May 18, 2012

Friday Flames

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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.

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 it off, here's a snippet from my upcoming release.

 Remedy Maker

Under the blankets, Patience turned toward him. “Good morning, Remedy Maker. Wazzup?”

Rhy chuckled deep in his throat. “I’ll show you.” 

He guided her slim hand down to his jutting erection, and taught her how to wrap her fingers around him. A few tentative, unsure strokes later, and his eyes rolled back with pleasure. Uncontrollable urges to thrust into her palm pushed his hips forward. 

Okay people! I showed you mine - now it's your turn to show me yours. Don't forget to leave your book title and a link so interested parties can rush out and buy a copy :)


  1. Whew! Nice!

    Mine is from Branded. It is the anti-heroine and her one night stand, JJ.

    He was a little more gentle than she’d been when he pulled open the buttons on her western shirt, exposing her breasts, swollen above the lace demi-bra she’d worn. As he dipped his head to gently nibble on one mound she thought she might faint from the pressure building in her belly. She shrugged out of her shirt, letting it sink to the floor, unnoticed. With fingers that didn’t want to work, she undid the front clasp of her bra and smirked when he moaned his appreciation.
    Turning away, she pulled off the bra and flipped it across the room. With a provocative pout, she looked over her bare shoulder. “Coming?”
    “Not yet.” He grinned. “But it won’t be too long now.”

    1. D'Ann - You know how much I love your story Branded. Great scene! Bring on the squeaky bed!

  2. Thanks so much for the opportunity, Sheri! That was HOT! Remedy Maker is going to sizzle off the e-reader!

    I'm posting a scene from my current WIP that I'm querying right now, As Long As You're Mine:

    “Raif! You have to wake up, darling. Come here,” she whispered, though the covers would have dampened any sound to the outside.

    At last she succeeded in rousing him enough for him to turn toward her. Then he relapsed back into slumber, the gentle snore substantially louder.

    “Raif!” Had he drunk too much after dinner?

    A large rough hand clamped down on her breast.

    Samantha squeaked, from both shock and the fiery sensation that leapt straight down into the pit of her stomach. The magnitude of her actions hit her with the power of a steam engine, but she couldn’t turn back now. Didn’t want to turn back. The warm hand squeezed now as it kneaded her breast and sent waves of pulsating heat to every corner of her body. She wanted to moan with an unexpected burgeoning desire.

    “Oh, Raif,” she whispered. He moved closer, his head now settled on her shoulder. He kept his hand busy and her nipple peaked when he rolled it between sure fingers. Her face heated, the covers suffocating as their warmth engulfed her. He lifted his head and she expected to feel his kiss. Instead, his mouth latched onto the other breast and the world jerked from beneath her.

    There! Showed you mine! LOL
    Thanks, Sheri!

    1. How fun! I loved that scene. Really left me wondering if Raif knew what he was doing or not.

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  3. *fans self*! Great scenes so far!!

  4. I love all those flaming scenes! It's just like Ellen Degeneres says, "That hot heat is something." LOL

    Here is mine from my first published story Pinocchio Syndrome:

    Splaying her with his hand, he exposed her clit. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked it, teased it and lapped it, circling before drawing it into his mouth. Her chest heaved. A lurid moan escaped her throat.

    He smiled against her flesh. "Ohh yeah, princess. We're just getting started here. You betta save some of that."

    She tasted like the most exotic Greek olives, salty with a hint of bitterness. He shivered as his tongue trailed down into her hot wetness. He slid two fingers into her, stroking the top her sheath while he continued to lick her clit. Thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into her tight cushion, he pinched her nipple and kneaded her soft breast.

    Rose reached down and raked her nails through his hair. She huffed and cried out. "Aghhh. Oh, Chio. That's it. Ohh."

    With a few more heavy strokes of his tongue and fingers, her pussy gave way to a tide of ecstasy, clenching and releasing around him. The sound of her coming ricocheted through him like the echo of a bullet in an empty warehouse.

    As her body shuddered beneath him, he slowed his motion. Her climax melted away, but he didn't stop until the very last kernel popped. Just call him Orville Reden-bop-her.

