It’s the first day of summer if you’re north of the equator–the perfect time to think about heat waves and of course really hot books that are perfect for sultry beach reading. And if you’re below the equator, winter is starting, so friends in Australia, New Zealand and such climes might want some “warming” reading of the sort that leads one to snuggle up to one’s partner and get into some sweaty, fun trouble.
If you’re looking for hot, you’ve coming to the right place! All week, June 21-28, the Heat Wave Giveaway blog hop will feature naughty romance excerpts and better yet, each participating author will be giving away fun prizes to commenters.
Be sure to visit all the participants for more romantic and sexy reads and more fun prizes. There’s a full list with links at the bottom of this post.
Because the Summer Solstice is also our wedding anniversary, I’m feeling especially generous. One lucky commenter will receive my latest release, erotic science fiction romance Thrill Kinky, and also Rain at Midsummer, a fantasy romance featuring seasonal sex magic.
Want to know more about the books? Of course you do! And comment if you want to win ebook versions of them both!
Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken, except the first one to let go wins.
Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.
Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.
Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.
From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.
Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love
Definitely something in the danger-as-aphrodisiac theory, because in a fetid alley, with the law and outlaws both after them and her no doubt out of both a job and a home when the guys found out she’d dumped the slag and abandoned the floater, Rita was getting more turned on than she ever remembered being. She’d been excitable to start with, from the kiss, and from simply being around Drax’s dangerous good looks, but now she could feel herself getting slick, hot, ready for the cock that she could now feel all too well against her bare skin.
And his wings—marling stars, she’d never felt anything like the soft, sensual caress of all those feathers against her back, her ass. So good. His hands gripped and kneaded, and his wings stroked and soothed, and all the while he was kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, sending sparks down the connections from her lips to the mouth of her sex. Her common sense told her they needed to move, couldn’t take the time to play there when the overpriced thugs in the Fiero might show up at any second.
Her common sense lost the argument with her libido.
Did they pump pheromones in the air for Kenu Aram, or was Drax just that good?
Maybe she was more thrill-kinky than she’d ever guessed, or possibly just that horny. She didn’t want to calculate how long her most recent dry spell had lasted. Things were depressing enough with people shooting at them and the Malcolm’s best contract in ages turning out to be some kind of complicated larceny that would leave them as the obvious suspects for the theft or worse if they weren’t careful and broke if they were.
Maybe it wasn’t so illogical to be tempted to give in to pleasure in a world gone radioactive even by the high standards set by life on board the Malcolm.
She squirmed against him, wanting more, needing more. Begging for more with little, inarticulate noises breathed into his mouth because she didn’t want to stop kissing him long enough to speak.
With all Drax’s injuries, she was afraid to touch him other than with her lips, afraid to cause him further pain, until he moved one of her hands to his nipple. Already a taut little peak, it stiffened further under her touch as she caressed with light strokes, then, when he seemed ready, with firmer ones, rolling it between her fingers.
Not all of him had been hurt. At least one area was fine, one she’d dearly love to touch. Her other hand traced down his chest, skimming lightly in deference to his injuries. Skin like hot silk—real biosilk, not synthsilk, because they did feel different even if they were supposed to be chemically identical—covering steel. No, over something more valuable and beautiful than steel, something like that gold alloy they made on Xylac, a precious metal harder than titanium.
But when she reached his cock, she knew she’d found something more precious yet. It had looked promising while soft, but like just about everyone in the galaxy who liked to fuck penis-endowed people, she’d been disappointed that way before.
Not this time.
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An escaped slave daunted by freedom. A nobleman fighting his destined birthright. Their love defies logic, but when the spirits of the land speak, you’d better listen.
Nikos curses the day his brother died and left him as Lord of Thermanae. What’s an educated man to do in a place so backward his tenants expect the Lord and Lady of the estate to bring rain through sex-magic? Jaenna, a runaway Kulchu slave, curses the fate that forced her to flee a murderous master to the neighboring Soranian Empire. Freedom means frightening choices for a woman whose entire life has been spent serving men’s sexual whims, and she can’t communicate with the spirits of the land enough to work the healing magic that might earn her a respectable place here.
The forbidden desire that burns between Nikos and Jaenna could save them both, if they see beyond what they think they know. But it takes desperate need—and advice from a madwoman who may be crazy like a fox—for Nikos to see that magic isn’t merely a metaphor and Jaenna to learn that love is the most powerful magic of all.
Nikos sighed contentedly and ducked his head under the water, using his fingers to loosen the dust and sweat.
He popped back up, tossed the wet hair out of his eyes—and found himself staring at Jaenna.
Who was naked, and looked just as good that way as he’d imagined.
Her big, dark nipples begged to be touched. Her legs seemed to go on forever, but they didn’t. They soared up to round, voluptuous hips, the kind a man could hold onto forever. And between those long legs?
Between her legs she was bare, not a hair to be seen.
If he’d thought about it, he’d have said it would make a grown woman look like a little girl who’d blundered into his bath time and was gawking at naked Lord Nikos before she squealed an apology and ran off. Definitely a joy-killer.
Instead, it was delicious, revealing dark rose, pouting sex lips that certainly weren’t a girl’s. Definitely a woman’s, and an aroused woman’s at that, puffy and slick-looking, as if she’d been having erotic thoughts. Her clit peeked out between them.
It was all he could do not to jump out of the tub so he would press his face there and lick and suckle until she screamed.
No…she was clearly offering an invitation, but that would still be a little abrupt. A civilized man at least said hello first, even during the festivals, when you were expected to have sex with anyone who caught your fancy.
“Master would like his back washed?” the Kulchu woman said, her voice deferential and cautious, but throaty, promising untold delights in addition to the simple pleasure of having his back scrubbed.
Those delights would have to remain untold, he informed himself sternly, for all sorts of good reasons. That didn’t mean, though, that he couldn’t enjoy the more innocent pleasure of having a bath-servant for once.
He was a grown man. He could control himself, at least until Jaenna was gone and he could let his own hands and imagination do what he couldn’t, in good conscience, let Jaenna do.
“Please. That would be lovely,” he said. He leaned forward, exposing more of his back. “The soap’s…over there.”
She’d just climbed into the tub with him. Her legs brushed his as she settled down near him. “If Master would turn?” she said, putting one hand on his shoulder. Her breasts brushed his back.
“Nikos…” he said, hoping he wasn’t squeaking like a boy getting his first taste of female flesh and doubting he was ready for it. “Call me Nikos.”
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