@ovalleba visits the blog with new #military #romance from @SecretCravings and a #giveaway

Corporal Nicholas 'Saint' Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.

Petty Officer Angelina Jones' life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a 'Dear John' letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.

They each try to find someone to help them forget. But what does fate have planned for them?

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EXCERPT

Nick quickly took advantage, pressing his hand deeper as he raised her up, her ass on his forearm. Angelina squirmed, rubbing against him. Nick bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it through the silk. He slid a finger in and out of her heat, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb. Angelina moaned and tightened around his finger. Pressing her close against him, Nick increased his thrusts. Nick bit her nipple and was rewarded with a cry as Angelina clamped down, drenching his hand as she came apart in his arms.

She placed her head against his shoulder, shivers running through her while her arms and legs tightened around him. Nick pulled his hand free from her warmth and licked his fingers clean, making smacking noises as he did.

“Pig.” It was so low Nick barely heard the comment. Nick chuckled as Angelina giggled in his arms.

“Did you want another glass of champagne?” Angelina shook her head and squirmed against him. Nick squeezed her to him, enjoying the feel of her, despite the tightness in his groin. “Are you ready for dinner? Or shall we just head straight to dessert?”

CHARACTER BIOS

Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago Saint is serving in Afghanistan when his heart is broken over a ‘Dear John’ letter. Everything seems to get worse at that point. Normally a happy go lucky kind of guy he seems to have lost his optimistic view of life. The only thing that stirs his interest is ‘Doc’ a female medic assigned to the FOB. Not wanting anymore entanglements, he ignores her. He knows that he needs to go home to find the place he belongs and bring back the man he was.

Angelina ‘Doc’ Jones She had the hots for Santiago but everyone knew he’d been dumped. Doc didn’t want to be the rebound. She joined and became a corpsman against her parent’s wishes, knowing just that she had to serve. When the grenade changed her life, she needed reassurance and someone to love her despite her disability.

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – A Saint’s Salvation AUTHOR – Beverly Ovalle GENRE – contemporary military romance PUBLICATION DATE – Feb 10, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 61 PUBLISHER – Secret Cravings Publishing COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique
Fun Facts: The name was changed less than two weeks before publication! A Saint's Salvation was inspired by my son's tattoo His tattoo says 'St. Nicholas' – the original name of my book A Saint's Salvation took me eight months to write! The name of A Saint's Salvation was my editor's suggestion The teasers were made from photos from Afghanistan The Marine in the teasers is my son He only gave me permission to use his photo because he loves me He only gave me permission if I cut off his head! LOL

AUTHOR BIO

Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.

Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.

An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.

A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.

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From Secret Cravings, Final Shifts, To Love a Wildcat #series from V.L.Locey new release #erotic romance

The only constant in life is that things will change when you least expect it. On the day of Derrick Andersson`s retirement ceremony, a late-season tropical storm parks itself over the City of Brotherly Love. The women who love the Wildcats will not only have to deal with the deluge outside, they will have to struggle through some of the greatest personal storms they will ever weather.

Liz and Veikko receive devastating news, Maggie and Derrick face a shocking announcement, and Isabelle and Philip receive the verdict of Philip's court battle. Can Viviana and Alain work out the problems that have torn them apart? What has life dealt young lovers Petro and Margarite? The answers to those questions, as well as a surprise that will rock the Houseman, are revealed in this final book of the To Love a Wildcat series.

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Read an excerpt 18+

Margarite

After the team left the ice, I asked my new friends if they would like to continue up in the owner’s skybox. They were thrilled to do so. It is a darn impressive lounge that Mama owns way up in the rafters. We rode up in two elevators, passing security with a wave of my hand. Into the luxury box we all piled. Soon we had coffee, crullers, and conversation flowing. I should have brought them up here to begin with, but they had seemed so intent on watching the players. Now that the distraction of the Wildcats was no longer an issue, we started making some real progress. I called an end to the meeting after another thirty minutes. We had gotten as far as possible. I stood up, smiled and shook each hand as our community volunteers left the skybox. Security escorted them down to the players parking area.

 I returned to my seat at the head of a long, rectangular table, to gather up the four thousand or so notes I had jotted down. My head came up when someone rapped on the other end of the table. Petro smiled at me. I ran my sight over him. The suit he wore was dark grey, his shirt white, his tie black as a pirate’s pearl. He looked delicious. I dropped my notes back to the table. He arched a dark eyebrow. I nodded. The man turned, walked back to the door, and then turned the lock. My body began revving up. Petro glanced over his wide shoulder, his eyes crackling brown embers.

