LOVE IS IN THE AIR by Maria C. Ferrer

  

This is the Last Stop on RWA/NYC’s

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR.

Thank you for joining us on this adventure.

"Are you with anyone?” At the shake of her head, he pulled her into his row.

“Great. Join me. We’ll catch up. My mom raved all weekend about the surprise 50th birthday party you just threw for your mom.”

Rita smiled. “Did she tell you about the….”

“The Stripper? Yeah. Now she wants one too.”

“But you and your brothers gave her a cruise last year for her 50th?”

“According to mom, it didn’t count since it didn’t come with …Mr. Long? Mr. Horse?”

“Mr. Banana.” Rita laughed at the expression on his face. It was then that she noticed that he was holding her hand. It felt nice. She squeezed his hand and got a returned squeeze in turn. “See what you miss for living so far away.”

“I’m actually moving back to New York.”

“When?” Her heart tripped over itself. She assured herself it was just because the plane was taking off. 

“In June. But it’s going to be weird. I haven’t lived in the city for five years. Going to have to rediscover the Big Apple once I get back.”

“Call me,” Rita offered, “I love playing tourist.”

“I’m going to take you up on that offer.” He squeezed her hand.

Rita felt delicious shivers dancing up and down her spine that had nothing to do with being hundreds of  feet above the ground.  Nick was coming home… at last.

 

© 2013  LOVE IS IN THE AIR by Maria C. Ferrer

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Maria C. Ferrer is the President of the Romance Writers of America / New York City chapter and a member of RWA PRO.  Maria writes contemporary romances under her name, and steamy erotica under the name of Del Carmen.  “Their” work has appeared in anthologies by Cleis Press and Ravenous Romance; and in such magazines as Star, Cosmopolitan for Latinas and Penthouse.  To read more excerpts – and finish reading the story above – visit Maria at www.marializablogspot.com and at www.mydelcarmen.com.

 

 

THE END

 

Note that all the excerpts will continue to be available on our blogsite.  Happy reading.

 

THE LEYSTREL by Chasarina Sei

 

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

He watched her as he waited for a response.  He took in the thickness of her hair and wanted to bury his fingers in her silky tresses.  He wanted to remove all those clips and watch it cascade over her voluptuous curves.  He watched her lips part as if she were about to speak.  He couldn’t take it anymore.  He had to taste her again.  He took a step closer and pulled her into his arms.  Arousal exploded through him as her soft curves molded to his unyielding frame.

Her startled eyes flew to his and her lips parted in a startled “oh!” as he bent his head and cover her mouth with his.  His mouth was hot and demanding.  She willingly surrendered to his demand.  She allowed him to sweep her into an erotic vortex.  His arms wrapped tighter around her as he drew her tighter against every hard inch of his body.

Her mouth became his carnal playground.  Her taste drove him wild.  He forgot her innocence.  Forgot to the promises he made to himself when she told him it was her first kiss.  He did however, keep his promise to her.  He held her head in place and slowly, sensually, devoured her mouth.

© 2013  THE LEYSTREL by Chasarina Sei



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   Chasarina Sei is married, a mother of two, and a grandmother.  By day, she runs a print shop on Long Island.  By night, she is a paranormal romance writer.  THE LEYSTREL is the first book of a series. Stay tune for more from this new author.
 

BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE by Lena Hart

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

His eyes then fell to the slender hand that rested lightly on his hard chest. The silver bracelet he’d given her for her thirteenth birthday sparkled in the sunlight, the charms dancing in their chains.

She gazed up at him and he knew he had to taste her. At that moment nothing else mattered. Leaning down, he captured her soft lips with his.

She stood still for a millisecond then melted against him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers. He brought her hand up to his neck and she looped her other arm around him and clung.

He was on fire now. She pushed her body fully against him and his need quickly took over his self-control. Grabbing at her lush bottom, he lifted her against his thick erection. She cried out but he caught the soft whimpers and continued to devour her.

With her arms wrapped tightly around him, he moved them forward, never lifting his mouth from hers. He braced her against a tree and lifted her so that he settled neatly between her smooth thighs. She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, enveloping him within her soft body.

 © 2013  Because You Are Mine by Lena Hart

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Lena Hart writes sensual romances with a hint of mystery and suspense. Her novella, BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE, is currently available and her debut novel, BECAUSE THIS IS FOREVER, is scheduled for release Fall 2013. To learn more about Lena and her work, visit www.LenaHartSite.com or find her rambling at www.scatblogging.blogspot.com. You can also friend her on Facebook or follow her on Twitter.

