#MySexySaturday - Anticipation

#MSSWeek26

Welcome to the 26th week of My Sexy Saturday

Ever have a moment in a book where you just knew a sexy part was coming up? Remember the anticipation of two lovers coming undone, no matter if you saw a little or saw a lot? Everyone loves a good romance and those sexy parts can be wonderful. So can the anticipation of those parts. This week I want your sexy. I want to see everything that gives us that sexy thrill and then some. 

Writers love to write those sexy bits. Yet, we all know that each of us has a different idea of sexy. It can be the boy next door, that hot look, even the book you’re reading now. Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it doesn’t have pretensions but it does make us want to read those books.

Yes, writers are readers and we all love sexy!

The Rules  Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words

An unedited snippet from my upcoming family saga series Always Cambridge
 

He was overwhelming me again. As if this week away from him hadn’t heightened my obsessive need for him enough.   

I broke his hold on my lips. “Let’s go upstairs,” I breathed.

“And you think I’m presentable to walk through a crowd of people now?” He dropped his hips allowing me to feel his desire for me. He smoothed his hands down over my lower back coaxing me more fully against him.

“Walk behind me,” I said impatiently attempting to turn, but he held me. I looked up into his smouldering dark eyes, half-heavy with longing.

“I promised dancing...” he grinned.

“Yes, naked, as I recall...” And I couldn't wait to get him that way.

“What’s the hurry?" He was enjoying my eagerness.

  
 “It’s been a week. I need you now.” I admitted.

 

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday!

 

New From Lisabet Sarai - Her Secret Ingredient

Her Secret Ingredient – M/F/M BDSM Erotic Romance from Lisabet Sarai

Available 15 November from Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/her-secret-ingredient

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Her Secret Ingredient by Lisabet Sarai

Blurb

Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion

When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can't help being attracted to him.

Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily's show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne's consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can't do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever - until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.

X-Rated Excerpt  – From Extra Chapter!

The road dead-ended in a parking lot, empty save for our vehicle. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the iron railing guarding the overlook. The night was crystal clear. Not a wisp of fog obscured the twinkling majesty of the City by the Bay.

I grasped the balustrade, a bit nervous about the sheer drop on the other side. Standing behind me, Harry rubbed his rigid penis against my butt. Meanwhile, his hands snaked around to clasp and knead my breasts. “See what I mean?” he murmured in my ear, twisting my nipples at the same time.

“It’s—uh—it’s beautiful, Harry. But I don’t think…”

“Don’t think, Em. Just trust me.” He continued to fondle my tits with one hand, while sliding the other down over my belly to poke between my thighs. “I’ll bet you’re wet.” He probed through the jersey of my dress, finding my clit with his usual skill. “Yup, I was right. You love a bit of danger.”

“No, not really—ah!” He rocked my bead like a switch, sending spurts of electricity through my limbs. “Oh, God, Harry, we can’t do this here!”

“Why not? You let me fuck you on the studio floor the day after we met.”

“I— Oh, Harry, please…that was different…”

He had my skirt flipped up in back now, and my panties down around my knees. One hand had lodged inside the front of my dress, where he continued to squeeze my engorged breast. Meanwhile, he explored my wet crevice with nimble fingers, thrusting into my pussy, sliding over my lower lips, then making slick circles around my clit.

The smooth head of his bare cock bobbed against the backs of my thighs. How had he managed to get it out of his trousers while still teasing me this way? I reached behind me, wanting to grasp that lovely hardness and share some of my pleasure.

“No!” He caught my hand in a sticky grip and returned it to the iron pipe. “Don’t let go of the rail. Or do I have to tie you there?”

Lightning shot through me. I thought for a moment I’d faint and topple over into the abyss.

“Tie me?” Craning my neck, I tried to read his expression. Was he serious? The shadows made it impossible to tell.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre.  She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.

For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com)

Her Secret Ingredient

#MySexySaturday - Hurt So Good...

Sexy Me Crazy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSWeek25 

Welcome to the 25th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Ever have that special someone who just drives you crazy? I think we’ve all had them. In our sexy novels though, this can be the spice that sets the story on edge, where you can’t wait to read the very next word.

We as writers love to write those types of stories. Yet, we all know that each of us has a different idea of sexy. It can be the boy next door, that hot look, even the book you’re reading now. Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it doesn’t have pretensions but it does make us want to read those books.

