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Friday, May 3, 2013

Book Spotlight ~ Hide and Secret

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Hide and Secret
Genre: Contemporary erotic
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
 
Alone with her journal, Bella examines her feelings and passion for Quinn Lockharte, a man who charged into her life in a storming fury and changed it forever. Quinn's duty to his family has him engaged to his childhood sweetheart, and though the promise is an old one, Quinn feels bound by it.

A surprise knock at her door brings Bella face-to-face with her destiny…but can she trust what her heart so desperately wants—especially when Quinn is determined to keep her naked and screaming his name? Mind-blowing sex has been their relationship’s strongest bond, but Bella’s tired of being his secret—and Quinn’s not willing to let her go.

Exclusive EXCERPT (adult)

How am I supposed to keep my brain working when all I can take in and process is you? It doesn’t get any easier when you pull your black shirt free of your pants, peel it off and toss it onto the chair with your coat. The familiar foil packet you pull from your pocket is tossed onto the coffee table—it’s clear how you’re expecting this conversation to end. Your gaze captures mine and holds it as you settle back on your heels and smile. Your contoured muscles are smooth and kissed by the flickering firelight. My breath escapes in a hissing gasp when you lean forward and wrap your fingers around my ankles, slowly spreading my legs so you’re positioned between them. Your touch slides upward, massaging in evocative circles as you inch toward the hem of my skirt.

“What’s on your mind, love?” you ask.

“I hate you now.” Resignation and sadness thread into the softly uttered words.

You nod and smile. “I’m sure you feel a lot of things for me, but hate is not one of them.”

Your hands disappear under my skirt and I try to push them away. You oblige with a grin and draw your hands back, dragging the lacy silk of my underwear free, not stopping until you’ve removed them. Then you place my feet on either side of your thighs again.

“We can’t keep doing this, sweetheart,” I say.

One brow lifts in curious amusement at the words and you laugh. “I think we can do this forever, and love it.”

I can’t resist smiling. “Some of this we could do forever, but it doesn’t make it right.”

“Take the sweater off, baby.”

The challenge is there between us now. I can feel the soft cashmere against my heavy breasts, the turgid tips painfully sensitive. You know too—I can see it in your eyes. Before I can catch it, you slide one of your hands under my skirt and penetrate me with your fingers. A spasm of shocked pleasure rockets through me and the sound of your fingers moving inside me is a moist whisper in the silent tension of the room.

Carefully I ease forward to the edge of the sofa and your fingers delve deeper. I pull the sweater over my head and toss it aside, then I stroke my breasts, cupping and offering them to you. Grinning, you bend and you lick, circling a rigid tip over and over before you take it into your mouth and suckle, first one nipple then lavishing the same attention on the other. Between my legs, your fingers are exploring, slick and sticky as you stroke and glide in and out of me.

When you pull away and look up at me, your eyes are sizzling with hunger. With a few sure movements, you push me onto my back and spread my legs wider, opening me to your gaze. You close the distance between us again and the world spirals wildly when you brush your tongue over my weeping core, flicking it rapidly as you ease me open further, close your mouth over my clit and suck hard. My hips jerk and my fingers knot in your hair, holding you firmly as the orgasm crashes over me, sending sparks cascading behind my closed eyelids. While I’m still trying to breathe, your mouth moves and your tongue slides into me, lapping then licking softly, gliding from clit to asshole, over and over until the tension is making me clench again. Another shattering orgasm is nearing when you pull back.

Through eyes that are barely able to focus, I watch you stripping out of your black jeans. The moment you pull them down and kick them aside, your eager cock rises. You return my smile and your hands close around your erection, pulling slowly as you stroke. I reach for you and you shake your head.

“Later. Get on your hands and knees.” It’s not a request.

I slide off the couch and hold the edge, presenting you with the position you want. I can feel your heat when you kneel behind me, almost touching. Your finger probes into me again, then strokes over the hypersensitive nub of my clit—a slow, careful motion that has me squirming and pushing back against you. Still you refuse to let me touch you; when I reach, you put my hands back on the edge of the sofa cushions. I cross my arms and let my head fall forward, forehead resting on my arms. You move your hands over me again, covering my breasts, kneading slowly. I can feel the velvet heat of your cock against my pussy, so close.

“What do you want now, baby?” Again, your voice is low, a near growl. A soft laugh, almost savage in its eroticism, then you whisper, “This?” I feel the head of your cock stroking my wet slit, guided by your steady hand.

“Yes!”


Reviews

The Romance Studio:
Siren Book Reviews: 5 stars
Talking Two Lips: 5 stars


Author’s Note: Part Two, which is actually the prequel, how it all began for Bella and Quinn, is now completed, and will be submitted to my editor soon. It’s called “Keep It A Secret” and I hope you’ll want to know more when the next chapter is released!


Who is Denyse? 

Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of my life.

In the past half dozen years, I’ve signed with over a dozen publishers, and have released books in all lengths and genres, and it’s something I hope to continue to do for many more years. A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many up-coming projects as well. (All my social site links, etc., are on the About Me page.)

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Fantasy Pages (general): http://fantasy-pages.blogspot.com
Bound by Passion (adult content): http://boundpassion.blogspot.com
Sensual Treats Magazine: http://www.sensualtreats.webs.com

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