Island Idyll: The series is complete

Today marks the release of the fourth and final book in the Bandicoot Cove series.

Yep, a month after the first two books, Exotic Indulgence and Paradise Found went on sale, Island Idyll finally hits the market. And I am stoked.

I enjoyed writing this book so much, that I wrote the sequel to it as well. Office Affair releases at Samhain next May.

The question is, which character/s from Island Idyll feature in Office Affair? I can’t answer that. Not yet anyway. Not until you’ve read Island Idyll.

And you’ll understand why, as soon as you read the blurb.

Island Idyll: The Blurb

Adolescent fantasies can grow into very adult realities.

Bandicoot Cove, Book 4

Sienna James has come to Bandicoot Cove to mourn the end of her eight-year relationship with Ben Cowley. The last person she expects to meet is the star of every one of her high school fantasies.

Joshua Lye is not only as appealing as he was in high school, he reveals she was the main feature in his adolescent wet dreams. As kids they never got it together. But they’re adults now, and there’s nothing keeping them apart.

When Ben arrives at the resort determined to win Sienna back, finding another man in her bed kind of throws a spanner in the works. But he isn’t deterred. Rather than admit defeat, he comes up with an alternative plan: Let Sienna sleep with both men—at the same time. Then she can make an informed decision as to which man she wants.

Sienna shouldn’t want to go through with this shockingly sexy plan, but she does. Desperately. Except after the sexual storm passes, she could have it all…or be left holding an empty heart.

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Product Warnings: Contains a suggestion beyond risqué, a solution beyond orgasmic, and two men who know how to play dirty. Really, really dirty.

Island Idyll: An Adult Exerpt

Ben carried her to the bed, laid her down on her back and lay beside her. Not once did he release her mouth. He kissed her as though he never wanted to let her go. Kissed with a soul-searing intensity. A chocolate-flavored delight that would have usurped her entire heart, her entire being, if Josh hadn’t chosen that moment to remind her of what they’d shared just hours before.

“Enjoy his kiss, princess.” Josh knelt between her legs. He was naked. Beautifully naked. He must have stripped when Ben had her full attention. “But don’t mistake his mouth for the one that’s about to show you fireworks.” And with nothing more than that warning, he hooked the backs of her knees over his shoulders, leaned forward and buried his nose between her thighs.

A sigh of untold pleasure burst from her lips.

As Ben kissed her, Josh made love to her pussy, licking, nibbling, adoring—just like Ben did with her mouth.

Bliss, sweet and hot, spread like fire through her cells. The nerves in her pussy danced, delighting in Josh’s attention to detail. They spun in dizzying circles, reaching higher, harder, faster for that pinnacle of ecstasy.

When Josh flattened his tongue against her clit and laved her, firmly, seductively, those nerves found their target, triggering an exquisite orgasm.

She groaned into Ben’s mouth as waves of rapture undulated through her. He kissed her through each delicious convulsion, and she kissed him back, his chocolaty flavor the perfect accompaniment to the sin of Josh’s mouth.

“My turn to taste you, baby,” Ben whispered when he finally pulled away, and Josh reluctantly ceded to him.

Island Idyll is available now at Samhain Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and your favorite ebookstore.

Don’t forget about the other three books in the series, including the third book, released two weeks ago: Tropical Sin

Happy reading,

Jess

Island Idyll – A Dirty Little Excerpt

(Yes, for those of you who noticed it, I am lazy. I posted this blog to International Heat and then copied it here.)

It seems as though the release date for Island Idyll will never get here. It’s still almost two months before the 4th book in the Bandicoot Cove Anthology becomes available.

So, just in case you grow weary of waiting, here’s a little something to tide you over until the big day. It’s a dirty little excerpt that definitely should not be read if you are under the age of 18 yrs!

ISLAND IDYLL – The Blurb:

Adolescent fantasies can grow into very adult realities.

Bandicoot Cove, Book 4

Sienna James has come to Bandicoot Cove to mourn the end of her eight-year relationship with Ben Cowley. The last person she expects to meet is the star of every one of her high school fantasies.

Joshua Lye is not only as appealing as he was in high school, he reveals she was the main feature in his adolescent wet dreams. As kids they never got it together. But they’re adults now, and there’s nothing keeping them apart.

