The Ryan's Sneak Peak Part 4

  Survival, The Ryan's #3

Jason and Lucy's Story

Welcome back to my Sunday Sneak Peak's into The Ryan's!!  For this week's final installment, it's time to finally introduce you to Jason Briggs. And as promised, he is lush and broody and has totally one hundred percent focused his predatory gaze on the wounded bird that is Lucy.

As you saw in the very first installment with Lucy's introduction, she's had an extremely difficult time in her life recently. There are many more issues that are revealed as their story progresses that lead Lucy to believe she isn't worthy of a good man. And that they can never be trusted anyway. But Jason refuses to believe in anything other than complete success.

Now, I have to warn you, first and foremost, this preview is definitely for adults only. My books are Erotic Romance, and normally I only give a hint of the sexiness that burns between my characters in my blogposts. But this little snippet of goodness is seriously the only thing that Jason would let me share with you. He's such a fucking tease. And a little bit of a control freak, which means that this week's sneak peak is from Lucy's POV instead of his. He insisted on you knowing exactly how Lucy felt when in his arms.

So join me in this, the last little snippet of goodness that is the Ryan Clan and Friends. Until the next amazing tale in the lives of this incredible family.

Remembering the utter dominance in Jason’s expression as he pulled me into the dimly lit room, slamming the door behind us, I felt my clit swelling in response to the mental stimulus and a trickle of fluid eased the rubbing of my finger.

Adding a sharp pinch to my nipple as the hot water continued to slide over my already heated body, my thoughts drifted back to that night. Jason had released my hand the minute he had me inside the study, closing the door behind him and locking it with a distinct clicking sound. His dark brown eyes held a gold glow from the soft light emanating out of the little desk lamp, and tension lined his gorgeous face. His black as night hair held a slight curl that seemed to irritate him more often than not, which made me wonder why he didn’t just cut it. But I knew I’d be broken hearted if he did. ‘Cause I wanted just one opportunity to run my hands through the silky mass. Knowing it would be thick, lush, and oh so velvety. 

Kind of like another part of Jason’s anatomy I’d like to have intimate knowledge of. And it wasn’t like I wasn’t old enough to have some fun. I’d turned eighteen a month before the party, was graduating in three weeks, and he was only two years older than me. So when he started towards me with an extremely determined look on his face, I’d almost fainted. This was my fantasy. Come to real fucking life! 

Before I knew what was happening, Jason’s hands were gripping my hips, he was lifting me, and my legs were swinging around his and gripping for dear life, while my arms wrapped around his neck, and Yes! My fingers took the opportunity to slide into the silky coolness of Jason’s thick black locks, gripping tight and pulling slightly. The groan that rumbled from his chest echoed up and down my torso since he held us so closely, and I held on even tighter as I felt almost weightless for a few seconds. 

When my ass hit a hard surface and the light dimly accenting the way of our elicit tryst wobbled slightly, I realized Jason had decided on the desk for our chosen playground. Oh, hell. When his hands slid down my tight jean skirt and along my outer thighs, I whimpered just before his mouth took mine in a searing kiss. One that burned me all the way to my soul. His tongue invaded my mouth like a starved man for food. The hands holding my ass spasmed and his hips thrust forward, shoving the proof of his desire against my panty covered clit, hot and hard.

I groaned, my fingers slipping easily and quickly through the wetness caused by my remembering of that night, my muscles twitching in impending release as the hot water from the shower continued to run over my body. 

Leaning back from me, Jason’s eyes had burned brighter than before, the lines of tension in his face sexier than hell. His lips, that had been so soft yet so demanding just seconds before, were tensed in a harsh line, his jaw clenched in response.

“I shouldn’t be doin’ this, Lulu,” he said roughly. Jason paused to take a tortured breath. “We shouldn’t be doin’ this.” The harshness of his voice, the tension in his muscles as he held me against him, made a lie of his words.

Absolutely.

Using my new found knowledge of the power I held over this sensual, amazing, hot man, I tightened my arms around his shoulders, and slid my lips along his jaw to his ear.

“Don’t think. Please, Jason. For once, don’t think.” I bit the lobe of his ear softly, then licked it in a sensually blatant apology.

