Sawdust and Comfort ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact.

Snorting aloud, Amy rose on her toes and tossed the huge towel over the top of the rail holding the shower curtain before adjusting the water temperature. As though every woman in town hadn't tried to 'comfort' Eric De Marco? Now that Daniel and Colton were off the relationship market, competition was sure to increase for the last unattached De Marco brother. This year would likely be a banner one for adding new notches to his bedpost. Assuming he had any bedposts left. Rumor had it the man was a sex machine. If he actually carved notches in his bedposts, he probably had to suck up the sawdust with a Dyson and buy a new bed every six months. 

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Barter ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact

"Lila said not to expect cash for rent," he informed her, his sexy grin seeming to grow hotter. "Maybe we can work out some kind of barter."

Barter.

Amy's normally agile mind went completely blank. An image of the frozen doe she'd dodged when driving down the remote private road leading to the cabin the night before morphed into her head.

"I… um… I suck at c-c-ooking," she finally stammered.

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Pierced ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact.

Working toward her mouth with his lips, he eased the palm of his other hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, seeking her slit. With his middle finger, he pierced her slick little cunt roughly. At the same time, he pushed past her lips. He thrilled at the vibration of her moan against his invading tongue; his heart soared at the way she pushed back onto his hand. Her pussy was so tight he could barely get a finger inside her. 

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Of Whistles and Wax ~ Incidental Contact #SixSunday

Good grief, Sunday again already? Where does the time go?

Six more from Incidental Contact, Book 3 in Those Devilish De Marco Men series.

(unedited excerpt. subject to deletion.)

Eric leered at her from the middle of the kitchen. "Every man in America should come home to a view like that, baby girl."

She pried her hands from over her hammering heart so she could flip him the bird. "Please tell me you've seen my whistle."

"Oh, I saw it alright," he agreed, snapping his fingers. "That reminds me, I need to get you an appointment for a wax."

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Innocent ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact, Book #3 of Those Devilish De Marco Men, coming in January from Silver Publishing.

She was like a foreign species, half woman, half child, Eric thought, suppressing a groan. Where was the artifice, the coyness he'd become used to from women? He took off his jeans and boxers, half hoping she'd panic at the sight of him. To foster the idea she could still call this off, he leaned back on the arm of the couch, when what he really wanted to do was pin her down, settle between her soft thighs and fuck her till she screamed out his name.

"Oh."

The single word as she studied his erection with rounded eyes made him wonder whether she'd thought all cocks were the same size.

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Incidental Contact~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

I'm going to give Wildly Inappropriate a rest this week, I've chosen my six sentences from Eric's story, which has a fresh new title: Incidental Contact.

(these six sentences are unedited and subject to deletion)

She went all wet and needy when he began to divest her of her bulky sweater, his hands steady and sure as though he'd undressed a woman a thousand times. Her nipples hardened into throbbing darts.

"Be sure, Amy," he rasped, tossing the garment aside to hook one finger beneath her chin,  studying her face with his incredible hazel eyes. "Be sure this is what you want, because in a very few minutes, there'll be no going back. I'm going to learn your body the way I learn a new car, so I know exactly what makes you hum. I'm going to figure out what it takes to make you scream and how to make you beg. I'll memorize the sounds you make when you come, so I can play them in my head while you're at school."

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Mesmerized ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Wildly Inappropriate.

"I suppose you're willing to put that in writing?" His fist finally stopped moving. He released his hard-on and strutted down the few steps from the porch. Mesmerized, Cynda watched his heavy shaft bounce as he moved. At its base, she doubted she could close her fingers around it. She swallowed, feeling a little aroused in spite of her fear, finally recalling what he'd said.

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Wildly Inappropriate ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

 Wildly Inappropriate released yesterday on the Silver Publishing site, so my six sentences are from that story, the second release in the series Those Devilish De Marco Men.

