A very warm welcome to my blog, and thank you for dropping in on Week 120 of My Sexy Saturday. This is the bloghop where erotic authors share seven scorching words, sentences or paragraphs to spread a little love at the weekend.
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Our intriguing theme for this week is My Sexy Galaxy, perfect for the sci fi or paranormal writers among us. Since I’m not one of those I thought I’d break ranks and share a few paragraphs from Red Skye at Night. I’m celebrating this week as the book has been nominated in the light BDSM category for the BDSM Writers Con Golden Flogger awards. If you get chance do check out the list of nominees – it’s a mouth-watering feast of kink
Here are my seven (or so) paragraphs:
“Are you happy, Hope?”
I frown at him, squeezing my cunt around his cock. Surely he doesn’t want to chat, not right at this moment. “What, now? Yes.”
“Now, and generally?” He draws back, his movement slow, deliberate. He holds that position for a few moments, his cock once again poised at my entrance before he plunges it deep again.
I sigh, closing my eyes in utter contentment. At last…
“Hope, I asked you a question.” Again he’s withdrawing, holding his body perfectly still above me. He waits. I wriggle. He pulls back farther. “Hope, answer me.”
The bastard. He knows just which buttons to press. “Yes, yes I’m happy. Delirious. Just fuck me, please. Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing. It’s just that the only time I can get a straight answer out of you is when you’re desperate for an orgasm. It tends to focus your thinking and engage your interest rather. You are desperate, I take it?”
“Yes I’m bloody desperate.” I grind out the words.
“Who are you talking to, Hope?” His voice is low, but the Dom tone is there, unmistakable.
I groan inwardly, even as I try to repair the damage. “Sir. I’m desperate, Sir.”
And here’s the blurb:
Two strangers, one outrageous proposal, and the journey of a lifetime.
How far would you go? To Skye and back?
A random accident as a teenager wrecked Hope Shepherd’s aspirations to be an international athlete. Now working as a taxi driver, Hope is unsettled by a sexy Canadian she picks up at the airport. With his good looks and easy charm, he’s just the sort of man she can do without. But can she afford to turn down his offer?
He offers her a small fortune to drive him to Scotland, where he hopes to discover his ancestral roots. And not just anywhere in Scotland. Harry McLeod wants to go to the Highlands, to the Isle of Skye.
He is persistent, and Hope needs the cash. But what are the real terms of this outrageous deal?
Harry McLeod desires Hope, and the attraction is shared. If he can get her in his bed—or better still, tied to it—will she allow him to peel away her protective layers to release her inner submissive? Harry is stern, uncompromising, outrageously sexy and utterly irresistible. How will Hope respond to his dark brand of sensuality? Does he offer more than a generous fare and a few erotic encounters?
When they reach Skye, a feud spanning four generations challenges all that Hope thought she was coming to know about submission. Will it be enough to convince her that this could be a relationship to stand the test of time?