Excerpt~Best Friends, Fantasy Lovers. #KindleUnlimited #Amazon #Erotica

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I finally hunkered down and released my 8th book: BEST FRIENDS, FANTASY LOVERS.

SynopsisFriendship has never been so tempting…

Tommy and Capri have different backgrounds, goals, and motivations.

He’s an Irish guitarist in a new band with dreams of being a rock star, and not one serious bone in his body outside of playing music.

She’s an American valedictorian, who takes her responsibilities seriously, and dreams of being at the top of her profession.

Despite Tommy and Capri’s initial attraction to each other, both know a relationship is doomed from the start. In lieu of romance, they become best friends who share everything, including their ambition to succeed, their desire to make each other laugh, even their hidden secrets and darkest fantasies. When they begin to act out their fantasies with each other, non-platonic feelings start to creep in, and they must decide whether their friendship can survive what neither of them wants–being in love.

Although I hate spoiling surprises within my stories, giving teasers is a necessary evil. So…

THE IS AN EXCERPT FROM MY EROTIC ROMANCE NOVEL, INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY! BEWARE THE RAUNCHY LANGUAGE.

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Someone bumped his arm with a cold beer bottle, startling him from his reverie.

“Aren’t you that cool rocker dude from that cool rock band?” Spirit said in falsetto, mimicking a chick trying to get Tommy’s attention.

“Twat!” Tommy said as he wiped the condensation from the bottle off his arm. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. I almost shat myself.”

Spirit sat in a chair next to Tommy. “You going to sit back here and stare at her all night?”

“Stare at whom? I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, mate.” Tommy chugged the rest of his whiskey and held the glass up to get the barmaid’s attention. “In case you haven’t noticed, there are two dicks on the stage. Hardly my type. It’ll take more to win me over than shaving your legs.”

“Or maybe they need curlier hair and darker eyes.”

Tommy thanked the waiter for bringing over another full glass. He ignored Spirit.

“And maybe their names should begin with a C.”

“We’re not in high school, Spirit. You got something to say, just spit it out.”

“I know you think your silly sunglasses are hiding your eyes, but…let’s just say, I’m surprised Capri hasn’t fallen out from the hole you’re staring in the back of her head.”

“If you can see my eyes so bloody well, or knew anything about me, you’d know I wouldn’t be staring at the back of her head. My eyes would be glued to that fat arse in that short, tight dress.”

“Lord Almighty. Her ass in that dress.” Spirit smacked his lips. “But no. You wouldn’t be focusing on an ass you’re so familiar with. Besides, you see ass every day. Everywhere. It’s the woman with the ass. The one onstage being used as a prop by the handsome stripper.”

At that moment, Mr. Buffoon flipped Capri out of the chair, where she sat onstage, onto his face with her legs straddling him. Tommy felt like visiting the toilet. He stood and chugged back his glass. “I’ll be back.”

“Yeah, all right, man,” Spirit laughed. “Or…you could go snatch your woman off that stage and tell her how you feel.”

Whatever. “You’re high, and I’m not high enough for this rubbish.”

He signed an autograph on the way to the toilet, then stood at the urinal for sixty seconds or so before actually taking a whizz. He rocked his head from side-to-side to work through some kinks and emptied his bladder. Capri stunned him when she hopped up on the sink counter next to him as he washed his hands. “Stripperman done licking your cunt?”

“Asshole,” she laughed. “I asked Spirit where you’d gone. His girlfriend’s cute. Want some?” She held out a joint.

He shook his head then changed his mind. He dried his hands and held one out for a turn at the joint. “Sure. Why not?”

She lit it, inhaled and passed. “We have to do something to liven this shithole up.”

“Thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“I’m trying to make sure Sasha enjoys herself. None of this is for us. It’s for the bride and groom.”

Good point. He puffed and passed, leaning against the sink. She inhaled deeply and leaned toward his mouth to shotgun him. He caressed the side of her cheek and tilted toward her mouth. Their lips didn’t touch, but he sucked in all the smoke into his lungs as if he were sucking sweet nectar from her tongue. The boner couldn’t be helped. It would go away. He leaned away and braced himself against the wall. She grabbed the lapels of his shirt and brought him back in her line of vision. She inhaled and brought her lips close to his to share her exhale. He sucked it all in again, staring into the eyes of the girl he was going to fuck tonight.

