Bring On the Sexy
Like a bit of sizzle and spice in your romances? Well, these four St. Martin’s Press authors know how to bring on the sexy. Featured below for your reading pleasure are four excerpts from their favorite scene. Wine and a working A/C recommended.
Jake Slade ~ Ride me Right: #2 Raising Hellfire MC by MICHELE de WINTON
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When he’d pushed his hand through her wet hair and pulled her head back, the challenge in his eyes shot through Lucy and settled in a fist around her heart. Here was hotness on a plate, just when she needed the distraction. And he wasn’t from Hell’s. You were just bemoaning the lack of action in your pants only a couple of hours ago. This wasn’t something to overthink. This was something to feel. She just had to work out how to not give up control during the process. Because if she was going to survive the next few weeks she needed to stay strong, and falling into the arms of someone like Jake ran the risk of her stumbling.
But like the handshake, the kiss had ricocheted through her system. Everything else ceased to matter. Her hand on his chest was the only defense she had. She was going to be in control here. She had to be. “Truth or Dare?” she asked.
His jaw clenched, the muscle working in his jaw. Hot damn that was sexy.
“No man is ever going to answer that with Truth. Surely you know that.”
“I was counting on it.” She wound a length of her wet hair around her finger with one hand. He let her, but she could feel the strength of his focus on her, it crawled over her skin and laid sticky fingers up to her chin. He was invested in this just as much as she was now.
“Take me under the moon.”
“Under the moon. Outside. Take me.”
Why you like it: Jake and Lucy have only just met. There is an unwritten rule in romance that you keep your characters waiting, and aching, for each other till the pay off moment, but in this series I intentionally started out each book with the main characters falling into bed with each other. I enjoy the tension that puts in the rest of the story where they have to decide whether the very real connection they already know they have can carry them through the rest of what the plot throws at them. And in this series it throws a lot at them! Biker rivalry, kidnapping, fires, it’s all there. I hope you enjoy!
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Words are my drug. There, I said it and now I can’t take it back. I’ve tried doing other things. Heck I was even a dancer in Bosnia (true story), but I keep coming back to the page and getting stuck there. Hooray for words! But hooray for characters too because that’s what I love. I like to twist them up in knots, take away their toys, get them drunk and throw them at each other. I try to be mostly polite in real life (I did say mostly) so it’s a joy to unleash sassy, mouthy, smart women on the romance men of my worlds and let them at it. I know the saying goes, girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, but with me you can expect less sugar and more spice. Heck, these girls are made of adventure, great beer and no fear. Despite training in law (or perhaps because of it) I have been a dancer, choreographer, producer, and all round arty type in various countries for most of my life. I’ve also travhttp://www.micheledewinton.com/elled extensively, working on projects in Bosnia, India, Scotland, England, Brazil and New Zealand. I love to hear from readers so do come stalk me online – you can check out what’s happening on Facebook and Twitter, grab a free story and join my newsletter for freebies all from my website http://www.micheledewinton.com/
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Excerpt from ONE TASTE OF ANGEL (BOOK ONE, IRON NORSEMEN MC) by VIOLETTA RAND
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I can hear him smile. “How are you?”
“Good. Thank you for the beautiful flowers.”
There’s a pause but it’s not awkward. We’re both formulating what to say next. Even though he thinks I’m someone else, we’re still connected. Time and distance can’t change what nature has already dictated.
“I-I can’t do this, Eagle . . .” I’m tripping over my own tongue. I know what I need to say, but just can’t make myself do it. If I do, I’ll never see him again. Never hear his beautiful, deep voice again. I went without for so long. And now . . . God help me. I’m not ready to spend another six years wondering where he’s at and what he’s doing. Who he’s with. What girl he’s falling in love with. My hands start to tremble.
“Do what, darlin’?” he asks.
“Explain what this means.”
He chuckles. “I don’t remember asking you to do me yet.”
His play on words is impossible to ignore. I laugh out loud, although the thought of making love with him is bittersweet. “You’re incorrigible.”
“What’s that make you?”
“I like hopeless,” he says sadly. “We match.”
“I want to see you again, Serafina. I want to kiss your hot little mouth and touch you all over.”
That’s tame sex talk for Eagle. He’s trying to be a gentleman. “I called to let you know there’s no room in my life for a man.”
“I don’t believe you, Serafina.”
“You need to.”
“Are you into women?”
I roll my eyes. “No.”
I laugh again. “Should I be happy for you?”