    Pinocchio Syndrome is available for purchase at Amazon:

    1. Orville Reden-bop-her!! LOL!!! That's great. Thanks for sharing this.

  5. Love the scenes ladies!

    Sheri...yours was HAWT with a hint of humor...loved it...D'Ann great description and Jenna...just plain HOT! WHEW

    1. Thank you for stopping by, Christine! Best of luck on your book tour.

  6. *Giggles* Niiiiice. If I write erotica, I'll have to conjure up a pen name. I'll need some critter help there! :P

    1. That brings up a good question: Why isn't there any sweet romance or even YA here? Steam can be in the tension leading up to a closed-door scene. I wonder if I can get any takers...

      Thanks for stopping by Sydney!

    2. Hmm? I've got that! Let me drum up some sugar for you! :)

    3. Now THAT's what I'm talking about! It's hard to build tension into a scene that only takes place in the reader's mind.

  7. This is from Agent in Training.

    “Does your offer still stand?” Her question drew his attention back to her.
    “What's that?”
    “The one you made at the hospital.” Her eyes reminded him of a rain-soaked forest. She chewed on her bottom lip.
    “Could you refresh my memory? I was drugged. It's a little hazy.”
    “You offered your services. What do you think? Are you up for it?”
    Nick's reserve crumbled. She was asking him to make love to her, and frankly he'd be a fool to turn her down. “I'm getting there, just give me a second. To hell with company policy or common sense for that matter. He wanted her. Really wanted her.
    He lifted an eyebrow. “I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

    1. Jerri - You're so busy these days, thank you very much for stopping by. Love that last line.


  8. Here is a little excerpt from my novel, Check Out Time, which will be released on June 13 by Oaklight Publishing:


    As she turned, she pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her jaw dropped. She caught sight of a pair of brilliant blue eyes. She took in the soft features and the neatly trimmed goatee. Her nervous stare traveled to the blond bangs, and then back to the eyes again. She tried not to notice the bare chest and the wisps of light blond hair against naked skin, but it was difficult.

    “Good morning,” Richard said. “I’ve been awake for the past hour or so, but you looked like you were having a dream or something, so I didn't want to wake you.”

    Richard drew closer to her. She could feel the heat of his body against her. He began to kiss her. She didn’t know what to say. He touched her and—

    Naomi jumped, again. She opened her eyes. This time, she was lying on the couch in her living room. Richard was asleep next to her. Naomi’s head had been resting on his chest. She looked down and saw him looking at her. This time, his eyes looked more real, more deep—although just as brilliantly blue.


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    1. Hehehe - teaser. Best wishes on your book tour, and many thanks for sharing today!

    2. Thank you, Sheri!

  9. From Sinful Urges by Sonia Hightower. Available on ARe, Bookstand, Smashwords, Amazon, 1Place.

    "She did a hip-swinging twirl and, facing me once again, she unbuttoned the second button. I unzipped my pants. There were no more buttons after this. Her short top fell open, revealing two magnificent breasts, just right for a man's hands. I watched her place her palms on her still rotating hips. Though I was too far away, I could swear I saw a trickle of sweat run down the concave between her breasts and into her belly button. I watched it and freed myself from my restraints. I stroked my cock and groaned, praying everyone was asleep in the house.
    "The music in Maria's house must have increased in tempo because she began twirling around and around, hair flying and whipping her face. Her breasts tantalized me every time they became visible, however momentarily. She spun, I stroked. Her hair flew, I stroked. Her skirt billowed out so far that her thong was visible, I stroked. A breast flashed, I stroked. She stopped suddenly, and her blouse fell to the floor. I came and gasped as, for the second time that day, my hand was coated in a sticky fluid.

