Crawling Into Bed With
Jorja Lovett
And a Good Book
Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
I'm
definitely a silk sheets kinda girl. There's something about the cool feel of
silk on my skin that does it for me ;)
What
are you wearing?
It
may be cliché but I do love to wear my sexy red lingerie in bed. I'll throw my
fleecy jammies on over the top if you want J
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Well,
I'm never too far from a box of chocolates. Would you like a Belgian truffle?
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
In
that one, there's a notebook and pen and a load of sexy underwear. It's the
bottom drawer that's X-rated!
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
I'm
too claustrophobic to do the burrito thing all night so I usually end up
kicking the covers off for some breathing space.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
I
like it the other way around with my bed partner lol
What
are we reading?
My debut novella, Pyramid of
Passion.
It's
about museum worker, Rosie Carter,
who starts a night shift by finding her
secret crush, security guard Nick, screwing a redhead in the office. Running
from her attraction to him, she distracts herself with the newly acquired
Ancient Egyptian exhibit. The Gold of Valor catches her eye--a pendant bestowed
on Pharaoh's soldier, Edifu. Its mystical powers transport her into the bedroom
of the man himself who thinks she's a gift from the gods and worships her with
his mouth, his tongue...
She discovers the joy of sex and a new found confidence with her hunky warrior and she's caught between her fantasy life and dull reality. When Nick starts to show his true feelings towards her, Rosie has to decide what it is she really wants.
She discovers the joy of sex and a new found confidence with her hunky warrior and she's caught between her fantasy life and dull reality. When Nick starts to show his true feelings towards her, Rosie has to decide what it is she really wants.
Excerpt
"Hmm. Your strange attire would indeed appear
ineffective armor for the Goddess of War. If you are not the Goddess herself
and she has not sent you, then perhaps Qadesh? Such a gift from the Goddess of
sexual pleasure would surely increase a mortal's prowess on the battlefield
tenfold." He drew a thick fingertip from the hollow of her throat to the
zipper on her smock. Rosie had gone from Goddess to sex toy in one fell swoop.
That channel of need Nick's earlier performance opened up
now swelled within her at another's touch. Adrenaline buzzed through her
eradicating rational thought and she clung to facts where she could find them. "You're
a soldier?" she asked.
"Yes. In King Rameses' Army." He rasped the zipper
up and down in wonder, exposing and covering her goose-pimpled skin until she
wanted to rip the damn thing off herself.
When she set aside the pleasures of her flesh for a moment,
the importance of his words filtered into her brain. His obsession with the
simple metal fastener of her top coupled with the exotic dreamscape forced her
to ask the question, "What is your name?"
"Edifu." With one final tug, he unzipped her
uniform and pushed it from her shoulders.
Okay! If, somehow
this whacky set-up could possibly be real, was she really ready to leap into
bed with the first Ancient Egyptian soldier to try it on with her?
Large hands cupped her breasts through the white cotton of
her bra. When he bent to kiss her full on the mouth, she gave herself over to
the moment. If, on the other hand, this was all fantasy, why deny herself a
starring role?
"By the Gods, you are a true beauty." His husky
voice on her lips commanded a rush of liquid desire to flood south.
How long since a man
paid me a compliment? Kissed me with such reverence? Too long. She returned the passionate kiss with interest; let her
hands explore the broad expanse of warrior chest available to her.
The humidity of the night combined with the radiating heat
between their responsive bodies, soon became too much to bear. Besides, she
couldn't wait until Eddie here figured out the complexities of the modern bra
clasp. Under his lust-filled watch, Rosie divested from the remainder of her
clothes.
He took a step closer and she shivered in his shadow.
Masterful male fingers palmed her uncovered breasts, his sun-kissed skin in
relief against her porcelain complexion, and stroked a thumb across her nipple.
It stood to attention and he rewarded it by sealing his mouth around the pink
tip. Gasps of delight seeped from her when he suckled and his tongue joined in
the courtship.
Powerful arms lifted her and carried her over to the bed to
lay her on the virginal white linen sheets. Totally at his mercy, she was
enjoying every sinful second. For however brief a spell, she would revel in her
womanhood and experience this man with pure abandon.
She reached for his granite-hard cock. He caught her
searching hand and pinned it to the bed above her head. With a sensual smile he
started a slow descent along her body, marking a path with a trail of wet
kisses. Starting with her mouth, he moved down the center of her body,
diverting only to pay homage to one unattended breast. Goddess or not, soldier
boy seemed intent on worshipping her.
Pyramid of Passion is available now through Breathless Press
http://www.breathlesspress.com/pyramid-passion
AND
Into
The Wild- Excerpt
“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David
jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt
to divert her attention from his flirting.
Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith
opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his
built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular
landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a
black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real
thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable
fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t
certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what
they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all
and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed,
and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well
they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her
eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.
“Harry?”
Another step.
“Or Dick?”
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his
Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep,
he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to
garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her
cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card
game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the
balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and
not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side. Taking up position at the top of the
staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to
watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the
gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the
card school below.
“How much?” he said
without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where he
was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated
the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company
only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.”
If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play
her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the
barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his
premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out a
squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs
and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road
would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the
advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here,
darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every
bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to.
Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into
her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the
sudden turnaround in the chase.
Minimum effort was required to free
her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy
hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re
beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to
change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her
skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent
words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath
her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the
cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and
wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and
paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer
inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his
crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?”
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild
abandon? She certainly hoped so.
As if reading her mind, he ripped
her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his
hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
His silver belt buckle wasn’t so
co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this
darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch
and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of
his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the
cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she
pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black
curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being
overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In
compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his
hands on the dresser and braced himself.
With the building friction along his shaft, he
moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with
the promise of what was to come.
Into
the Wild is available through Evernight
Publishing
And BookStrand
Thanks Lee xx
ReplyDeleteI know I've said this before - but I love this 'Crawl into Bed' series of yours Lee...and Pyramid of Passion sounds really interesting Jorja Lovett...added to my TBR pile (growing pile lol)
ReplyDeleteLol Thanks Havan :)
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