Saturday, August 27, 2016

My Sexy Beast by Marie Tuhart #mysexysaturday

It's that time again for My Sexy Saturday.

This week's theme:  My Sexy Beast

I'm using 7 sentences from a work in progress, it's a shifter/werewolf book, that I've been playing with.

          In the beginning he regarded her nervousness of him as just that, but lately he realized it was more.  It was as if she sensed the predator within him, the beast he kept under control. 
          His nose twitched at the heavy scene of lavender that lingered in the air and he frowned.  He wondered why Andrea felt the need to mask her scent,  his inability to catch her true scent was frustrating.  Drowning the rest of his beer, he dropped some money on the table and headed out.  Now was the time for action.  It was time for him to make his move.


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Saturday, August 20, 2016

My Sexy Reunion by Marie Tuhart - #mysexysaturday

It's that time again for My Sexy Saturday.

This week's theme:  My Sexy Reunion

I'm using 7 paragraphs from Doms of the Silver Screen: Adam, coming later this year.

          "Oh, darling." His breath was hot and moist against her ear.

          "Yes, honey." She rubbed her body over his. She was giving the performance of her life. Her hands tightened on his broad shoulders, his soft hair just brushing her skin. She nibbled at his ear.

          "Bedroom?" His tone strained.

          Reaching down, she slipped her fingers between his hard stomach and jeans, then pulled him by his belt buckle. She kept the barest of distance between their bodies while walking backward. The bedroom lay at the end of the hallway.

          Once inside, their legs tangled, and they fell upon the blue satin quilt. His hard erection pressed into her softness. The bed quivered.

          "Oh, baby." His fingers began unbuttoning her blouse.

          A crack and a snap filled the air, then there was air between her and the mattress. She didn't even have time to let out a scream as the bed collapsed beneath them.

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Saturday, August 13, 2016

Here Comes Sexy by Marie Tuhart #mysexysaturday

It's that time again for My Sexy Saturday.

This week's theme: Here Comes Sexy

I'm using 7 paragraphs from a work in progress.  I can tell you these two are at odds with each other.  Cole doesn't want to be attracted to Janie, but she's determined to make him lose his cool. Enjoy.

          Her heart started pounded as she glanced up at him.   His face was stone hard and his eyes...oh his eyes were blazing. He was in full Dom mode. "Go upstairs and get changed," he ordered.
          Janie shook her head.  She was going out.
          "Janie, I'm warning you."
          Red.  She literally saw red.  "Get over yourself, Cole."
          "What did you say?"  His eyes narrowed.
          "I'm almost twenty-five, I don't need you to look after me.  I can take care of myself."  Dom mode or not, this was her life he was messing with.
          "You're a babe in the woods and maybe it's time I taught you a thing or two." 

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Claimed by the Sheikh by Marie Tuhart #free #eroticromance

My short story Claimed by the Sheikh is free on Amazon 8/9 through 8/11

 #free #eroticromance #shortstory


Blurb:

Translator Sara Delaney is on her way to Russia when her plane is diverted to London. After a disappointing love affair with a sexy and powerful man she’s looking forward to some downtime.  She’s pleasantly surprised when a driver delivers her to a penthouse room in a luxury hotel. Aching with sorrow over the way the man she enjoyed in so many ways disappointed her by not being the take-charge dominant male she needed in the bedroom, she collapses on the sumptuous bed only to wake to find him in her suite.

Sheikh Kasim Harram, leader of a small middle-eastern kingdom, is not used to a woman thwarting his advances. He’d expected the love affair with Sara, the woman of his dreams, to blossom, but she said a final farewell in Hong Kong. He doesn’t know why. After all, he always treated her with the utmost respect, withholding his more wild appetites. When her plane makes an unscheduled layover in London, where he happens to be on business, it seems the fates have conspired to give him another chance at seduction. With nothing more to lose perhaps the time has come to show her his real nature, but will it backfire causing him to lose her forever?

When does a layover in Heathrow airport turn into a weekend of pleasure...and maybe forever? When you're claimed by the sheikh.



Excerpt:
    
"Hello, little one."
Son of a turkey biscuit. "Kasim?" She fumbled for the lamp. The light snapped on, and she blinked. No imagination here. "You scared the crap out of me." Her heart pounded in her chest, now not from fear but from apprehension. How the hell did he get here? Last time she heard he’d gone back home. The more important question was why would he be here? She ignored the way her heart pounded and her clit pulsed at the sight of him. They were done.
"Yes, it is I." He leaned forward in the chair near the bed. His dark hair was tousled, but he still had that calm, cool, collected aura about him. The perfect gentleman.
"Why are you here?" She scrambled to think, sleep still clogging her brain.
"To see you, of course." His deep, husky voice sent shivers of awareness through her veins.

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sexy Unleashed by Marie Tuhart #mysexysaturday

It's that time again for My Sexy Saturday.

This week's theme:  Sexy Unleashed

I'm using 7 paragraphs from my book Bound &Teased, because I really feel Jed and Ry are sexy unleashed.  Enjoy. 