When Ben arrives at the resort determined to win Sienna back, finding another man in her bed kind of throws a spanner in the works. But he isn’t deterred. Rather than admit defeat, he comes up with an alternative plan: Let Sienna sleep with both men—at the same time. Then she can make an informed decision as to which man she wants.

Sienna shouldn’t want to go through with this shockingly sexy plan, but she does. Desperately. Except after the sexual storm passes, she could have it all…or be left holding an empty heart.

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Product Warnings

Contains a suggestion beyond risqué, a solution beyond orgasmic, and two men who know how to play dirty. Really, really dirty.

ISLAND IDYLL – The dirty little excerpt:

Josh tried to appreciate the sun as it dipped over the water. Tried to enjoy the forty different shades of pink and red that painted the twilight sky. He tried furiously to feel some sense of shame or maybe even embarrassment as a couple strolled along the path, hand in hand, and smiled at him from a short distance away.

In truth he felt nothing but the lips around his cock. The warm heat of Sienna’s mouth as she sucked him in deeper, caressing him with her tongue. First, she twirled that sinful tongue around the head, and when she’d sufficiently tortured him enough, she twirled it around the length of his shaft.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. Barely a half an hour had passed since his first explosive orgasm, and thanks to the ministrations of the woman kneeling between his legs, he was headed for a second one. Fast.

Josh lifted his arm, heavy as lead, and waved at the couple. They waved back, oblivious to the fact that a luscious, naked goddess perched at his feet, treating him to a little slice of heaven.

She drew her lips off of him. “You waving at someone?” Her voice was husky.

Josh had to clear his throat to answer, and even then he spoke no louder than a whisper. “Yeah. A couple walking past.”

She gave a lusty groan and licked him from root to tip. “Think they know what you’re doing?”

“I’m not doing a damn thing, princess,” Josh reminded her. “And neither are you,” he pointed out with a disgruntled sigh. She’d ceased all mouth movement and regarded him with those darkened blue eyes he was beginning to adore. Her lips were swollen and parted, and every syllable she uttered sent warm breath fluttering over his dick.

“How does it feel,” she asked, mischief dancing over her face, “knowing they’re so close and have no idea what’s going on?”

“It feels…” He let his words drift away as she wrapped her lips around his tip and suckled gently. “Ah, Christ, it feels unbelievable.”

She kissed his balls. “What if they knew what we were doing? Or worse. Came closer to say hello?”

He didn’t have an answer. Dread fluttered in his stomach, right about the same time a fresh wave of blood slammed into his already engorged member. Precome leaked from his shaft.

Sienna moaned softly. “Can you still see them?”

Josh nodded, almost incapable of speech. “They’re…close.” Although they’d already walked past the balcony. Josh kept his voice low, praying fervently they didn’t hear him. What if they turned around?

“Keep your eyes on them,” Sienna told him. “Don’t look away. Not for one second.”

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Island Idyll releases on the 20th of Sep at Samhain Publishing.

If you’re too impatient to wait, it’s available for pre-order now at Amazon/Kindle, and at Barnes & Noble/Nook.

Jess

Full House: Available at last

Wahooo. It’s out. It’s available. You can get your copy now.

FULL HOUSE has released at Samhain.

So, in case you missed the last 25 posts on the subject, here is a little intro to Full House, and a spicy excerpt…

FULL HOUSE: THE BLURB

A full house beats a pair any day.

It’s been a long, lonely business trip for diamond dealer Max Ashberg. He’s missed his lover like crazy, and he’s come to the realization that he’s ready to take the next step: nominate himself to be Trev’s new housemate. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in “his” room. A woman—with the face of an angel.

Six weeks shouldn’t make a huge difference in a man’s life, but in that time lawyer Trev Greenfield has realized two things: He wants much more than a standing Friday night “date” with Max. And he’s falling heart-over-head for his new housemate, potter Grace Miles.

Grace never meant to fall for Trev, but when a power failure turns their chemistry into live electricity, there’s no denying the spark. There’s also no denying the shock when Grace discovers a naked man in her new home.

With Grace poised to run and Max teetering between confusion and growing lust for the delicious possibilities, Trev has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before it all slips through his fingers. Leaving them all with shattered hearts.

Warning: There’s a lot of sex in this book. I mean a lot! Hot sex. Sweaty sex. Gay sex. Straight sex. Ménage sex (M/M/F and M/F/M).  Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex. Sweaty romantic sex. Gay romantic sex… You getting the picture?

