Showing posts with label colton and lila. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colton and lila. Show all posts

Saturday, June 16, 2012

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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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Just F*cking Fabulous ~ Six Sentence Sunday #sixsunday


Welcome back! Ready for another six sentences from 
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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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Busted ~ Soft Sounds of Pleasure #sixsunday



Another six sentences from my upcoming release, Soft Sounds of Pleasure.



Turning his back on her bare form was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, but Colton quietly spun around, praying to God she didn't wake. Lila had the right to masturbate on her own deck, and she probably had to, since Pete's accident had left him paralyzed from the neck down, but he'd had no right to see the proof.
The sound of a neighbor cranking his lawn-tractor might as well have been the jet engines firing up on the rocket ship he'd ride into Hell.
The voice she used in his fantasies when she begged him to fuck her stopped him dead in his tracks before he'd taken two silent steps.
"Examined and rejected, how depressing. Tell me Colton, how old is the lucky lady that's going to be the recipient of that most impressive bulge in your jeans?" 




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Sunday, May 27, 2012

Dilemma--Peek into Soft Sounds of Pleasure #sixsunday






I'm almost to the end of Dan and Cynda's story, meaning I'm at the point where I want to kill them both for being wayward characters who keep wandering off-task...a frustration every writer feels at some point, yet a huge no-no in a romance. So, I decided to give them a rest and show you a peek into the beginning of Colton's love affair. You remember Colton, right? He's the brother who suggested last week that Dan burn down the farmhouse to get rid of the gremlins hiding large black dildos in the kitchen drawers. His and Lila's love story, Soft Sounds of Pleasure, is only a couple of weeks from being released. Let's take a peek:


He was almost to the back door when he stopped dead in his tracks. His conscience began screaming for him to turn around. Shrieking at him, in fact, to get the hell off this deck and go back to his truck.



But his legs were suddenly as rigid as his dick.
He could hear the thousand tiny devils begin sharpening their blades.
Because his abruptly short-circuited brain was sending the message to his already-primed cock that Lila Walker was lying in the sun on her very private deck, wearing nothing but an over-sized pair of sunglasses and a coat of coconut-scented oil.

Poor Colton. What's a man to do when he sees his favorite fantasy-fuck so exposed? Will he walk off that deck? Or will he take advantage of the situation? 
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