyDeleteI don’t dream, as far as I can remember, and I don’t see anyone else’s dreams. I wake up well-rested and ready to face the day. I’m especially glad about that, since this is the day my boyfriend will be back. His flight is supposed to arrive at one-thirty in the afternoon, and I call the airline at noon to confirm it’s on schedule, which it is. I go back to the card I’ve been trying to finish writing all morning. I have to get it exactly right. I pick up where I left off.
“Your Christmas gift is the best and the most special one I’ve ever received. I’ve thought and thought about what I can give you in return, and I know now what it will be. I want to be your best, most special Christmas present. This year, and every year…”
I read it back over, several times. I underline the “I want.” I think that says it perfectly. When I’m finished, I put the card in the envelope and seal it. I get everything else I need and head down to the lobby...
...I take off my coat and all the rest of my winter gear, and I don’t even realize I’m folding everything and hanging it up neatly until I’ve done it. Some habits run really deep, I guess. When that’s finished, I take off everything else I’m wearing - of course I fold all that up, too - and I get properly dressed for the surprise. I lie down on his bed to wait.
It’s almost three o’clock when I hear footsteps right outside the door. I hear Brian’s voice muttering “what the heck?” I hear the card being taken off the door and opened. There’s nothing for probably a minute, which feels to me like an hour, then there’s the key in the lock, the doorknob turning, and there he is. There’s my boyfriend, who I love, looking at me with a mix of confusion, amazement and desire on his face.
What he sees is me in nothing but the black lacy underwear from the Victoria’s Secret “naughty nighttime” collection I bought yesterday, and a Christmas bow tied around my neck. I’m lying in what I hope is a very seductive pose. The sight has him speechless, which is exactly how this was supposed to go.
“Did you read the card?” All he’s capable of is a barely perceptible nod of the head. “Good,” I tell him. “I meant every word.” The confusion slowly disappears from his face, and I repeat, just to make sure he’s got the point: “Every single word.”
He belatedly realizes that he’s still standing in the doorway; without taking his eyes off me, he reaches back, pulls the door closed and locks it. And then I show him just how much I meant everything I wrote.
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Whew - D'Ann. Sounds like another winner.
ReplyDeleteThanks, all! Thanks, Sheri, for having me on today!
ReplyDeleteCongrats D'Ann! Now I want to know more about that Cowboy! <3
ReplyDeleteWow, is that how undressing to make is supposed to go? I've been doing it all wrong. (I inevitably smack the guy in the had as I try to wrestle out of my clothes. For safety sake, we normally split and shed out own clothes. Really takes the heat down. I'll make the next guy act out this scene with me. Seems much more romantic.
ReplyDeleteLove the cover too. Great start to to your blog tour.
Talk about hot! All the excerpts are wonderful. D'Ann loved yours and the cover. Sorry I'm late, we had a power outage yesterday. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteGreat writing, D'Ann--wishing you much (continued!) success!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Liza, you are so silly! LOL
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