“Welcome home.” Jed’s breath skimmed her neck before his lips touched her skin.

          “It’s been too damn long.” Ry didn’t hesitate, his mouth closing over hers.

          Katie's heart pounded as Ry’s mouth devoured hers. Jed nipped at her skin with little bites where her neck and shoulder met, and she let out a gasp, allowing Ry to slide his tongue past her lips.

          Two sets of hands roamed over her body. Ry cupped her ass, pulling her against his hard cock. Jed teased the underside of her breasts, making her nipples pebble while he pressed his equally hard erection against her ass.

          “My turn.” The words barely registered before Ry released her lips. Strong fingers cupped her chin, her head turned, and Jed took her mouth. His lips were softer, but his kiss was as hard and demanding as Ry’s, but less urgent.

            Two men, two different kisses. Her brain grappled with the way they tasted. Each different. Ry, metal and coffee, Jed, mint and the outdoors.

          Oh, God. They tasted the same as they had when she was eighteen.
Her body was melting between them. She curled one arm around Jed’s neck, and the other hand began caressing Ry’s chest. Her helplessness to resist these two men was starting again. And did she care? At the moment, no, but she’d come home knowing they weren’t going to play it safe, not this time.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Destiny's Choice by Victoria Saccenti #newrelese

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DestinysChoice1800w copy 2 No one evades Fate. Especially when the escape route is cracked and full of holes. As a naïve young woman, Marité Muro nearly drowned in a maelstrom of confusing emotions stirred by two very different men. One whose tortured soul tugged at her heart, another whose scorching touch made her innocent body want…more. Four years in a Spanish prep school gave her time to gain perspective, and now she’s come home to Florida knowing what she wants. The one man she’s never been able to forget, and she’s ready to prove their age difference is no obstacle. Vietnam left scars on Brian MacKay, some visible, some invisible—and infinitely more dangerous. His war buddy’s sister-in-law has ripened into a tempting, irresistible woman, but she is forbidden fruit. Yet she challenges his resolve until, in a moment of weakness, his demons slip free. Marité isn’t sure why the man who held her closer than skin is suddenly holding her at arm’s length, but she isn’t afraid to fight for him. Even when someone returns from the past who could destroy everything. Her home. Her family. And Brian’s love.

EXCERPT:

