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!

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One Sexy Night...

 #MySexySaturday Week 80

This week's My Sexy Saturday is all about that One Sexy Night, where our characters realize what they have is forever. When everything becomes clear, all the flimsy excuses or real life crap they'd used to hold each other at arms length, dissolves.

This week, I really wanted to share a snippet from Sophie, The Ryan's Book 2, my current WIP that's tentatively set for an Early Summer 2015 Release. Although the premise of their story has them falling in love young, that's a pretty big deterrent to a man and woman coming together for the first time. So after many years of waiting not very patiently, Sophie decides to take things into her own hands.

Although my snippet this week isn't as steamy as usual, the sexy factor of Jonathan makes every scene he's in a panty dripping read. So feel free to clench your legs in anticipation of wishing it was you Jonathan's green eyes were trained on.....

And when you've caught your breath, head back over to MySexySaturday and click on all the other amazing #MSSAuthors of #MSS80 to read their edition to One Sexy Night.....

The entire half hour drive back to the hotel was absolute torture. The whole freakin’ time I sat in the passenger seat of Lilly’s borrowed Jeep, trying my hardest to not clutch my hands in my lap and give away my nervousness to Jonathan. The last thing I wanted or needed was him thinking was that I was having second thoughts. Maybe taking me up to the gorgeous, quaint little suite I’d reserved for us for the next two nights, only to cuddle with me.

So not freakin’ happening.

When he pulled up the U-shaped drive, I took a deep breath and relaxed. This was it. The moment when I would truly become Jonathan’s. And I couldn’t fucking wait. Looking at him out of the corner of my eye as we pulled up to the romantically lit front porch, I saw the lines of tension radiating out from his mouth and eyes. Reaching over, I lightly gripped his thigh, hoping he wasn’t the one having second thoughts. Could he be thinking that this was a mistake? That I was more responsibility than he was wanting or willing to take on?

Putting the Jeep in park and setting the brake, Jonathan turned his turbulent green eyes to me, and my heart stuttered, breath catching in my throat. That definitely wasn’t doubt burning like fire in his eyes. That was passion, pure and simple, making my skin heat even further.

Before I could push any words out of my mouth, the passenger door was opened, the chill Georgia night air rushing in and causing my nipples to harden, the silk of my bra scraping against the sensitive tips with each breath I took. Looking over I saw the valet standing next to my open door, one hand extended to help me out.

Looking back at Jonathan, I saw his beautiful green eyes were still watching me intently. The thoughts running through my head earlier must have showed on my face, because before I had a chance to exit the Jeep, Jonathan’s hand wrapped around my neck bringing his face so close his lips brushed mine.

“My sexy Sophie, you’ve always taken my breath away. But tonight, a ghrá, I’ll make sure you’re the breathless one.” Then he proceeded to make good on that promise, as his firm lips moved softly over mine in one of the gentlest kisses he’d ever given me. When he pulled back slightly, the green of eyes was almost completely obliterated by the black of his dilated pupils. “Time to make you mine, Phee,” he growled.

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!

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Their Sexy Thoughts...

 #MySexySaturday Week 77

You're at that part in the book where either the Hero or Heroine are looking at, thinking or dreaming about the other. Their thoughts have drifted to a sweet, sexy or steamy moment already shared, or a fantasy they've had and desperately want to live out.

This week's #MySexySaturday is all about those sexy, steamy, hot, rub your legs together  kind of scenes. So get ready to read 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs of seriously steamy Sexy Thoughts.......

After some serious internal debate (or really arguments) with quite a few of my characters, it was decided that Declan would get his say this week. 'Cause he had some seriously sexy thoughts about Lizbeth the first time he saw her...

And when you're done drooling over Declan's thoughts, and wishing they were of you...... head back over to MySexySaturday and click on all the other amazing #MSSAuthors of #MSS77 to read Their Sexy Thoughts.....

Standing over the stove, scooping out the creamiest fucking oatmeal I'd ever seen in my life into the bowls on the counter, I thought back to Lizbeth's eyes as I'd held her last night and she'd come against my fingers. As I'd held her tight to me just minutes ago and felt her heart thudding against my chest, saw her nipples beading under her paper thin t-shirt, saw her pulse racing at her throat.