Yes, writers are readers and we love sexy!

From my back list, the couple, that drive each other absolutely mad, have to be Mike and Hailey—That delicious, deep down, achy kind of arousal that borders on pain but is incredibly addictive—Hailey's had it bad for Mike for years, and Mike has only just begun to fight his feelings for Hails. It hurts so good!

EXCERPT:

He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.
 
I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.
 
His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him. He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.
 
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.
 
The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.
 
“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. 

He splayed his fingers into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me. He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”

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#MySexySaturday Not The Boy Next Door

 MSSWeek24

  The rules are simple Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words from a WIP or published work

For weeks now, we’ve talked about sexy, being sexy, wanting sexy, needing sexy. Yes, all of us need a little sexy in our lives. Sexy is the characters we write, the things they do and the way they act. They can be sexy in the most harrowing of circumstances and yet come across as the sexiest thing alive.

Readers love them, writers love to write them. But sexy is more than the act of making love. Sexy is books. Sexy is reading. Sexy is the boy next door who you’ve seen every day of your life.

Sexy is more than the word means. It really has nothing to do with looks or status. It has to do how a person feels about themselves and their world. It isn’t a size nor does it demand perfection.

So with that prompt from our gracious blog hop host Lynn, this week for My Sexy Saturday, I'm sharing a never before seen excerpt from my upcoming m/f/f ménage, The Best of Both Worlds, the sequel to Streetlight People. My editor and I have been working on edits this week, so why not. 

Andi exhaled heavily and leaned into the caress. Encouraged, I inched closer, until our lips almost touched, silently seeking permission. Andi made up the rest of the distance and kissed me softly, but it was only a quick meeting. Then she backed off, her gaze darting nervously. She wasn’t slightly buzzed, like she’d been the night of our threesome. She couldn’t blame her actions on inebriation this time.
 
“You want me to take over, don’t you? You want me to make it impossible for you to walk away. Not this time, sweetie. If you want me, come and get me.” And to tip the scale to my favour, I dragged a fingernail over the seam that covered her clit.

The Sequel to Streetlight People -  
The Best of Both Worlds

(Toni's story) ménage m/f/f

Totally Bound Publishing

Prerelease: 20^th December 2013

General Release: 17^th January 2013

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from The Best of Both Worlds. Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday!

I'm Being Interviewed at Female First @FemaleFirst_UK

I'm being interviewed today by Lucy Walton at Female First; the UK’s number one online women’s celebrity gossip and lifestyle magazine.  I'm talking everything from my latest release with Totally Bound, If You Can't Stand the Heat to why I'm such a hopeless romantic and I also shared some upcoming author news. I hope you'll stop by and check it out. Leave a comment if you'd like.

 http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/books/h-k-carlton-367251.html

There's also a steamy excerpt from If You Can't Stand the Heat in Female First's Sexy Story section.

http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/sex/h-k-carlton-367255.html

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Hollywood Bound Gin & Jazz by @MorticiaKnight

Morticia Knight and I decided to swap blogs for the day, both of us having new releases from Totally Bound this past week. Come on in and enjoy an excerpt from Hollywood Bound from Morticia's gritty new Gin and Jazz series...

Hi HK, thank you for having me at your blog today. Everyone be sure to visit my blog afterwards, and see what HK’s up to over there. She has an exciting new release as well – and it features food, my 2nd favourite thing after – you guessed it – SEX ;-) Oh wait, it has lots of that too, so what are you waiting for?

Hollywood Dreams in the Gin & Jazz Era

Hollywood Bound (Gin & Jazz 1), was just released and is only 99 cents! The Gin & Jazz series begins in 1924, and follows the story of the young and innocent Jack Stone as he travels from a vaudeville theatre in New York - with his best friend and new lover Nick - to Hollywood. They hope to find great jobs there working as set builders at a motion picture studio. It’s such a grand adventure because everything is so new to them. From hopping a train, to being intimate for the first time, to the excitement of being in Hollywood – they don’t know what to expect next. But after they arrive, they find that the glitz and glamour of the celluloid kingdom isn’t kind to new hopefuls.

In the following excerpt, the wall that has existed between the two young friends as Nick battles his desires for Jack finally breaks down. It’s the moment that forever changes what they are to one another.