“When I turn around, you be ready for me,” he informed me then returned his steaming gaze to the door. His command gave me pause for perhaps four seconds. With quaking fingers, I hurried to pull my blouse out of the top of my skirt. He shucked off his suit jacket. I tugged my shirt over my head, my hair getting wound in a few buttons. Hissing at the painful tugs, I fumbled to free the tight black ringlets. My blouse fluttered to a padded leather chair, one of twenty. My nipples hardened inside my lacy blue bra. They ached. I was tempted to touch them but Petro’s jacket dropping to the floor stole my attention. I reached to the side, unzipped my skirt then let it slither down my legs. I stepped out of it then looked at Petro. His tie sailed over his damp head, landing on a vase filled with fall mums resting on the center of the table. I could feel the slick dew weeping from my pussy. Tenderly, I reached between my breasts, my sight latched onto my lover as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.  I slowly undid the three small hooks. My breasts popped free.

I cradled them lovingly. His shirt slid down his back, revealing ropes of thick muscle. There he stood, as if he knew I was ogling him. He flexed. My sex tightened. I flicked my nipples with my thumbs. Petro stiffened as a low moan escaped me. His neck muscles bunched. He tugged his shirt free from his trousers. My eyes followed the pure white cotton as it flew across the skybox. Petro turned to look at me. His eyes grew wide. His nostrils flared. His jaw twitched when he saw me fondling my boobs. The peaks were hard as a diamond, elongated, begging him to take them between his teeth and tug. Speaking of hard and elongated…

Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek

mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and three steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, tsú, and GoodReads.

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Secret Cravings Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases

Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)

Tumble Dry

Coming in August of 2015 only from Secret Cravings . . .  Clean Sweep (Book One of The Venom erotic hockey romance series)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham

Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3" He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead

Love of the Hunter

Goaltender`s Penalty

All I Want for Christmas

 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)

 Night of the Jackal

An Erie Halloween

An Erie Operetta

Coming 4/1/15 exclusively from Torquere Press . . . Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.

Heather Sheldon is my blog guest author today with Secret Cravings release, No Words Required, #romance, #deafness, #lovestory

Bethany Miller needs to overcome her low self-esteem and mute the looped recording of her mother’s insults playing in the background of her soul.  When out dancing with her best friend, she meets a handsome new man.  But he has a secret.

Dylan Jamison, born deaf, is an avid lip reader.  After Bethany receives a phone call delivering the news of her mother’s near fatal accident, Dylan stays by her side.  Against his protests, Bethany pulls the plug to end her mother’s life and their relationship seems destined to be over before it started.

Will the universal language of love prevail?

Read an excerpt:

Beth glanced at her newly named Mystery Man. Dylan. She liked the name. It suited his

strong lean form, and dark steamy gaze. Heat rose in her cheeks. He shrugged palms up

questioning if she wanted to head back out to dance or stay put. A glimpse of the kissing couple

beside her set her feet in motion to the dance floor.

The music slowed and the space emptied for the first time all night. Only a dozen couples

remained. Dylan looked at her and raised his expressive eyebrows.

She grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder. He clasped her other hand, bringing it to his

chest. Air could still circulate between them, but when his other hand settled on her lower back,

sparks of sexual energy raced through her body like sprinters at the Olympics.

She didn’t dare look at his face. If he tried to kiss her, she would dissolve into a puddle, or

pass out, or drop dead from desire.

Slowly grooving to the music, she leaned in to smell him. The scents of sexy cologne, clean

laundry, a man and love filled her sinuses. She wished she could bottle it and take a whiff

whenever she felt un-pretty.

By the second chorus, she relaxed and placed her cheek against his chest. He dropped her

hand and wrapped his arms around her waist. His movements were slow and easy to follow. His

arms were muscular and made her feel protected. She wanted to stay the way they were all night

and sway. But the song ended and the DJ announced last call.

They walked hand-in-hand off the dance floor. At the bar, Cody passed around glasses too

large for shots. They toasted a silent cheer while Blurred Lines played and the dance floor

refilled.

Ashley choked on the sparkling water they each gulped.

Cody laughed and made the motion of holding a steering wheel to drive. Ashley leaned into

her ear and yelled something she totally couldn’t understand.

She nodded, anyway and watched Cody. He didn’t seem drunk and it was nice to know his

sobriety extended to looking out for Ashley. Usually that job fell to Beth.

Tonight had been the best Friday night ever.

They had fun.

They danced.

