First note. Yesterday was a phenomenal day of writing. I finished up the latest proposal I’m aiming at a New York house, revised it, and shipped the sucker to my agent. I hope like hell he doesn’t think my idea was too far out there, because the deeper I went into that futuristic (but oddly ancient) world the more I grooved on the story. After I put that one to rest, I opened up a half-written short story, added pages to hit the needed wordcount for a recent call for submissions, and shipped that one too!
Every single goal I had for the month of July I’ve fulfilled. That doesn’t happen often. I plan my work around a large, continuously changing goal spreadsheet. I always aim high, work like a demon to hit the mark, but give myself slack to fail at the smaller, less important tasks. The short story was the small, unimportant task for the month.
Second. One of my favorite review sites, Two Lips Reviews, is having a scavenger hunt and offering up a ton of great prizes to celebrate their third anniversary of operation. I have an icon hidden somewhere on my site that you have to find! Here’s the link to check out the rules: Two Lips Contest Rules
Last. You know that I have a new release tomorrow—a Harlequin Brief, entitled Eye of the Storm. Following is an excerpt.
Cade hovered close behind us while Marcus turned the key in the lock. Did Cade think I’d slam the door in his face as soon as Marcus crossed my threshold? I wanted to do it—but not as much as I wanted his steady gaze on my body when I stripped for Marcus and lay down on my soft bed and opened my legs.
I wanted him hot, hard, and wanting to be Marcus as he plunged inside me.
No one had ever filled me like Marcus. Would Cade realize no one could when he saw how thick and long his friend grew as I pleasured him with my mouth?
I turned my back on Cade and strode into my room. I didn’t try to conceal my agitation as I drew my shirt over my head and tossed it at the empty armchair.
The wind buffeting the plywood nailed over my windows had nothing on the storm gathering inside me.
Marcus went to the bedside table and drew out two fat candles and lit them, setting one in the ashtray on the night table and another on top of the dresser. “Think she’s angry with both of us?” Marcus asked softly as I stripped away my bra.
“I think that’s a distinct possibility,” Cade said, his voice sounding strained.
I shot him a glare, but the effort was wasted. His gaze was glued to my breasts.
With both men breathing harder, their bodies tightening beneath their wet tees and jeans, my anger emboldened me. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them, along with my panties, quickly down my legs.
Cade’s breath hissed between his teeth, and finally, his gaze dropped lower.
Let him drool, I thought. I’d waxed my pussy a day before I caught the plane. Let him get so hard his dick strained against his zipper. I hoped the teeth bit him hard.
I turned to Marcus and reached to shove up his t-shirt, trailing my hands along the ridges and hollows of his abdomen and chest. Working fast to get him as naked as I was so I could take him inside my body and end this agony of waiting.
His laughter, low and husky, spilled over me, warming my skin, drawing up prickling goose bumps all over my body as I fumbled with his pants and helped him step free.
On my knees now in front of him, I stared at his amazing cock and leaned close to rub my cheek along its length as I directed my gaze upward to meet his.
His large pale palm wrapped around his shaft. “You wanna eat this? Show Cade how talented that mouth of yours is?”
“I don’t want to show Cade anything at all. I want this so deep I’m choking on it,” I said, quickly sticking out my tongue to lick the plump head. I almost smiled when I heard the guttural groan behind me.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, and he gently slapped my face with his cock. First one cheek, then the other. “Such a nasty girl, playing with my friend.”
I opened my mouth and poked out my tongue, ready for him to quit playing and let me feast. The sight of his cock did things to me—made my mouth water and my pussy ache.
Several shades darker than his caramel-colored belly, its head slightly purple—it was a massive, beautiful thing, curving upward and already oozing a bead of creamy pre-cum.
He smacked my tongue, and I licked the bead, closing my eyes to savor the taste.