A Sexy Morning...

 #MySexySaturday Week 72

What's the best feeling when waking up in the morning? The heat of your lover snuggled against your back, rubbing your cheek on their chest and feeling the hairs tickle your nose, the gentle prodding of aroused flesh between your legs, scraping fingers over your sleepy nipples?

Those are all very good ways to wake up don't you think? Well in this week's #MySexySaturday #MSS72, the #MSSAuthors are going to be sharing their favorite Sexy Morning moments shared between their characters. So don't forget to click on the Linky List Link at the end of Declan and Lizbeth's first morning shared in each others arms.

But first, here's a little peek at the burgeoning relationship between Declan and Lizbeth in my debut novel, #DeclanTheRyans. And see below for links to follow me on Twitter, Facebook and to purchase this amazingly steamy book at your favorite retailer.

Opening my eyes the next morning to the sun shining brightly across my face, I looked straight out and through the floor to ceiling, stained glass windows that took up the entire eastern facing wall. It was a breathtaking ménage of deep red, purple and black swirls that created the most intricate Celtic design I’d ever seen.

I vaguely remembered spying it last night when Declan had led me into his room, but seeing it in the full glory of the rising sun, the sparkling vision before me absolutely took my breath away.

Realizing that the heat surrounding me wasn’t just from the beauty laid out in front of me, calmed me even more.

I felt the tickle of chest hair on my back. The warmth of Declan’s arm wrapping around my waist and up, palm engulfing my breast. Puffs of warm air fanned across my forehead with each slow and deep breath he took in sleep. The steely hardness of his thigh pressed up and between my spread and cocked thighs. The coarse feel of the hair on his leg chafing the sensitive bare skin of my pussy.

Either feeling me shudder while trying to draw in a breath, or hearing my choking sob, Declan woke. I could instantly tell that he’d awakened as his arm curled tighter around and me pulled me even closer, if that was possible. His other arm that was up and around the top of my head, the hand resting just above my line of sight, twitched.

Sliding that arm down and under my head he turned my face toward him, while his hand gripping my breast slid down to my hip and completed my turn so I was pressed chest to chest with Decadent Declan.

Oh, holy crap!

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Our Sexy Little Words...

 #MySexySaturday Week 71

As we continue rolling through the Holiday Season, some of us are blessed with family, friends, a seriously HOT lover.....or none of the above. Whatever your situation may be, welcome to our amazing #MySexySaturday where #MSSAuthors come to share every week a little snippet from the minds and lives of our characters.

This week's theme is Our Sexy Little Words #MSS71. And that means exactly what you think it means. So grab a glass of wine, dim the lights and shut the door while we take you on a little journey, through our characters' sexy little words.......

My addition to this week's blog hop is a seriously steamy encounter between Declan and Lizbeth. Without giving anything away, just know that Lizbeth is struggling to give in to the potent sexiness that is Declan. But sometimes a girl just has to give in a little....

"Let me go, Declan." I surprised myself with the conviction present in my voice. But I felt the twitching of his goatee as he chuckled. Then he took control of my lips again with just the touch of his tongue and his arms drawing me closer. He tasted of dark beer and marinara sauce and all Declan. Decadent. What seemed like hours later, he lifted his lips from mine, leaned his head next to my ear and sighed deeply.

"Like I said, love. We're going to explore this." His arms pulled me closer, and I shivered to feel his desire pressed so blatantly against me. "But first, you need to know that I'm not going anywhere."

His hands slid down to cup my ass and fit me tight against him. His right hand curved around and under my ass, fingers pushing against me. His left slid down my right leg, pulling up, past my knee, caressing my calf before hooking my ankle over his hip. The hand cupping my pussy from behind rubbed two fingers along the crease of my tightly stretched jeans, while rocking his dick against my clit from the front. Feeling the heat and dampness of my arousal on his fingers and crotch, Declan groaned, pressed in and lifted me higher. His tongue flicked out and wet my neck before his lips closed and he bit down. Hard. Thank you, God, yes! His fingers continued to rub, insistently, demanding a response. He licked and bit his way up my neck.