They met handsome men with potential.

She couldn’t ask for anything more. Except maybe Dylan’s phone number.

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About Heather:

Heather Sheldon has loved books from as far back as she remembers.  An avid diary keeper and letter writer, her desire to pursue story telling on a broader scale didn’t emerge until forty.  Now she writes and edits most every day while enjoying the expansive blue skies of California.  Recently relocated from the Midwest, she does miss the change of seasons, but not the snow.  Her three daughters, husband and a handful of pets keep her busy when not at the keyboard or out to a movie.

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Trial by Fire on the blog today as author Tricia Anderson visits, Secret Cravings, Black Irish series #4

Trial By Fire

(Black Irish Series #4)

Sloan’s only chance of freedom is Abbey…but is she becoming him?

Being lured home to Belfast, Northern Ireland, by the lie that he is a free man, Sloan O’Riley is arrested for the bombing in London he never committed.  His only chance to stop his condemnation and execution is his wee wife, Abbey. 

Abbey throws herself into her husband’s past with the Irish Republican Army to construct the one thing that can free him – a bomb.  With the help of her mother and Sloan’s sister, Maggie, she targets empty, crumbling buildings throughout Belfast to cast doubt on Sloan’s guilt.
As things heat up in the courtroom and on the streets of Belfast, Abbey fights for Sloan’s freedom.  Will her actions free Sloan from prison and from those who would like to see him dead?  And will their love withstand Abbey becoming just like Sloan?

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Read an Excerpt
Abbey listened to his footsteps fade away before she opened the door and retrieved the bag. She excitedly rummaged through the contents. She giggled as she pulled out pajama bottoms and tugged them on. She nearly yanked the top on also before her eyes spied the white plastic container. Right. The salve.
Unscrewing the top, Abbey dipped her finger into the cool gel. She reached behind her back and rubbed it on the first gash she found. A sharp sting bit through her. She searched higher for another cut, contorting herself to find it.
“Let me help you.”
Abbey turned to find Sloan in the bathroom doorway watching her. His thick, black hair was damp and tousled. His blue jeans hung off his hips. His hard curves glistened from his shower. Abbey’s hands instinctively crossed over her naked breasts to hide them.
He chuckled. “It’s not like I haven’t seen them before.”
Crossing the room to her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to turn her toward the dresser. Scooping some salve onto his fingers, he gently rubbed it into her wounds. Abbey shuddered at his touch. His hands had a way of doing that—turning her into a puddle of goo.
He looked up at her with a concerned expression. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she breathed as she watched him in the mirror. She thought for a moment then, “You tried to kill me.”
“If I had wanted you dead, Abbey, you would be. I trust your da with my life. I don’t trust him with yours. You’re mine. I’ll protect you.”
“It was kill or be killed.”
He winked at her through the reflection. “Your da doesn’t need to know. Besides, you nearly killed me, too.”
Abbey felt her face flush warm. Her voice was quiet, “You left me in Belfast.”
Sloan’s fingers stopped. He wiped them on his jeans then caressed her hips with his hands. Nestling his head against hers, he let go a deep breath. “I thought I had ruined you. That I had turned you evil. Destroyed your soul.”
“You were disappointed in what I did.”
“Not in you. In myself. I could never be disappointed in you. It took your da to make me see. You and I are more alike than I realized. When put to the test, you adapted and survived. I thought I had found a perfect angel. In reality, I found the perfect complement to myself. The yang to my yin.”
Abbey turned to look at him. Her gaze wandered to his mouth. Lord, how long had it been since she had kissed him? The answer popped into her head. The night before he left for Belfast. Far too long.
Sloan must have shared the same thought because he parted her lips with his, his tongue tasting her, his breath stealing hers. She willingly surrendered as his fingers slid from her hips and up her rib cage until they reached her hands. He pried them from her breasts then replaced them with his. She gasped at the sensation.
Sloan broke free of the kiss then took her hand, leading her to the bed. An evil smirk spread across his face as he sat and pulled her to him. “What a pity, Abbey. You went to all the trouble of putting those pajama pants on just so I can take them off you.” He hooked his thumbs around the waistband and slid them down, leaving her naked before him.
Abbey didn’t need his encouragement. She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his as she kissed him, her fingers weaving in his thick hair. Slowly, her hands slid down his chest and abdomen until she reached the button of his jeans. Her mouth didn’t leave his as she popped it and slid the zipper down. Sloan lifted his hips enough to move the jeans and briefs past his butt.
Abbey didn’t give him time to take charge. She lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her.
She held him close as she made love to him, listening to his breaths come in ragged gasps. He clenched onto her tight, not allowing them to part even a little bit. She whimpered as she was pushed over the edge, her whole body shaking from the pleasure. His groans followed her as she felt him throb inside her. Looking down from her perch, she smiled at the sleepy look in his eyes.
“Luv, we have quite a bit of lost time to make up, don’t we?” he purred.
“That we do.” Abbey tugged down on Sloan’s bottom lip then covered his mouth with hers. He moaned as he flipped her beneath him, returning her fierce kiss with one of his own.

