Tasha looked at him through eyelashes except her gaze went over his shoulder to his brother. Motherfucker. He was going to die if Alex had anything to do with it. She took a step away from his embrace and went willingly into Kevin’s arms.
I for one think they are sexy as hell. Some women might not think that way and, well, let’s just push that to the side for now. For me personally I’m not into having them up and down arms, or all over. That would be a major turn off for me, but a few well placed ones, well that’s hot. Really, with tattoos, it’s in the eye of the beholder what they think is sexy or not.
A lower back one can be sexy if it’s done correctly. Also, it would be hidden most of the time, which can be a turn-on for your partner. For them to know it’s there and no one else to know. On some women, it would show when they wore jeans, and that could be a sexy little tease.
I’ll place some of my favorite tattoos below. So tell me, do you think that tattoos on men are hot or not?
She was out of her mind if she thought he was giving up on her that easily. When she turned and walked out again, panic registered that her clothes had been torn and she was covered in dirt. Something wasn’t right about her at all. She wasn’t the same woman he’d known and loved. The fear in her gaze told him that she was in danger. He raced out the front door and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
Kyle placed her in the middle of the bed on her knees. What had caused her to open up so freely to him tonight? That’s not what she had planned to do. She had only wanted to try and see where the relationship could take them. Her breath caught as he pulled his shirt off and moved back to the bed to take her in his arms.
With a fingertip, she traced the well-defined muscles from his shoulder, down his arm and across his chest. “Be with me.”
Need tightened in his gut as he looked down at her kneeling on the bed. Those three words sent the rest of his blood shooting to his cock. Kyle took a breath in, but her scent was everywhere. He knew they shouldn’t do this, but someone needed to get the memo to his dick, which was harder than it had ever been before. “We shouldn’t do this tonight. God, I want you, but you need to rest and need time to recover.”
“No. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I won’t break. Touch me. Be with me.”
In one swift move, Erin laid down as Kyle lowered himself onto her, careful to hold his weight off her. Need rose from deep within her, and all he’d done was look at her. Tonight she felt closer to him. It wasn’t that last time hadn’t meant anything to her, because it had. Something told her that this time it would mean even more. And it scared her.
Kyle pressed his lips against hers, and they were so soft. Desire burst between them as he drove his tongue deeper, worshiping her mouth. He left no part unattended, and she moaned into the kiss. Slowly, ever so slowly, he removed her shirt, and at the mercy of a skilled hand, her bra fell away.
Erin sucked in a breath as his lips closed around her nipple. He tugged gently at the beaded point. A pain followed but seconds later the most unbelievable pleasure she’d ever experienced followed. She arched her back to allow him more access, and his talented tongue went to work. Sensations shot to her clit as her hands found their way to his hair, anchoring him to her breast.
“You taste so good, so sweet. I can’t get enough of you.”
His words shot straight through any resistance that might have been standing in her way before. Erin pushed him away and rose onto her knees, then levered herself above him and pinned him to the bed. He laughed as he cupped her face between his masculine hands. She unzipped his pants, pulling everything off as his cock sprang to life.
It's been a few weeks since I've posted a Six Sentence Sunday with the kids being out for summer break. This comes from my book, Bound To Protect, which has been contracted by my editor. The release date is still pending.
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” He quirked a brow at her. He moved a step closer, heat lacing the look in his sea green gaze, a gaze set on making the beating in her chest louder. Chad’s fingertips caressed her bare shoulder, creating a sexual awareness on which she'd long ago given up. One that if she was truthful with herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to end.
“It seems to me that you’re interested in bondage.”
“I, no, I mea-”
“Don’t lie to me.”
"Hey, Stone Cold, scoot over."
Erin damn near choked on her drink at Kyle’s deep voice so low and sensual, that the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Desire slammed into her. Without thinking, she moved over, and he sat next to her. "I told you not to call me that. What the hell are you doing here?"
He chuckled. “Katie told me some people from work were going out and invited me to come along."
