"Forty-Nine Shades are Close Enough" MF
Blurb: Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms alone in her bed at night reading erotic romance novels even though her relationship with Joe ended quickly when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.
Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. She is delirious with joy when he invites her out to dinner, but when they go to bed and he kisses her breasts, nothing happens. Despite her lust for him her body refuses to be aroused.
Audrey is devastated and so is Yanni. He’s determined to romance her until her body cooperates.
WARNING!! PG13 Excerpt
Yanni picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he came to a romance movie, which he left on with the sound turned low. Then he turned her face to his and kissed her softly, just the briefest touch of his lips to hers.
She cuddled into him, so he feathered kisses on her nose, eyebrows, and across her jawline, and then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“Mmm,” she murmured, resting her palms against his chest.
Yanni tilted Audrey’s mouth up to his and kissed her more deeply. When he licked the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. He pulled her body more firmly against his and kissed her harder, sliding his tongue around behind her teeth, licking the insides of her cheeks, tasting the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, and then she sucked on him, raising the heat between them to a higher level.
Finally they broke apart to breathe, and all the while he rubbed gentle circles on her back, and murmured soft endearments against her neck before diving back in for another hot kiss. This time he sucked her tongue into his mouth before thrusting his deep into hers, subconsciously demonstrating what his aching cock was hoping for.
She pulled back a little from him, but before he could panic her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Yanni let her take the lead, reminding himself, This is all about her. Let her set the pace.
Fortunately, his self-control wasn’t tested too far as she ran her palms against his skin, then tweaked his nipples, before pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuckling his belt.
Yanni slid his hands down her back to cup her butt as she unzipped him and freed his hot, aching cock. He sighed with relief as she pulled it out of his briefs and held it firmly in her hand.
“Oh, yeah, that feels good,” he said, lifting up her skirt and slipping both hands inside her panties.
She wiggled in his arms, encouraging him, so he held her ass with one hand and brought the other forward to cup her mound.
Her fingers were doing wicked things to his dick, pressing on the throbbing vein and rubbing his moisture into the head. When she ran her fingernail under the ridge between the cap and the shaft, he groaned. It felt so damn good.
He slid his longest finger into her channel.
Buy link:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/forty-nine-shades-are-close-enough-by-berengaria-brown/
"Flash Flood" (MMF)
Blurb: Phoebe Edwards (Fi) is on her way to a business meeting when a landslide causes a tsunami of water to flood the road, sweeping her and her compact car into a river. She manages to get out of the car and is pulled from the river by Connor Wilkie and Patrick Bourne who are also on a business reconnaissance in the area. After a night of extremely satisfying “thank God I’m alive sex,” Fi is embarrassed to wake screaming from a nightmare of being drowned in her car. The men soothe and comfort her, which leads to more sex. Fi is given a week off work to recover, and the men invite her to accompany them on their trip. They have a great time, but Fi is unsettled by undercurrents and things she cannot quite grasp. Something underhanded is going on and she doesn’t know what it is.
STORY EXCERPT
“Holy shit!” Fi took her foot off the accelerator and looked at the water across the road ahead of her. The water didn’t look deep, but what did she know? She was a city girl, and while this wasn’t precisely the back of beyond, it was definitely not the city.
She eased the car onto the shoulder and snatched her instructions from the passenger seat beside her. “Route 94 through Brownsville. Check. Right onto Merravalley. Check. Five miles past Merravalley, right…Ah, no. Not been through Merravalley yet and no mention of water.”
A big, black SUV roared past her, straight through the water without slowing down. Fi watched. The water appeared to be only five or six inches deep. “Okay, that seems doable. Just keep driving, though likely not quite that fast.”
Fi buckled her seat belt and watched as a minivan came toward her from the other direction. It slowed a bit, then drove straight through the water. Fi stared at its wheels, but it seemed her previous guess about the depth of the water was accurate.
