11 Romance authors are releasing Valentine Stories this weekend. All are entitled RED HOT VALENTINE. Some are shorter, some are longer. Mine is one of the more longwinded ones. I tend to get carried away. And my computer crashed, so I’ve had to pull a few rabbits out of hats – no wait! That’s Easter! Anyway, I’ve just about got it pulled together. So, the other 10 authors may have theirs out early on the 18th and mine might be late – possibly dragging in on the 19th, but hopefully it will be worth it.
Here’s the blurb:
He’s Aron McCoy’s doctor and a man who has known tragedy and heartache – but he’s about to fall in love with a woman who will bring a song to his heart and show him the true meaning of love. Lia Houston is a girl who lives alone on a beautiful mountain, writing award winning ballads, but she swears she’ll never write another love song.
While vacationing at a cabin in the Ozarks, Scott Walker – Austin neurobiologist, gets snowed-in and has to be rescued by local, Lia Houston. She brings him food, helps him fix his heat and tries to get his car on the road. A monster storm has paralyzed the mountain and as she’s trying to chain his car to her truck, a huge ice-covered limb falls, crushing the front of her pick-up and almost flattening Scott. If she hadn’t moved fast, he’d be a memory – but the brave action on her part comes with a price, she’s injured and stuck with Mr. Know-It-All until the weather abates. Scott doesn’t believe in love, much less love at First Sight. So when he meets Lia, he welcomes the attraction, but fights the tenderness with every breath in his body. Join Sable Hunter as she chronicles their journey from lust to love with a lot of fireworks in between. They meet at the dawn of the New Year, and by Valentine’s Day the fires of True Love are burning bright.
Staring down at Scott, she watched his eyes. The flames from the fire were reflected in their depths, his long lashes forming shadows against high cheekbones. She let her gaze slide down his body and felt the familiar ache between her legs at the sight of the large bulge in his jeans. “Are you always hard?”
He looked up at her, blue eyes meeting green. “Around you, yes.”
“Why?” Lia needed to understand. She was a bit amused, but a lot turned on. The idea of being wanted by this man was too entrancing to ignore.
“Why?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her down for a kiss. “Just thinking of how creamy wet your pussy gets for me turns my cock to stone.” He wove his fingers in her hair, anchoring her close. “All I can think about is being inside of you, fucking you hard and fast until you fly apart in my arms.”
“I seem to remember doing that for you once.” She gave in to the tug of his hand, stretching out beside him, her head next to his on the pillow. Lia placed a hand on Scott’s neck, massaging his nape. She touched her lips to his – gently. And he began to kiss her. God, she almost swooned! His kiss. If she could write another love song, she’d entitle it – His Kiss. Moaning against his lips, she let herself go, sinking into the wonder of his lips against hers. Their tongues sliding over one another – tasting, licking – her sheathe contracting on itself, aching to be taken by him.
“I want you,” he murmured. Immediately his hands were at the hem of her sweater. She got the idea, helped him and soon they were both naked. Her breasts peaked and swelled at the sight of his nude body. His cock was full and distended, jutting out from the thatch of dark hair. It was heavily veined, the crown purple and leaking precum.
Pushing her down, flat of her back, Scott came over her. Lia clutched his upper arms, leaving nail marks as she held on tight. He ran a hand gently up her thigh, a caressing promise. Arching to him, she groaned as her nipples rasped against his chest hair. “Make love to me, Scott,” she begged as she sucked at the skin of his neck. In some small way, she wanted to leave her mark on him.
“God, yes,” he moaned the words as he kissed a path down her chest to the upper swells of her breasts. Lia curled one of her legs around his, trapping him. But he was a willing prisoner. His greedy lips captured a nipple and sucked hard. Sizzles of electricity arced through her. She pushed upward, tempting him to take as much of her as he wanted. Despite her brave words about never expecting love to find her, she was beginning to dream of forever – very dangerous indeed.
“I could kiss you for hours.” His lips slid down her body, he pressed wet open-mouth kisses to the smooth skin above her mons. Lia had always kept herself smooth, it was a habit based on preference rather than the hopes she’d ever feel a man’s hot breath down there – but, God, she was glad she did. “Spread your legs, I want to look at you.”
Lia spread herself, bending her knees, arranging herself as a butterfly might – stretching open for him, totally vulnerable. He sat back, opening her even farther by pressing on her inner thighs. His eyes were alight with lust, Lia could feel his gaze as clearly as she could his touch. It only made her wetter.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” Scott licked his lips. “I can see how much you want me.”
“I do, I can’t help it.” She lifted her hips, imploringly. His cock jerked. Both of their eyes went to it. “I want you inside of me.”