 

 

A DRAGON'S DEBT TO APPLE PIE by Mac Perry

  

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

  

I make for the palm pad on the cell lock.

The Torch jumps to her feet and wraps her hands around the bars. As I punch in the key code, I catch her green gaze rolling down my torso. Her cheeks flush the second her eyes lock on what just stretched another impossible inch under the heat of her stare. Pouty lips slightly part as she exhales softly.

Something primal and male and knowing puffs up inside of me. She does want me. New methods of torturing my prey flitter across my mind. “I guess it’s true what they say.”

She meets my sidelong stare. “You can lead a donkey to water, but it’s still an ass?”

I press my hand to the palm-recognition pad.

The cell door slides open with a bang.

She steps out of the cage and angles her chin upward from where it meets the center of my chest.

I’m now painfully confident in my best guess at her cup size. “We always want what we can’t have.”

The Torch’s green eyes narrow. Her hand cups my groin, fingertips reaching around my sac.

I refuse to bat a fuckin' eyelash.

“You know what else they say, Apple Pie …”

That sultry voice makes me wanna bash my head against the wall. I clear my throat, clench my teeth, and think about my grandmother’s tits.

She gives my balls a little tug.

I think I just broke a tooth.

“The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

 © 2013  A Dragon's Debt to Apple pie by Mac Perry

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   Born in Boston, Massachusetts, to a predominantly Irish Catholic family, Mac Perry always been surrounded by natural-born storytellers. She has practiced for nearly ten years as a creative arts therapistin New York City, working primarily with women, trauma, and addiction. Writing, drawing, and painting have always been her passion, and she strongly believes in the power of the creative process. Visit her at www.macperry.com, www.macperrysblogspot.com, www.facebook.com/mac.perry.writer,and www.twitter.com/macperrytweets.

 

A SIMPLE TRYST OF FATE by Lydia Hill

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

INTRO:  A traveling saleswoman claims her erotic independence during one dark and stormy night with a stranger:


I lowered myself next to him on the worn mattress, itchy with need. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when he slid the large hand off his erection and onto my thigh.

“Pretty.” Fingers plucked at the soft, pale pink fabric of my summery dress. It looked innocent and virginal beneath his dark, rough hand. I stared at a brutal puckered scar that stretched all the way up his forearm and wondered what violence he’d suffered. He slowly slid the fabric up my thighs, calloused fingertips skimming over my bare knees. As he stroked my skin, his touch grew rough and possessive and his fingers inched toward the juncture of my thighs where moisture pooled. I shivered in expectation.

This would no genteel interlude. He was no staid, businessman seducing me after dinner and cocktails. There’d be no bed covered in pristine sheets in a climate controlled environment. I would not be having a sedate orgasm before getting a sterile good-night kiss. The anticipation of the unknown made it all the more arousing. I’d abandoned my poised indifference along with my silk and pearls. I was lying there wet and quivering with lust, waiting impatiently to be screwed senseless by this dark, linguistically challenged stranger.

His fingers moved by infinitesimal degrees. Insidious sensations crept through me until every cell of my being was bursting with want. I watched his hand as it moved, as he pushed my dress across my lap, exposing me.

© 2013  A SIMPLE TRYST OF FATE by Lydia Hill

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Lydia Hill is the naughtier alter ego of erotic romance author Lise Horton (what could be more fitting for a Gemini?). More of her hot erotica can be found on the blog http://blackrosediaries.blogspot.com and her bittersweet short story, “My Master’s Mark” will be the closing piece in the upcoming Cleis Press anthology, SLAVE GIRLS, edited by D. L. King (slated for Spring 2014 release). Visit both ladies at www.lisehorton.com.

 

 

BLIND LOVE by Ursula Renée

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

 

“You know nothin’ about me.”

          Shawn smiled. He had learned all he needed to know by the end of her first week on the ranch.

          “You’re a strong woman who’d never back down from a challenge. You’re also sassy and stubborn. I know everything I need to know except…” He paused as he brushed his fingers across her cheek.

          “Except…except what?” Raven’s voice faltered.

          He felt her shiver as the energy between them changed. Over the past couple of weeks, their relationship had evolved from employer and employee to friends. But, no matter what he wanted that was as far as they could go. Once they crossed the line, there would be no going back.