Erin shot her friend an annoyed glance, and Katie only shrugged before turning back to talk with Jessica. Yeah, no big deal. The hell it wasn't! She had to put up with Kyle at work; she sure as heck didn't want to deal with him tonight. She was a woman on a mission, and it had nothing to do with the arrogant jerk now sitting on her left. And he might scare all the hotties away. They might think she is with him and no way was that going to happen ever again.
“So, what, you thought you'd come and annoy me?” Erin asked over the din of music and chatter.
“I have no clue what you're talking about,” Kyle innocently replied.
“Just because you helped me on a case today doesn't entitle you to talk to me now. Not after two years of ignoring me." Maybe coming out hadn’t been the best idea. She entertained the thought of leaving for a moment, before pushing it aside. No way she’d let him ruin the night for her.
"Touchy tonight, are we?” Kyle winked at her.
He slid his hand over hers.
She turned and gave him a side long glance as her breathing increased. Quickly, she jerked her hand away from his grasp.
“Don't flatter yourself. Why don't you go and annoy someone else?”
“Excuse me.” A man stood at the table looking at her.
“Yes?” she turned and smiled at the man. He was a dead ringer for Ryan Reynolds. He’ll do just fine for tonight. It’s not like I need a long term thing. One night will do. She let her gaze roam over him. On the other hand, maybe two nights. She chose not to think about the fact that she’d never had a one night stand.
“I’m Dave. Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“I would love to. Move, Kyle.” She stood and he took her hand, “I’m Erin.” As they walked away, she added an extra swing to her hips. Enough to hopefully drive Kyle crazy and remind him of what he’d missed when he’d stood her up two years ago.
Road to Recovery can be purchased at Pink Petal Books,Barnes & Noble and Kindle.
Today, I want to welcome fellow romance author Mindi Ferrari to my blog to talk about her new release, Midnight Assassins.
What is sexy about immortals?
Over the past 10 years there has been this huge craze with immortal characters from books and movies. But this questions raises much more than the obvious answer, it also brings out the question of why us as humans want to be immortal. What could science honestly bring to the table to make this Immortal dream of the average human come true. For most of us when we read a book we read about this amazing alpha male that makes our mouth water, then we read about his physical description and then when we reach his personality and find out more about his dark nature and his cocky behavior it adds even more to the sizzling desire that’s behind being immortal.
Being immortal not only means you get to live forever but he fun part about this immortal word is the person whether it be male or female had that, I’ve been there done that and I’m great at everything I do attitude. They have this drive for life and excel at everything they do. Even for us non-immortals when we come across someone that is good at everything and never fails, there is something that is to titillating about this attitude and aura that surrounds them, in turn it catches are eye. We want to be like them, and often find ourselves wanting to cherish their every action. Maybe this is why a lot of people daydream about their sexy immortal that they read about or watch on television. Immorality needless to say brings wisdom and good looks to a male or a female.
They get to live forever with the young age that they are. This is another good example about why I write about Vampires. There’s an obsession about this creature of the night that lives forever and sucks on your blood, that needs to feed off your tastes that you create in your body. The vampire takes you to places you dream of because they have been around for so long they know everywhere like the back of their hand. Their sex style is unparalleled to anything you will ever experience because they have not only got around over the centuries but they too are powerful and have a unlimited strength.
So the sexy immortal brings me to a great point in my book Midnight Assassins. Nicholie Telfair is the rarest of the vampire species because he was born a vampire, not made one. His personality matches everything that I have described above. So if you love the boarding sexy immortal types take a moment and read my excerpt and then go buy the book. I mean come on you won’t want to just stop a the teaser.
Excerpt Midnight Assassins
Nicky’s quiet factor was more than anyone could ever match. Standing there watching his beautiful woman drop her towel, then get dressed had him speechless.
The tension built even more as Nicky watched her body move, her contours, the way her hips moved. She had the perfect hourglass figure. His cock hardened the moment he watched her clench the top of the towel, unwrap it, and drop it to the floor. He couldn’t control his actions around her, and he found himself only wanting more. He also noticed the intense scent and fast heartbeat that she acquired whenever she was around him.
While he watched the way she dropped the towel, his growl deepened. He couldn’t take it any longer; the vampire side of him wanted out to ravish her body.
