So, for the wonderful inspiration given by the dear sweetheart, JB Miller, for posting hot pics of men wrapped up under the tree, here is her latest release and something sure to heat you into a tizzy!
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content – MF with a little MFF and FF thrown in.
In book three of A Dia Mclearey Novel: Dia has faced a lot in her young life and the Fates don't seem to be done with her yet.
Along the way, Dia begins to come into more of her powers—some she can control while others play off her emotions. She learns a great lesson in what is expected of family, whether born into it or through blood bond, when Dia comes face to face with the darkest of Fae. However, though they are feared by most, Dia never received that particular memo.
In this part of Dianthe's journey, she discovers what loss really is and that there is more in Heaven and on Earth than even Shakespeare could have imagined.
As the Hunt rides for answers, Dia learns a great lesson—even immortals have to deal with Heartbreak and Loss…
Hey! It's been awhile since I've posted, and finally took a moment to sit and think up something fun to get everyone on Santa's naughty list! So, to sexy things up with the holiday's approaching, comment below with a short story fantasy for one sexy Christmas Eve. Think outside of the box, make it hot, and I'll randomly draw a winner for a free copy of my new Breaking Protocol book, Home for the Holidays- A Hooah Christmas! Remember, the hotter, the better!
Here's a little inspiration I stole from a friend on Facebook... It just seemed to fit the subject, and is what inspired me to make this little event! After it's over, I'll post a hot little scene I come up with of my own!
Both of you ladies email me with your preferred format and I'll get them sent, because damn those were hot! Great job!!!!
As promised, here's a little scene for a steamy Christmas Eve..
I walked into the den with my still damp hair hanging around my shoulders, my body wrapped in a thick fuzzy black robe. The room was dark except for the colorful glow from the Christmas tree. I walked to the plush fur rug and propped up on a pile of throw pillows, staring aimlessly into the rainbow of colors. Since childhood, this had always been my favorite part of the holiday. There was something that pulled me to the peace that the tree cast and I had made it a point to include my little secret indulgence every year since.
With silky red pillows contrasting against the white fur of the rug and my black robe, I felt naughty.
I lay there, my eye lids growing heavy and the notion to get up and go to bed but couldn't muster the motivation. The air began to chill so I snuggled down more, my mind drifting to the same fantasy I'd had for years. This was the naughtiness of my ritual, a secret little fantasy I'd held locked deep inside. It always started the same....
I'd be spread out on my side, feeling the chill of the night and feel a sudden warmth to my back as a hard muscled arm wraps around my middle. Warm breath tickles my ear in a soft whisper, "Hello kitten."
My body goes rigid, an instant moisture pooling between my clenched thighs. "Sir," I gasp.
"Mmm. Good girl. I do hope you are naked under this," he says as he pulls the belt loose, slowly sliding it across my skin, exposing my shoulder. My breath hitches as my breasts meet the air, exposed and vulnerable. "So beautiful," he breathes against the back of my neck. A chill runs down my spine, my nipples pebbling into tight buds. His large hand grazed over my bare flesh, circling around to palm my breast, kneading and caressing. His fingers rolled my nipple, pinching with enough sting that set my body on fire. My back arched, my ass making contact with his already hard cock and I couldn't help but moan.
"Mmm, so sweet," he murmurs, his lips making contact with the tender part of my neck. His hand continues to uncover me, his mouth licking and nipping until I can't stay still. I roll over onto my back and look up in to the deepest pools of blue I've ever seen and freeze.
Staring down at me is not a strange face, but a familiarity I know so well...
"Jason?" I gasp. The man in my fantasies, who had been locked in my imagination year after year and only released in the most private of times was hovering over me, his chiseled chest accentuated by the sparkling lights. My body froze, unable to process.
Jason was my neighbor who had lived only a few houses down for years. We'd had many conversations and spent time together as friends, but I'd always kept him at a distance. My fingers graced over the lines of a a tattoo that spread down the length of muscled chest. It wasn't a normal tribal or ordinary marking, but of a sword that pointed down to the one place I yearned for. As my fingers navigated south, his eyes cut through me with enough intensity I had to clench my legs to ease the ache. This wasn't a fantasy. Somehow, I'd stepped into a reality that had brought my darkest desires to come true.
"Yes kitten, it's been me all along... and tonight you become mine." His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue consuming and claiming until I melted under him, turning over all control......................................................................