FULL HOUSE: AN EXCERPT

(Warning: Do not read if you are under 18!)

Max grabbed his keys and made for the door, anxious to get out of the house, yet reluctant to walk away. He had to get away from Trev, and he never wanted to leave his fucking side.

Jesus, he was a mess.

He didn’t make it outside. An iron fist clamped around his shoulder, physically preventing him from leaving. To anyone watching, it probably looked like a friendly clap on the back.

It wasn’t.

Des, Alex and Megan left, followed by the terrible trips.

Trev sent them all on their way with happy farewells and a carefree grin. Then he slammed the door shut behind them, slammed Max into the door and kissed him until Max dropped his keys, gasped for air and burned for the man torturing him with his mouth.

“You don’t walk away from me,” Trev exploded. Without waiting for Max’s reply, he yanked his shirt over his head. “You don’t get to spend six weeks out the country, then come back and fuck with my mind. Or my body.” He grabbed Max’s shirt around the neckline and jerked it up, trying to get it off. “You understand me?”

The rasp of cotton ripping should have shocked Max, but it didn’t. It just aroused him more, which shouldn’t have been possible, since that one kiss from Trev had him full to bursting. “Who’s fucking with who?” he shot back. “You said we had to talk, not me. You told me you were out.”

Trev growled and tore the shirt in two so it hung like a rag from his shoulders. Then he was back, crushing his lips over Max’s and pressing his naked abs against Max’s stomach.

Holy fucking hell.

This was what he wanted. This was all he wanted. Trev, so hot for him he didn’t stop to think out the consequences of his actions.

Trev wrenched his mouth away. “I told Des I was out, you stupid dickhead. And so what if we need to talk? You don’t tell me you have wet dreams about me and then leave. Ever. Jesus, if I had my way, you’d never leave.”

Never? The word made him see stars, made the world spin.

“You think I’d rather have a wet dream than fuck you for real?” Max grabbed Trev’s ass and hauled him even closer, ramming their cocks together.

Trev kissed him, again and again, each kiss harder and more intimate than the last. They made Max’s heart soar and his dick ache.

Trev’s irritation and Max’s frustration gave way to sizzling passion as they rocked against each other. The heat between the two of them could have started a fire.

It did start a fire. Max was in flames, so hot, so ready, so fucking in love, he couldn’t stand it. He flattened his hands against Trev’s lower back and slid them under the waistband of his jeans and undies until he held his hot, hard buttocks.

Jesus fucking Christ. This was it. This was what he wanted. Trev’s nude flesh against his.

And then hands were moving, fingers were busy. Belts came off and jeans flew through the air.

“Bedroom! Now,” Max demanded. He would have taken Trev right there on the carpeted floor, would have claimed him forever, if not for the fact he’d arrived here empty-handed. No condoms or lube. And for what he had in mind, they needed both. In copious amounts.

“Bedroom,” Trev agreed and wrapped his hand around Max’s cock.

“Trev…” The breath exploded out of him, and then they were kissing again. Kissing and moving, racing through the house in their urgency to get to Trev’s bed. Trev knocked into a doorframe but didn’t seem to notice, and Max refused to release his lips long enough to ask if he was okay. He’d check later. With his mouth.

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Full House is available now at Samhain Publishing.

And it’s on sale. You can purchase it for $2.45!

http://store.samhainpublishing.com/full-house-p-6300.html

Happy reading.

Jess

My current inspiration

I’m in the middle of writing the sequel to Winter Fire, tentatively entitled Ties That Bind (yes, that’s Jenna and Garreth’s story for all of you who’ve been asking) and I’ve found a song that’s inspiring me to write more and more.

I’ve only just recently discovered the wonder of The Script, but now I’m busy downloading a whole ton of their songs. (Can’t seem to help myself. Have you heard the voice of the lead singer, Danny O’Donaghue? It’s exquisite!)

This song is beyond beautiful, and every time I hear it, I just wanna write another love scene.

What do you think?

I know. Takes my breath away too.

So, you wanna see a little peak preview of the book? An unedited preview of the unfinished book?

Okay then…but please. No comment about bad spelling or grammar. This is a first draft!

Ties That Bind: A sneak peek

Seeing her all tied up was killing him. It made his heart beat fast and furious, demanding he touch her, hold her. Make her his. Once and for all. He could take her, just like that, bound to the chair, so she was powerless to refuse him.

