Blurb:
Jessica and Rick enjoy sex games.
Jessica has a few simple rules and Rick has to make sure he doesn't cross the line.
And then one night: Enter Miranda. Exit common sense.
Excerpt:
I look at my cell phone for what must be the thousandth time in the last hour.
It’s 5:15.
I took off of work early to get to the hotel, set up the toys and stuff and wait for Miranda. I told her to be here at 5 o’clock sharp. In case Jess was early. When Jess is horny, she’s never late. That would give me plenty of time to brief Miranda on what I want for Jess, for us.
It’s not looking like I’ll have time to tell her shit. And I’m wishing I’d gone to the club and talked to her about tonight. Way to go, Rick, leaving shit ‘til the last minute.
Now I’m sweating bullets. Jess is probably on her way, and Miranda’s not here. I wanted to have her waiting in the closet. I wanted to make sure we could cover the plan in detail. Shit. Fuck. I don’t want Miranda knocking on the door when Jess is here. Damn it.
I settle the champagne bottle a little deeper into the ice, check the two ties I’ve attached to the legs of the coffee table, and the two I’ve secured to the back legs of the sofa. Tight. I fiddle with an assortment of toys I picked up at Jess’s favorite toy store.
I look at the clock.
5:22.
Now I wish I had Miranda’s number. I’d call her and find out if she was bailing. I didn’t think she would since I paid her a month’s salary for one evening. Not even the whole night. I even told her she didn’t have to give up sex if she didn’t want to. And she doesn’t have to. And though I’m curious as hell about sex with Miranda, it would break Jess’s rules. And I’m not interested in losing Jess, not even for a fine piece of ass like Miranda.
5:26.
I’m going to get into the panic stage. No I won’t. I’ll improvise. I’ll figure something out. Think, Rick, think. Surely I could come up with something else that will do it. Something else that will thrill and shock Jess.
There’s a tiny scratch at the door. Almost imperceptible. Like a mouse. Or one fingernail. Crap. I’m sweating bullets. I don’t bother with the peephole. I know it’s Jess. And I know it’s time to start figuring something else out.
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BLURB
Their affair was scorchingly sensual
Faye Burke, recently widowed, retreated to the coast of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.
Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined to reinvent his career by painting her.
Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?
EXCERPT
“Was your studio here in this area?”
“Uh huh. Like you, I came up here a couple years ago to find myself. Since the fire, I’ve been doing some landscapes. You’re the first portrait I’ve wanted to do in a long time.”
She lay on her back, tilting her face to the sun, savoring the warmth. She’d popped a slice of apple in her mouth, and he watched her chew and swallow it. “Faye,” he began, shifting his body over hers.
She sighed and opened her eyes.
He didn’t waste any time. Through eyes barely open, he watched her lashes close, watched her lips part. He kissed her softly. With light touches and delicate sips, he tasted the sweet stickiness of the apple on her lips.
She didn’t respond. It wasn’t a rejection. It just wasn’t a response.
He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding himself off her breasts so the only place their bodies met was their lips. It took all his control to go slowly.
At first she didn’t touch him. Then at the same time she began to kiss him back, she placed her palms on his chest, their warmth and pressure highly arousing. She slid her arms around him and slowly pulled him down on top of her.
Yes.
He took that for permission and rolled to his back, taking her, draping her over his body. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her head lightly, giving her the opportunity to break away if she didn’t like it. She stayed, and he deepened his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming her, delving into her welcoming and passionate response.
Her moans rose sweetly from her throat, then became deep growling noises. Her hands cupped his face, held him. She massaged his tongue with hers. His cock surged in response.
He rolled again putting her beneath him and slid his thigh between hers.
Her body quivered, her hips undulated, pressing upward against his.
He moved his fingers to the buttons of her sweater and flicked them open one by one, spreading the sides to reveal a pretty white lacy bra with, thank the good Lord, a front clasp. Her eyes opened, met his with an erotic, pleading gaze. The clasp easily opened, and her full, pale breasts spilled free.
“Gil,” she gasped his name. There was no question in it, just pure desire.
Slipping his hands under her shoulders, he pulled her up, brought his mouth down, and latched onto a beautiful strawberry shaded nipple as erect and hard as a little clit.
He uttered a soft grunt at her sharp cry, drawing on her, loving the taste and feel of the tightly furled bud.
She clawed at his shoulders, writhing under him. “Yes, yes, God, yes.”
He delicately clamped her nipple between his teeth.
“Yes. Harder.”
He rocked the tip and lashed it with his tongue.
“Oh. The other one,” she begged with a breaking sob. She fisted her fingers in his T-shirt, yanking, tugging at it.
He released her nipple and pushed himself up.
“No,” she cried.
He gripped the back of his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” he murmured, and teased her other nipple.
She gave herself so completely over to the torment of his mouth. He could feel her fingernails on his shoulders. The harder she scored, the deeper he drew on her nipple. They fed off each other, off the ecstatic storm of their emotions. She cried his name, rolled her head back and forth on the blanket, stiffened, and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. He felt her orgasm in the vibration of the guttural groan from deep in her belly.
His heart soared, his lips tipped in an elated smile. Just giving her this pleasure satisfied him more than he thought possible. She was an amazing combination of reluctance and responsiveness. She thought her age might make her less attractive? Ha!
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A Promise at Dawn is available at Amazon
Amazon Reviews
"Good short story! Faye and Gil have very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."