His arms tightened around me before letting go. My heart broke into a thousand pieces before I realized he’d only released me so his hands could glide down to push my skirt the rest of the way up my hips. Feeling my panties being slipped down my legs, I let my death grip on Jason’s hair go and leaned back slowly, using all the athletic ability afforded me my youth, till my arms hung over the opposite side of the desk. Clasping my hands together and letting them fall down, my back naturally arched, causing my small breasts to thrust up. Straight towards Jason’s hot mouth. And he definitely didn’t waste the opportunity, leaning down and biting my straining nipple through the layers of bra and shirt standing in his way.

Before I knew what was happening, Jason had lifted my shirt over my head, twisting it over and around my wrists, looking deep into my eyes and somehow conveying his desire for me to not move. Nodding in silent acknowledgement, I watched as his eyes turned a velvety brown, the gold flecks in the middle sparking like they were lit from within.

“My sweet Lulu. I always imagined you like this. Helpless to the pleasure I could give you.” His deep voice grated over my body like thousands of tantalizing fingers, causing shivers to course along my arms and legs. Sensing it, Jason’s eyes glowed even brighter, and his gorgeous lips twisted in a dark grin. 

“The thought of being tied for my pleasure, and yours, turns you on, doesn’t it, a chroí?” Hearing Jason call me his heart in the midst of our passionate encounter definitely had me pausing in my heated revelry.

Before I could assimilate the feelings of a caramel skinned Irishman, and Spanish looking man speaking dark sexy Gaelic to me, Jason’s talented fingers found their way between my thighs. Manipulating me with ease, I instantly tensed when he slowly circled a finger at my entrance.

“Relax, Lulu. Look at me.” The command in his voice had my legs twitching around his hips, causing his lips to spread in a wicked grin. Leaning down, Jason licked my nipple through the lace of my bra. 

“Have you had anything to drink tonight?”

“No, Jason.” I paused, looking deeply into his chocolate brown eyes. “I was waiting for you.”

 
Understanding instantly exactly what I was saying to him, the hand gripping my hair pulled tighter, and the finger circling me below jerked enough to penetrate about an inch. Enough to prove my claim true to Jason. His eyes darkened even further, the amber flecks surrounding his pupils sparking with possession.

I really hope that you've enjoyed these Sneak Peak's into the next two books in the Ryan Family Series, this one my WIP, Survival.

Although I was hoping for an early summer release for Sophie, unfortunately the reality of having the worst luck of any Irishwoman ever, that particular desire has been pushed back a bit. But don't despair, my beautiful readers! There is an end in sight, and it's coming quicker than you'd think.......

So don't forget to grab your copy of Declan at your favorite retailer to make sure you know what's going on before you read Sophie and shortly after that Survival! 

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The Ryan's Sneak Peak Part 3

  Sophie, The Ryan's Book #2

Jonathan and Sophie's Story

Welcome back to my Sunday Sneak Peak's into The Ryan's!! This week is another excerpt from Sophie, The Ryan's Book #2. It's been so much fun writing up these little posts for you all, because I feel like I've been selfishly hoarding every awesome character from you all for months now. That's awful of me, and as a writer, I want you all to love them as much as I do. To drool over them like I do. And to love every second you're immersed in their lives.

So far, Sophie herself has been the hardest character for me to write, since she had to become so distant and unemotional. But at the same time, I felt the deepest affinity with her for the pain of her loss. Seeing, hearing and watching Sophie as a young woman falling in love, and witnessing the trauma she suffered losing Jonathan, being lost for so many years emotionally after that, has been a definite roller coaster for me. But I have loved every minute of the ride her and Jonathan have taken me on so far.

So join me as a young Sophie's thoughts drift to the man of her dreams....

 

Chapter 3

Christmas Eve

Fiona’s Pub

“Chin up, Soph. He said he’d be here, he’ll be here.” I looked over at Conor, who was watching me intently as he and Brandon stood by the pool table. “And aren’t Mr. and Mrs. O’Shea comin’ with him?” Conor asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” Brandon interjected.

Thinking back over the last month and a half, it was still hard to believe that Jonathan finally noticed me. Or woke up, as he said. Everything was the same, only better. I never thought to believe in the possibility of there ever being a Jonathan and me, let alone that both our families would support it.

But support it they did.

Even Jonathan’s dad seemed to like the idea of his son together and I together, and actually appeared to be looking at him with something akin to wonder and pride. Emotions that I’d never seen reflected in his eyes or on his face regarding Jonathan before.