    1. What? He's a peeping Tom? LOL! Wish I knew what Maria was listening to - lol. Great scene, thanks for sharing.

  10. Wow, wow, wow! I love all the scenes. Al of them are smoking hot!

    1. Brendan!! (Love's Prophecy - Available in ebook and print from Amazon). So glad you stopped by today!!

  11. Wow, those were some steamy scenes!

  12. Well, I suppose I'll bite.. Don't laugh at me. :) It's definitely not very steamy.

    He rolled his eyes and snorted. “I haven’t done so well with the task it seems.”
    “Oh, aye, truly you have!” She beamed a radiant smile at him.
    He stared at her as she placated him with her smile and reassurances. No longer able to resist her proximity, he peered from her vibrant green eyes and that glorious sunny smile of hers. Then he reacted. He reached out and hooked his arm around her curved waist and pulled her soft body to rest against his.
    One hand settled at her lower back while his other hand rose to frame her delicate face before traveling to cradle the back of her head. He gave into the urge that had plagued him since he’d first beheld those pink, plump lips. He lowered his head and captured her lips with his own.
    He traced her lower lip with his tongue coaxing her to open for him. She opened her mouth to his tender assault and his tongue swept into her mouth, delicately teasing her.
    She tasted of rich, spiced honey. It was enough to drive him mad. Timidly touching her tongue to his, she opened wider for him. He sank deeper into her sweetness and caressed her mouth.

  13. Wow, these are great! Okay, I'll try - from a contemp piece I've been playing with called The Wicked Night -

    Tristan grabbed a grape and poised it at her mouth, begging her lips to open. She stared at him, parting them and sucking in the offered fruit. He fed her another and this time, her tongue licked his fingers before stealing the grape. His eyes turned darker and he groaned. With a smile, she held the grape in her mouth, rose and scooted to him, to kiss him. He met her lips and pried them open. His tongue darted in and stole her grape without releasing her. The grape smashed against his teeth, the juice spilling into his mouth and hers. She moaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
    Tristan held her close, arms around her back. One hand supported her head as the other skimmed down her back, over her skirt-covered ass down to the back of her bare thighs. The warmth of his fingers threaded upward, underneath the short skirt. Inwardly, Mia smiled. The shorter, tight underskirt surprised him, she could tell when his fingers paused. The hand holding her head tensed as he explored under the skirt and found her buttocks bare until he got to the ribbon-backing.
    His mouth tore from hers and nibbled back to her ear. “Oh my God, darlin’ you’re in a G-string.” He bit at her neck as his fingers went under the ribbon and below, following it to her pussy. She knew she was soaking and relished in his embrace when he tightened. His cock hardened, the bulge pressing against her.
    His fingers pulled the ribboned sides down. “Take these off,” he insisted, his voice laden with desire. Between them, the G-string slipped off and he took it, shoving the wet piece into his pocket. Before she could say a word, his hand returned between her thighs and he slid two fingers into her sheath.

  14. This is a chapter from my second unfinished)novel called 'Repercussions.

    Katie first approached Gilbert, kissing him sumptuously, simultaneously undoing his shirt buttons. As soon as he had got the idea, he started to peel off his clothes, only to be stopped in his tracks by Katie.
    ‘No, no,’ she chided him. ‘I’ll do that in a minute. Just wait.’
    Then moving to her second “victim”, she started to undress him, slowly, sensuously, like a tiger playing with its prey, only returning to Gilbert when Antoine was down to just his pants, showing, very obviously, that he had enjoyed the experience. Gilbert was given the same treatment. Now pushing them both on to the sofa, she put on some music and began the most lascivious striptease of her life. It seemed to take for ever. Each item of clothing being discarded, exposing more and more of her slim, sexy, body. Every twist and turn became more suggestive than the last, her hands running over her body where the two men so wanted their hands to be, until, finally there was nothing more to hide and she threw herself on to the floor.
    Katie expected both men to dive onto her, to have their ways with her there and then, but this was France. Things, it seemed, did not work like that. She was picked up from the floor by Antoine, and was carried gently to her bedroom, and laid, face down on her bed. Now it was her turn to accept the orders. ‘Now you must not move. Just wait’ she was told.
    Seconds later, she was aware of two pairs of hands, one pair caressing her shoulders, the other massaging her feet. The latter caused her to try to pull away, as her feet had always been very ticklish, but she was not allowed, and soon realised that she was not being tickled; it was a firmer touch which actually caused her to relax. The two men whispered something to each other, and one of them disappeared downstairs, coming back up a few minutes later, and suddenly she was aware of a warm liquid with a perfume that she thought might be jasmine being drizzled onto her back, from her neck down the length of her body to her calves, and then the real treatment started. The four hands expertly massaging every inch of her body, working from both ends which meant that when both pairs of hands met, they were in the region of her bum, which she had so outrageously displayed to them only a short while previously. The sensation was almost too much. So intense was it that Katie was almost expecting herself to orgasm, but that delight was a long way off. The hands, often joined by lips and tongues were finding more erogenous zones on her body than she ever realised existed.
    Eventually she was rolled over on to her back, and the same treatment was afforded to her front, though with more stops along the way at her breasts and thighs. The manipulation of her body was slow, deliberate and overwhelmingly sexual, such that Katie thought she might lose consciousness if they continued for much longer. Every time she felt she had reached the summit, the hands would relent, allowing her to calm down again, only then take her towards another crescendo.
    Opening her eyes at one point, she realised that both men were now naked and were sporting impressive erections. Katie reached out and caressed first one and then the other, holding, almost worshipping, them. Within a short space of time the two penises were put to their proper use. Still there was no sense of urgency. Taking it in turns, each man took her, differing positions, changing pace, and finally when none of them could survive any longer, both of the men exploded inside her.
    Never had she experienced anything like that, and she doubted that she ever would again. She had been resurrected, born again, brought back to life. The experience would stay with her for the rest of her life. Even now, out in the garden, she could still feel her body tingling.