"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together. Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."
Bio
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
You can find her on the web at:
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Hi, I’m Kryssie Fortune. Claire’s let me loose on her blog. I’m a Yorkshire lass, and proud of it. I set my book, Giving It Up For The Gods there, and my heroine, Lindy would love to give you a quick tour of some of the places she raced through to escape Neptune’s mermen.
HI, Lindy Lou Majors here—Siren extraordinaire. You know I’ve had this little virginity problem lately? As in I had to lose it, fast. That or let Neptune tie me down naked and use my body to gather solstice power. Of course he’d regain his youth, but that’s not the way I planned to lose my virginity.
Things looked bad when his mermen had me cornered at the Country and Western Club, but Jase and Saul came to my rescue. Of course, Jase didn’t like me much then, but hey, can I help being a Siren?
Anyway they took me to this amazing old house near Ripon. It has priests’ holes, secret passages, and everything. Only those blasted mermen found us there so we went on the lam. (I do love gangster speak. It makes me feel like I’m Bonnie from Bonnie and Clyde) Anyway, here’s a potted tour of the places we raced through in, Giving it Up For the Gods.
Let’s start with Ripon. It’s a small market town that dates back to Roman times. Back when Jase and I were outrunning mermen, I didn’t give it a second look, not when I needed to get as far as away from those mermen as possible.
Ripon Cathedral’s crypt dates back over 1350 years, but the rest of the church dates from the Norman Conquest and the War of the Roses. The market square houses an obelisk where, at 9pm every night, the city’s horn blower sounds his horn. He wears a black tricorn hat, and a beige frockcoat trimmed with scarlet. I mean honestly, who needs a horn blower nowadays. Still, us sirens like our traditions too.
Being a good-natured sort of siren, I’ve added a picture of the Cathedra’s interior for you to see it’s Gothic glory.
Back when Jase and I went on the run, we had Neptune’s stinky mermen on our tail. You’d think since they were sea dwellers, they’d smell clean and fresh. No. Not them. Think rotting seaweed and dead fish.
We fled to Leeds. That’s an old wool town that grew into a vibrant city. It’s Town Hall is domed just like Saint Paul’s Cathedral in London. The shopping in the Victorian quarter is to die for. The town had some beautiful Victorian arcades. The City Council pedestrianized a couple of streets and joined them into one amazing shopping precinct.
Mostly, I’m a shoeaholic, but let me loose in there, and I’m like a kid in a sweet shop. Talking of which, they have this amazing chocolatier there. Jase loves them, and they always put him the mood. The shop could market them as aphrodisiacs, but they don’t seem to know it. Oh, yeah, apparently Leeds has some pretty good museums, (yawn) but we’ve not checked them out yet.
Another place we passed through was Harrogate. Jase got me really drunk there, just to put off sleeping with me. It’s not that he didn’t want to, but he had this whole other agenda going on. Anyway, back to Harrogate. It’s a genteel Spa town, but don’t drink the water. I did once. It tastes of bad eggs, and the flavor stayed with me for nearly a week.
They have landscaped public gardens where Georgian visitors once strolled, and a Turkish bath you wouldn’t believe. Okay, the cold plunge is always a shock to the system, but a session there always leaves me full of energy. Jase always enjoys the way I let off steam. Now he’s used to my Siren heritage, he can’t get enough Siren loving, if you know what I mean.
Then there was that field where some cows got up close and personal while we… No, that’s too embarrassing. I won’t go on about that.
Anyway, after Harrogate, we headed out to Aldborough to meet up with Saul and Merc. The place is a rural village now, but it was once a Roman town full of traders and passing soldiers. Anyone going up the east side of England to Hadrian’s Wall passed through it. The best thing is that the current church of St Andrews stands on the site where the ancient Temple of Mercury stood.
Okay, tour over, but let me tell you about Merc. The poor kid’s thousands of years old, but he acts like a sixteen year old. He’s all mood swings, hormones, and lack of verbal filters. He had the worst imaginable upbringing, but thankfully Jase and Saul rescued him from his cage. Yeah, really. His cage.
You know Saul and Jase are Roman Gods of course? They fooled me at first, with their modern names and all, but Merc isn’t one to keep secrets. Anyway, must dash. I’ve just heard Jase come in. I’ve wearing this new lacy bra and matching thong, and he hasn’t seen it yet. I’ve bought him a box of those chocolate truffles that act like aphrodisiacs. I’ll feed them to him, along with some honeyed wine, and we’ll take things from there.
Blurb
Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, the warrior god Janus plummeted from the heights of Olympus to the depths of the Underworld. After centuries of pain and torment, he finally clawed his way free. He'll never forgive the gods who condemned him, or the sirens for their part in his downfall.
Each summer, to celebrate the Feast of Neptunealia, Neptune demands a virgin sacrifice. And his sacrifice of choice is a siren.
Sirens are strong, sassy, and sexy.
Lindy’s siren heritage makes her fierce, lusty, and curious but she dreams of loving one man forever. She won’t give her heart—or her virginity—to a short lived mortal she might accidentally break in bed. When Neptune demands her as his sacrifice, she’s determined to give her virginity to anybody except him.
Janus, or Jase as he calls himself now, rescues Lindy from Neptune’s mermen. He’s the one man she’s eager to bed. The clock’s ticking. Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce the siren-hating Jase and win his heart. That or Neptune will find her and take her against her will.
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