January 31, 2014

Friday Flames are giggling!


Today's special guest is none other than Funny Girl
Melodie Campbell

She's sharing an excerpt from her hit romantic comedy:

I screamed.

“Don’t kill him!”

Cedric turned to me. His eyes were that brilliant green that lacked soul. He sheathed his sword, and as he did, the dark green eyes returned to normal.

“I haven’t. He’s merely in a daze. It will pass in an hour.”

 He snorted then. “I could have killed him. I wanted to. Consider it my gift to you that I didn’t.”

I sat, immobile. The draw was starting up again, slow, insidious. As long as Cedric was occupied with defense, I could fight to keep my mind independent of his. But when he turned his full attention upon me…I shivered.

“He can’t kill me—none of them can kill me.” He spat in the direction of the body. “Do not think you’ll be rid of me, Rowena. I can’t be killed.”

Dear God, what did he mean by that? Was he no longer human?

He moved to the window with startling speed, eyes sweeping the land for riders. “I don’t blame you for this. I hardly blame him. You are too much a temptation. I need to get you back to Huel.”

He spun back, eyes on me again. I cried out from the pain of it and I felt his answering howl, as the draw shook him where he stood.

“Damn the gods! How can I hold my powers at bay with you so close—“

He was across the room in a second, down on the floor over me, gathering me to him. The pain gave way to unbelievable release—not joy, oh no, never joy—but like a cage of pain being ripped away. I didn’t try to resist it. No, I didn’t resist his hand in my hair, his lips on my throat moving down and down. Already, my legs were moving apart, betraying the thoughtless, helpless creature I was becoming.

His mouth moved down further and I let him, dear God, I welcomed it, his mouth on my skin, knowing me, claiming me, and then…

I jerked and cried out when he entered me. He roared like a lion, pulled back, then burst forward again, and I grabbed his tunic hard and pulled. The cloth ripped in my hands, and I heard him laugh like a demon. His face came down on mine, and we were drowning, fighting for air, and I let go—gave in to the madness, and the waves roared, and the room pitched, and I was one with something greater than human—

The room was still now. I opened my eyes. Cedric was sitting cross-legged beside me on the floor with concern on his face. Concern?

“I lost you for a time there,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

This was an old Cedric—a Cedric from before the magic had ruled him.

Melodie Campbell achieved a personal best this year when Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.  She has over 200 publications, including 100 comedy credits, 40 short stories, and 5 novels. She has won 6 awards for fiction and is the Executive Director of Crime Writers of Canada.
ROWENA AND THE DARK LORD, book 2 in the Land’s End series, is NOW AVAILABLE
ROWENA THROUGH THE WALL, book 1 in the Land’s End series “Hot and hilarious!” (Midwest Book Review)

Please feel free to share a HOT excerpt of your own (don't forget buy links) or comment on what you've read. 

Have a blistering day!


  1. The Rowena books are fantastic - don't miss them!

  2. And here's a quickle (sorry, couldn't resist!) from my novel, WAKING DREAM...

    Sara is standing in the shower. Her breathing is shallow, her heartbeat is racing. She’s not alone, and she can hear herself moaning at every touch, every kiss from her husband. He’s on his knees in front of her, and Sara feels as though she’s about to explode. She’s more than satisfied with their sex life, but it’s never been quite like this before.

    She’s so caught up in the proceedings that she doesn’t really notice the sudden cold draft, but she does see something out of the corner of her eye. It’s a shadowed shape, a person-sized shape, standing just beyond the shower curtain, only a few feet away. Over the sound of the water, and Brian’s breathing and her own moans, she barely hears a woman’s voice. It sounds bored and impatient as it says, “God, don’t you two ever do anything else?”


    1. I've read 3 of Melodie's books and found I couldn't put any of them down once I'd started reading. :) That said, now I have to read your book, James!

