Welcome to Wicked Wednesday
Shewanda Pugh is a native of Boston’s inner
city, though she now lives in sunny Miami, Florida. She has a bachelor’s degree
in Political Science from Alabama A&M University and a Master’s in Writing
from Nova Southeastern University. Fueled from a young age, her passion for
crossing societal boundaries like race, class and culture, is the inspiration
for both her cluttered bookshelf and her writing. When she’s not busy obsessing
over fiction, she can be found traveling, nursing her social networking
addiction or enjoying the company of loved ones.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ShewandaP
Shewanda has brought along her new release today
Crimson Footprints two: New Beginnings
Read a hot excerpt:
Kenji
lay awake for far too long before falling into a deep and uneven sleep. When he
woke, it was to Lizzie, tucking in next to him. No doubt she’d had another bad
dream. So he made room, muttering something sleepy and incoherent, before
returning to abstract shapes and a hopefulness he couldn’t quite understand.
When morning came, Kenji woke to find that he and Lizzie fit together easy as
lovers. Her snoring and partway on her stomach, legs spread; him behind her and
to the side, a
leg draped lazily but parting her thighs. His hand cupped one rounded breast
through fabric of his orange UM shirt. It rode high enough to expose the swell
of her ass, clad in simple white panties. Kenji swallowed at the sight of all
that flesh. Cursing himself for waking from a sleep so sweet,
he pulled away in regret. “Don’t,”
Lizzie said. “Not yet at least.”
She
rolled onto her back and sat up, moving in so close that their noses nearly
touched.
“No?”
he said, gaze locked on her mouth.
She
licked her lips.
“Kiss
me.”
He
did as he was told.
Mouth
claiming hers in slow and thoughtful fashion, he took his time with her, moving
in when her chin tilted upward and climbing atop when she leaned back. Light
and teasing
painfully, he reeled from the taste of her. She was unbelievably soft beneath
him, and he stirred, nibbling at her lips, relishing deliciousness.
How
bad had he wanted her? Fear had kept him from knowing. But he knew now. Hunger
escalating to madness, Kenji’s open mouth feasted on Lizzie’s, lapping,
longing, pressing for more than even this. She swallowed his kisses as if
desperate for them, tugging on his shirt till he tore it off, pulling off hers
and returning again. She wrapped arms around him and drew him in quick, as if
even his brief parting was too much. Her kisses were slow and drugging, urging
him as she parted legs for him, encouraging with a hand in his hair as she
leaned back.
He
could kiss her forever that way; easy, indulgent, savoring the velvet of her
mouth, or hard and hungry, grinding and surging fire through to their very
cores. It was almost as if she’d never been touched, never teased, as every
whisper of flesh against flesh brought a never-ending surge, an ambush of
emotion. Lizzie had no answer for how a whore could quiver from the caress of a
man, or find tears at words that were sweet. After all, hadn’t she been told
she was beautiful before? Perfect? Worthy of worship?
She
hadn’t.
Copyright
by Shewanda Pugh
Buy the book :
Barnes & Noble (Crimson
Footprints): http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/crimson-footprints-shewanda-pugh/1100631063?ean=9780984692361
Barnes & Noble (Crimson
Footprints II: New Beginnings): http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/crimson-footprints-ii-shewanda-pugh/1114293816?ean=9780988709324
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