Leaning against the porch post, Dan replaced his hand around his newly-throbbing shaft, stroking his fist along the waking length while watching her through narrowed eyes. "You can get in your car and go tell Brian the orchards still aren't for sale." His grin got wider as she continued to stare at his hand rather than his face. "But do tell him I thank him for finally figuring out the skinny bitches he's been sending aren't my style. Give him my compliments on picking a woman with an ass a man could really get into, not to mention how fucking fine you look in a collar. But sugar, your taste in clothing is wildly inappropriate."

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What Do You Use a Toast Fork For? ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixsSunday

Six more from Wildly Inappropriate.

He reached over her shoulder to the plate rack, feeling for the ornate Victorian toast fork, palming the item so she couldn't see it.

The end designed for lifting toast from a tray wasn't quite the width of his palm, but that wasn't the end he planned to use. The handle wasn't as thick as a cock, but it was about seven inches long. It was hefty and roughly the diameter of a bottle cap at the widest point. He rubbed his thumb over the raised spiral pattern circling the handle. He thought the texture of the sterling would give her pleasure.

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Outrage ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more from Wildly Inappropriate.

Honey chile, ever' woman's gonna pick her own pain.

That was her gram's favorite saying about men. Cynda had yet to find a man she felt was worth suffering for. She tried to see her beloved grandmother's face, to keep from unhooking the damn leash and starting the long walk back to the highway. She couldn't afford to dwell on the insult of being chained in some white man's yard, but fury burned within her that a black man would suggest this… this… outrage. It didn't take a genius to figure out this landowner must be some redneck who didn't want black neighbors.

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Slavery ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more sentences from Wildly Inappropriate

What kind of black man would force a black woman show up at some old white dude's house, offering to reenact the Civil War—not the fighting part, but the slavery part?

She knew the answer. The kind of black man that claimed to be all about community, but in reality just stole houses from little old ladies like her grams.

She'd refused, but two days later had gone slinking back to his office, agreeing to try his plan. She'd had no other choice. Though she felt what he'd done to Grams was illegal, no lawyer in town would take her grandmother's case without payment. Tied like a dog to this truck, Cynda knew how abandoned puppies and kittens must feel when folks threw them out.

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No Control ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Another six from Wildly Inappropriate.

She had no control. No way to stop him from going too deep. Panic flushed through her. The act of forcing his cock down her throat was primitive, and her reaction was primal. She fought to breathe, struggled to free her arms so she could save herself from choking.

 He paused, and a look of disappointment flitted across his face. 

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Wildly Inappropriate ~ Six Sentence Sunday and Cover Reveal #sixsunday

Edits are in for Wildly Inappropriate, so that's the story I'm pulling my six sentences from today. The release date is set for September 8th.

Her hair was straight, with a few half-hearted waves. He pictured the heavy length if allowed to re-assume its natural kink and volume. He'd prefer it that way, he decided. As long as he was standing in the shadows of his own kitchen, making over a strange woman to suit him, he'd strip off her garish makeup too, and he mentally removed her nail polish along with her clothes.

But because his father's blood ran in his veins, he'd leave the chain around her neck. No, he'd replace the chain with his belt.

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The Boy Toy ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six sentences from a free story in progress.
Each week, I'll be writing a new bonus scene available as a free read from Silver Publishing, based on my series Those Devilish De Marco Men. This week, Lila runs in to her former best friend who chastises her for not waiting a full year to start dating, as well as for dating a much younger man.

“Hello, I’m the Boy Toy, but mostly I answer to Colton. I don’t believe I've had the pleasure.” She felt his arm go around her waist and saw him offer his other hand for Pam to shake. The warmth of his big body caressed her side in much the same way his voice heated at the word “pleasure”.

Lila wished for a split second that God would send a bolt of fire and kill her right there on the spot so she could go find Pete and kick his ass all over Heaven for dying. Even if the bloody Baptists were right and he wouldn’t be paralyzed from the neck down any more, she’d jerk a fistful of feathers off his new wings and jam that damn halo everyone in town had assigned him down his throat before she kicked him right square in the nuts, for leaving her alone to start over at forty in a town about the size of a postage stamp.