“Only if you agree to meet me somewhere Thursday night.”
“I can’t. Between school and work . . .”
“Unless you take summer classes, pretty sure you’re off. Quit screwing around, woman. I know you want me.” Always so confident and arrogant on the outside, but underneath, where it matters most, I know there’s a tender spot.
“Maybe I’m not interested in you, Eagle. Maybe I’m just trying to blow you off without being a bitch about it.”
Expecting to hear him laugh, I’m shocked when all I get is silence. Did I hurt his feelings?
“I’ll book you for the night, Serafina. Then you won’t have a choice. I’ll be an official customer.” I hear the disapproval in his voice. “You’ll strip for me, no one else. Those tits and ass will belong to me. And I promise, once you’ve had a taste, you won’t be able to forget me.”
Why you like it: One of my favorite tropes is when the heroine tries to convince herself she isn’t attracted to or isn’t falling for the hero. Yeah, right!!! Angel is hot for Eagle, but doesn’t know how to deal with it. Which brings me to my other favorite thing–a sexy Alpha who never gives up. And in this case, Eagle wants Angel (Serafina) and won’t let her forget it.
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Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.
Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.
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Jaxson and Kylie from Rogue: Deadliest Lies Series by MICHELE MANNON
Kylie Smith is on the run. Her organization has sent a hit man after her, believing she’s betrayed them. Turns out, it’s Jaxson. The love of her life. A man she believes to be dead.
I shift beneath him, and feel the towel catch, then unravel. Now if he’d only raise his chest, even a fraction of an inch . . .
Jaxson doesn’t simply lift up, he sits up, straddling my thighs with his own.
Without missing a heartbeat, his gaze feasts on what I’m offering. I keep my arms where he’s left them, high over my head. Exposing myself, offering myself to him.
“I might have been tempted by that beautiful body of yours once but now I’m immune. I feel nothing. You know why? You’re as good as dead.”
Reality crashes down and smashes my hopes at reconciliation to smithereens.
I spring to me feet, leaving the towel behind as I dive for the gun on the bedside table. But he’s too fast.
He wraps an arm around my chest and hauls me back. I jump when I feel his hand between my thighs, cupping my happy place as he lifts me high off my feet. Turning in his arms, I grab his earlobe between my teeth.
He growls deep in his throat. For a second, I think it’s him reacting to how sensitive his lobes are, remembering how I’ve done this very same thing before . . . foreplay, sex play, our aggressive way of getting down and dirty, while he was turning on the charm or deep inside me . . . but then I feel it, the tip of his finger sliding between my damp folds.
Sweet Jesus, help me.
“Draw blood. I dare you, sweetheart,” he says threateningly but without emotion.
Grrr. . . . so we’re back to this sweetheart crap? I bite down harder and am rewarded with a hiss.
He thrusts his finger deep inside me, and I immediately regret my antagonizing him.
He pushes a second finger in, then tightening his hold around my body, rubs his thumb across my clit.
It’s like lightening’s struck me straight between the thighs.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”
“Always the liar.” He bounces me high against him and his fingers sink fully inside my slick channel. “This what you want, you deceitful bitch?”
Yes. “No. Put me down,” I whisper huskily. God, this is so screwed up. My wanting him this way.
He drags his fingers out until only the tips remain.
Long ago, he’d murmured sweet promises to me. “I’ll get up inside you fast and furiously, anyway I can.” But now? Even now when there’s so much to be said? When he’s beyond furious. When he hates me?
“So what do you plan on doing?” I demand with false bravado. “Fingering me then killing me?”
He slams my back into the bathroom doorjamb. The heel of my foot presses against the arm of the expensive Louis XIV chair next to it and gives me leverage to arch back. The force of his actions drives his fingers deeper. My muscles contract around him as a climax builds up from some unfathomable place inside of me. “Jaxson,” I moan.
Everything is there in my tone. My needing him. Wanting him. My agony. My shame. Shattering any hopes at self-preservation.
“Damn you,” I hear him hiss.
I love the fine balance between love and hate, betrayal and trust, along with the depth of feelings between Jaxson and Kylie in this excerpt. These two characters have a wonderfully romantic history that gets shredded to pieces. Now it’s up to them to decide between love, or death.
