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Monday, February 21, 2011

CON- Week!!!

Its Monday, lovelies--- and that would be exactly 4 days until the ole Southern Belle from Hell hits MystiCon 2011.  I'll be participating in panel discussions on erotic fiction, writing female genre characters, social networking and others.  I really hope that some of you can come over and keep me company at the beautiful Holiday Inn, Tanglewood in Roanoke, VA.  I'll have swag and a smart remark for everyone!  It's really going to be a blast and a half!  And as a special gift.. this week I'm going to try my best to give you a blog and a blurb from the WIP each day til Friday.  And then you'll have to check my Facebook for updates and photos from the Con.  So here goes....


His kiss was fast and hard-- taking her completely by surprise.  She found herself giving up to it, opening her mouth to invite him inside.  His tongue slid over hers with a maddeningly slow sensation.  She whined softly against his mouth and pushed her body against him eagerly.  She wanted more.  She wanted to take his breath into her body, giving it new life.  She pulled his lip between her teeth, rolling it gently against them and tasting the flesh.  After a time, he broke their kiss, pushing her gently back against the pillows.  
Sascha was panting, feeling a little embarrassed that she’d gotten so carried away.  Had she angered him once again with her maladroit manner?  She cast a curious gaze in his direction.  “Have I done something wrong, my Lord?” she asked with a nervous quiver.
“Only that you won’t call me by my given name,” he purred, leaning over her again to kiss softly at the crest of her cheekbone.  “Your passion is never wrong.  Merely unexpected.”  She nodded slowly in agreement as he ran his fingertips through the tangled mess of her hair.  They traced her jawline, coming to rest just under her chin.  He used them to tip her mouth upwards to receive him.  Just before making contact, he pulled back just out of her reach.  She whimpered and he chuckled, teasing her.  Over and over they played this cat and mouse game until finally she won, crushing her mouth against his until her lips were swollen and pouting.  “Slowly, love,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.  And then his lips were against the hollow just beneath her earlobe.  She purred when his lips took the small bit of flesh between them, nibbling gently.  His fingers roamed down her front to tangle in the strings of her bodice, pulling at them until the heavy brocade fell away, leaving behind the sheer silk chemise below.  She felt her cheeks light up and knew that they had turned bright pink.  She clenched her fists at her sides, wanting so badly to cover herself, but also embarrassed by her modesty.  The thin fabric clung to her body like a second skin, outlining every curve and settling into the V between her thighs.  She shifted uncomfortably in a vain attempt to soothe the burning that radiated from her center.  His thumb brushed against a small bruise just over the curve of her breast.  Sascha winced, trying not to whimper with pain.