Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Tuesday Teaser

NaNoWriMo is going well. So far I'm on schedule maybe a little ahead. And I have to say, I never thought I could write so much.

The ideas I've generated are nice, but the thing of it is, they keep coming. Which surprises me. But, happily so. Today, thought you might like an excerpt from the book.

This is Jackson's and Tamara's story and their struggle to come together with an HEA at the end. Please note all of these excerpts are not edited. You're getting them just as I'm writing them for NaNoWriMo.

Hope you enjoy.

Jax pushed the door open, searching the nearly empty parking lot. He’d almost given up when he saw the door open from the silver Cabriolet convertible.
Tamara’s shapely leg appeared below the door. Pushing it wider, he noticed her dress had slipped up her thigh. It could have been just that or his first glimpse of the inside of her creamy legs when she hastily got out of the car, but whatever it was it sent all the blood draining to his half-hard cock and broke any good intentions he had.
Before he knew it he was beside her, gripping her small waist with his hands. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
He groaned with pleasure when she didn’t argue, just followed his instructions. With one arm wrapped around her waist, the other cupped below her pillowy soft ass cheeks, he strode toward his truck.
Gently leaning her body against the side of the cab, his lips touched hers. They felt perfect molded to his, soft and pliant and deepening the kiss for more, she was everything and more than he thought she would be. He caught the taste of caramel and chocolate from the beer she just drank at lunch. And when his tongue slipped out running along the seam wanting her to open to him, the smooth skin and her unique flavor almost had his knees buckling. Hunger for a woman, no this woman, only this woman, hit him like never before. 
“What… what are you doing?”
He groaned into her mouth, taking control, kissing her hungrily in answer. He didn’t want to give her time to think, He ravished her. He couldn’t help it. “Been wantin’ to do this since the first time I saw you,” he muttered against her lips. He moved his mouth over hers, his tongue searching, learning every inch or her sweet mouth.
Lifting his head, his heaving chest and short breaths matched hers. It seemed that since the day he first saw her he was always trying to catch his breath around this woman. “You taste so good… knew you would.”
“Why…?” Her unfocused stare sent a powerful kick of lust through his body.
“Darlin,’ do you know what you do to me? Feel it.” He ground his hip into her core. The heat spiking the late afternoon temperature. He leaned in nibbling up the side of her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the soft, salty skin, all the while, murmuring, “Did you know when you’re lost in thought you take off your glasses and bite the end of them? God, I’ve watched that mouth of yours. When you spew sass, or laugh at one of Maddie’s lame jokes like she’s a talented comedian, and…”
“You’ve been watching me?”
He smiled as her body shivered in his arms. “Just when we’re in the same place. And I’ve got to say,” he growled, nipping at her ear, “you’re damn sexy. Now, no more talkin’. Got lots of kissin’ to do to make up for the last few months.
He watched as her eyes began to turn from the dream-like state they were in to reality. He couldn’t have that. His mouth descended on hers in a hungry possession. Maybe that wasn’t the right word, she took possession of his. Because hell, ever since he met her
Her soft flesh, such a contrast to his hard one made it extremely difficult not to release his throbbing cock, straining against her core pressed against him, and plunge into the hot wetness dampening his jeans.
Even though her nearness tortured him, he reveled in it and all he cared about was consuming her. But he wasn’t going to rush this. He’d been in purgatory for months now, seeing her around town, out with her friends, listening to the soft southern tone of her voice. Her laugh, sometimes loud with a bark at a joke or a clear melody when she found something funny. The way she tucked a stray hair behind her ear that had him wanting to smooth his fingers over it then down the long column of her neck.
Tamara had enticed him to this and damn if he wasn’t going to take his time. Instantly his mouth found hers. 


Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Labor Leather Time Period: 1500 - 1600 Leather needs to be conditioned to keep soft and pliable aka lots and lots of practice in bed.