          “I don’t know what you look like.”

          Stray strands brushed across the back of his hand. He tucked them behind her ear, then fingered the thick braid that hung past her shoulder blades.

          “What color is your hair?”he asked, while telling himself he would back off once he created a picture of her in his mind.

          “Black.”

          He traced the shape of her narrow eyes with his other hand. “And your eyes?”

          “Brown.”

          He examined her high cheekbones, narrow nose and full lips with his finger tips.  The more he touched her, the more he wanted. He knew he should walk away for the sake of their friendship, but he couldn’t; not when she had lips that were meant to be kissed.

          Shawn lowered his head until he could taste Raven’s lips. His hands dropped to her waist. He pulled her closer until her body pressed against his.

© 2013  BLIND LOVE by Ursula Renée

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Ursula Renée is the co-Vice President for RWA/NYC. She recently sold SWEET JAZZ, a historical romance, to The Wild Rose Press. When she is not writing, she enjoys photography, drawing and stone carving. Visit her at www.ursularenee.com.

 

 

THE STARS THAT TREMBLE by Kate McMurray

 

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

 

Most baroque concertos followed the same pattern.

The first movement was usually fast, something to catch the audience’s attention. It was an allegro or a prestoor perhaps a vivace—fast and bright. The excitement of first love, the initial rush of lust. Sex started that way, with excitement and urgency. It was grasping and pulling. It was mouths fused together, licking and biting, nails pressed into skin. It was the violin tremolo in an opera’s prologue, designed to crescendo and build anticipation. It was trembling fingers and limbs, fluttering hearts, shallow breaths. It was music swelling. It was the rending of garments.

No longer able to wait, Mike and Gio tore clothes off each other as Gio pushed Mike toward his bedroom. They kissed hard and fast, sucking and pulling and pushing. Gio grabbed Mike’s hair and tugged him closer, needing to be closer to him, around him, inside him. His desire was the sort of desperation only characters in an opera could feel for each other at first meeting. Gio’s erratic pulse beat like a mezzo-soprano singing the opening bars of an aria that would bring the house down.

© 2013  THE STARS THAT TREMBLE by Kate McMurray

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Kate McMurray is an unabashed romance fan. Her first published novel, In Hot Pursuit, came out in February 2010, and she’s been writing feverishly ever since. She likes stories that are brainy, funny, and of course sexy, with regular guy characters and urban sensibilities. When she’s not writing, Kate works a nonfiction editor. She also reads a lot, plays the violin, knits and crochets, and drools over expensive handbags. She’s maybe a tiny bit obsessed with baseball. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with a pesky cat. Visit her at www.katemcmurray.com.

THROUGH THE LENS by K.M. Jackson

 

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 24

 

Wet and hard.

Those were the only two words she could think of as Ale’s lips came down on hers, silencing her with his swift action. But no, there was more. Wet and hard, then cool and more wet, then hot and warm all at once. Or maybe that was her body that was so hot and warm, but how could that be when she was submerged in cool water? Whatever. One thing was sure: Ale wassilencing her with his kiss. Reminding her who was boss.

He dragged his tongue over the crease of her lips, and she whimpered—oh-god-was-she-really-the-whimpering-type-turns-out-oh-yes-she-was—before letting him in. And then to top the whimper she sighed as his tongue caressed hers, melting her like a snow cone in August. Then she knew. She’d be nothing in a moment. Dissolved. Gone. One with the water.

His strong muscular arm wrapped around her hips and pulled her toward his solid form. Now they were body to body, breast to chest. She let out a moan as Ale shifted, and she felt his hardness press against her center. She was weightless, her legs seemingly wanting to float apart and wrap around his waist all on their own. And still he pulled her in more. His hands now supporting her behind, fused her to him, groin to groin, mouth to mouth. And thank goodness for his strength or surely she would happily go under, lost at sea forever.

©2013 THROUGH THE LENS by K.M.Jackson




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   A native New Yorker, K.M. Jackson had two dreams for what she wanted to be when she “grew up”: 1. a fashion designer and 2. a writer.  After graduating from high school, she pursued her first dream and studied fashion design at New York’s FIT. She then spent ten years designing for various New York houses. But after years of juggling the oh-so-glam world of mid-market fashion along with being a mother of twins, K.M. took the leap of faith and decided to pursue her other long-held dream of being a writer. She currently lives in a suburb of New York with her husband, teen twins, and her precocious terrier named Jack who keeps her on her toes. You can find her most days on her blog at www.kwana.com, on Facebook www.facebook.com/KmJacksonAuthor and on Twitter https://twitter.com/KwanaWrites
 

DEADLY DANCE by Dee Davis

 

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 23

 

 

Dee Davis was named RWA/NYC’s

2013 Lifetime Achievement Award Honoree.

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” Harrison said.