“How? How do you want it?” If she wanted him gentle, that’s how he’d take her. If she wanted him slow and easy – he’d do it if it killed him. “Just ask.”
“I want it real. I want you to take me just the way you want me. I want to see you. Feel you.”
“Then that’s how you’ll get it.” His hand lowered and Lia gasped as he pushed two fingers up inside of her. That wasn’t what she wanted, but it felt so good she didn’t complain. He pushed deep, curling his fingers to play with a little spot she hadn’t even known she possessed.
“Scott!” She keened as he pushed his fingers in and out, manipulating that hidden place which seemed to be as sensitive as her clit or nipples.
“More?” He seduced her with his touch, he drove her mad with his mouth – on her tits, on her lips – he was everywhere. “I want more. I want this.” Bending, he kissed her pussy, twirling his tongue around her clit. Fitting his lips around it, he flickered his tongue fast – lapping like a hungry tiger.
“You’re killing me, you realize that,” she panted in a tight little voice.
“What a way to go.” He set out to steal her breath, her sanity and her soul – licking, kissing, sucking – he feasted at her flesh until she was ravenous for all of him.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she almost wept.
“Why,” he saw no reason to delay their ecstasy.
“I have to touch you. I want you.” She pushed on his chest. “Now.”
Lying back, he opened his arms. “Here I am, take me.” Lia looked at him, from the tip of his toes – past that magnificent cock, to the top of his head.
Then, she ran the tip of her pretty pink tongue around her lips. It was the sexiest damn sight he’d ever seen. She moved between his thighs. “You’re at my mercy.” It wasn’t a question.
“Show none,” he challenged her. Smoothing her hands up his legs, she caressed the hard muscles – up and down, nearer and nearer – almost touching his cock, just lightly passing his aching ball sac. “Lord have mercy.”
“No use asking him for favors, you’re mine now.” Mine. How bold was she?
He didn’t seem to mind. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I like the sound of that.”
She did too, too much. Lowering her head, she licked his balls, drawing one between her lips, playfully rolling it with her tongue. “Houston!” he bellowed, his whole body almost levitating from the floor.
Scott couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was amazing – wooing him, seducing him – playing with him. With kitten-like licks and nibbles she tortured his sack, his thighs, then the thick stalk of his cock, working her way up to slip her lips over the head and suck on him like the sweetest candy. She licked, she laved – she ran her hands over his legs, up his stomach and found his nipples and gave them a slight pinch. “Christ!” He screamed. He had never been so hard. “I’m gonna cum, I swear to God.” Perspiration was forming on his brow, he had to fuck her or die.
“Not till you get inside me.” Crawling up his body like a hungry feline, she straddled him – keeping her legs wide, she lowered herself onto his cock. Scott held onto her legs, caressing them as her pussy enveloped the head. It was absolute agonizing ecstasy to feel her take him in – slowly, luxuriously impaling herself on his cock.
“Heaven,” she murmured as she lifted herself up and down – letting him slide out, then taking him back in. Each time, he could see the thick syrup of her passion coating his rod. Slowly, oh so slowly, she massaged him with rhythmic caresses – pussy-kisses. She used his body like an instrument of joy, her hands resting on his pecs as she rode him to paradise and back.
Scott could feel his body tightening – the pleasure mounting. Her face had that look of complete abandon. He wanted to hold on to her – to the moment forever. Grasping her hips, he steadied her as she took him, letting her body adjust to the invader whom she’d conquered so effortlessly. Quick and hard. Slow and smooth. She varied her attack and bent him to her will.
Lia rode him. And he loved it. His hips lifted, giving her as much pleasure as she offered. Palming her tits, he molded them, twisting and tweaking her nipples till she unraveled before his eyes. A scream tore from her lips as she was flung off the edge of the world. Just watching her face, her body as she made love to him was all it took. He lost the last grip he had on his control and spurted into her, pulsing and pumping – filling her up with his cum.
Exhausted, he pulled her to his chest, stealing a kiss from her cheek. “Tired, kitten?”
“Pooped,” she purred. “I was good, huh?”
“Damn straight.” He laid her to one side, long enough to rise, pick her up and carry her to bed. Placing her down, Scott covered her, returning to the living room. He tended to the dog, closed the fireplace doors and readied himself for the night. It was early, but the only place he wanted to be was by her side. Maybe they needed the rest. God knows, he needed to hold her. Getting back to her had been all he could think of. Every moment when he hadn’t been concentrating on a patient, Lia had been on his mind. What did this mean? Had the quintessential bachelor met the woman he couldn’t live without?
Maybe, he damn sure intended to search his soul till he found the answer.
But until then…he had some snuggling to do.
Comment and tell me what you want for Valentine’s Day and I’ll pick two winners for this ebook.
TRUE LOVE’S FIRE