It seemed that overnight we became the talk of the entire school; right along side the whispers about Declan and Lilly. It was a little weird, no doubt about it, hanging out with my best friend and her boyfriend, that boyfriend being my older brother. But it also seemed totally natural. Sitting together at lunch, waiting for them after practice, doing our homework together, it was all the same, but different. Better.

Perfect, actually.

And now the whole family was at the Pub, our annual tradition of Christmas Eve dinner in full swing. My parents had both come to America with our grandparents when they were teenagers, so they had no family close by when they were first starting out. But they’d both lived the majority of their formidable years in Ireland with extended relatives surrounding them, constantly. So Pop’s parents had decided that they would open their home to anyone that didn’t have family, creating one with others like them. And when Dec, Conor and Brandon and I were little, they started the tradition of Christmas Eve dinner at the Pub, so all the patrons and friends there would feel like a family. A very eclectic family, for sure.

“Paul’s lookin’ a little down, tonight.”

Looking over my shoulder, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Jonathan standing behind me, leaning against the pool table where Conor and Brandon had been just a minute ago, eyes trained to the bar where Paul was sitting. How in the world did I my miss my loud and rowdy brothers leaving, and how the heck did I not feel Jonathan move in so close to me? Trying not to look like I was choking on my own saliva at the physical proof of what he made me feel, I swiveled my head to the right, taking in one of my Pop’s regular customers.

“Yeah. It’s a tough time for him, you know? His brother is back in Ireland and his parents both passed away earlier this year in a car accident. If we didn’t do this every year, he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. And nobody should be alone at the holidays.”

“And that’s it right there, Phee.” Standing up straight, Jonathan reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a long rectangular black velvet box. “One of the million reasons why I never wanna lose you, why I look forward to every day waking up and seeing your breathtaking eyes and beautiful soul.” Looking down at the box he held in his hands, I could see a slight tremble as he opened it and raised it up so I could see better.

“I didn’t wanna say anything till I knew for sure. I talked to my recruiter and for the last week he’s been trying to extend my leave date for boot camp a couple of weeks. You know, so we could have a little time, over the summer, before I leave and you start your senior year.” Jonathan paused, an unknown look crossing his face as he finished talking, and I looked down as he started removing a delicate gold chain with a dainty gold heart locket. “I had your Ma help with the first picture. It’s from Homecoming. Our first date.”

Jonathan undid the clasp and stepped closer to me, a breath away.

“Lift your hair, Phee.” Looking up into his crystalline green eyes I shivered as I lifted my hair off my neck, his fingers brushing my skin lightly before securing the clasp, then slowly the fingers of one hand followed the length of the chain, and reaching the locket from it’s resting place at the top of my cleavage, they closed around it, lifting and opening it. I watched as his hand slowly turned it, showing me the picture of the two us all decked out at Homecoming. “The other side I wanna be for our wedding photo. Or our first kid. Whichever you want, Phee. But I want you to know, and really understand, what this means to me.”

Looking up into Jonathan’s face, seeing the resolute determination, unfaltering dedication and burning desire radiating from his eyes, my breath halted in my throat. Everything that I had felt, everything that I had ever hoped for and dreamed of, spoken to me by Jonathan.

“I wasn’t able to get an extension on my leaving, so I’ll still be heading out with Dec and Rick the week after graduation.” So that was the expression on his face that I couldn’t read earlier. I must have jerked in his arms, because he paused and looked deep in my eyes before continuing. “And I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come home for Christmas next year. So I wanted to make sure you know that you’re mine. And I will be coming home for you, Phee. And when I do-”

I reached my hand up and placed my index finger over his lips.

“I know, Jonathan. And I’ll be here. Waiting for you to come home. Always.”

I really hope you enjoyed the next in line of my Sneak Peak's, this one my WIP, Sophie. It might seem strange, like she's a whole different character from when she was first introduced in Declan, but that's who she evolved into. So stay tuned for a release date, which I'm shooting for Autumn 2015 (maybe September, sort of a Happy Birthday To Me! kinda thing?), where you can see that evolution for yourself.

And for next week, our fourth and final week of Sneak Peaks into The Ryan's, I almost feel like I should ask for a drum roll, please? Absolutely make sure you click back over, or subscribe to my blog so you don't miss the first ever appearance of Jason Briggs, ultra hottie extraordinaire.