“Me either.”  Hannah shook her head, rising to her feet, tipping her head back so that she could see his eyes. “I’m sorry about earlier.  At the house, when I pushed.  I was just trying…”

He shook his head, covering her lips with his finger.  “No more talk.”  Then he bent his head, replacing the finger with his mouth, his lips hard against hers, taking possession.  Hannah’s stomach lurched as he threaded his fingers through hers, her desire rising as their kiss intensified. She arched against him, wanting more, the thrust of his tongue against hers a promise of things to come. 

He lifted his hands, carrying hers with them until her arms were over her head, his body pressing against hers, the bricks from her house cold against her back.  His mouth moved, his tongue finding the soft whorl of her ear, and she shivered in response, tipping her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.

She knew she should stop him, but she didn’t want to pull away.  The events of the past few days had taken more of a toll than she’d realized.  Truth was, she just wanted to forget, to escape into the silent seduction of his kiss. 

 © 2013  DEADLY DANCE by Dee Davis

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   Award winning author Dee Davis worked in association management before turning her had to writing.  She is the author of twenty-two books and four novellas, including A Match Made on Madison and the A-Tac series.  When not frantically trying to meet a deadline, Dee spends her time with her husband, daughter and Cardigan Welsh Corgi.   Visit Dee at www.deedavis.com.

 

ONCE A SEAL by Anne Elizabeth

  

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 23

Her fingernails scraped along his back. This time, she felt his whole body tense. He held his breath. Aria knew she needed to speak so he could orient himself. Sudden movements were akin to attacks, for SEALs. Her lips moved along his skin. “Good morning, handsome.”

He exhaled slowly. His body relaxed in stages.

Her hand caressed his back with small round circles. He would know that touch.

“Ah, the sexy woman who is now my wife.” His hands stroked hers as it moved to his chest. “Aria, right?”

She smacked her other hand on his back. “You’d better believe it.”

Turning over, Dan pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She was eager to hold him closer, to join together as one.

Slowly he rolled her onto her back. His eyes held hers captive even as her arms wrapped possessively around his neck. “Good morning, Mrs. McCullum.”

 

 

© 2013  ONCE A SEAL by Anne Elizabeth

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   ONCE A SEAL will be released by Sourcebooks this November 2013.  Anne Elizabeth is an award winning romance author, the creator of the teen PULSE OF POWER comic book series, and the Columnist on Comics, Manga, and Graphics Novels for RT BOOK REVIEWS. With a BS in Business and MS in Communications from Boston University, she is a regular presenter at the RT Book Lovers Convention as well as a member of the Authors Guild and Romance Writers of America. Her published credits include stories with Atria/Simon & Schuster, Highland Press, Dynamite Entertainment, Sea Lion Books, Bravo Zulu Studios, LLC, and Sourcebooks, Inc. She grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut, and now lives in the mountains above San Diego with her husband, a retired Navy SEAL. In her free time, she is also a serious Amelia Earhart who is always on the hunt for a new adventure. Catch AE on the Web at AnneElizabeth.net.

  

 

The Roar of the Crowd: Recapping the 2013 Golden Apple Awards

RWA/NYC’s 2013 Golden Apple Awards Honorees

Lifetime Achievement Award - Dee Davis

Publisher of the Year - The Wild Rose Press

Author of the Year - Hope Tarr

Editor of the Year - Angela James, Carina Press

Agent of the Year - Jenny Bent, The Bent Agency

Media Source of the Year - Smart Bitches, Trashy Books

Bookseller of the Year - Stacy Agdern, Posman Books (Grand Central Terminal)

Librarian of the Year - Cathleen Towey, Westbury Memorial Public Library, Westbury, NY


In a nutshell: A grand time was had by all. But it was so much more than that! The furious efforts of the Chapter Board and volunteers guaranteed a splendid event. Libations and nibbles livened everyone up. Editors, agents, media folk attended. Many chapter members put on their party attire and swept in. Friends of the chapter and past members came to celebrate. And our honorees (or their representatives) were entertaining and gracious and just plain fun.