And her fuckin' eyes. Christ, her eyes. Glowing like the most precious amber stones.

As the bowl clutched in my hand clattered to the counter I groaned and placed my hands on either side of the stove, dropped my head and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I realized jackin' off twice last night when I got home, and again this morning in the shower wasn't gonna cut it. 

Her fuckable ass, generous tits, and gorgeous hair had me acting like I was fuckin' seventeen again. And her eyes had me almost losing it in my jeans in her fucking foyer. Jesus, what the hell?

"Mr Ryan? Are you ok?" I looked up to see Lizbeth's seriously breathtaking daughter looking at me from the other side of the kitchen. 

Her question spoke of concern, bur her eyes said 'What the hell are you doing in my mom's kitchen at seven o'clock in the morning serving up my breakfast?'

This kid needed serous male protection. Just like her fuckin' mother...

 

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 78! You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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You're So Sexy...

 #MySexySaturday Week 76

Have you ever had a moment, that one special moment, where time stopped and everyone and every thing around you just melted away? Did your jaw drop, I hope only metaphorically! Did you get a bit creamy? Have you ever had the fantasy of walking into a room and every eye was trained on you? 

Then this 76th week of My Sexy Saturday is perfect for you, because our theme is You're So Sexy! And let me tell you.....the little snippet that Jonathan demanded I share with you is definitely a You're So Sexy moment! So get comfortable, sit back, and view through Jonathan's eyes his special moment.....

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Sitting at the table right next to the dance floor of the base bar, which just happened to be a home brewed pub of all places, I finished the dregs of my beer and looked over my shoulder towards where the bartop was, wondering where Jason had disappeared to with our newest pitcher. Between the three of us, we were about three deep. Not bad, putting us each just under two beers in two hours. We weren’t driving or anything, as we were only about a half mile from the barracks, but that didn’t mean we could get shitfaced, all things considered.

Besides, a slight buzz before bed never hurt anyone. And I could skip Chapel in the morning, and since I didn’t have duty for the remainder of the weekend, I could sleep off any hangover I might get if I went over my typical four beer limit. I didn’t have to report to work till oh six hundred Monday, so the extra down time might actually do me some good.

Finally spotting Jason with a pitcher in one hand and a leggy blonde in the other, I chuckled realizing what had caused the delay in returning. Turning my attention back to the dance floor, I spotted Anthony grinding up behind the extremely endowed ass of a long haired brunette.

Training my eyes back to the empty pint glass in my hand, I swirled the left over foam at the bottom, thinking of Sophie. Always thinking of my Phee. Putting the glass back on the table, I stared blindly at the dance floor, remembering the last time we’d danced together. Could it really have been at the Homecoming Dance her Junior year? More than four fucking years ago. I definitely needed to figure out a way to fit dancing with my beautiful little Phee into telling her she was gonna marry me. Absolutely. 

Thinking about that scenario in my head must have had me hallucinating. Jesus. No more fucking beer for me tonight. Then again, if this was the result of over indulgence, I’d partake in excess of all recommended doses. For fucking sure.

Wending her way through the throng of bodies gyrating to the sexual beats pounding from the club speakers, was a vision straight from my deepest and darkest fantasies. Sophie, her lustrous black hair falling in fat curls around her shoulders and arms, snaking all the way to her fantastic hips. Tight black leather skirt falling just barely to mid-thigh with knee high fuck me boots encasing her calves. Sweet lacey little halter top that was pretending to act as a bra and keep her gorgeous fucking tits restrained. Pouty pink lips, begging to be kissed, licked and sucked.

Gorgeous liquid silver eyes, locked on mine. Walking straight to me. Fuck me, this isn’t a hallucination. Slowly coming to my feet and rounding the table, I felt my anger pulsing in me like a living thing.

Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! I really hope you enjoyed my 7 Sexy Paragraphs! This little snippet is from the second book in the series, Sophie which is still a WIP, but I'm hoping for a Summer Release!
So stay tuned for more on upcoming release dates and information on the third book, Survival, which will be released shortly after Sophie. And I'll 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!

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 77! You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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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!

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 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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