And don't forget to grab your copy of Declan at your favorite retailer, and follow me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads and my website so you don't miss the upcoming release dates for Sophie and Survival!!

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The Ryan's Sneak Peak Part 2

Sophie, The Ryan's #2 

Jonathan and Sophie's Story

As promised last Sunday, today's sneak peak is into Jonathan's heart and mind, or should I say crotch, when it comes to Sophie. Having known her since she was six, running after him and her older brother Declan in pigtails no less, it's easy to understand why it took him some time to really see her. But when he does, let me say, he does it with a bang!

So read on for the next morsel from my characters lives and minds, as Jonathan opens his eyes, and his very growly mouth, about Sophie for the first time....

Chapter 1

Fifteen Years Earlier

“Seriously, Dec,” looking between him, Luke and Rick, my other two friends who were all like brothers to me, I did my best to keep the frustration out of my voice. Seeing the smirks on Luke and Rick’s faces irritated the crap outta me. But Declan’s shrewdly intense stare made me stand up straighter and look right in his eyes. “Soph needs to quit it. Like yesterday. Everyone’s fuckin’ starin’, and you know it.”

“It’s a Varsity Football rally, Jon. She’s co-captain of Varsity Cheer, performing with her squad. What’d you expect?” Dec’s calm and rational response pissed me off even fuckin’ more. He was her brother, for God’s sake. Why was I the only one that felt it necessary to point this shit out?

Didn’t she know that no real man wanted any other guy lookin’ at what was his? Wishing, or even thinkin’, they could touch it, possess it, keep it?

Christ, what the hell was I even thinkin’? This was my best friend’s little sister, not some piece o’ tail I was allowed to drool over. Watching her jumping, hopping and twitching her ass with the rest of the cheerleading squad in our high school gym was fuckin’ torture.

And I’d known Sophie Margret Ryan since she was six years old and running around trying to catch frogs with the four of us, or getting frustrated with her mom Fiona when she would try and force her to wear dresses or pigtails. The only time she didn’t bitch, in all the years I’d known her, was when she had to be presentable for singing in the church choir.

The Good Lord had definitely blessed Soph. With her mother’s sweet fae-like features and the beginnings of a seriously buxom figure at barely sixteen, the Ryan family dark hair and gray eyes, He’d gone over the top proving He leaned towards blessing His children so they would continue to shine His light on the earth by giving her the voice of an angel. When she sang, you felt like you were in the presence of the Almighty. No joke.

Which was why the very carnal thoughts I was having about Sophie Ryan were pretty much blasphemous. Not to mention the fact that both Declan and their Pop, Darrin, would kick my ever lovin’ ass for even lookin’ twice at their precious little princess.

“Well, I sure as fuck didn’t expect to see Sophie flashin’ her tits and ass for the whole school to see.”

Jesus, did that seriously just come out of my mouth? I wouldn’t blame Dec, or even Luke or Rick if any of them laid me out flat for that remark.

But the only reaction that really meant shit to me was Declan’s. Looking at Sophie, now, today, for some fuckin’ reason, I knew, just fuckin’ knew, that she was mine. It was like I’d never seen her before, like I was seeing her for the first time. And she was it for me.

Focusing back on Declan, I noticed his reaction was more humor than anger.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to let Ma know she needs to tell Soph to stop jumpin’ and dancin’ when she’s cheerleadin’, for Christ sake.” Declan shook his head and chuckled, looking at me knowingly.

“You do that, Dec,” I grumbled.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read the next in line of my Sneak Peak's, this one my WIP, Sophie. It's so incredibly and droolingly obvious that Jonathan is a young badass alpha in the makin'. And he's finally opened his eyes and drank in the sight of the one woman who will complete him.

And next week, I'll be sharing a little peak into the impenetrable Sophie's thoughts. She's not quite the cold hardass she comes off as in Declan's story. Remember, she lost the love of her life and raised their child, the only thing she had left of him, on her own for twelve years.

So stay tuned as every Sunday over the remaining two weeks, I'll be sharing another snippet from my two upcoming books in The Ryan's Series. You've already seen one from Lucy, now one from Jonathan, so you'll hear from Sophie and the elusive, brooding and sexy Jason!

I know you're all salivating wondering about him. I'll give you two little previews.... He's one of the survivors from Jonathan's Ranger team and he's absolutely lush...