About Tricia:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.  Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices mixed martial arts, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children's activities.

Tricia is the host of the Blog Talk Radio show Freshly Booked, a part of Writers Online Network. 

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Get sexy on a Sunday #SexySnippets from Unexpected Storm, hang onto summer #eroticromance

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His breathing quickened.

She enjoyed making him breathless. She dragged his shorts down over his hard bottom with one hand, holding his cock carefully with the other. His shorts down around his thighs, she grasped his cock, curling her fingers possessively around the shaft. She wriggled the other hand between his thighs and bit gently around his nipples. She rested her head against his muscled chest and stroked his cock.

Will’s gasps quickened.

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Hi to author Jamie Salisbury the Flame Friday guest

Jamie has brought along a teaser for her soon to be released erotic romance from Secret Cravings Publishing

Rockin' the Boss

Max Frazier is an international rock music icon. Women throw themselves at his feet, but he has eyes only for one woman…his boss, Ashleigh Thomas.
As Ashleigh attempts to pull her entertainment agency from the brink of bankruptcy and the desertion of all her major clients, Max Frazier is the one constant who shares in her dream. While she negotiates a mega deal for Max, one that will certainly turn things around, Ashleigh finds her normal business as usual demeanor ruffled by long oppressed feelings of attraction and more for this much younger man
It isn't until Ashleigh digs deeper into her late husband's business dealings that she is faced with not only shocking details of what darkness he was into, but how far and wide his net of deceit reaches. As she begins the journey to find out, Max teaches her a new and erotic way of life she had until now, had only read about. Who better to teach and lead her on this journey than this hypnotic and seductive man.

  

Find Jamie online:

 

Blog: http://www.jamiesalisburyauthor.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.jamiesalisbury.com

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Welcome to Kellie Kamryn with her Hot couple in Fiction Anna and Taras

Tumbling Hearts:Love and Balance

 

 When his former elite gymnast tumbles after his heart, one man must choose between his sense honor and giving in to desire.

Anna Fortier has had the hots for her gymnastics coach since the first day he walked through the gym doors. Now nineteen years old, her feelings haven’t faded one bit. Soon to attend University in another province, Anna decides to act like the woman she is, and win his heart.

Twenty-four year old Ukrainian ex-Olympic gymnast, Taras Volkov, traveled to Canada to continue his coaching career and further his education to provide for himself and his family back home. A man who values honor, he fights his attraction to his beautiful ex-gymnast. When she declares her feelings for him, he takes a leap of faith in re-defining their relationship.

Life couldn’t be more perfect until a careless winter driver causes an accident that renders Anna blind. Taras vows to take care of her no matter what. But when he discovers his mother has fallen ill back home in the Ukraine, he is torn between his duty to family and his love for Anna. Their hearts may tumble as one, but will it be enough to keep them together?

 The Hot Couple

Time to meet Taras Volkov and Anna Fortier! Anna and Taras star in book 3 in the Love and Balance series, Tumbling Hearts.

Kellie: I’m sure all the readers want to know how you two met. Care to spill the beans? 

Taras: *face turns red* Anna, why don’t you field this question. It sounds better coming from you.

Anna: *kisses Taras noisily on the cheek* Oh, come on… You have to get over this some time. See—he used to be my coach when he first came to work at the gym. There’s only five years difference between us and we were instantly attracted to each other. 

Taras: I had to work really hard at hiding my feelings for her.

Anna: *nudges Taras with an elbow* He almost quit his job! Then when I turned eighteen, he continued to hide how he felt until I got up the courage to spill my secret crush on him.

Taras: *smile takes over his face* And I’m glad you did, Sonechku.

Kellie: Tell readers what that means.

Taras: *hugs Anna to his side* It’s a Ukrainian term of endearment meaning ‘my sunshine’. Anna is the light of my life.

Kellie: Was it difficult to transition your relationship from one of coach-athlete to a romantic one?

Taras: *looks to the ceiling* Yes!