"Let go, love," he growled against my ear. "I'll always be here to catch you." His fingers continued to rub my clit from behind, and using the tightly drawn fabric of my jeans, he pinched my outer lips together in a punishing grip for what seemed like hours before releasing them and slowly rubbing over my clit again. Up and down. Up and down. Pinching. Again. And again. My arms tightened around him as his tongue licked at the skin behind my ear, breathing "Come, love. Let go."

At his pleading whisper, accompanied by the grinding of his hips into mine, which pushed his fingers harder onto my clit, yes, I shattered. Literally shattered. My whole body froze, my pussy spasmed. Clenched. Tightened. Declan's lips closed over mine before the scream he'd wrung from me could echo up the stairway. Trembling, my right leg still wrapped around Declan's hip, his cock pulsing against my still quivering clit even through my jeans, I clung to his shoulders and tried to bring my breathing under control.

Minutes later, I realized I still had my leg around his very sexy hip and he was cradling me tenderly in his arms.Whoa. I pulled back, realizing what exactly had just happened. His lips nipped slowly down my jaw line. His arms squeezed me in an unmistakable hug, then released me and stepped back, hands at my waist supporting me.

"Tomorrow," he rumbled, and tightened his grip on my hips. Dropping me without warning he turned and strode forward, closing the front door behind him. I stood there trembling, staring after him in a daze. Did that seriously just happen?

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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Our Sexy Thanksgiving...

 #MySexySaturday Week 69

 

It's the Holiday Season, and emotions are running rampant. You're trolling the blogs and internet for that amazing piece of love and family. The one little snippet that could mean so many things to so many different people. Whether it's the familiar warmth of a loving family gathering for the holidays, a birthday, anniversary, or the miraculous addition of a precious little one.

There are so many ways that we, as readers and authors, find to express our emotions, heart and soul. And right now in the US, at Thanksgiving, is when this amazing nation of people has the opportunity to unite in the one thing that spans all of humanity. The ability to reflect, remember, and grasp with both hands and a willing heart, the opportunity to make the most of those we love.

So take a few moments with the #MSSAuthors of the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop, to read and share in the wonderful, sweet, sexy, loving and beautiful moments that our characters have had. Because no matter where our lives may have led us, the most important thing is giving thanks for every blessing we have....or have the opportunity to have.

Please join me and enjoy a little peak into Declan's thankful and hopeful heart.....

"Eat up. We're headin' out in 15 minutes. You two got your books ready to go?" Taking in both kids, heads bowed, shoulders slumped while shoveling oatmeal into their mouths, I realized me standing in their kitchen not only freaked them out on an emotional level, but more importantly on a physical level. Fuck, the last time a man was in their kitchen at breakfast was probably the day of that asswipe's attack on Lizbeth.

Stepping back and leaning against the counter behind me, I let my eyes drift to Lizbeth as I lifted my cup and took a sip of the strong brew. Knowing the only way they would ever feel safe with me in the house was if their mom did, I waited.

"Keke, Trev. Mr. Ryan asked you a question." Lizbeth's firm voice expressed her disappointment in their not answering his question. An immediate indication that she deemed me worthy of their respect. Excellent.

"Good to go, Mr. Ryan." Trevor replied quietly.

"No need to be formal with me, son." His eyes shot instantly to his mom in uncertainty. At her slight nod, Trevor returned his eyes to me, a shadow of hopefulness lurking there. He nodded, a small grin on his lips, and looked down to continue shoveling his oatmeal into his mouth.

"My bag's waiting by the door, mom." Directing her answer to Lizbeth, Kayla did her best to ignore me while focusing on the oatmeal in front of her. "Amber texted this morning and said Jeff talked to Blake last night. They're gonna sit with us at lunch," she took a bite, chewed, swallowed and continued. "That was a great idea, thanks mom."

