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Hello, Delilah fans. I can’t believe I get to be one of Delilah’s guests. Cool! I LOVE the scenery here, great covers, too. I have been writing for a long time, a very long time. While I don’t have manuscripts under my bed or in my closets, (well, a few still hide in both places), I do have novels, novellas, and short stories on blue floppy disks and now flash drives. I have romantic suspense books not yet published, women’s fiction stories and even stories with paranormal elements. While the characters and the plots are different, one thing is true of all my books. I LOVE to tease characters and my critique partners and make them beg me to let my characters actually have sex. It’s important to the romance for the sex to happen when the characters can’t wait any longer.
In The Gift I broke one of my own rules. My characters had sex before the story began.
Excerpt from THE GIFT
Deke fell asleep thinking about that night and that woman. He dreamed of her as he often did lately.
The woman against his body fit like she’d been made for him. Her soft breasts against his chest sent messages to his groin. The strawberry fragrance of her shampoo made him think about her. She was past the bloom of youth, no twenty something, but still fresh, unsophisticated. Her loneliness called to his need for the warmth of another human being. He needed her as much as she needed him and their bodies were certainly willing.
When he took her into his arms she trembled against his chest. He pulled her closer.
She seemed so shy he took her hands in his and brushed his lips over her knuckles, drawn to the way she shivered and gazed into his eyes. He placed each of her hands on his shoulders, then settled his own hands at her waist. Moving to the music became foreplay. There was no hurry to take her to bed. Besides, she would likely bolt if he moved too fast.
Her forehead rubbed against his throat, her soft hair brushed against his chin. He caressed her back, then her buttocks, pulling her against his erection so she would have no doubt he wanted her.
When she didn’t pull away, he bent his head to kiss her neck, laving her throat. Her breasts seemed to swell against his chest. Her nipples beaded enough for him to feel them through her bra. When she turned her head away, he reached one hand to her chin. Using one finger he lifted her face so he could see her eyes. Up so close he could count her long lashes, he saw himself reflected in those brown-green orbs. When he knew she saw him, he touched his mouth to her plump lips. Her eyes softened even more and he moved his lips against hers. His tongue coaxed her mouth to let him inside.
She wasn’t a bad kisser, just inexperienced. Hadn’t she ever been kissed properly? Should he stop, send her away? He couldn’t, at least not yet.
When she reached for the top button of his shirt, he placed his hands on her waist, sliding them up toward her bra as she kissed his chest, mimicking his actions, kisses and buttons all the way to his belt buckle.
She met him tentative move for move, shy kiss for kiss, sigh for sigh. There was such wonder in her reactions to him. He slid her blouse off her shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin he needed to taste.
No lacy bra could have been more sexy and appealing than the plain cotton covering her generous breasts. He kissed the swell of flesh above the cups, ran his tongue down the valley, loving the way she shivered. He held her against him while he reached around and unhooked the one thing between his chest and her breasts. When she helped him remove the bra, she stood looking down, her arms crossed over those luscious, ivory mounds, as though she feared he wouldn’t like what he saw. How could a man not?
He kept his tone gentle. “Please let me look at you.”
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