The idea made him hard as a freaking pole.

Impossible idea though. He couldn’t do it.

“You know I hate you, don’t you?” she asked, very slowly and very clearly.

He dragged his gaze back to her face, looked into the eyes he longed to see brimming over with lust and desire for him again. The way she’d looked at him in the mountains, her eyes glazed with hunger… Christ, he’d dreamed about it every fucking night since.

Garreth shook his head, negating her words, seeing them for the lie they both knew they were. “You don’t hate me, Jenn. You hate that you can’t hate me, no matter what happened between us.”

Her eyes glittered. Not with hatred though. For all Jenna’s bluster, hatred was not something she felt for Garreth. The glitter reflected her struggle to maintain control. Her struggle not to give away one tiny glimpse of real emotion. She’d fight tooth and nail to hide her feelings, because that was Jenna. Hide it. Control it. Do not, under any circumstances, ever, confront it.

“Nothing happened between us.” She gave a nonchalant shrug.

Garreth couldn’t repress the smile that tugged on his lips. An arrogant, I-know-better smile. Because he did know better. He knew intimately better. “Nothing, hmm?”

Jenna stiffened and looked over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. Fine with him. He could stare at her breasts again. Fantasize. Wish.

And he could challenge her. In fact, he relished the idea. “So by nothing, you mean you never threw yourself at me? Never stripped naked in my arms and demanded I fuck you until we both forgot our names?” The memory twisted his balls. Made them hard as stone. Jenna, naked and shivering in his arms. Naked and pleading with him, to take her, finally. Make her his.

If he hadn’t relived that moment a thousand fucking times…

Jess

Winter Fire – a teaser

The 4th of Jan is approaching fast, and I haven’t spoken much about Winter Fire at all.

Thought instead of telling you about this novella from the Red Hot Winter Anthology, I’d post a little snippet for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy.

WINTER FIRE

“You have a choice,” he said as he kicked the door closed behind them. “I can spread a blanket on the floor beside the fire, and we can do this the slow romantic way.” His eyes gleamed with desire, with a fire hotter than the one across the room.

Her heart picked up speed. “Or?”

He kicked off his shoes. “Or I can toss you on the bed and fuck you until we both pass out.”

She slung her jacket over the couch. As if there was a choice. Sensual, dreamy and romantic, or hot, hard and ruthless. “Option two.” Dreamy and romantic were stored away for Jackson.

His lips twitched. “I had you picked for the heated-kisses option.”

“And I had you picked as a model. Apparently we were both wrong. Now you gonna keep talking, or you gonna fuck me until we both pass out?” Oh, yeah, when she met Jackson tomorrow, the last thing on her mind would be jumping him. She intended to fully satisfy herself on the delicious man before her.

His T-shirt was off before she finished the question. “Option two.” His smile scorched her all the way through to her bones.

She stared at him, dumbstruck. With his shirt on he was beautiful. Without it, he was panty-wetting, tongue-drooling gorgeous. Sex on legs.

Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her cardigan and let it drop to the floor.

“Bed?” he rumbled.

“Lead the way,” she concurred and pulled her shirt over her shoulders.

Garreth fiddled with his button and seconds later his jeans gaped open. Rachel forgot to breathe.

He tugged at her thermal silk undershirt. “Any more layers I should know about?”

“Just two.”

He shook his head. “No blizzards in Australia.”

“I told you, I hate the cold.” She lifted her arms and let him dispose of the silk.

His thumbs grazed over her covered nipples, making her tremble. They beaded instantly.

“Too many clothes,” he grumbled, and the cami she wore disappeared.

He gazed hungrily at her bra-clad breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Look closer,” she urged, and reached back to dispose of the black satin-and-lace bra. Her breasts sprung free, feeling heavier than usual under the close scrutiny of those emerald green eyes.

“Jesus, fuck,” he swore hoarsely, and then she was in his arms, pressed against the glorious wall of his muscular chest.

His full, lush lips took hers in a blistering kiss. A kiss so wicked it shook her very foundations. It burned off the cold, replacing it with a fierce heat that seared her from her mouth right through to her feminine core.

He tasted of scotch and man and sex—every bit as scrumptious as she’d anticipated.

Better.

She tunneled her fingers through his hair, holding his head close, molding her lips to his, pushing her body against his.