Jack and Nick seek fortune and adventure in the silent film era of Hollywood. But their newly-expressed love is threatened by the heady allure of fame, gin and easy money.


They walked in silence, and Nick was sure that Jack didn’t know what to say to him lately, as Nick had been so stand-offish.

I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but what if I give in, and it doesn’t work out? What if I end up hating myself and him because of it? Then what?

They reached Huyler’s, and it was busier than usual. There were no spots at the counter, and the tables were reserved for people buying food.

Dammit.

“Come on kid. Let’s go outside for a smoke, and we’ll see if it clears up.”

Jack followed him out as he followed him everywhere, and Nick felt that clutching in his chest when he thought of how rotten he treated Jack sometimes. He didn’t mean to. It was just his way of making sure he didn’t get too soft with Jack, which would only lead to other behaviour.

“How much we got left, Nick?”

“Ten cents. Enough for a cup each until we get paid. This is the last smoke though, so we’ll each take turns puffin’, okay?”

Jack had a funny look on his face as though he were turning something over and over in his mind.

“We’re sure to get paid today, right?”

“If Pearson wants to keep his nose on straight, then yeah, we’re gettin’ paid today.”

“So it wouldn’t hurt if we took out another dollar, sat at one of the tables and had a great big pancake breakfast, with syrup and bacon and—”

Nick yanked Jack up by his collar. He was so angry, he could barely see straight.

“We don’t touch anymore of this fuckin’ money—you got it?”

Jack’s eyes were wide like saucers, and his lower lip trembled a bit. Nick let him go and looked away. His lust for Jack was consuming him, changing him into some sort of beast he no longer recognised.

Unable to face Jack, he turned towards him just enough to offer him the cigarette.

“Here. You take the rest.”

“Fuck you Nick!” he yelled, batting the cigarette from Nick’s hand.

Nick swirled all the way around just in time to see Jack running away. The kid was speedy, and Nick spurred into action. He had no idea where Jack was headed, but he was filled with a sudden terror that if he didn’t make things right, he might not ever see him again. That thought alone filled him with dread, and pushed him to move faster.

Just as Jack rounded a corner into one of the many filthy alleys that cut through the city, Nick caught up to him and slammed him against the wall.

“Let me go, you jerk!”

Jack struggled with him, kicking at Nick’s shins, but Nick held Jack fast, grasping his hands above his head and shoving his thigh in between Jack’s legs, giving him no room to get away or strike out at him.

Jack stilled, both of them out of breath from running like crazy men, their chests heaving with their exertion. Nick gazed down at Jack who was being careful to look to the side and not make eye contact. All Nick wanted in that moment was to claim him. To tell Jack that he belonged to him, with him, and nowhere else.

“I hate you,” Jack said softly, still not looking at Nick.

Nick’s heart was breaking, yet he could feel the hard outline of Jack’s dick pressed against his thigh. Jack liked it. He liked having Nick hold him there, restrain him like that. Be rough with him.

“No you don’t.”

Suddenly, Nick used his free hand to turn Jack’s head towards him. Nick pressed his lips against Jack’s and forced his way into his mouth. He explored and probed, enjoying the sweetness of him. It had never felt like this before. The hesitant little pecks he had shared with Penelope had been sterile and cold compared to this glorious heat. He deepened the kiss, sweeping the inside of Jack’s teeth and tongue, memorising every little nuance that was him. His man. His Jack.

Jack had relaxed in Nick’s embrace and was responding to him unreservedly. They were both hard and kissing with such an urgency that Nick knew if they weren’t careful they would end up fucking right there in the alley and risk getting arrested.

He pulled away abruptly, but still held Jack prisoner.

“Not here. We can’t take a chance gettin  caught.”

Jack had tears at the corners of his eyes, and Nick bent down to kiss them gently away.

“There, there, Jacky boy. It’s okay. Everythin’s gonna be okay.”

Jack choked on a little sob.

“I don’t hate you, Nick, I just…”

“Shh. I know. I’m an asshole. But I’m gonna be better. Haven’t I always taken care of you? It’s just because of this past week. There’s been Pearson and Oscar, and no food, and…fuck! That first night in the theatre… 

Look, I ain’t so good with words, but everythin’s gonna be okay, just don’t worry about nothin’.”
                                                                               
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If You Can't Stand The Heat