I was invited to participate in this Small Press Treasures Blog Hop by the lovely ladies at SER Awesomeness, who were so
awesome to list me among their favorite indie or small-press authors. Between March 17-24, be sure to go to their site to sign up for more prizes by clicking on the blog hop image below!
But wait! Before you do that, you won't want to miss the excerpt and prize package *I* have put together
for you here! Keep reading! I'm a day early, too, but will be busy all day getting ready for the Kentucky Romance Writers open house tonight (Hyatt Place, Lexington, Ky., exit 108 off I-75 from 6-8 p.m.--be there if you can!) and our annual workshop tomorrow.
At last, the sleep that had eluded her since Adam was
injured beckoned. She surrendered...
Adam’s hard body nestled against her backside, and his arm
curled around her waist with his firm hand cupping her breast. She’d had erotic
dreams of Adam before and gave in to this one, snuggling against him. His
erection—larger than she’d dreamed it in the past—pressed against her ass. The
hand on her breast stirred and his finger and thumb rolled her nipple, causing
her hips to jerk back against his hard penis.
Karla gasped. Too real. Her eyes flew open to find herself
in near darkness, but she came fully awake in an instant. This was no dream.
More like a dream come true.
Adam!
He continued to play with her nipple, teasing it to the
point of pain, sending jolts of electricity to her girly bits. She held her
breath, not wanting to wake him. Not wanting to stop him.
Touch me.
His hand left her breast and roamed across her abdomen. Oh,
dear Lord, had he heard her silent plea? Or had she spoken the plaintive words aloud?
She raised her leg, tenting the covers, giving him easier access. Usually she
slept in the nude, but the thigh-length t-shirt had been her concession to decency
while watching over Adam. She wore no panties and knew she was seconds away
from having Adam’s fingers on her…
Touch me there, Adam.
His hand continued to glide down her body, over her hips,
onto her bare thigh, then he stopped. No!
Not yet! He stroked her inner thigh and pulled her legs even more open, and
his hand moved upward. Her heart pounded in her ears.
Oh, yes, love. There.
If he stopped now, she’d surely die. She licked her lips,
which had gone dry. When had she started panting like a dog in heat? Oh, dear Lord. She should wake him. This
wasn’t right. He didn’t even know he was with her. He could be dreaming of Joni.
No. She wouldn’t think about his dead wife now. Joni was
gone. Joni couldn’t give Adam what he needed anymore.
But would Karla stop him, even if she wanted to? She needed
his hands on her so badly. Had craved this moment for so many years. When his
finger slid over her clit, she gasped. So sensitive. The little nubbin went
into spasms. She’d touched herself there before with her fingers and her
vibrator, but no one else had ever done so. What a difference—not knowing how
he would caress her, where, when, how much pressure.
His finger delved between her curly folds and pressed
against her pussy’s very wet opening. He entered her, filling her tight hole,
but didn’t go far before he pulled out again and returned to touching her clit.
She’d dreamed of having Adam touch her like this for so long. Now he was doing
just what she wanted. She’d always hoped one day he would make love to her.
But not like this.
She had to wake him. Whether he was in a deep sleep or under
the influence of the pain killers, it was wrong to take advantage of him like
this. She scooted onto her back to face him and he nuzzled her neck, his
whiskers scratching against the tender skin there. Her clit throbbed against
his finger.
“Oh, God, Karla. Now you’ve invaded my fucking dreams.”
Karla? He’d said
her name! Adam was dreaming about her.
Not Joni. A delicious euphoria spread through her that felt like when she hit a
particularly high note with perfect pitch. She relaxed and smiled, wrapping her
arms around his neck, then easing away again when she remembered his injuries.
His finger continued to stroke her clit, and she rocked against his hand,
moaning.
Don’t stop, Adam.
Her heartbeat sent an insistent throbbing to her clit. More. Oh, dear Lord, she wanted so much more
of him. As if he heard her, he raised his body, groaning in pain. Marc had said
he should avoid strenuous activity. Oh, God. How strenuous was too strenuous?
All lucid thought vanished as his body hovered over hers, his
finger inside her. Instead, she thought about whether she should stroke him; how
she should move. With tentative fingers, she stroked his bulging, corded biceps,
shivering at the raw power there, despite his having been weakened from the cougar
attack.
“So wet,” his voice rasped.
His finger entered her again. Then another finger. Oh, God, yes. She bucked her hips up
against him.
“I can’t wait, kitten. I promise I’ll go slower next time.”
Kitten. The
endearment melted her into a pool of Jell-O.
He pushed his sweatpants off his hips, releasing his penis.
His very hot, hard penis which now pressed against her pussy. He rubbed the tip
against her cleft, from her vagina to her clit, again and again. Oh, yes. At last, he was pressing
against her pussy, pushing himself inside, slowly filling her. Her hips bucked
up toward him, taking him deeper.
“So fucking tight.”
His finger stroked her clit and she moaned as waves of
sensation spread through her. She felt as if she would fly off the bed.
“Yes, Adam. Don’t stop.” His finger moved faster. “Oh, God!”
She moved her hands up to stroke Adam’s chest. His pecs felt like steel. “Oh, please,
don’t stop!” Her hips began to buck even harder, against his finger, his penis.
“Come for me, kitten.”
His finger against her clit stroked faster, sending waves of
electricity throughout her pelvis. “Yes. Oh, Adam, yesss!” She found herself just
on the edge of a precipice, hovering above the unknown. Step off. Fly. Her breathing stopped. “Oh, oh, ohhhh!” So close. She
wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. With a
groan, he rammed his penis fully inside her.
Her scream of pain filled his mouth and brought his body to
a halt. The unanticipated pain registered in her mind a half-second later. Tears
stung her eyes. She’d read about the breaking of a woman’s hymen and how much
it was supposed to hurt, but she’d had no idea. Luckily, just as quickly as the
pain had come, it receded.
“No fucking way.”
She opened her eyes to look up at him and found Adam staring
down at her in disbelief as realization dawned.
She whimpered. She wanted. She needed.
“Adam, I saved myself for you. I wanted only you. Please don’t
pull away from me now.”
The look of torture and remorse on his face hurt exponentially
more than the hurt she’d felt a moment ago. “What have I done, Karla?”
Kally's Small Press Treasures Giveaways
Free download of Masters at Arms (Rescue Me Intro)
Everyone's a winner on this item!
to get your copy, good through March 31, 2012)
Drawing March 25 for one lucky winner!
There will be a drawing the day after the blog hop ends to select a winner from all commenters on this blog post, using random.org. So, be sure to leave a comment. Let me know what you think about the excerpt, the series, the books to come--or say whatever you'd like!
Free Copies of TWO E-books in Rescue Me Series!
Nobody's Angel (Rescue Me #2)
Nobody's Hero (Rescue Me #3)
Nobody's Perfect (Rescue Me #4, due out in May)
Nobody's Dream (Rescue Me #5, due out in August)
An Evil Stick with a Purple Heart
(Okay, if you have a Dom or Master in your life, you'll want to hide this one. OUCH!! The evil stick was made by the awesome Toymaker, a Dom who helped me with Master Adam's Shibari scene in Nobody's Hero and is now helping me with Damian's scenes with Savi in Nobody's Perfect. I think a similar stick will be used in a scene with Damian and Savi, I just haven't written it yet.)