Focusing her full attention on the bowl in front of her, Kayla devoured the remainder of her oatmeal like she was on Death Row and it was her last meal. It seemed Lizbeth's daughter was gonna prove harder to win over than her brother.

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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A Sexy First

 #MySexySaturday Week 67 #MSS67

Welcome to this weeks edition of #MySexySaturday!! Our sexy moment this week is that Sexy First, no matter what that may be for you. Is it that first kiss (too easy!), a first date (already did it!), or your favorite H and h's first intimate encounter (I'm waiting for that right moment to share....patience, lovlies!), or maybe something a little more, hmm, unexpected?

I spent a couple of days deciding whether or not there would be anything in my cache of stories so far that would fit this great subject, while at the same time definitely do it justice! What I realized through my musings was that I'd shared some pretty intense and emotional scenes for my characters so far and maybe, just maybe, lightening things up a bit would be a good change of pace!

So this week, Lizbeth from Declan, The Ryan's Book 1, wanted to share her first official, unbeknownst to her, meet with a member of Declan's family. Now, this might not necessarily strike you as sexy, necessarily, but what could be better than a deliciously yummy alpha male introducing you to his albeit older, but still all male relative.....

He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and started leading me through the parking lot and around the corner of the building. I looked up and saw a charcoal grey sign with black outlined gold letters that read Fiona's Grill & Pub above black double doors with ornate brass handles. Grabbing one, Declan propelled me through the door into the interior of Fiona's. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I continued forward as Declan left me no choice but to do so. We approached the shining brown bar with matching leather padding edging it from one side to the other. Declan pulled out a tall barstool and waited for me to sit before doing the same in the stool next to me. He looked down the bar and whistled, catching the attention of a huge bear of a man talking to three attractive middle aged men with pints of dark beer in various states of consumption gripped in their beefy hands on the bar top.

"Dec! My boy, what brings you here this early?" Big Bear's deep voice hit me with the force of a freight truck as he lumbered his huge frame towards us. I looked at Declan with my eyes bugging out, and obviously he found this funny, for I heard his chuckle before he responded.

"Hey, Pop. Just here to get some of Mom's cookin' for Lizbeth before she's gotta pick her kids up from school." Looking straight at me, Declan reached over and draped his left arm over my shoulders, drawing me close to his side, and nuzzling my hair. Clearly marking a territory that I wasn't prepared to give up to anyone. Declan took a deep breath in through his nose, saying softly enough that only I heard, "Gotta make sure you keep that ass, love."

After recovering from the shiver his tone and words caused, I turned my attention to the Bear that Declan had referred to as "Pop". I looked from one to the other and realized for the second time in as many hours that there was a family resemblance going on here.

"What is it with every attractive male I meet today looking like you?" I asked, focusing on Declan. Watching his eyes heat and feeling his arm tighten around my shoulders, I realized what I'd said. Groaning, my eyes slipped away from the intensity in Declan's gaze and looked guiltily towards ‘Bear’ as I'd dubbed him. "Sorry, sometimes the filter God gifted me with decides it's time for a vacation," I mumbled. Transferring my attention to my purse clutched in my lap, I breathed under my breath "Always at the wrong freakin' time." I felt under the bar top for the little hooks that all girls knew were installed every few feet. Locating the one closest to my left knee, I hung my purse, put both elbows on the leather padding and peered into Bear's assessing grey eyes. His black hair, so like Declan’s, had a slight wave to it, was just this side of being too long, and had an extremely attractive amount of grey around the temples.

"Do you have a menu that I could look at, as I'm obviously here to eat?" Smirking, I rested my chin in my palms, fingers curling under and around both ears.

