November 22, 2013

Friday Flames goes North and South!




Sizzling heat. Clenched teeth. Desire beyond reason...or rationale.

It's not easy to write a scene that captures your reader's imagination 
and attention. 

To hold them in a grip so tight...they go up in flames!


Today, I want you to share your Steamy Hot scene, the one that sends the reader up in flames.

It doesn't have to be graphic. Tension can increase the pounding of our blood. 
Lead us to the moment...keep us hanging by a thread.


To start us off, here's an excerpt from Brenna Chase's book: North and South




“What do you want, love?”

She swallowed, closed her eyes. “You, inside me.”

“God, yes, I want that too,” he murmured. “Look at me, Margaret.”

She turned round. He had moved slightly away from her. Margaret leaned forward, cupped his face, and pressed her lips to his. She slid them back and forth, teasing and caressing. His breath hitched, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Mr. Thornton gazed back at her, his expression determined, hungry. Her chest rose and fell on a deep breath, desire coiling through her, hot and heady, as he caught one of her hands and tugged her gently toward him. She straddled him, his erection teasing her cleft as she settled on his lap, and the rapid thud of his heart matched her own as her breasts crushed against his hard chest, sending more thrilling sensations rushing through her body. He drew her face down toward his again, and she licked her lips, parting them for the coming kiss. His mouth closed over hers. His tongue delved inside to claim and coax hers, while his hands moved to her hair, his fingers uncoiling and sifting through the thick strands.

His mouth gentled, his tongue dancing with hers, gliding around, stroking along it. Margaret trembled and ached more than she had before with each caress. When he began to leave her, heedless of her own need for breath, her hands moved to his shoulders, and her lips closed around the agile muscle, drew it into her mouth, and suckled. His low groan reverberated throughout her body, and Margaret, encouraged, repeated the caress.

Website:  brennachase.com


Okay people! Brenna showed you hers - now it's your turn. Don't forget to leave your book title so interested parties can rush out and buy!







22 comments:

  1. Hi Sheri! Thanks again for fitting me in to share a sexy snippet!

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    1. You're always welcome to join me on The Flames!!

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  2. Wow, Brenna! That's a heck of a thing to wake up to!
    Very nice!

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  3. Here's mine, from my new book coming out next month, "Dream Reunion". Sara and Brian just had their first really awful fight, and they're about to have their first make-up sex...

    It’s almost two o’clock, and the house is empty. The girls and Chris will be at the Homecoming game for at least another hour, and Joseph and Mary are both at work. We have the whole place to ourselves.

    I think Brian’s just realized exactly the same thing; he looks over to me, and then, suddenly we’re in each other’s arms. Our lips meet and a moment later – I don’t even know how it happened – we’re on the floor, limbs entwined, my blouse and his pants off, thrown in the corner. I need – I want – oh, God, he’s touching me right there – I can’t – no!

    “Brian,” I pant. “Brian! Stop! We can’t.” This isn’t our house. We can’t do this – not right here on the floor in their living room.

    He’s backing off of me, then he reaches down to pull me up. “Come on. Upstairs,” he says. I hear the hunger in his voice. I feel it, too, all through my body. But…

    “No. Not upstairs,” I say. I don’t know how I’m keeping any control of myself at all. He gasps as my hand, entirely of its own accord, slips into his boxers. I slowly, reluctantly pull it back. We can’t go upstairs. That’s not our bedroom, either. But – if we don’t – oh, God, I’m going to die if we don’t, right now!

    We figure it out together, in the same instant, and we don’t need words. He starts off for the garage, pulling me along. Just a few seconds later, we’re in the minivan. I’m on my back, stretched out on the middle row of seats. I can feel the seatbelt buckle grinding into the small of my back, and I couldn’t possibly care less. The only thing I can think about is Brian, his strong, solid weight atop me, his lips and his tongue moving from my own lips to my neck to – oh!

    I don’t even know where my bra went. Probably wherever his boxers ended up. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is – oh, yes, that! Keep doing that!

    I put a hand through his hair and pull his head back. I want to see his eyes, to see the desire in them, and – that’s not just desire. That’s an animal hunger burning there. He wants to devour me, until there’s nothing left at all. I pull his head back down and that same feeling is in my kiss. I – God, I need him! Now!

    And there he is, he’s – no! What is he doing? Why is he…?

    He pulls away from me, his hands braced on the seat. He’s shaking, barely controlling himself, about a millisecond away from just tearing at me like a wild beast. Why isn’t he doing that? Doesn’t he know that’s what I need? And what I need to do to him? “Sara,” he breathes. “Sara, we can’t.” His self-control is just inhuman; I can see how he’s trembling with the effort. “It’s too soon. Another week. Six weeks.”

    I find my voice, shaking my head. “Brian, no. It’s OK.” My hands are all over him, moving slowly, caressing those trembling muscles. Yes, they say you should wait six weeks after a c-section. But five is good enough. “It’s like,” I say, and I’m amazed that I can summon up any rational thought, “like going in the pool after you eat.” My left hand reaches out to him, up and down, stroking him, and his control almost fails; he buries his head in my neck and begins nuzzling me, biting me. With my right hand, I pull his head back up, force him to look at me.