Nicky closed his eyes to calm himself. Breathe my man, just breathe. Before he could hesitate, he moved right up behind her. He was completely invisible, allowing every bit of light to pass through his body. He wanted a chance to inhale her intoxicating scent without her noticing, to have her up close, even moving his hands over the contours of her body. The song “Pain in My Heart” by Otis Redding, played over and over again in his mind. The only interruption became his fast breathing.
He stood there inhaling her scent, fresh lilacs, and her hair had a sweet candy scent, completely opposite of her body.
He watched as she pulled her hair to the side, the pulse in her neck made his fangs throb like a heartbeat. As she massaged her neck, he traced her neck with his finger, matching each of her movements perfectly. His eyes rolled back in his head with each breath he took. Mine. She had every single bit of him. He would do whatever she wanted. He would be whatever she wanted. Hell, he would even stab himself in the heart if she asked.
Stepping back a foot, he pressed his hands to the back of his head and stretched his elbows out to the sides. He watched as she put on her bra then the panties he’d picked out just for her. Another deep groan rose in his throat as she tugged on the tights, slowly smoothing each inch of material, gliding it over her porcelain skin and slipping into a pretty dress. She looked amazing in such a simple outfit.
Just as he was about to leave and give himself a better entrance, she paused and began to wipe at her face. Then she bent down, rested her hands on her knees as if she might collapse. Her face suddenly turned ghost white and she softly asked, “Who’s there?”
Right as she stepped forward, her hand brushed through the air. No time to waste anymore, no more games because he was terrifying her. She could obviously sense something all around her.
Before he scared her even more, he did something that was totally unthinkable in his race. He appeared right in front of her.
Clasping her hands over her mouth, she sucked in a breath and landed right in his arms.
“Now you did it, Nick. Now you fuckin’ did it,” he snapped. What the hell was he thinking, this wasn’t even an option earlier.
Carrying her to the bed, he laid her against the pillow, sat next to her and repeated her name. “Annie, wake up, Annie, please.” He continued to brush her beautiful long red hair away from her face.
Right as she opened her eyes, he knew she would beat feet, charge out of the room like a bull.
“You weren’t there before.” Her eyes were half-mast, her voice like heaven to his ears.
“Yes, I was there the whole time.” Her voice is so fragile.
“Wow, Nicholie, most men would have at least denied a little.”
“Why would I do that?” He tried to smile gently at her. Why isn’t she freaking out?
“You saw me naked, you watched me get dressed. We have no secrets. What now?” she cooed. “And how come I didn’t see you there?” He watched as she held her head.
“I’ve seen you naked before,” Nicky added on accident.
“You have?” Nicky nodded his head and gazed down at her.
When he first entered the room, he had all sorts of things to say to her, now however, he had none.
“That’s not what I’m asking, how long were you there? she demanded.
“For a long time, Annie. Does that bother you?”
Reaching up, she stroked his cheek sending shivers down his body and leaving goose bumps in their wake. “What are you doing?” He smiled.
“Checking to see if you’re real, because I know you weren’t there before.” Moving down his face, she went to his arm and then pinched his skin while pulling the hair on his wrist.
“Ouch—I really don’t think I deserved that.”
“No, you deserve a whole lot more.” She crinkled her brow, and paused staring right into his eyes, then pinched him again.
“That’s not funny, Annie, that shit hurts.” He laughed.
“That’s okay.”
“Oh really?”
“Really.” He watched as the simple motion of her tucking her hair behind her ear fascinated him. Being this obsessive over a female was completely unnatural for him. He told his father he was crazy and didn’t understand the love he had for his mother. Now he did. Now he completely understood why they looked at each other or talked to each other the way they did, but most of all, loved each other the way they did. It was something no one could explain. He knew this now.
But he knew the questions were coming, had to be coming. Whether he wanted to explain things to her first, or if she already had some idea, he didn’t know, but knew she’d want answers soon.
“Something is off about you, Nicky. Something huge.” Her eyes widened as their bodies got closer.
“You sure you want to know what the something is?”
You can find Mindi at her website and you can buy a copy of Midnight Assassins here.
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