The annual Golden Apple Awards publishing industry honors that the chapter holds is always a great opportunity for mingling and networking (with the odd spontaneous pitch thrown in for good measure). But what it is mostly about is wallowing in our love of romance fiction and embracing the people who create it. We are the champions of romance, a genre that all too often is lambasted.

As our Lifetime Achievement Award winner Dee Davis said, what is so great about our community is that we all “get it”. We love what we write – or what we publish, or sell or share or promote or talk about. The energy level was Everestian. The laughter was constant. Applause plentiful and enthusiastic. In the acceptance speeches, the honorees were delightful and engaging. In the introductions our President was informative and funny.

What I personally loved about the evening was meeting some new people, seeing some folks I haven’t seen in a bit, congratulating people on new jobs, new sales, new achievements and successes – and new babies! And I loved meeting the friends, relatives and loved ones of our honorees who beamed with pride.

I watched as some of our chapter’s newer – and shy – members worked up their courage to introduce themselves to editors and agents and make pitches for their work. Our members who had made first sales during the year proudly displayed their “First Sale” ribbons. And I was purely inspired by the energy and commitment and passion that every single person exhibited. That’s why this community is so welcoming, so supportive and so great. Because of people just like the ones that filled our room last night.

It was with sadness that we heard the speech sent by Rhonda Penders, of The Wild Rose Press, our Publisher of the year, who could not attend due to a death in her family. We look forward to seeing her in the future to give her the award.

Jenny Bent, of The Bent Agency, was trapped in the wilds of New Hampshire at the last minute, but texted her acceptance to her new agent, Louise Fury, who took the award back to the agency with her usual flourish and great humor.

Meeting Cathleen Towey of the Westbury Memorial Library, our Librarian of the Year, was a special treat for me, as the daughter of a librarian. The Westbury Library is a small but lovely local branch that provides a wealth of wonderful experiences for local residents, and Cathleen mans the helm ably. I can now look forward to visiting with her when time – and writing – permit and share more with her about our romance community.

From a personal perspective, I was thoroughly tickled to death to be able to meet our Editor of the Year, Angela James, Editorial Director of Harlequin’s digital first Carina Press. It was a bit less than a year ago that I answered my phone to hear “This is Angela James”. The call was “The Call” and she was telling me Carina wanted to publish my book.

And now, this week, just three days before getting to hug Angela, and thank her for taking a chance on me, that book was released. So to be able to tell her how much this has meant to me, and how much I have enjoyed this debut experience, was the icing on a most marvelous and festive cake.

When the evening drew to a close, when all was said and done, in high spirits and full of energy, everyone departed. We headed out into the thunderstorm that struck during our event, to run for subways, grab cabs, head back to apartments in New York City, or Long Island, New Jersey and other environs. We were full of smiles despite the prospect of getting rained upon. Honorees had their awards. Some authors had business cards. And everyone had a marvelous time. Truly, a happy ending to a lovely evening.

Which is, after all, what romance is all about!


Lise Horton is the 2012 Past President of RWA/NYC. Her debut novel, Words of Lust, was released on 9/9/13 by Carina Press and she is currently at work on book 2 of the Stellato Siblings series and looks forward to a long and mutually enjoyable publishing relationship with Angela James and Carina Press. And she apologizes for spilling beer on the Treasurer during the bartending frenzy. Please visit her at www.lisehorton.com

No. 29, A Novella by Peta LeDuke

  

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 23

 

  

  

Soon,  a plump kernel of corn is between his thumb and forefinger.  He holds it to my mouth and as I part my lips he slips it toward my tongue.  Teasing at first, slipping it in then pulling back.  In and out the warm nugget slides.  Slowly letting me taste the sweet delicacy and then pulling back leaving me wanting, nearly begging for more until he thrusts the whole swollen kernel and his fingers onto my waiting tongue.  I begin sucking the sweet buttery taste on his fingers.  On the kernel.  I suck as if desperate to get more, as if the swollen kernel is barely a tease.  My tongue plays with his fingers and the soft tip of the swollen treat as I suck again keeping my lips closed, keeping the treasure from escaping.  I want more.