Ah, that erection. It felt good against her belly. A solid mass pressing into her softer flesh. She wanted it in her hand. In her mouth. Fuck, who was she kidding? She wanted it buried in her pussy. And in her ass. Hell, she just wanted it inside her.

She slipped her hand inside his open jeans and cupped it over his cock.

He moaned into her mouth, rocking against her hand.

Or maybe that was her moaning. He was thicker than she expected. And harder. She struggled to find breath. If he felt so good in her palm, covered by his boxers, how would he feel driving into her pussy?

Garreth broke the kiss to kick off his jeans and boxers. Toned, muscular legs were revealed inch by endless inch. His freed cock jumped up, slapping against his stomach.

“Yours too,” he said as his boxers hit the floor. “Take ’em off.”

She shook her head. “Can’t. Sorry. My hands are full.”

“Yeah? Of what?”

“You.” She wrapped one hand around his shaft, closing it around the silken steel of his erection. The other she used to cup his balls.

He threw his head back with a hiss, and she experimentally slid her hand up and down, testing his girth and his length. Both were impressive, yet neither overwhelming. He’d be a good fit inside her.

“Ah, Christ,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

For a long moment he stood stock still, letting her explore, feel, play. And then his patience snapped. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed.

“Carry on like that, Rachel, and it’ll be game over before we even begin.”

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Winter Fire releases on the 4th of Jan, from Samhain Publishing.

Jess

Visiting Paradise Releases on Friday!

Wooo hooo!

I’ve just discovered I have a novella releasing on Friday!

Visiting Paradise, a short novella which is currently available as part of the Boys Down Under Anthology, is releasing as an individual novella on FRIDAY at Aspen Mountain Press.

Am I excited? You bet. I knew it was coming soon, I wasn’t aware how soon.

I have no link yet, but trust me, I’ll post one as soon as it’s available.

Meanwhile, here’s the blurb and a hot little teaser…

VISITING PARADISE: The Blurb

Beth Brown needs a holiday. She’s burnt out, single and madly in love with the man who pays her salary, Joe Bastion. Much as she’d like to act on her feelings, Beth’s learned the hard way not to sleep with the men she works for.  As far as she is concerned, Joe is off limits.

Sometimes, to get what you want, you have to chase hard. And  Joe wants Beth  He’s organized the trip of a lifetime for her. Beth’s about to set sail into paradise, and she has no idea Joe’s the one who’ll be taking her there.

VISITING PARADISE: An Excerpt

(Be warned this an adult excerpt!)

En route to the galley to get a drink, Joe heard her call his name.  He turned towards her cabin.  The door was slightly ajar and he hesitated as he lifted his hand to knock.  When he heard her call out again, he pushed the door open a couple of inches and stuck his head inside to answer.  His words died on his lips.

Beth lay on the bed with her eyes closed.  She’d pushed her nightgown up above her chest, leaving the rest of her body exposed.  He froze, convinced he’d burst a major blood vessel.  If the actual sight of Beth masturbating hadn’t given him the hugest erection in the history of mankind, the erotic sigh that escaped her lips would have.  Beth fingering herself was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

God praise the thirst that forced me out of bed.

He’d known all along her cool, aloof act at work was just that—an act.  The woman on the bed was on fire, so hot she was practically smoking.  She had him smoking too.

He knew he should reveal himself, should cough or something.  If Beth opened her eyes now…  However, at that moment, he would have chosen seven years of torture over disturbing his sweet Bethy.

The light in the cabin was subdued, flashes of color flickering from the screen the only source of illumination.  It made the scene seem surreal, unbelievable, and completely inflaming.  A burst of laughter from the TV sounded abnormally loud and he held his breath, praying it wouldn’t disturb her.

It didn’t.  One hand teased her rigid nipples, the other stroked her wet folds.  The flashes of color accentuated her dewy lips.  He would gladly have given his left testicle to replace her hand with his.

She trailed her finger up past her lips and stopped to twirl it around.  Her back arched and another moan escaped her.  He struggled to breathe.  She was playing with her clit.  How many times had he dreamed of licking her there?  Of drawing his tongue over her engorged bud until she screamed from sheer bliss?

Christ, he couldn’t think clearly.  His dick was so stiff he could have run a sail from it.

