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Saturday, February 2, 2013

DECADENT DECEPTIONS - A RWA Contest Finalist Excerpt!

Decadent Deceptions
* 25 Five Star Reviews
* Special Content Alert: Voyuerism
* RWA Molly Contest Finalist 


EROTIC ROMANCE
Desperate to win Morgan’s love, Olivia Breedlove embarks on a reckless folly of cat and mouse. Morgan stays one step ahead of the woman he's loved for years, more so when he discovers the road Olivia travels is strewn with duplicity and murder.

A decade ago, Morgan was a heartbeat away from taking Olivia’s virginity. Her father, Thaddeus, intervened and threatened to meet him over pistols if he ever looked at his daughter again.

Thaddeus is dead now, and Morgan will not ignore the ravenous hunger he’s harbored for the woman. One way or the other, he will quench this burning desire and make Olivia his forever.


** WARNING: This is an erotic scene.


Excerpt from the book:
The woman in his arms with the magnificent green eyes and exquisite body had haunted his every fantasy, walked with him in dreams and occupied every waking thought. Morgan would stand for no more.
He backed Olivia toward the wall and kissed her amid the damn mewls spewing from her throat. With pained reluctance, he withdrew his mouth allowing their breaths to mingle. Cupping her breast, he ran his thumb across the hard nub. She squirmed and attempted to push him away.
“Put your hand down.” Much to his surprise, she not only obeyed but clutched the hair at his nape.
In the background, Annie’s voice reached a high-pitched cadence of animal-like groans, an aphrodisiac to his agony. He focused on the temptress in his arms, inhaled her scent and longed to possess her. He wanted to feel her slick, warm heat convulsing around his finger. A poor substitute for his cock, but the need to be inside her in any manner brought him to the precipice of madness.
He pushed the frilly dress up her narrow hips, his hand lingering on her firm thigh. Blast the inconvenient layers of garments women were fond of. Her hand moved from his hair and joined the other to cling to his shoulders. Her breath came in short bursts when he slid her undergarments down to her ankles. He ran his hand over the firm plane of her abdomen and inched toward the downy tuft at the apex of his thighs. Her legs clenched.
“Don’t,” he said. “You are not going to shut me out this time.”
She wet her lips and dug her quivering fingers into his shoulders. “Morgan, do not, please . . . .”
“Yes, you want me and you know it.” Damn, if his breaths weren’t coming as hard as hers. “In five minutes you will beg for more.”
Her eyes brimmed with heat and bewilderment. “Never.”
Brushing her sex with his fingertip, he watched her eyes grow wide. He moved his finger around the swollen bud, rubbed it and applied small amounts of pressure. Her hips rotated and he fought the long-restrained need to enter her. “Stand up straight and spread your legs, Liv.” She clung to him without moving. He stilled the motion of his fingers. “Do it, or I swear I will stop.”
She whimpered against his chest.
“Spread your legs; now.”



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Thanks so much for reading! Keta





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