21 May 2016
My Sexy Saturday blog hop introduces My Sexy…Spaceship!
In the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, authors post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or even 7 scintillating words on a particular theme. This week’s theme is “My Sexy Spaceship.” How could I resist sharing a snippet from Thrill-Kinky, the first in my science fiction romance series “Chronicles of the Malcolm“? I couldn’t, of course. I’m not very good at resisting temptation. Here’s a scene when our hero and heroine are stealing private time before going into a potentially deadly situation.
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Drax kissed his way down her body, reveling in the hard muscles under her soft skin. A lot of spacers got a bit flabby, since there was no need to move around much on a spaceship and there often wasn’t space for a gym onboard, but Rita seemed to take the conditions as a challenge and then met the challenge. He appreciated that more than he was taking the time to show, because the smell of her arousal was driving him crazy and he couldn’t bring himself to linger.
He ended up sprawling off the bunk and onto the floor. Not the world’s most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter because his head was between Rita’s strong thighs and she was pushing her hips up to bring her sex closer to his tongue. He tucked his hands under her ass, raised her to his mouth, and before long he was getting drunk on her heated musk, on her soft cries, on her spicy tang. “I was so anxious, thinking about tonight, but so hot thinking about climbing that building, and how much better it would be if you could meet me on the roof, and I’m going to…” She broke off in a moan, her hips rolling, pushing her sex against his questing lips and tongue. He moved one hand from under her buttocks, slipped a finger, then two fingers, inside her sex. Wind and stars, she was gripping, but at the same time, so slick and open. His cock ached, yearning to be where his fingers were. He flicked with his tongue as he fucked her with his hand. Suddenly she stiffened, convulsed around him, crying out something that started out as his name and wound up as a ragged wail.
Rita was still shaking when she tugged on him and said, simply, “Please. Now.”
He held himself over her for a second before he ended. Her green eyes were wide, the blackness of the pupils almost overtaking the color. She looked a little afraid, and very turned on despite the fear, and Drax said, “You are so beautiful,” because she was and she deserved to hear it. She’d always deserve to hear it, especially now, because thrill-kinky was one thing and deliberately heading into potentially life-ending danger to help his planet was another.
His heart was weighted with emotions he couldn’t name, and Rita’s eyes said hers was too, but all she said was “So are you.”
Then she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him down and the hot, wet nebula of her sex drew him in, and it became impossible to think about anything except the fusion of his cock and her pussy. He tried to take his time, but it felt too good and she had both legs around him now and obviously didn’t want him to take his time because she had a rhythm of her own going, a rhythm that was much closer to what his body craved than the slower pace he thought he should set for his partner’s sake. As he’d imagined, she moved under him, fucking him as much as he fucked her, using the impressive strength of her deceptively slight body. Before long, they’d found their pace, one that might leave him aching in funny places, assuming he lived long enough to find out.
And the hell with worrying one way or the other about that possibility. Time enough to think about that when he had detangled himself from Rita’s sweet, sexy body. Right now he was as alive as he could be and so was she, and right now was all anyone was promised, even nashbets who sat on their fat asses in offices and never risked their hearts, let alone their lives.
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Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken: except the first one to let go wins.
Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1
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.
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Hope you enjoyed! By the way, I’m working on revisions to Buck, Naked, book 3 of the Chronicles of the Malcolm series. I don’t have a release date yet other than “late summer or early fall”, but I have a gorgeous cover that I’ll be showing you all soon.
hot and sexy teaser! Thanks for sharing.
Angelica Dawson
May 21st, 2016 at 11:10 AMpermalink