    My left hand moves off him, and now I’m touching myself. I bring it back, running it up his chest, leaving a trail behind it as it goes. When it gets to his lips, he sucks at my finger hungrily. I almost go over the edge just from that, but I somehow pull myself back. I don’t want to go without him. “It’s just a guideline,” I manage to say, panting myself now. “The water’s fine, Brian. I want you to dive in…”

    I wrap my legs around his, and with all my strength, I pull him down. There he is – there he is! Oh, God, yes! His full weight is on me, his lips on mine, we’re connected in every way, every inch of our bodies touching, and…and…

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    1. And? AND?? James you big tease!! Congratulations on having another book published. You're on a roll, my friend. Thanks for cranking the heat on The Flames!!

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  4. Oh - no link for that book yet (it won't be out until next month), but here's a link to my Amazon author page...http://viewAuthor.at/JJDibenedetto

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  5. Ditto here: No link yet, but the story releases THIS Friday. Yes, as in BLACK FRIDAY!

    An American Holiday (Turkey, Cranberry Sauce & Prozac)

    Blurb:

    Ahh, Thanksgiving…complete with the ghosts of holidays past. Those being humiliating memories of last year’s revelry gone wild: the jail cell, tattoo, and rose left on Kristi’s pillow by someone she can’t remember.

    Toss in two brothers who, while loving, had needled her with vivid imagery on what might have happened during that fateful rendezvous at the local HoJo’s. I mean seriously, what’s a girl to do? She’d run like hell from Harpers Ferry back to her apartment and job in Alexandria.

    She’s praying this year’s holiday runs a bit more traditionally. But between exploding turkeys, cranberry fights, and the winter storm threatening to lock them all together for God only knew how long, she’s fairly certain her Norman Rockwell hopes have flown the coop.

    Adding another layer to this casserole of disaster, the high school boyfriend–who cheated on her two days before prom–returns, claiming to have made a horrid mistake all those years ago.

    Amid all this, what has her heart flip-flopping is catching her best friend Simon getting cozy with his latest girlfriend.

    Thing is, she isn’t sure why.

    Coming Black Friday from Bobbi Romans and Storm Moon Press.
    www.stormmoonpress.com or www.bobbiromans.com

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    1. Love this post!! Your writing is always fresh, easy to read, and splits my sides. Thank you for letting us know another release of yours is on the way. Congratulations - I can't wait.

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    2. Ooh, jealous of a friend has all sorts of fun written all over it!

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  6. Great excerpts! Here's mine from The Garnet Dagger Book 1 in my fantasy / paranormal romance:
    With her hand in mine, I moved her to me. Hungrily, my lips sought hers. I yearned to show her my love. I pressed her against me, my fingers played over the curve of her hips. As we kissed, her hands touched my face, and then tugged at my trousers. Heat pressed against me.
    Then her lips trailed kisses down my chest.
    Shyly, she gazed up at me. Fingers unfastened her cloak. The material floated down in a circle behind her. Mesmerized, I watched her hands loosen the laces of her gown. At last, she eased the gown over her head and tossed it aside.
    I forgot to breathe.
    Her breasts were full, and seemed to yearn for my touch. Flat stomach flowed down into the curve of her hips. A golden triangle of curls between her legs captivated me.
    Nervous, my hands fumbled at my trousers.
    A giggle floated on the breeze as I struggled to remove my trousers, now lodged over my boots.
    Celeste pushed my hands aside. Eased up the material, she then tugged my boots off. Next my trousers were gone and on the ground. I leaned forward taking Celeste with me. Her cloak spread out beneath us. I kissed her until we both panted for breath, and yet wanted more.
    In worship, my lips sought her body. At hearing her indrawn breath when my lips grazed her nipple, I kissed each in turn. I opened my mouth over one of her taunt breast and suckled until her fingernails grazed down my back. Then I gave equal measure to the other breast until she ground her hips into me.
    My groin matched her urgency. Of its own accord, one of my hands toyed at the junction of her thighs. I kissed her lips. Moisture touched my fingertips and I growled in anticipation. Her hips pressed against me as if showing the steps to this ancient dance.
    The Garnet Dagger Amazon: http://goo.gl/rMEJ59
    The Garnet Dagger B & N: http://goo.gl/Qp5i6A
    The Garnet Dagger iTunes: http://goo.gl/s1Cugp

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    1. And the ancient dance writhes on! Excellent, Andrea!! Thank you for sharing this HOT excerpt on The Flames!! Whew!

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    2. Very hot too! I love your hero's eager fumbling here. ;-)

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  7. It's cold here in Texas today, but after reading those, I'm toasty warm! Great excerpts!

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    1. Glad I could help! ;-) Thanks for reading!

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    2. Hi Kary! We're saving on energy costs by reading our way to HOT. *giggle* Thanks for coming by.

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    1. Thank you! Nothing like a hot read on a cold day. ;-)

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    2. Hi Nancy! Glad you could make it and get warmed up.

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    1. Not need to turn up the thermostat - just stop by Friday Flames! I'm doing my part to reduce energy consumption. LOL Good to see you, Melissa!!

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