"O' course, darlin'," extending his beefy hand he continued, "Name's Darrin. Darrin Ryan, but you can call me Pop. Sweet little gal like you, I won't stand for anything but." Keeping a death grip on my hand, Darrin ‘Pop’ lifted it to his lips, grazed the back of my knuckles with his lips, squeezed and released it before turning his attention back to Declan.

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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First "Writing" Experience

 

I remember it was tenth grade, and my AP English teacher Mr. Weidman had challenged me to write a novella before the end of the year. If I did, he said, no matter if it sucked or was the next Pulitzer Prize Winner, I would receive extra credit worth half of my overall grade. 

Presented with such a challenge, what did I do? 

Well, I sat my happy ass down and started to write, of course. 

After four separate starts, I realized I knew who my characters were, but not where in the hell the story was going to take place. At this time, I was obsessed with Johanna Lindsay and Harlequin Historical Romances, so you can imagine that I wanted it to be set in either Victorian England, or the Wild West, or maybe some crazy far off world where men were massively huge alpha male warriors that expected total and complete sensual submission from their women. 

Fuckin' yummy, right?

But I was writing this for my totally asexual, short, fat, middle aged, curly haired stuffy English teacher. 

And I was stymied on when and where the hell this amazing first short story of mine would take place. So, being the history buff I was and loving the personal history of my family, I decided to base it in late 1800's New York. 

And as I was seriously not about to write the full on nasty, suck her nipples, stroke his cock, pull her hair and roughly pound her from behind kind of novella for Mr. Weidman (because who the hell knew if he would show that shit to my mom and dad), I decided to start it at the end of my H and h's story. In essence, the last chapter and the Epilogue of my would-be novel. 

I thought it was actually pretty good, but of course, my opinion was slightly biased considering I wrote the crappy thing, and I was also only 14 freaking years old. 

The end of the year finally, or unfortunately, arrived as I chose to view it. I turned my "Novella" in to Mr. Weidman. And I awaited his response. He was the first person ever to read one of my written works. So to say that I was out of my mind with worry and angst would be like saying the wind was slightly gusty during Hurricane Katrina. Seriously.

Of course, I didn't find out till a week after I turned it in that I wasn't the only one in the class he'd "recruited" into this little assignment. There were four others out of our class of twenty something, that had been invited to participate. And I also didn't know that Mr. Weidman had decided to BRAG to the whole freaking class what the five of us had done. 

So there I was, about two weeks out from the end of my sophomore year, total teachers pet, and a complete ugly duckling, the most assured defacto recipient of pranks pulled by the "in crowd", basically a girl with no self confidence whatsoever. Believe me when I tell you that the absolute last thing I needed to be shared with my high school alumni was an ugly girls romantic fantasies of being swept off her feet by a sexy, dreamy, handsome alpha male.

In spite of my sweaty palms and thumping-straight-out-of-my-chest heart, I managed to keep my seat, not visibly squirm or appear to the rest of my third period class like I was coming out of my damn skin. Which I was. Absolutely. Especially since my current crush, who was a quarterback on the Varsity Football team of course, was only one row over.

But to my total amazement, and utter relief, Mr. Weidman didn't share our stories, only the individuals names who had achieved his particular expectations.

To say I was relieved would be a serious understatement. Feeling the mostly respectful, and very few envious, eyes of my classmates on me was one of the most gratifying moments of my young life.

So, in conclusion, my first writing experience showed me many things. The satisfaction of completing a project, definitely. Receiving public acknowledgement and approval for my accomplishment, absolutely. A fear that the general public would always look askance at "Romance", you bet your silky thongs!

But the pride I felt in myself for accomplishing something so freakin' huge, for someone so young, was indescribable. 

Even for me, an author.

A Sexy Date Night

 #MySexySaturday Week 66 #MSS66

This weeks #MySexySaturday, #MSS66 edition, is all about a Sexy Date Night! What's your idea of a Sexy Date Night? Time at home alone, with your lover? A night out at a favorite restaurant with wine and candlelight? Or an opportunity to really get to know that one person you feel could be everything for you?