They both knew the inevitable was going to happen.

Shite.

He bit his lip and pulled her face close to his. He had to have her. Fuck that other bullshite.

She resisted the pull all the way to his lips and put the joint between hers again. When she spoke, smoke blew in his face. “Confession…”

He waited, staring at her lips. He needed to suck them.

“I think we should just do it. Just once. Just to say we did it. Go ahead and get it out of the way, you know? It doesn’t have to change anything, if we don’t let it.”

He could pretend he didn’t know what it was or… “Confession…”

Her eyebrows rose.

“More than anything, I really want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”

She gulped. She puffed. She exhaled. She smiled. “Confession… I’d really love to see your cumface.” She slid over to the edge of the sink, letting her skirt rise.

He stared at what she exposed then moved to stand between her legs, slowly, inching closer to the warmth at the apex of her thighs. Holding onto her hips and angling them downwards toward his erection, he pulled her until she fit snugly. It nearly undid him. Her breathing became just as arduous as his. He found solace in heading towards destruction along with her so neither could blame the other.

“You like shagging near toilets, apparently,” he whispered because he didn’t trust his voice.

“I’ve never fucked in a limo.”

“I haven’t fucked in this limo,” he smirked. “Let’s go.”

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[#Sample Saturday] WOLF’S FIRE by Dicey Grenor~Sexy Excerpt.

SONY DSCI was just sitting here thinking that I hadn’t released an excerpt for WOLF’S FIRE (A Novella of The Narcoleptic Vampire Series Vol. 3.2) yet. Well, here goes.  Dicey’s standard warning applies: Rated M for mature audiences only. Beware if you are offended by graphic sex and profanity…in which case, you shouldn’t even be reading my blog. 😀

Excerpt:

He palmed her ass cheeks and lifted them to meet his next thrust. He went deep. And deeper. He watched as her skin gradually turned a darker red. He just loved watching her flush. He could always tell how close she was by how red her white skin got. Her green eyes fluttered up to his and held his gaze. His eyes turned as amber as Ron Matusalem premium Dominican rum. “Where are you?” He knew, but he loved hearing her say how high he took her pleasure on a scale from one to ten.

“Nine and a half,” she whispered.

Okay, she was really close. That was hot. Really hot. She looked hot writhing under him. Her body felt hot tightening around him. It felt so good, but he had no desire to come, only to make her do it. He pulled out until he was between one to two inches in. He wanted to watch his head going in and out of her flushed pussy. Over and over. But more importantly, he wanted to hit that spot. Yes, that one. The one that would make her squirt her hot juice all over him. Then he’d stick his tongue and lips and nose down there and lick and sip and smell and bathe himself in everything she shot out.

He angled his hips just so to hit that spot just right. He hit it again. He picked up the stroking as she turned her head side to side begging him not to stop. Oh, she shouldn’t worry about that. He wouldn’t stop. Not until she trembled and bucked and screamed she couldn’t take anymore.

Oh, fuck. He started pounding her now. Just a little more. That’s all it would take. Right ther—

Bam! Bam! Bam!

What the…?

“No, no! Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” Her hips undulated to meet his, but his concentration was broken.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Same noise again. Was someone at the door? It certainly wasn’t their bed rocking. That thing had been welded to the wall and floor to accommodate the two animals that fucked on it.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“I’m sorry, baby. I gotta see what’s up.”

She started shaking with pent up tension and a tear slid down her eye. “Not now. Wait. Not yet. I need it.” She clutched at his arm.

He wiped the tear with his thumb. “I promise I’ll be right back. Think of it as delayed gratification. It’ll be even better later.”

He got up and stepped into some black boxer briefs, doing his best not to feel bad as he saw her trembling body roll to its side out of the corner of his eye.

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Shout out to my hubby for posing as Punch. *mwah*