And don't forget to grab your copy of Declan at your favorite retailer, and follow me on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads and my website so you don't miss the upcoming release dates for Sophie and Survival!!

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The Ryan's Sneak Peak Part 1

Survival, The Ryan's Book #3

 Jason and Lucy's Story

As time goes on, I'm sure you're all wondering what the hell is taking me so long in releasing Book 2, Jonathan and Sophie's story. Let alone why I'm offering a snippet from Jason & Lucy's!? 

I know, but unfortunately, that's just the way my totally twisted mind works. As characters are introduced in one story, I'll get what I call a feel for them, and then in one of my signature middle of a shower, or hands covered in soap from washing the dishes, or my favorite, at work and 'legally' unable to type it up in Word, crazy brain storms, I'll see their entire history and maybe the person who will ultimately fulfill them. So I've gotten almost 3/4 of the way through Book 2, and about 1/4 through Book 3.

But in the hope of giving you hope as my reader, know that a lot of the character development and plot line twists will, in little bits, assist the other book. It also means that Survival will be released not too long after Sophie. Which is always awesome for readers!! And never fear, each of the lovers will have their beautiful, sweet and sexy happy endings!!

Which is why I decided to do a four week Sneak Peek into the amazing Ryan's, and their two upcoming books. So to conclude, please grab a tissue, or two, and get ready to be introduced to Lucy. Her story has a heart wrenching beginning, but rest assured, Jason will be coming along to bring her the love, safety and beautiful ending that Lucy and her loved ones deserve.....

Prologue

Time To Go

 

Opening my eyes, I realized it was late. Later than it should have been. Later than I wanted it to be. Later, almost, than I was allowed to stay. According to the courts, I was supposed to leave by midnight.

Tilting my head slightly to the right, and doing my best not to disturb the precious dark haired little bundle tucked deep and snuggled in my arms, my eyes shifted to the nature sounds alarm clock that I purchased for my babies to help them have peaceful dreams as they slept.

The time said three minutes till midnight. Involuntarily, my body jerked as I took a deep breath in, held it, and slowly released it. My throat was tight, nose tingling, and I could feel the pressure building behind my eyes signaling the tears about to let loose.

It was time to go.

Moving my eyes to the tiny white blond head peeking out of the mess of blankets and stuffed animals across the small expanse separating the two twin beds, my vision blurred again, as the tears that had been threatening finally pooled in my eyes, spilling over the bridge of my nose and collecting in the curve of my ear, soaking the dark blue pillow case under my head.

Yeah. Absolutely, definitely, time to go.

Slowly, gently, I inched my arm out from under my youngest sons head, quietly deep breathing to hold back the sobs as I did so. Succeeding in this delicate task, I rolled up and over his still sleeping form and softly put my sock covered feet to the floor. Twisting back around, I adjusted the white downy comforter imprinted in primary colors of red, blue, green and yellow with boats, planes, trains, trucks and cars, tucking it around his shoulders and under his chin. Wishing I could see, just once more, that dimple in his right cheek, the one that melted my heart every time he gifted me with his adorable smile. Leaning down, I placed a gentle, barely there kiss to his downy soft, baby powder smelling, sweet little chubby cheek.

“To the moon and back, and infinity and beyond, my precious snugglebug.” My breath hitched, and I stood up immediately, not wanting to wake him, even though I knew he slept like the dead.

Turning around, I took one step. Two. Then dropped to my knees and my hands flew up and covered my mouth as a sob wrenched up my throat. I closed my eyes tight, took a deep breath through my nose, held it, and released it on a trembling breath from my mouth. It came out like a puffed out shudder.

Every night, we had a routine. Snuggling with one of my babies, first one then the other, letting them pick their favorite, for that day at least, “Baby Story” (even though they were only five and three, still babies in any Mommies eyes), I would animatedly relate it, they would both giggle their way through my story telling, I’d switch places, tell the next “favorite”, then smile for the next ten minutes as my beautiful boys laughed and shared even more stories back and forth with each other. Trying to best the other for the funniest retelling, looking at me to make sure I’d laughed. Each story always including one or the other or both of my babies, and me. Or, sometimes, just about Mommy. ‘Cause I had the worst luck of anyone, ever, and that translated to some seriously hilarious stories.