She slipped a finger between her lips and moaned.  “Joe…”

He nearly tripped over his chin.  She was fucking herself and moaning his name.  That was what he’d heard earlier, when she’d called to him.  A wave of hunger blasted through him, so powerful he was sure he’d come on the spot.  Without even touching himself, he’d belt his load clean across the dining room.

Jess

Global Warning Blog Tour

To celebrate the first anniversary of International Heat, we’ve set up a Global Warming blog tour and invited some friends to join the party. And what sort of party would it be if we didn’t have prizes? During the week of March 13-17, we invite you to visit our blogs as we will each post a special red-hot excerpt, cover or review for you. Simply leave a comment at each blog you visit. Visit them all and your name will be thrown in the hat for a special drawing. Four winners will be chosen and they will be announced here on March 18. It’s that simple.

What are the prizes?

Prize one:

Waiting for Wednesday ebook by Mari Carr, Autographed print copy of Dream Machine by Jayne Rylon, Only Yours ebook by J.R. Patrick, Choice of backlist ebook by Rhian Cahill or ARC of Coyote Home

Prize two:

Choice of ebook backlist by Jambrea Jo Jones, Death, The Vamp and his Brother tote bag, plus winner’s choice of Lexxie Couper ebook, Choice of backlist title by Dawn Montgomery, Autographed copy of backlist print title by Nicole Austin

Prize three:

Bath and Body gift bag courtesy of T, Choice of backlist title and a package of TimTams from Jess Dee, Rodeo Heat by Desiree Holt

Prize four:

Choice of backlist title from Amanda Young, $10 gift card to Amazon courtesy of Valerie Tibbs , Choice of backlist ebook from Vivian Arend

Blog tour (you don’t need to go in order, but you do need to comment at all of them to be eligible for a prize.)

Mari Carr

Desiree Holt

Viv Arend

Pearl’s World of Romance

Jambrea Jo Jones

Z.A. Maxfield

J.R. Patrick

Carol Lynne

Jayne Rylon

Lexxie Couper

Dawn Montgomery

Valerie Tibbs

Larissa Ione

eBook addict

Amanda Young

Rhian Cahill

Nicole Austin

Jess Dee

Selena Illyria

Lila Dubois

My Red Hot Excerpt and Cover

Ask Adam – An Excerpt

The car had stopped. At some point, he must have pulled over to the side of the road. His eyes flamed. The ice in them had melted away.

“Lexi,” his voice sounded like gravel. “I have never fucked someone on the side of the road before. But I swear to you, if you say one more word, I will haul you out of this car, throw you over the hood and live out every word of that fantasy, right here, right now.” He swore. “Got it?”

She practically purred in her seat. “I’m so wet, Adam. That little scenario’s got me all worked up.” She undid another two buttons and slipped her hand into her blouse.

A muscle ticked in his cheek. “This road is deserted. No one uses it apart from me.” He dragged his breath in. “Believe me, Lexi, I do not make idle threats.”

Good. Her stomach lurched as she stroked an aroused nipple. “Damn, I’m glad I didn’t wear a bra.”

“Open your shirt.” It was an order, not a request. “All the way.”

With her free hand, she did as he said until the blouse hung open, revealing her braless breasts. “My nipples have been rubbing against the inside of the shirt,” she told him. “The soft caress of cotton is torture when all I want is the firm touch of your hand, the wet probing of your lips.” She tweaked her nipple and moaned, then touched her other breast.

He watched her, swallowed hard. “Your belt. Take it off.”

Leaving her hand on her breast, she unbuckled her belt, freeing it from her jeans. There was not another man in the world she’d do this for. Not out in the open, exposed for anyone to see.

“Now the button,” he rasped.

She raked her nipple, moaned again and undid the button. Only Adam. He was the only man she trusted enough. He nodded and motioned her to continue. She slid the zip down, aware of the irony of her trust. How could she know she was safe in his hands, when he’d shared almost nothing of himself with her?

“Are you going to do it, Adam? Are you going to fuck me here, on the side of the road?” Traffic from the main road was muted by distance. All around, nature called. Kookaburras laughed from hidden branches, a magpie cawed to its mate, and the wind rustled through the leaves of the surrounding trees. She could hardly keep still. Anticipation hummed through her veins. Would he do it? Would she let him do it?

“Take them off.” His eyes trained on her waist, on the hand that rested on her bare stomach.