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When a Soldier Cries ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six sentences from my upcoming release, When a Soldier Cries. 

(unedited)
Tanner bolted out the door the instant he heard the first feminine shriek of outrage. His years in Special Ops made him immune to panic, yet he pushed himself for top speed because Cotton was a nasty piece of work. Cotton’s father Wayne was the ring-leader behind thefts of military equipment, and the suspected leader of a bunch of home-grown terrorists calling themselves Patriots of the New Dawn. It had been Tanner’s idea to find out where the Patriots were stashing the stolen equipment by getting close to Wayne’s incarcerated son. Undercover at the medium-security juvenile prison since the day Cotton arrived at Jackson, he was working his ass off to get close to the little prick when all he wanted to do was strangle the kid.
He’d tried getting close to the shrink too, thinking she’d be a good alternate source of information on Cotton. 

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Unfortunate Reaction ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Another six from Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

Jonah gets his coveted baseball team tryout, and while watching, Colton's thoughts stray to Lila.

     While part of his brain tracked his nephew's actions as the boy did some stretching exercises, another part of his mind conjured the image of Lila all buttered up on her deck.

Colton jerked forward suddenly, placing his forearms over his knees and surreptitiously trying to adjust his jeans as he glanced around. This was not the place to pop wood. Some parent might think he had a thing for little boys, damn it.

He had trouble losing the hard-on though, because every time he blinked, he saw her. And sure enough, before he got his problem under control, some guy tapped him on the shoulder.

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What Made Her Special ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more sentences from Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

The realization dawned on him then that part of what made her so fucking special was her loyalty to her man. He and his brothers got propositioned by neglected housewives all the time, but Lila's very inaccessibility had fueled his fantasies. The knowledge that she was forbidden and utterly beyond reach was part of what had made her prime thought-fuck material. Somehow, her brazen offer angered him, because her shamelessness seemed to dull her bright image in his head, but he was damned if he'd turn down this chance to fuck her. Lust overlaid with his ire made his voice ragged.

    "If I'm reading you correctly, you'll be the recipient. Where's Pete?" 


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Seduction ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more from Soft Sounds of Pleasure:

True to what she probably thought of his damn gender, he hadn't spared much more than a glance at her face. Because he had her face memorized, dammit, but it was the rest of her he'd needed to see. How long had she watched him while he'd let his eyes feast on her?

But his now-jubilant cock was even more perilously close to ejecting his load as the implication behind her words sank in.

He whirled around and damned if she wasn't touching herself, one pink-tipped finger slowly circling her clit, making his cock leap in his Levi's. This woman was absolute hell on his self-control.

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Unforgettable ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

Six more sentences from Soft Sounds of Pleasure.

Colton recalls meeting Lila for the first time, a decade before.

And then, she'd lifted the hem of that damn t-shirt and wiped the sweat from her face, revealing the creamy bottoms of her generous breasts, as well as a firm, tanned tummy, all shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Cut-off jeans had been barely hanging onto her slim hips. Colton had been riveted by the sight as a single bead of moisture slipped from between those breasts, meandering down her tummy to pool in her belly button. And he'd come, just like that. 

Some nights he jerked off to that memory. After ten years, it still possessed the power to make him come. 

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Just F*cking Fabulous ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday

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Soft Sounds of Pleasure?

"I'm sorry about Pete," he burst out, his voice sounding about as ragged as she felt. "I'm sorry I didn't know, Lila, are you...are you okay?"

She was, if you didn't count the fact she had house payments to make and Pete's life insurance wasn't in any hurry to pay up. She was doing fine if you didn't count the fact all her old friends had deserted her. She was absolutely peachy as long as her mother-in-law kept her distance. She was just fucking fabulous if she didn't let herself think too much about her only child being deployed to Iraq.

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