Forcing the tears back, I dropped my arms, clenching my fists at my sides for a minute, again taking a deep breath. A tool I learned from one of our many marriage counselors. Finally, opening my eyes, spying my oldest sons white blond hair, so similar to mine, those incredibly long lashes sweetly curling on his still chubby cheeks even at five years old, and I was spurred into movement.

Another shuddering breath, and I inched forward on my knees till my hips hit the wooden edge of his twin bed. Reaching up my left hand, I smoothed the silky locks that had fallen over his perfectly arched eyebrows, a reluctant grin forcefully edging one side of my mouth when it flopped right back to its original spot. As my eyes started to blur, I realized that my remaining three minutes had most definitely passed.

He would be at the boys’ bedroom door shortly.

To make sure I left.

So quickly, before I lost my chance for what I believed to be a heartbreaking eternity, I leaned down and brushed my lips against my oldest son’s sweet and perfectly rounded ear.

“To the moon and back, and infinity and beyond. My beautiful boy.” The hitching sob that escaped my throat almost, but not quite, covered the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“Mommy?” My oldest sons sleepy sweet voice drifted up from the bed below me as I whipped my head to the side, slightly blinded by the bright lights of the living room shining behind the dark figure standing tall and forbidding in the doorway.

“Time to go.” Even though his voice was quite, always it was fucking quiet, there was something there, that was always there, a note that resonated in me, deep inside, in a place that was so vulnerable I had no idea how to stop it from ripping apart the very foundation that held me together, every single time I heard it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my WIP, Survival. As you can see, Lucy has experienced some seemingly soul destroying times. But so has Jason. And somehow, they will find a way past their fear and doubt, to passion, love and most importantly, trust.

So stay tuned as every Sunday over the next three weeks, I'll be sharing another snippet from my upcoming books. You'll get one from Sophie, one from Jonathan and one from the elusive, brooding and sexy Jason!

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Sexy Me Up...

#MySexySaturday Week 83

Welcome to the 83rd week of My Sexy Saturday, where an amazing host of erotic and romance authors of all genres come together every Saturday to share some seriously sexy snippets. Here you'll find either 7 words, 7 sentences of 7 paragraphs that will set your computer on fire. And hopefully your imagination, too!

This week, the amazing #MSSAuthors of My Sexy Saturday will be sharing their versions of Sexy Me Up! What does that mean to you? Finally being noticed by the sex god of your hottest fantasies? Being made to feel sexier than you thought possible after a horrible breakup? Knowing that for once you deserve to feel sexy or loved, and going after what you really want? 

There are so many possibilities for this theme, you can be sure to read a little bit of everything. Just make sure to follow the Linky List link below so you can read all the additions from the other great authors participating this week!

So, I read and re-read the theme and it's explanation for this week, over and over and over again. For some reason, I just couldn't think of how any of my characters, scenes or interactions fit in any way. And that really bummed me out. Thinking I wouldn't be sharing with all you amazing readers. But in one of my signature spur of the writing moment, well, moments, I was listening to the radio with my hubby on the way to Sunday breakfast and bloody mary's, when a song came on the radio that inspired the scene you get to read below.

This incredibly sexy snippet is from my WIP, Survival, Book 3 in the Ryan's Series. If you've been keeping up with my blog, then you know that my freaky crazy brain has decided to write two books at the same time. Although it definitely helps that the story lines are somewhat intermingled. So, please, sit back, or lay down. You know, for comforts sake. And enjoy seven steamy paragraphs giving you a teensy glimpse at the hotness that is Jason Briggs.

Leaning back from me, Jason’s eyes had burned brighter than before, the lines of tension in his face sexier than hell. His lips, that had been so soft yet demanding just seconds before, were tensed in a harsh line, his jaw clenched in response.

“I shouldn’t be doin’ this, Lulu,” he said roughly. Jason paused to take a tortured breath. “We shouldn’t be doin’ this.” The harshness of his voice, the tension in his muscles as he held me against him, made a lie of his words. Absolutely.

Using my new found knowledge of the power I held over this sensual, amazing, hot man, I tightened my arms around his shoulders, and slid my lips along his jaw to his ear.

“Don’t think. Please, Jason. For once, don’t think.” I bit the lobe of his ear, softly, then licked it in blatant apology. 

