Hot as the dry Santa Ana winds, Friday Flames reaches a flickering heat to readers and writers.
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Here's a quick excerpt from Remedy Maker, now available in print (http://is.gd/s03Lhi).
Rhycious brushed the hair off her cheek, then let his hand slide behind her nape. He leaned down to find her lips with his own, and she lowered her arms to circle his neck.
Patience found herself swaying. The movement of his tongue, the soft laps inside her mouth—as if he stroked her inner thighs.
“More,” she said, and twisted her body to get closer to him, forcing his free arm to go around her.
“Any more and I’ll have us naked on the ground.”
An image of warm sun baking on bare skin sounded simply delicious. A step back in time to the days when Nymphs wore little clothing, if any, and lived to frolic their days away.
Rhy’s powerful arms wrapped tight and held her against his hard body, crushing her breasts to his chest. He slowly straightened to his full six-and-a-half foot height. Mouths locked in dueling action, eyes closed, Patience let her boots dangle useless in the air. His groans echoed in her mouth every time she pushed her hips against his.
Oh, woodland gods. She was so into him. Driving hot, deep, fast, and firm with her tongue, feeling him come unglued—one moan at a time.