Six Sentence Sunday: An Inn Decent Proposal by Sharon Buchbinder

This is from AN INN DECENT PROPOSAL, a novella contained in my new anthology, KILLER KISSES.

He ran a hand down her neck and found a hardened nub awaiting his touch through the thin lace. He lowered his head to her breast and sucked at the cloth, pulling her into his mouth until she moaned. Then he moved to the other breast,  but pulled the blouse down, exposing a claret-colored nipple the size of a silver dollar. He licked and sucked at that large, lovely rosebud until she clutched at his hair.

“Stop.” She panted. “We still have dessert.”

“You’re my dessert.”

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Six erotic sentences – Pandora’s Gift by Jennifer Lynne

My Six Sentence excerpt this Sunday is from one of my favorite romances. Pandora’s Gift is the erotic story of Flint, a war veteran who has seen too much, and Pandora, the woman who is destined to bring him out of the darkness towards hope:

Being here with her, a woman he didn’t know and was unlikely to see again after tonight, he felt as if she’d invaded his mind and his heart. Like tendrils of light, he could feel her coiling inside him, searching out the dark places, banishing them. The urge to let go, to let it all out, became almost overwhelming.

One hand had somehow wound itself further into her hair, and as if to get a grip on reality he pulled it, hard, pinning her head against the couch. She looked up at him, seemingly mute, but damned if he couldn’t hear her voice again inside his head.

Not possible.

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Six Sentence Sunday: Desire and Deception

This is from my erotic thriller, Desire and Deception.

The blanket tossed aside, an arm thrown over his eyes, Dan’s well toned chest and abdominal muscles rippled as his breath rose and fell. Dark brown hair tapered down his belly to where his groin was barely covered, but she’d take care of that minor obstacle in a moment. Sarah slipped the cotton sheet off and sucked in her breath at her husband’s full naked glory.

Oh, yeah, baby. Not bad for a guy pushing thirty-four. Tanned, rested and at the ready in all the right places.

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#SixSunday – erotic excerpt from EDUCATING ETHAN

This week’s six sentence excerpt is from the recently released EDUCATING ETHAN by Jennifer Lynne, an older woman/younger man sensual romance. In this snippet, Ethan is aware that he is being watched by one of his neighbors as he moves in to his new home:

Like putting on a strip show for an unknown audience.

He’d even partially undressed at one point, pulling off his T-shirt in the knowledge his muscles would be better displayed without the inhibiting material, hoping whoever was watching would be suitably titillated. He’d been bemused by his own actions, but the thought of the invisible watcher had been strangely arousing, and the slight heaviness in his groin added a sensual pleasure to the whole experience.

Moving house with a hard-on.

He could now thoroughly recommend it.

As he shifted and sweated in the heat, he’d been constantly aware of that invisible presence, like an elusive whisper of satin across his back, a feather-light caress along his jaw when he turned.

Book Junkie: “If you love May/December romances this one will knock your socks off.”

Long and Short Reviews: “…I just fell madly in love with Ethan and could eat him up with a spoon!”

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Sunday Snippets 2 – PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

Today’s Sunday Snippet excerpt is from PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne, an erotic romance about a returned war veteran who has seen too much, and the woman who is destined to lead him out of the darkness:

He felt heat radiating toward his fingertips from the shiny metal. He knew it was impossible, and yet tonight, the impossible seemed real. Here with Pandora, in their private little cocoon, disbelief could be suspended and anything could happen.

His fingers closed over the silver sculpture and he saw the shudder run through her as he caressed it, sweeping down one curving line and back up again, shifting his grip, releasing it, touching with feather-light caresses as she closed her eyes and moaned from deep within her throat. “So you feel that?” The roughness in his voice betrayed how hard it was to remain in control as she lay on the floor, arms and legs flung out in abandon, tendrils of hair going in all directions. He thought he had never before seen anything or anyone so beautiful.

“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s like torture.”

“Good. And what about this?” He leaned over and pressed his lips to the metal, nuzzling it, nibbling, the tip of his tongue reaching out to taste what would surely be the slight bitterness of metal. But, no, it was as if he tasted the delicate citrus flavor of her skin, sweet and heady and hot beneath his touch.

“Oh, Flint, yes, that feels so good.” She shuddered and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze squarely as he continued to trace the curving lines of her work. And all the while, he was watching her, watching as her lips parted and she moaned his name aloud, watching as her hands moved across her breasts, pausing at the nipples to touch, explore, pull gently before moving down her stomach to hover at her mound. “I feel you right here,” she whimpered, and the pressure and the heat in his groin grew almost unbearable.

“I feel you too, Pandora.” He knelt before the piece, one knee on each side of the large base, shuffling forward until he was hard against the metal, his gaze still linked to hers. “I feel like I’m pressed up against you.” And it was truly as if their bodies were entwined together, the extraordinary heat of the sculpture wonderful agony as he thrust, slowly at first then faster, his cock sliding up and down the uneven curves of her art as they folded themselves around him as if they, too, wanted to draw him in to their aroused and aching centre.

“Come here, Flint, please. Haven’t you punished me enough?” Her pitiful tone was almost his undoing, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t cease what he was doing. This was his turn, his time to be in charge, and they would come together only on his terms.

“No!” he commanded. “You come here.”

“Yes!” He closed his eyes and waited, heard the rustle as she shifted off the carpet, then her body was up against him, her warm breath tickling the back of his neck, her plump breasts pressed into his back, nipples piston-hard and angled upwards. She wrapped her arms around him, and her smooth thighs were hot against him as she kneed his legs farther apart. Her mound connected with his buttocks in an embrace so deeply intimate he almost came undone.

“Pandora. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking you with me, into the light.”

A chuckle bubbled out of him at her words, and with it a sense of freedom he couldn’t remember feeling since he was a child. “Am I dying, then?”

“Of course not!” Her laughter rippled across his skin, “This is living, Flint. Embracing life. And love. Welcome it.” As if to demonstrate, she held him more tightly, gentle fingers exploring, and he felt sandwiched between two halves of the same woman, shiny silver and soft flesh, surrounded by her heat and her delicious scent, his senses so aroused he couldn’t tell where woman ended and the metal sculpture began.

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