His arms tightened around me before letting go. My heart broke into a thousand pieces before I realized he’d only released me so his hands could glide down to push my skirt the rest of the way up my hips. Feeling my panties being slipped down my legs, I let my death grip on Jason’s hair go and leaned back slowly, using all the athletic ability afforded me my youth, till my arms hung over the opposite side of the desk. Clasping my hands together and letting them fall down, my back naturally arched, causing my small breasts to thrust up. Straight towards Jason’s hot mouth. And he definitely didn’t waste the opportunity, leaning down and biting my straining nipple through the layers of bra and shirt standing in his way.

Before I knew what was happening, Jason had lifted my shirt over my head, twisting it over and around my wrists, looking deep into my eyes and somehow conveying his desire for me to not move. Nodding in silent acknowledgement, I watched as his eyes turned a velvety brown, the gold flecks in the middle sparking like they were lit from within.

“My sweet Lulu. I always imagined you like this. Helpless to the pleasure I could give you.” His deep voice grated over my body like thousands of tantalizing fingers, causing shivers to course along my arms and legs. Sensing it, Jason’s eyes glowed even brighter, and his gorgeous lips twisted in a dark grin. “The thought of being tied for my pleasure, and yours, turns you on, doesn’t it, a chroi?" Hearing Jason call me his heart in the midst of our passionate encounter, definitely had me pausing in my heated revelry. 

 

 

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

And if you missed last week's edition, you might have missed the latest news.... In the coming weeks, I'll be starting a four week series of Sneak Peeks, a little closer, more in depth look at each of the main characters in my two upcoming books in The Ryan's Series. Book 2, Sophie and Book 3, Survival. So keep checking back every week or subscribe so you don't miss anything.

And remember to visit every Saturday, 'cause the same time next week I'll be here for My Sexy Saturday week 84. You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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Our Sexy Kiss....

#MySexySaturday Week 82

Welcome to the 82nd week of My Sexy Saturday, where an amazing host of erotic and romance authors of all genres come together every Saturday to share some seriously sexy snippets. Here you'll find either 7 words, 7 sentences of 7 paragraphs that will set your computer on fire. And hopefully your imagination, too!

Following along the same lines as last week's song style theme, today's sexy snippets will be inspired by all time classic Mr. Louis Armstrong when he sang: 

'Kiss me once...and kiss me twice. Then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time.'

This entire portion of his song struck deep with me. You see, I'm currently writing book 2 in The Ryan's Series, Sophie. But Sophie and her hero Jonathan are introduced very profoundly in book 1, Declan, The Ryan's. They were separated from each other for a long, long time, and most definitely had to have a kiss when they're reunited. But as this is a series about the total awesomeness that is The Ryan Family, with a lot whole lotta hot lovin' thrown in, you'll also get a little glimpse into other characters.

And when you're done oohing and aahing over the sweet hotness that is all Jonathan, make sure to click on the Linky List below to read all the additions from the other great #MSSAuthors participating in #MSS82!

Everyone chuckled at that, even Sophie. Grinning from ear to ear, Jonathan ruffled his son’s hair affectionately, then dropped his hand to cup the side of his neck, leaning in till their foreheads were touching. He softly whispered to Jon, who trembled slightly. More quiet talking and Jon straightened, then he smiled brightly and slightly mischievously at his Dad, who grinned back and squeezed his neck one final time before releasing him to slowly stand. Looking over at Sophie as Jon ran off towards the jukebox next to the pool table, Jonathan slowly walked to within inches of her, stopped and just looked at her. Seconds later, the sweet guitar strains and piano melody of Then by Brad Paisley filtered softly out of the pub’s speaker system.

Holding out his hand to Sophie, Jonathan finally spoke. “Dance with me, Phee.”

Sophie’s eyes filled with tears, and in spite of the hesitancy shadowing her eyes, she stepped forward into Jonathan’s embrace with a blindingly beautiful smile, laughing and crying at the same time. Twirling her around and around the floor, weaving expertly between the few tables arranged around the room, every time they passed our group, I could hear Jonathan’s faint sexy scratchy singing as he stared deep in her eyes. When the song ended, Jonathan held her in the middle of the pub and sang the last line right along with Brad.

And I thought I loved you then. And I thought I loved you then.

Whistling and catcalls filled the pub as Jonathan dipped Sophie back a few inches and kissed her with all the love he had. Tears filled my eyes and I felt Declan’s arms surround me. I gripped his as he leaned down and muttered in my ear.