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Michele Mannon has been a romantic ever since she held that boy’s hand behind the old tool shed. An avid reader, her go-to genre has always been romance; the darker and grittier the better. Michele began writing her own brand of sexy in 2011 and is finishing her eighth book for publication. Her work has received high praise, including Romantic Times Magazine’s TOP PICKS. Most days, Michele can be found tormenting her characters high up on a mountaintop overlooking the Delaware River, with her computer in her lap and a glass of Riesling in her hand. Visit www.MicheleMannon.com
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Ryan and Megan ~ Enforcer: Harrison Street Crew #3 by Katana Collins
In this sizzling sneak peek, Ryan and Megan—who’ve been in each other’s lives for a very long time—take their unresolved sexual tension to a daring new level.
“Tell me what you found out about my dad,” she said again.
Ryan spat into the sink, before moving to the toilet. “I’m about to pee, so unless you want to stand here and be subjected to that, I suggest you shut the door behind you.”
“Not denying that, sweetheart. But when a man’s gotta take a leak, not much can stop him.”
Ryan took the moment to stare her down. Those hazel eyes shrewd and penetrating. “Have it your way,” he said, pulling his still hard dick out of his boxer briefs. Takes some maneuvering to piss with a stiff dick, but he managed just fine.
“Ugh,” she grunted, turning around.
“Ugh? Sweetheart, my dick’s a lot of things, but it ain’t nothing to say ‘ugh’ over.”
He finished up, moving to wash his hands and open the toothbrush she gave him. “I’ll tell you about what I learned when Rig gives the okay—”
“You’re such a pussy,” she said grabbing her own toothbrush and squeezing toothpaste onto it. “You act like such a tough guy all the time. But when it comes to making a decision or standing your ground, you always bow to your leader.”
Ryan rinsed his toothbrush before setting it on the sink as Megan did the same. The act was oddly intimate even though they’d never fucked. “Look at it my way—”
“Oh, I’ve tried,” she said, putting her toothbrush back in its holder. “I just can’t get my head that far up my ass, unfortunately.”
Ryan smirked. “You’re funny.”
“Thank you. Now get out. I have to pee before you shower.”
“I showed you mine. Tit for tat.”
“I don’t pee with my tits.”
“Tat for tat, then.”
She dipped her hands beneath her shorts, tugging them down just enough that he caught a glimpse of a dark, trimmed landing strip. In a quick movement, her shorts were down around her ankles, her legs spread revealing her swollen, needy button. It was pink and full and lush and fuck if he didn’t want to wrap his lips around her clit and lick her until she screamed out his name.
“There you go,” she whispered. “Tat for tat. Now, unless you’re finally ready to take me up on that that 21st birthday gift I asked for… get out.”
He stood a moment longer, mesmerized by her gorgeous body. Not only that though, her strength. Her tenacity. And most of all, her wit. He’d never in his life met a woman who could comeback with such clever quips. No one outside of Patrick was that funny.
He moved to the door way, stopping the closing door with his foot. “And if I said yes?”
The mask she’d been wearing around him the last five years slipped, revealing a moment of honest vulnerability. “What?”
“What if I said yes—that I was ready to take you up on your 21st birthday offer? What would you say?”
The svelte curve of her neck tightened and he could see as she swallowed. See the way her throat worked against the dryness. And then, just like that, the mask was back. “As I said before, that ship sailed. Now get out.”
When he didn’t move immediately, Megan raised her hand and slapped her palm down on his fresh stitches, shoving him out the door. Before she closed it behind him, she peeked through the crack, whispering, “This might take a while. I think I’ll have to rub one out before your shower.” Then, she closed the door and locked it.
Why you like it: This is easily one of my favorite scenes I’ve ever written. It’s dark, sexy but really highlights how funny and snarky Megan is. She is up there as one of my absolute favorite heroines I’ve ever written! She has a really dark past and she has a very tough exterior, but when she allows herself to be vulnerable, the person she shows that side of herself to really has to earn it!
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When Katana Collins was younger and stole her mother’s Harlequins to read beneath the covers with a flashlight, she wanted to read about the tough as nails heroine. The perfectly imperfect girl with quirks and attitude and sass. And the anti-heroes who were anything but “Prince Charming.” Forget the knight on a white horse… she wanted the bad boy on a motorcycle.
So, now, she writes those romance novels she craved to see on the shelves all those years ago—the sassy heroines. The badass heroes. She penned her first romance novel back in 2012 and now, a few years later, she is an international author with 15 published books, in a wide range of contemporary romance genres (Paranormal, New Adult, Small town, Erotic Suspense… you name it!).
She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy… oh yeah, there’s a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.
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