Fi gripped the steering wheel in a ten-to-two position, placed her four-inch platform sole on the accelerator, and pulled back onto the road. She stared at the water, entering it slowly and carefully, relieved everything seemed fine. Something white appeared in her peripheral vision and she looked to the left to see a wall of water roaring toward her.
“Holy shit!” Fi screamed, and planted her foot flat on the accelerator. “Come on, you piece of shit. Move! This is not the time to be worrying about a low carbon footprint. Let’s get out of here!”
But the compact car was not designed for a fast take-off, and it was not even halfway through the water when the tidal wave hit like a battering ram, forcing it sideways and along what had suddenly become a river.
“Steer into the skid,” Fi told herself, but her brain was screaming that there was a huge difference between a skid and a tsunami. “Come on, car, you can do it!” The engine coughed and died.
Fi peered through her windshield. She was moving sort of sideways in what appeared to be a river, where no river had been five minutes ago. Also, her feet were wet. What the hell? Fi looked at the floor of the car. Yep, water. She banged her hand on the steering wheel.
“Can’t you do anything right, car? If this was a James Bond movie, you’d float!”
The water rose inexorably over her ankles. “Okay, time for the rat to leave the sinking ship. But I’ll have you know, car, these shoes cost me two hundred dollars and I’m not happy about this.” Then Fi giggled. The car would have cost the company a lot more than two hundred dollars and her boss wasn’t going to be happy, either. Well, if Windle and Partners had bought SUVs instead of environmentally friendly small cars, likely she’d be at Merravalley already.
The water was over her calves now and there was no time to waste. Fi thrust her papers into her laptop bag and zipped it shut, slung the handle over her shoulder, pushed her head through the short strap of her purse and pressed the button to lower the window so she could crawl out of the car.
“Electric window. Of course it doesn’t work,” she chided herself and tried to open the door. It wouldn’t open. The pressure of the water was preventing it, no matter how hard she pushed. The water was almost up to her knees now.
Fi swung her legs to the side and braced her heels against the door, leaning forward to hold the catch open with her right hand. “Legs are much stronger than arms. Come on, legs!” she puffed.
The water was now level with the seat and desperation added extra strength to Fi’s efforts. She slammed her feet against the door and finally, it opened. Water rushed in as she pushed her way out.
The laptop caught around the steering wheel and Fi screamed and swore as she hauled it loose and forced her body out against the press of the water.
The river was deeper than it appeared and Fi’s four-inch platform soles scrabbled unsuccessfully for purchase on the bottom. Her long, dark-brown hair came loose from its braid and tangled around her face. Fi gulped for air and got a mouth full of water instead.
She forced herself to relax. Go with the flow, Fi, go with the flow. As her body stilled its frantic movements, she bobbed to the surface again, and was able to turn around in the direction of the torrent and look for the shore.
A man was standing on the edge of the water, yelling at her and waving his arms to attract her attention. Next to him, a cowboy was swinging a rope over his head. What’s a cowboy doing here? Her laptop was dragging her down, but no way was Fi leaving it behind. All her work files were on it. Determinedly, she swam at an angle across the current, making for the two men. It really wasn’t far, but it seemed to take forever to move even one stroke closer to the shore. Why am I so damn tired?
A rope splashed down on the water in front of her. One more solid kick with her legs, one long stretch with her right arm and she reached it. Fi grabbed it with both hands and remained upright in the water as the cowboy and his friend pulled her toward them. She ended up flat on her belly on the grass at their feet, rather like a beached whale. The waving man hauled her to her feet as gallons of water poured out of her clothes. And out of her purse and laptop bag, damn it.
“Your computer’s gonna be cactus, love. But someone’ll get your car and the mechanic should be able to get it running again.”
“That piece of shit belongs to the company, and if they hadn’t been so worried about global warming and had given me an SUV, this never would have happened.”
“Didn’t you hear? There was a landslide over at Merravalley and the river burst through to carve a new channel.”
“I noticed.”
Buy link:
http://www.bookstrand.com/flash-flood
Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
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