  3. From Shot Through The Heart

    He brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. His fingers were gentle, and she tipped her head toward his caress. He slipped his fingers behind her neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss, like his touch, was tender.
    She splayed her fingers across his chest. Under them, his heart pounded. Derrick’s mouth urged hers open, and their tongues danced together. He lifted her so that she straddled his lap. She pressed against him until his erection rose against her belly. A longing so fierce it rocked her took Laramie by surprise.
    She reached for the buttons on his shirt. Snapping them open, she stroked his chest. Fine hairs slid under her fingers, and she traced them to his waistband. She teased him by running her fingertips along the rigid length of him. He moaned into her mouth, making her soar with womanly power.
    His palms skimmed over her ribs and outer swell of her breasts. She hurried him by lifting the hem of her camisole and tugging it over her head. He dipped his mouth to a nipple. She wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned back to give him full access. Holding both breasts with work-roughened hands, he teased her nipples with lips and tongue until she dug her fingers into his shoulders.
    She couldn’t, wouldn’t fall in love with him.
    But she could forget…for a little while.
    Desperate to be closer, Laramie unsnapped the button on his jeans, then slid the zipper down. With his legs trapped between her thighs, taking his jeans and boxers off wasn’t easy, but together, they freed his erection. He kicked off his boots; his clothing stayed wrapped around his knees. Winding her fingers around him, Laramie whispered in his ear, “Very nice.”
    His chuckle vibrated against her neck.
    Laramie giggled, too. But her laughter faded when he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her borrowed sweats and tugged. With her legs straddled over his, there was no way her pants were coming down.
    Reluctantly, she pulled away and stood with her hands at her sides.
    Derrick slid forward on the couch and placed his hands on her hips. With a yank, her sweats fell to her ankles, and she kicked them away. Deliberately teasing, she slid the thin scrap of lace down her legs one tantalizing inch at a time until she stood before him in all her glory. As he looked, her nipples pebbled and the vee between her legs dampened.
    Derrick pulled her forward so that she stood between his thighs.
    Resting her hands on his shoulders, she bent forward and kissed him again. When he slipped his palms up her behind, she shivered. Her shivers turned torturous when his tongue dipped into her navel. “Make love to me, Derrick,” she begged.
    With a move that shocked her, he swooped her up and placed her on the couch. Lowering himself over her, his erection strained for the sky. Laramie wrapped both hands around it and slid them up and down.
    “I can’t last much longer,” Derrick groaned. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself to enter her. Laramie closed her eyes and shifted, ready for him.

    1. HOT HOT HOT!!! And this is a great line: Her shivers turned torturous when his tongue dipped into her navel.
      Thanks for sharing the heat!

  4. Absolutely adore Melodie's books. They have it all.

  5. This sexcerpt is taken from my novel, Love's Prophecy, book #1 in the Prophecy Series.

    With a tug, Breeana pulled her borrowed T-shirt over her head then smoothed her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. Her thumbs flicked her nipples until they hardened.

    His burning gaze remained riveted on her breasts.

    Drunk with sexual power, she ran her palm over her stomach, then touched herself between her thighs.

    Mel growled, low and throaty, and his fangs slipped into view. His grip tightened. He pushed his erection against her bottom as his eyes, completely black now, narrowed. His breath wheezed in and out while his hips continued pumping up and down in a steady rhythm.

    Perfect. He was good and trapped. She scooted down his body and pushed his T-shirt up around his neck. Her hungry gaze devoured the sight of his large pecs and broad shoulders.

    (Damn, he is well put together.)

    She grazed his flat nipples with her teeth. He hissed and arched off the bed.

    Breeana kissed a path down his hard, rippled stomach. “Do you want me to stop?” She unsnapped the button of his jeans and eased down the zipper. “If you do, then tell me now.”

    If she wasn't so turned on, she would have laughed at the intense expression on his face. Wild desire flashed in his eyes, matching hers. His muscles contracted as he fisted the comforter. His only reply was deep ragged breathing. She tugged his pants down to his knees and peeled his boxers over his huge shaft. The head of his penis reached his navel, thick and hard, and it twitched with each harsh breath he took.

    With both hands, she gripped him. A clear drop of moisture glazed the tip. She rubbed her thumb over it and his breath caught in his throat. Slowly, she bent forward and took him into her mouth. The exotic taste and scent of him made her dizzy.

    Love's Prophecy is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00702YWF0
    Barnes and Noble.
    Also available in print through Amazon and Createspace.

    1. You know how much I amore your books! But the way you've described your vampire's penis....WOW. Scorching hot.
      I'm turning the fans on now!

  6. Wow, I am not even through my first cup of coffee and . . . OMG!

  7. Gals and James, thank you so much!
    And now, the funny part. I've just come from the Ontario Library Association conference in Toronto, where I helped to run a very proper Crime Writers of Canada event, and read from my quite tame Goddaughter series to very proper librarians.
    Damn, but it's good to get back to the racy stuff here!! Thanks for posting this, Sheri.

    1. I bet they're only proper in public. But in private, or in the privacy of their eReaders, they're not tame by any means! I know of one librarian who writes racy, steamy, HOT romance!
      You're welcome any time, Melodie!!

  8. I just may know that librarian :) I even looked for her at the conference. We were both, of course, at our 'proper' best.


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