Anna: *giggles* This guy always has to make things harder than they are. *shakes head* He’s always doing the “honorable” thing.

Taras: That’s who I am, missy!

Anna: Don’t missy me!

*couple starts poking at each other*

Kellie: *laughs* Well, you two do have a certain playfulness to your relationship!

Taras: *smiles a genuine, loving smile* She’s perfect for me. We know each other so well.

Anna: *blushes as a shy smile crosses her face* Yeah, we can read each other’s moods, and it’s so easy to talk about anything and everything with him.

Kellie: During this story, Anna, you certainly grow up. 

Anna: *laughs*I guess I do!

Taras: *snorts trying to stifle laughter* She is a fast learner!

Kellie: Would you like to enlighten readers as to what we’re referring to?

Anna: *clears her throat* I was so in love with this man, that I waited to have sex instead of giving my virginity to another man.

Kellie: Wow! In this day and age, not many young people wait anymore.

Anna: *shrugs* I did what was right for me. A guy I’d dated prior to Taras pressured me for sex. You can read all about that incident in Shelley and my dad’s story in The Perfect Score.  Anyway, after that, I decided I wanted to wait until the time was right for me.

Kellie: And was your “first time” everything you’d hoped for?

Anna: *snorts in laughter*Not exactly.

Taras: *slaps hand to forehead* Oh no…I’ll never live this down.

Anna: Let’s say he more than made up for it afterward. Kellie – how about you post the excerpt and let it speak for itself?

Kellie: Alrighty then! Just to warn the readers, it’s definitely PG!

The Excerpt:

Anna Fortier, virgin no more, lay next to a snoring man. What the hell?

Emptiness consumed her. She felt cheated somehow. Breanne had warned her a woman’s first time usually wasn’t something to write home about, but Anna had prayed it wouldn’t be that way, especially since she’d waited for her dream man.

Well. Fantasy bubble burst. What the hell do I do now?

Taras snored, and she shook her head. How can he sleep at a time like this? She wasn’t tired in the least. In fact, she had enough energy to clean his entire apartment and bake about five-dozen cookies.

Instead of satisfaction, frustration boiled her insides. She rolled onto her back, and his hand slipped to her abdomen. Still he slept. She expelled a breath and squeezed her thighs together, clit throbbing.

A myriad of sensations had bombarded her when she’d first taken his cock into her body—stretching, fullness, a complete joining. No pain either. What a relief. Probably splitting the balance beam a few times during her gymnastics career had helped. Irony at its finest.

Once she’d found her rhythm, her body hummed, a spark in her core ignited, and fire slowly spread throughout her system. She’d ridden him faster to see if she could bring it fully to life, but she couldn’t quite seem to get there. Then he’d finished before she’d even begun.

Anna sat up and swung her legs to the side of the bed, not caring if she woke him. Tears stung her eyes. Blinking them back, she headed for the bathroom.

While she washed her hands at the sink, she examined herself in the mirror. Two fat tears rolled down each cheek. Furious, she swiped them away. She didn’t want to feel disappointment over this. Where was the elation, the sense of completion? Instead her heart ached.

She tiptoed back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway, listening to him snore. Disheartened, she wondered if she could even wake him out of that sleep. She padded over to the bed and pulled the comforter aside. Her hungry gaze swept over him from head to toe. The hair on his muscular legs was light brown. His chest, arms, and back were all smooth, sleek muscle. My perfect man.

Her perfect man let out a snore that could be heard for ten city blocks. Gaze straying to his mid-section, she cocked her head in curiosity. A penis was an odd thing. Erect, they were so commanding, but flaccid—not impressive. She reached out, tracing a line up and down the length of a vein on his deflated member. His cock jerked in response.

A wicked idea formed in her mind. If the man had the nerve to fall asleep after her first time—their first time—she figured she was entitled to a little exploring with or without his consent.

Taras: And like she said, once I woke up—I more than made up for it!

Anna: *cups his face in her hands* Yes, you have—hundreds of times.

Kellie: I think our time is up for today. Thanks to you two for dropping in to give readers a little taste of the book.

Anna: Thanks for telling our story, Kellie.

Taras: *kisses Kellie on the cheek* Yes, thank you for bringing us together.

Kellie: *blushes and fans face* You are both welcome.

Anna: Say, when are you going to get working on your own happy ending?

Kellie: *rolls eyes* Oh not you two! Like I tell my friends—I’ve got it covered!

Anna: Just saying, Taras has some good looking friends he can set you up with.

Kellie: okey-doke! Thanks for stopping by 

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