 

He smiles, letting his fingers linger as the kernel slowly melts away.  I loosen my hold, savoring the after taste and filled with delicious satisfaction.  As his fingers slide from my tongue,  I lick the shaft of his forefinger, now empty.  Wanting more, I lick my bottom lip.  Hoping for another swollen kernel.

 

© 2013  No.  29,  A Novella by Peta LeDuke

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   Peta LeDuke has been writing plays since 1990.  This is her second work of fiction.  She was born in the Hudson Valley of New York State.  She is a widowed with two children.  Peta is a member of RWA, RWA/NYC and the Dramatists Guild (under another name).  You may contact her at petaleduke@gmail.com.

 

 

THE COURTESAN CHRONICLES by Yolanda Shoshana

  

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 23

 

Penelope did not even have a chance to announce Ramennis, he stormed right by her desk without even a glance. He angrily thrust himself into Bast’s office. He had never been so pissed off.

When Bast looked up from her computer, she was surprised to see Ramennis standing before her in nothing more than just a pair of running shorts. Sweat was glistening on his sculpted abs emphasizing his six pack. His perfect chest was magnified by the way that the light was hitting his pecs. Bast was completely speechless and could have sworn her heart skipped a beat.

“You have nothing to say for yourself, seriously? Are you intentionally trying to destroy me?”

Bast had not heard a word that he said since he entered her office, she had been focused on appraising him. She had not seen a chest like that since the hunky actor, Hugh Jackman, in the Wolverine movies. Taking him all in: he stood about 6’3”, had a killer physique, smoky eyes, and wickedly sensual lips. He was mixed race, but it was clear that he had a Latin background. As a bonus he was filthy rich and would inherit a media empire. For once she could see why all women were throwing themselves at him. That is all women, except for her.

This man was her enemy no matter how damn fine he happened to be. The gloves were about to come off.

“Let the games begin”, she said sauntering toward him.

© 2013  THE COURTESAN CHRONICLES by Yolanda Shoshana



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Yolanda Shoshana is a lifestyle expert that is a Courtesan Curator, Sexpert, Clairvoyant, Witch, & Seduction Alchemist. She is currently working on the magickal novelette series, The Courtesan Chronicles coming this fall. While she lives and rocks it in New York City, she works with people around the world. For more love, sex, and magick check out her radio show, "Courtesan Candy" http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/courtesan-candy and follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/Shoshi

PAINLESS SAVIOR: IMMORTALS IN NEW YORK by Mimi Logsdon

 

50 SHADES OF SEXY BLOG TOUR

August 1 – September 23

SET UP:   Detective Jayson Thorten comes to Mia Perrone's apartment after she claims to have had a vision of the serial murder. He had just found the third body directly after her last vision in which she saw the girl alive. Mia is feeling horrible and her confidence is shot due to the constant interruptions in her dreams and visions of a beast shifter; she feels her timing is off. But, Jay doesn't blame her and believes in her ability.


Jay walked up behind her. Placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. “I really don’t give a damn what the Chief or Earley have to say. It’s not true. You are extraordinary. That’s what I say.”

His hand touched her cheek. The sensation caused him to do what he’d wanted to that night he left her at her door. He buried his hands in her hair and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. Studying her eyes with wonder, he realized how much he wanted her. His mouth took hers in a slow hot kiss. Their mouths opened, tongues matching and the sweetness startled him, making him realize he had to have more. He lifted her petite body into his arms and held her close to his chest. Instinctively, she held on to him and wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her into the room.

Jay felt his beast’s lust attempt to emerge. He was determined to go slow because he didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to lose control. Desire was evident in his kiss, making her lips plump, swollen.  She licked them while looking at him with big dark eyes. He placed her on the bed and stood in front of her. “I don’t think…,” he began.

She cut him off and stood on the mattress. “Stop thinking,” she ordered.


© 2013  PAINLESS SAVIOR: IMMORTALS IN NEW YORK by Mimi Logsdon



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Mimi Logsdon has been writing stories since she read her first romance novel as a teen. She's worked in the media industry for many years and decided it was time to branch out, and share her stories. She lives in New York with her husband and many pets. One of them, an eccentric black cat named George.
 

IN MEMORIAM.... 9-11

  
Like the lone Survivor tree at the new World Trade Center Plaza, this great city of ours will continue to thrive, and we will continue to remember that fateful day that changed the course of the world.

God Bless New York City. 

God Bless America.

Survivor Tree

 

 

World Trade Center

 

Reflecting Pool