December 1969 You’re late…you’re late. Where the heck are you? Out of the corner of her eye, Marité Muro scanned the hallway of the chapel. To her mounting frustration, several attendees standing next to a column blocked her view. She could stare forever and accomplish nothing. Neither the people nor the column would move out of her way. Reality does stink. She didn’t have X-ray vision or mental superpowers like the superheroes in her favorite comics and fantasy novels. Her human anatomy had its limitations, and just to reinforce that concept, a painful stab attacked her temples as a multitude of sparks filled her vision. Half-blind, she tangled the tip of her elegant new shoe with the footed base of a nearby massive candleholder, and she nearly flew forward. Mumbling a curse that would’ve shocked her mother, Marité froze in place, waiting for her vision to clear. Thanks to the futile search, she’d almost made a fool of herself in front of everyone and, worse, had missed key aspects of a ritual she didn’t know well. She should be following the ceremony. Any minute, the spotlight and all eyes would be on her, which meant ignoring the stupid voice that wouldn’t stop nagging in her mind. The incessant taunts had begun as soon as she took her place by the baptismal font: Go ahead. Turn around. Check the crowd, silly girl. How else will you know? Well, screw the voice. She had an important role and should appear focused on the celebration—same as Brian, her partner in the ceremony—or at least pretend. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking of Michael. Why aren’t you here? How about a little peek? the voice insisted. Shifting her gaze to the left hallway, she tried again, seeking a body, a shadow, some movement, anything that might indicate her cousin’s arrival. Nope. Nothing. Zip. You’re going to ruin it if you don’t show up. How could he miss the triple christening when it meant so much to everyone? The entire family had flown in from the Old Country, not to mention friends from all over. Forget the relatives, she had dreamed about this occasion for weeks, had bought this pink chiffon dress and complementary shoes, hoping to regain his attention. She wanted him to see her among adults, doing adult things like a young lady. Maybe then she’d impress the indifference out of him and the uncomfortable disaffection would end. Not so long ago, he would’ve insisted on driving her. He would’ve been full of advice on the ride over. He used to be so protective and supportive, so affectionate, but lately— The clinking sound of the swaying censer and Father O’Leary’s voice grew louder. He’d moved from infant to infant, performing the sacramental rite: dabbing bits of salt in their mouths, sprinkling the tiny foreheads with holy water, and lastly anointing them with chrism. And now it was Rebecca’s turn, the gorgeous child cradled in her arms. Marité glanced at the beaming parents standing off to her right, Raquel and Matthew Buchanan, her sister and brother-in-law. Dismissing her earlier preoccupation, Marité sent a silent prayer on their behalf for a life full of well-deserved happiness. They’d struggled enough. Father O’Leary recited the questions to the godparents, and Marité answered in unrehearsed unison with Brian. The sound of his deep voice, full of emotion and self-assured, rang in her ears as spirals of thick church incense wafted around her with its heady scent. A dreamy feeling overcame Marité. Each I do response seemed to roll out of Brian’s lips in slow motion. The words echoed throughout the room, then ricocheted inside her mind in giant swells. A sense of déjà vu transported her to a distant time in a faraway chamber, richly ornate and full of golden lights, nowhere she knew or had seen before… The experience didn’t last; it ended with the last question but left her shivering. She looked Brian’s way. “Brian?” He leaned forward. “Lil’ godmother?” “Forget it. It’s nothing,” she said quickly. Whatever she’d seen, Brian obviously had not. No point in pursuing it further. Brian MacKay, Matthew’s best friend and ex-war buddy, was the happiest person she’d ever known in all of her fifteen years. His smile could brighten the gloomiest day. In these days of the Vietnam War, men who survived the jungle came home either physically damaged or with broken spirits, sometimes both. Not Brian. His cheerful disposition had carried him through exhausting physical therapy sessions—she’d heard Raquel and Matthew talk—and conquered his wounds. She watched in awed respect as he moved or walked about, displaying his faltering step like a badge of honor and the ever-present cane like a scepter. Despite the seven-year gap between them, Brian didn’t condescend to her. He treated her as an equal, and she liked that quality best. When she learned Brian had agreed to become Rebecca’s godfather, she’d been overjoyed and honored. The sacrament would not only bind them to the child but to each other, as compadres in a very special lifelong relationship, almost like parents. Her thoughts pivoted to her absent cousin…and yep, she was back to where she’d started. “What is it?” Brian nudged her arm. “That frown’s ruining your purdy face.” Marité knew he’d tried to keep his voice down but was also certain folks in the last row heard him. “Shhh,” she whispered, and, suppressing a rising giggle, she bumped him with her shoulder. Brian jerked up to his full height, snapping two fingers in mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Rebecca must have found their exchange entertaining, because she decided to join the fun. Her rosebud lips puckered, releasing a loud half-raspberry, half-spit bubble. “Not very ladylike,” Marité murmured. Brian snickered, and the priest shot them both a warning glare. Her sister, Raquel, heard the sound and flicked a signal to Matthew. As a lighted taper was presented to Marité and Brian, Matthew retrieved Rebecca in exchange, rescuing everyone from the priest’s displeasure. With little Rebecca’s explorations in sound effects successfully silenced, Father O’Leary nodded, and the baptism proceeded in its ordered sequence. Boom! The sound of a kneeler dropped carelessly on the floor reverberated throughout the chapel like a discharged cannon. Marité tossed poise out the window and turned, peering above and beyond the curious guests to the source of the commotion. You know how to make an entrance, don’t you? With hands pressed against the last pew, Michael leaned forward. His shoulder-length hair, falling in the direction of his hands, concealed his features. On her next breath, Marité evaluated the situation in the room: a pale Aunt Coralina directed a wife-to-husband plea for serenity to Uncle Jonas, whose gaze emitted ice-blue fury toward his irreverent son. An unexpected censuring scoff out of Brian startled her, and Marité pivoted, beginning to feel like a spinning top. The frown of disapproval was a rare departure from Brian’s affable countenance. Confounded by it all, Marité flipped back around just as Michael looked up, tossed back his leonine mane in obvious defiance, and smirked. Ignoring everyone present, he glared at her. A chill ran down Marité’s spine…
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A native of Cuba, Victoria acquired a love for books from her mother, and the desire to see the world from her father. As a result she has been around the globe by her count, at least twice. From her journeys she has gathered a varied collection of stories and anecdotes, which now serve to inspire her muse. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband, she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores. Stay in touch with Victoria via Facebook or drop me a line on my web page, Victoria Saccenti Writes or visit her Amazon Author page: Author.to/VictoriaSaccenti
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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Sexy on the Run by Marie Tuhart #mysexysaturday

It's that time again for My Sexy Saturday.

This week's theme:  Sexy on the Run

Since I don't write romantic suspense and have nothing even close.  I thought I'd give a teaser from Quick Silver Ranch: Saddle Up. Jared is co-owner of Quick Silver Ranch.  Angie is at the ranch for her best friend's wedding.  These two knock heads from the beginning. Now Jared is laying it all out to Angie. Enjoy.

          “What do you want, Angie?” He wanted her, but first he had to make sure she wanted him. He didn't take unwilling women.

          Her tongue slipped out and wet her lips. “You,” she whispered.

          “I'm not like other men.” Could she handle the dominant male within him? The man who would take everything she had to give and then some, before giving it back to her. Could she handle his forceful sexuality when other women couldn't?

          “I don't want another man.”

          “If you stay, you'll play by my rules. I'll be in charge. The rest we can discuss later.”

          She nodded, her breathing shallow.

          “Fine, you'll stay here for the next two weeks with me. So make it happen. I'll see you in the morning.” Without another word, he released her and walked away. He had to set the tone of this test from the beginning. She'd either turn tail and run, or rage at him. It would be interesting to see which one.

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