    My first book, 'Sanctuary' also contains some antics by Katie, and is avalable on Kindle at

  15. From my PNR WIP, Madison's Stone:

    He raised her up enough to slide her jeans and panties over her butt and hips, then gently sat her back down so he could peel the material down her legs. The feel of her bare flesh against the backs of his fingers warmed his belly. Damien let his gaze wander over the sleek lines and curves of her naked body, an approving growl rumbling from his chest when he finally looked into her eyes. Curiosity flickered in those lightened orbs. Unspoken want flashed across her face. He crawled over her, his body barely touching hers until he hovered over her, his mouth just a breath away from hers. She whispered his name and the sound shot through his heart and pooled in his groin. With a rough groan, Damien covered her lips and delved into the moist heat of her mouth.

    Madison arched beneath him, clutching at his shoulders with trembling hands. Pleasure coursed through him at the feel of her breasts against his chest. Damien hardened, ground his hips into hers, drawing a desperate whimper from her. He jerked away and pressed heated kisses to the rippling column of her throat, pausing here and there to nip the curve of her shoulder then soothe each bite with a sweep of his tongue.

    Her hands held him against her as her head fell back. “Please!”

    Madison’s body shuddered against his, goose bumps appearing along her shoulder. Damien closed his eyes and listened to the rapid beating of her heart as the pulsing song of her blood called to his wolf. The urge to claim her, to mark her crashed over him and a ferocious growl vibrated from his chest. The beast within howled with anticipation and his mouth watered for that first taste. He closed over her throat and sucked hard on the tender flesh. Madison gasped, digging her fingers into his back. The biting pain only heightened his lust and he kneed her legs apart with a harsh grunt. He settled between them, his hard flesh pressing against the warm folds of her core.

    “Now! Please, now.”

    Damien released his hold on her throat and looked up. Madison’s mouth hung open and each breath she inhaled was gulping and ragged, as if she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs. Eyes wide and glazed, she stared at him in passion-induced silence.

    “Tell me what you want,” he growled.

    She licked her lips. Heat flared in her eyes, making them glow like a full moon in a midnight sky.

    “Tell me.” He kissed the hollow of her neck.

    “I want you,” she whispered. “I need you.”

    His hand trailed over her breasts and belly, the taut skin quivering as his fingers slid into her heated depths. “You want me here?” He curled his fingers and she gasped, her body rigid as he slid in and out of her.

    “Yes.” Air hissed between her teeth as her head fell back again.
    She reached between them and he jerked when her fingers curled around his hardened length. A harsh groan ripped from his throat. He wouldn’t last long, not when she was touching him there. He yanked his fingers from her and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

    “Know what you want, Madison,” he warned. “When I take you, you’ll belong only to me. Every inch of you will belong to me.”

  16. Here is a scene from a story i had published aby Burnt Bridge. The link is:
    CD Mitchell

    “But you’re a preacher’s daughter,” he said.