This week I decided to give you all a sneak peek into the minds and hearts of Jonathan and Sophie, the H and h of book two in my series, #TheRyan's by #TiffanyLeeAuth. This is a WIP, so remember, everybody's a little bit raw....

"Dance with me, Phee.” Jonathan rounded my chair, grabbed both my hands and lifted me up, just as the strains to "How 'Bout Us" by Champaign started softly playing over the gym’s sound system.

“I thought you were getting us drinks, Jonathan.” I smiled up at him as he took me in his arms and started swaying with me to the song. He was so handsome in his black suit and charcoal gray tie; his green eyes so incredibly intense.

“We’ll get something to drink after this song,” he responded. His eyes fairly smoldered as he continued to stare at me, but when he spoke again it was like he was talking to himself. “Like I just woke up.”

“Just woke up? What in the heck are you talking about, Jonathan?” He was really starting to freak me out. “Did you and Declan spike your punch or something?”

He just looked at me, drawing me slightly closer and lifting up one hand to cup my cheek. We ended up staying that way for most of the song, slowly turning together, swaying to the sweet strains drifting over the sound system and staring into each others’ eyes; completely ignorant of the other dancers around us. Really listening to the words of the song had me almost tripping in my heels.

Made for each other?  Love one another for life? Through all kinds of weather? How 'bout us? How 'bout us, baby....Can we?

“I watched you three weeks ago at the Rally, and I didn’t like that there were other guys doin’ the same.” I started to give him some caveman comment in response, but he stopped me. “No, Soph. Listen. Yeah baby?”

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to this weeks #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and remember to click the link below or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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Another Sexy Moment....

 #MySexySaturday Week 63

This weeks #MySexySaturday, #MSS63 edition is all about Another Sexy Moment! After reading the topic for this week's blog hop, I instantly knew which scene to share. Well actually, Declan freaking insisted that this particular sexy moment was for Lizbeth to recall, and she told me....this one was a great one.

And make sure to see below if you enjoyed this week and last weeks snippet of Declan, to find a great coupon!

"Adorable," he growled. Bending, he once again lightly touched his lips to mine and stepped back. A few more taps on the screen of my phone, he waited a few seconds for the corresponding ring from his jeans pocket, more taps on the screen, he locked it and handed it back to me.

"You have any issues with you, the kids, the car, you call me. Anything at all, yeah?" His grey eyes held mine captive, and all I could do was nod.

Once again, Declan leaned into me and I felt the cold metal of the Escalade at my back. "I'll call you tomorrow morning and let you know about your POS. Be at the garage by lunch tomorrow, we'll head over to the dealership and get you set up." His right hand slipped around my neck, gripping my hair and pulling me flush against him. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Declan's eyes heated more and his entire body tensed.

"Fuck you smell good." I felt that growled on my lips, since they crushed down on mine the second he muttered them. It wasn't a gentle touch like before. It was rough, bruising and beautiful. His scent, woodsy and all man assailed me, his taste when my lips parted on a gasp, addictive. His tongue swept in and his left arm snaked around my waist to lift me tighter to him, his other hand slowly slid down my neck, collarbone, over the crest of my cleavage, to the side and cupped the under swell of my breast and squeezed. I groaned into his mouth, moved both arms around his neck and slid my fingers into his silky black hair, gripping tight. His tongue and mouth continued to lay claim to mine, and I was breathless by the time he lifted his head.

"Like I said, love. We're definitely exploring this." He punctuated his statement by rubbing his thumb across my nipple through my sweater. I shivered and his hand tightened.

"Call, no matter what, yeah?"

Letting me go and stepping back, Declan reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out the key ring Dade had given him earlier and turned, walking towards an all chrome and leather Harley at the sidewalk. Swinging his leg over the seat, he started it and grabbed the helmet. Pulling it over his head and strapping it into place, I watched as he grabbed the handles, turned the front wheel and rumbled down the street.

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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