She kicked off her shoes, lifted her butt and pushed her pants over her hips. “The thought is making me even hotter. I want you to, Adam.” Oh, she’d let him all right – and hopefully, in return he’d put a little trust in her too. “I want you to bend me over the car and take me.” She shimmied out of her jeans, leaving them in a pile at her feet. Shifting her legs a little, she ran her finger between them, tracing a line from her lips to her clit and back again. “Wet,” she muttered thickly.

“Get out of the car.” He sounded tortured.

She complied, opening her door and climbing out. Her body rejoiced in the freedom of space and she stretched languorously.

“Should I leave my panties on?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. By his expression, she assumed he was in no state to answer. A smile of sheer, feminine satisfaction tugged at her lips. Casually, she bent over and removed them, dropping them on the seat before taking a step so she stood at the side of the trunk.

She rested her bottom on it. The metallic paint warmed her buttocks, and the breeze cooled her bare flesh. “You coming to join me?” she asked without turning around. The sound of the door creaking was answer enough.

Expectation crackled between them. Blood pumped through her veins and need flared in her belly. She touched first one breast then the other, let her head drop back and her eyes close. Ran her hand down until it skimmed over the neatly trimmed thatch on her mound and made its way lower. She touched herself and groaned. Her lips were slick, moisture coating them, and she dipped inside and groaned again.

Footsteps crunched against the leaves on the ground beside the car, and then silence. He stood before her.

“In your office that day, I was so hot. You got me all worked up and I was so ready. I wanted you to take me, to fuck me like you’d said you would.” She shook her head, remembered the frustration that had rippled through her at the time. Remembered the anger in his voice. “You didn’t…you never… All you did was apologize.” She opened her eyes, looked at him. His shirt was unbuttoned and hung loose. His heavy, hooded gaze focused on her hand. “I didn’t just want your apology, Adam. I wanted your touch, too.” She wanted more than that now. She wanted everything he had to give her.

She slipped her finger out, and then pushed it back in again. “Aaah.” It took a few seconds before she could talk. “I still want your touch. But I… I can’t wait.”

“Give me your hand, Lexi.” She heard the effort it took for him to speak.

She reached for him with her free hand.

“Not that one.”

Reluctantly, she withdrew and held it out to him. He closed his hand around hers, lifted it to his mouth and then licked her with his exquisitely warm tongue. Slowly, gently, he licked. First the nail and then the tip, and then he drew the whole finger into his mouth and suckled.

She cried out and he released her, guided her hand back between her legs.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want…” He swallowed. “I want to watch you come.”

Oh. Sweet Lord. She wouldn’t make a minute. How could she touch herself while he watched and manage to stretch out the pleasure? Impossible. She dipped her hand between her lower lips, watched his mouth open and close, and pulled back out.

Sensation fizzed inside. Her lips were swollen, her groin sensitized. The look in his eyes as he watched her was possibly the most arousing thing she’d ever witnessed. Moisture dripped onto her hand and she used it to massage her clit.

“Adam. I’m…I’m so…horny.” Her voice caught as she struggled to speak. “Look what you do to me. Your eyes…watching me.” It was impossible to form whole sentences. “Makes me…heady, hot.” She fucked herself again, did it several times in a row. “I’m thinking of your cock.” Oh, she wanted it now. Wanted it deep, deep inside. She massaged her clit again. “I want it.” She licked her lips and massaged a little harder, aware of the sensation building up, the throbbing between her legs, the breathlessness. Aware of his eyes on her.

“Watch me, Adam,” she gasped. “Watch me, I’m going to come.” Liquid gushed as the sensation peaked. Pressure crowned and waves rippled over her. “Adam, oh God, look what you made me do.” She rubbed frantically as the orgasm rolled through her, the tremors carrying on longer than she’d expected. It was Adam. Watching her. The gratification it evoked was almost as heady as the rush of her climax.

“Christ, Lexi.” The words sounded as if they’d been torn from his throat.

Before the waves had time to settle, he put his hands on her hips. He pulled her off the car, flipped her round and pushed her shoulders down – just like their fantasy. Her breasts squashed against the trunk, her ass poked into the air. Her nether lips still pulsed from her orgasm, gleaming up at him.

The heat from the car warmed her nipples, soothed her breasts. She heard the rip of foil, felt his pants as they swished down his legs, and there he was, pushing into her, filling her. She’d craved this, worked hard for it. This and so much more. He readily surrendered his body to her – would he surrender his emotions as well? What about his past?