“That song is pretty much their history wrapped up in a neat little bow. Fuckin’ sap.”

“Declan!” I chastised him, turning my head to see him grinning like a loon. Pop must have heard him, because he started chuckling and clapped Declan on the shoulder, then his booming voice broke up Jonathan and Sophie’s reunion before it got too hot and heavy in the family pub, right in front of their son.

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

And if you missed last week's edition, you might have missed the latest news.... In the coming weeks, I'll be starting a four week series of Sneak Peeks, a little closer, more in depth look at each of the main characters in my two upcoming books in The Ryan's Series. Book 2, Sophie and Book 3, Survival. So keep checking back every week or subscribe so you don't miss anything.

And remember to visit every Saturday, 'cause the same time next week I'll be here for My Sexy Saturday week 83. You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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My Sexy Addiction...

#MySexySaturday Week 81

Welcome to the 81st week of My Sexy Saturday, where an amazing host of erotic and romance authors come together every Saturday to share some seriously sexy snippets. Here you'll find either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs that will set your computer on fire. And hopefully your imagination, too!

This week, we've gone a little off the normal path of sexiness. But never fear, this week's theme is My Sexy Addiction, and love, lust and desire are absolutely addicting. So make sure the next hour or so is yours so you can become addicted like the rest of us!

And when you're done drooling over Jonathan and Sophie from my upcoming Release, Sophie, The Ryan's Book 2, realizing their addiction for each other is soul deep, make sure to click on the Linky List below to read all the additions from the other great #MSSAuthors participating in #MSS81!

I couldn’t believe it was finally over. Back at the house with the entire family, including the O’Shea’s downstairs waiting for me, I was taking a seriously much needed second after removing my graduation gown, refreshing my make up and making sure I didn’t have hat head from wearing that damn cap for so many hours. I’d finished college, earned my degree, and even had three interviews over the last two weeks for internship slots at local Boston therapy offices that went pretty good. And I had two more scheduled for next week down in Fort Benning. If everything went as I hoped, I’d get an offer from the second one here in Boston. I liked that one the best out of all of them because one of the partners reminded me of Mom. Petite, but fierce. She was a definite inspiration, and someone I knew would I could learn so much from.

The only problem was that if I got an offer from them, it would mean I was staying here in Massachusetts. While Jonathan was stationed in Georgia. At the thought of spending at least another year apart from him, not feeling the warmth of his arms surrounding me as I woke in the morning, being the denied the pleasure of seeing him enjoy a home cooked meal, experiencing the bliss of being intimate with my man anytime we wanted, the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that had been there since Jonathan left for Basic Training four years ago, started to ache horribly. Radiating pain out to my chest and arrowing straight to my heart. I didn’t know if I could wait another year to be with him. Oh, God.

“What are you doin’ standing in the middle of your room, Phee?”

I hadn’t even heard the door open, but suddenly he was behind me with his hands on my hips, turning me towards him. I heard his swift intake of breath and then his palms were engulfing my cheeks, his beautiful green eyes burning into mine, his thumbs swiping along my cheeks.

“Why are you crying, a ghrá? How could this possibly be a sad day for you?” He seemed genuinely concerned, but his question came out on a definite growl. I couldn’t help but grin a little.

“Nothing, Jonathan.” I saw his eyes darken at my lie. “I was just thinking about my interviews and what would happen if I got an offer from one here and how we’d be apart for another whole year, and how I really can’t wait to wake up in your arms, cook you dinner at night, get to have sex with you whenever-,” and Jonathan’s lips cut off the rest of my emotional tirade.

God, I loved the way he kissed. And the feel of his lips. And the taste of his mouth. And how his tongue was so silky, and his lips so smooth. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for dear life, rubbing my hardening nipples against his chest. His right hand slid down my neck and around my shoulder to glide down my spine, caressing the indent before my ass and pushing me against him at the same time. I felt his massive erection and whimpered in his mouth.

This snippet was from my work in progress Sophie, the second book in my series, The Ryan's about an amazing Irish family in Boston and the men and women who love them. 

Please visit back often, as soon I'll be posting four sneak peeks into both book two and book three, Survival.

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #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!

And don't forget to visit my blog, every Saturday, or subscribe to it so you don't miss it, 'cause the same time next week I'll be here for #MySexySaturday week 82! You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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