    “You’re a preacher. So what? Have you ever done it?”Nancyworked at her buttons. Mooney sat and watched. After removing her blouse, she turned her back to him and lifted her hair. “Unhook my bra,” she said.

    Mooney reached and fumbled with the clasp. Then he tried with both hands.

    Nancylooked at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you know how to unhook a bra?” She dropped her hair and reached the clasp with her right hand. The bra flew out of the back of the truck and her breasts sprang free. With her skirt pulled up around her waist she rolled over on top of Mooney, straddling him. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back, exposing his bare chest.

    “You’re a preacher’s daughter.” He whispered the words into her ear as she kissed at his chest and neck.

    “I bet you fuck all the preachers’ daughters,” she said.

    “No, I don’t do this. I can’t do this.”

    “I need it just like anyone else.” She slid down his torso and began to unbutton his pants. He grabbed her hands and pushed her off him as he sat up.

    “What are you doing?” She held her arm across her chest as if she were shy. Her thin arm could not hide the flesh that overflowed from behind.

    “You play the piano in your father’s church. You were speaking in tongues at the altar tonight. You just can’t be doing this,” Mooney said.

    “The world already had its Virgin Mary, and I wasn’t it. Don’t you like women, or are you queer?” She eased away to the far side of the truck and let her skirt drop around her feet. She wore no panties, and her tanned body glistened in the light of the moon. The dark patch between her legs hid what he had yearned for all of his life.

    “But you said you wanted to be a missionary,” he said.

    “Daddy Johnny won’t buy me a car unless I do.”

    “I’ve saved myself for my bride.”

    She laughed. “You’re a virgin?”

    “Are you?”

    She laughed again. This time the joke seemed funnier. After slipping back into her skirt, she hopped out of the truck and retrieved her bra. “Let’s get married,” she said as she slid the straps over each shoulder. “Then you can say you saved yourself for your bride. I’ll do anything to get away from Daddy. He drives me nuts.”

    Mooney sat up and began to button his shirt. “Marrying you wouldn’t make it right if we had sex tonight.”

    She jumped back into his arms. “If we get married, it doesn’t matter.” She ravaged his mouth and face with kisses. “The Bible says the only way to correct fornication is to marry your woman.”

    “I’ve never read that.”

    “It’s there,” she said between gasps for air. “Trust me. If we’re getting married anyway, it’s fine.”

    He kissed her lips and cupped her breasts through her bra, sliding his left hand down her leg and up her skirt.

    “You aren’t taking me back to Daddy’s?” The pleading in her voice seemed nearly as strong as her desire. Her hand found his crotch, and she rubbed her palm against him.

    “Put your clothes on. I’m taking you home.”

  17. Hi Sheri! Thanks for allowing us to do this! What fun! My excerpt is from my recent paranormal romance debut, For the Love of a God.

    He reached around for her zipper again to drag it south, but only got about another half inch down before he noticed her face. She tried to hide her look of uncertainty from him, but failed miserably. “Maia, what’s wrong? If you don’t you want to do this…”

    “I do.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, feeling so inadequate before his golden, manly beauty. “It’s just— Oh God, here comes my stupid insecurity. You’re so goddamn perfect. Why would you want me?”

    His eyes widened and he blinked at her a few times. His brow creased in an expression of great tenderness. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

    Her eyes suddenly misted, big fat wuss that she was.

    His mouth set in a tight line. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Once there, he wheeled a gold-leaf cheval mirror out of the corner and stood her in front of it. Still overwhelmingly naked, he stood behind her and looked at her in the reflection. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m going to show you how very beautiful you are.”

    Finally, he finished with the damn zipper, easing it down the curve of her buttocks. Then he peeled the dress off her body and let it slip to the floor, and helped her step out of it. Maia didn’t want to look at her near-nude reflection, but Eric would brook no opposition. He made her look at herself. In nothing but her silk panties and heels, she felt über-exposed, but he was drinking in the sight of her in the mirror.

    Just when she thought he might finish with this weird experiment, he helped her take her shoes off and set them aside. And then he hooked his fingers in her panties, still looking at her in the mirror. “Watch,” he whispered.


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