She gasped as he entered her, desire exploding within like giant fireworks. There was no time to adapt to his presence, to shift to accommodate him. He slammed into her hard and fast, repeatedly, his balls slapping against her.

“Oh, God, Adam,” she yelled. Rational thought became impossible. She wanted to connect with him on a deeper level – sex honestly wasn’t the only thing she desired from him. But at this point in time, it was the only thing she could focus on, the only thing she needed.

Before, her orgasm had been gentle, rippling through her in soft tremors. This one blindsided her. It came on swift and powerful and sent her into violent spasms of pleasure. She screamed as the euphoria engulfed her, as waves crashed around her, deafening her to everything but the sound of Adam’s moans. She screamed again as her inner walls clenched around him, nerve-endings igniting in a fire of pleasure, demanding his release. He gave it to her, his orgasm as wild and uninhibited as hers.

Ask Adam is available now from My Bookstore and More.

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Good luck,

Jess

Hot excerpt

If you’re interested, I have posted a hot little excerpt from A Question of Love over at International Heat.

Just check out today’s Friday Eve Snippet.

Oh, and be warned, the snippet is pretty hot. (Maybe not volcanos erupting hot, but still…it’s smokin’ up the screen.)

Jess

Now in print: Photo Opportunity

Yes, the big day has arrived. Photo Opportunity is now available in print, and I am over the moon.

You can get your copy of Photo Opportunity at:

1) My Bookstore and More

2) Amazon

3) Powell’s Books

4) Books A Million

Or you can order it from your favorite online bookstore.

I’m including an excerpt from Photo Op in this post. It’s the opening scene of the book. Enjoy:)

(Oh, and please – do not read it if you are under 18!)

Photo Opportunity

Can friends become lovers…Can lovers remain friends?

Daniel Tanner was a man who knew what he wanted, and what he wanted most lay naked on his bed, quivering in the aftermath of her second orgasm. The first two he gave freely. The third she would have to work for.
Her taste lingered in his mouth, a mixture of cream, honey and sex. He resisted the urge to lean down and taste her again. Instead his gaze swept over her body, taking in the swollen breasts, their dusky pink nipples puckered into tight beads. Her chest rose and fell in unison with her long, hard puffs, and her toned, shapely thighs were spread in invitation. The damp cleft between her legs glistened and Daniel thought he might well have a heart attack if he didn’t fuck her soon.
He ran a finger over her engorged clit and her hips bucked.
“Daniel…” Her softly voiced gasp was music to his ears.
Her gaze locked with his as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked. Green eyes turned hazy with desire and she moaned out loud.
He raked his fingers lightly over her breasts.
“Daniel, please…” She pushed her chest up, begging for more. He watched as she twisted on the sheets. Color tinged her cheeks and her hair spilled over the pillow in a tangled cloud.
She never looked sexier. Emotion washed through him, so powerful he shook. He fantasized about this moment forever and could hardly believe it was finally happening.
“Yeah, babe?” He knew what she wanted, but still waited for her to beg.
“Oh…” Frustration flashed across her face, and he couldn’t repress his slow, satisfied smile. She was in no state to talk, not after what he’d just done to her. He’d give her another minute. Watching her writhe like that was almost as arousing as watching her come.
“Please,” she said again and moaned.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
“You.”
“Show me.”
She whimpered and twisted again. With a strangled cry, she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts. Her fingers worked desperately at the taut peaks, pinching and kneading until she moaned aloud.
Blood shot to Daniel’s cock. A muffled groan caught in his throat and he rasped, “How does that feel?”
“So…good.” Her mouth opened the tiniest bit and the tip of her tongue touched her lower lip.
His heart heaved and his body went into overdrive. “Hey, sweetheart…” He drew his finger through her slick folds. She looked at him with pupils so dilated the emerald irises were barely visible. “You want more?”
She gave a vague nod.
“Want my finger?” He dipped it inside, and she jerked against his hand.
She shook her head.
“How about if I kiss you again?” He leaned down and licked her, replacing his finger with his tongue.
She shivered.
“No…” Her voice drifted from a million miles away. They both knew what she needed.
“So what is it you want?” He licked her again…and then again because quite frankly, she tasted too good to stop.
“You,” she moaned. “I want you.”

Jess