I'm really excited to have Leigh Smith over today! She is sharing an excerpt from her hot new book, Annie & Jace!
Excerpt:
“Come sit and tell me about you.
Even though I met you years ago, I don’t remember knowing anything
about you.”
“That’s probably because you spent
the evening trying to figure out how you were going to get even with
me.” She laughed.
“You’re right. You were definitely
#1 on my shit list.”
“Is it necessary to use that
language?”
“Why should I change?”
“You have a little girl, and I’m
sure you don’t allow her to use that language, so why do you? It’s
not a good example.”
“Jace, please. No lectures; I don’t
want to start off this evening being pissed at you again.”
“No lectures, but you do have a potty
mouth”
“Why don’t you kiss this potty
mouth; it's not contagious and will cut down on the words that come
out of it.” He grinned at her and moved closer, putting his arm
around her shoulder and pulling her onto his lap. Annie felt the
soft touch of his lips on hers and melted into him. It had been so
long since she’d been kissed in that way; she felt herself let go.
He must have felt it too because he deepened the kiss, and his tongue
began exploring her mouth. Soon kissing wasn’t enough – his hand
was on her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth across her
nipple teasing it to a hard little point. She pulled away for a
moment, opened the buttons on her blouse and unhooked her bra,
allowing him full access to her aroused nipples. One look in Jace’s
eyes and Annie saw his need was as great as hers. He suckled her
breasts, first one then, the other as his hands slid up and down the
upper length of her body. She felt his hands fumbling with the
button on her jeans and slid down further on the couch allowing him
easier access to her nether regions. When he slid his hand into her
quivering folds, she moaned - this was for real, not a battery
operated substitute. She pushed her mons into his searching hands
and laid her head back to enjoy the full pleasure of his creativity.
His fingers were everywhere, flicking, pinching, caressing until she
begged for mercy. He dipped two fingers into her honey, once, twice
and again – teasing as his thumb rubbed that hard little nub.
Flailing around pleading for release – he ignored her and dipped
his fingers again and this time plunged them into her tight little
dark hole; she thought she would lose her mind. His fingers pumped in
and out while his thumb concentrated on her pleasure center bringing
her to the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her spasms kept coming
in waves, one after another until she was exhausted. Unlike Gabe,
this man was no novice when it came to pleasing women. She didn’t
want to think about how many times and on how many women he had
worked his magic.
“Oh my God, Jace,” she said when
she could finally talk. He picked her up, and she directed him into
the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and slowly removed the rest of
her clothing, caressing and kissing each part of her body.
“Take off your clothes, I want to see
you bare ass naked,” she told him.
“I don’t take orders from potty
mouthed ladies,” he told her as he rolled her over and smacked her
bottom. She raised herself up into him signaling him she wanted
more.
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CONTACTS: livinezlee@gmail.com
At the moment, my
husband and I travel the western United States where I indulge my
love for words, both reading and writing. I write what I like to read
which are romantic stories containing strong dominant men and
confident, feisty women. The relationships are always loving and
challenging. Conflict is often resolved with either a threat of a
spanking or an actual spanking or two, either erotic or otherwise.
Cowboys
and westerns are my favorite genre, however my characters, although
fantasy, are sometimes based on people I've come across in my
lifetime. Truth can be stranger than fiction and although they
are stories, every once in a while there is a slice of my life or the
life of someone close to me, embedded in the plot.
If
the story doesn't contain a happy ending, it is left open ended for
the reader to come to their own conclusions.
That's
the great thing about fiction, it can be whatever you want it to be.
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Thanks for visiting! Be sure to stop by anytime.
Love,
Addy
Thanks so much Addy for hosting me today.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for hosting Leigh's writings...she is an amazing author...so much reading to catch up on. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think so too! :)
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