Thursday, July 26, 2012
Do you hear that music? That familiar tune? No? I can't either. I don't have the television on to a station showing the games and I'm not in London. That's okay. I'm taking part in the Smutlympics, sponsored by Mitnik, Victoria Blisse and Smut in the City. How cool is that? Very cool! Here's my dear friend, Wendi Zwaduk's sports-themed novella, Ever Fallen In Love. It features a NASCAR driver and owner. Yeah! And if you comment at the end, there's a GC to Barnes and Noble ($5) in it for you. Who doesn't love shopping for books? So leave your name, email (we can't contact you if you don't leave that email) and the name of your favorite sport, Olympic or otherwise!
Ever Fallen in Love
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Lyn Taylor
Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.
Once a driver, always a driver...
Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.
Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.
Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?
Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.
And now for that excerpt!!
Tucker scooped her into his arms. “I don’t want to stop until your bottom is rosy andyou’ve come from my hand five times.”
“Just five?” Her voice sounded breathless and needy in her ears. She screeched as cool metal met bare skin. “Tucker!”
“Mmm. We’ll fuck until the sun comes up. Handcuffs, toys… I don’t care.” He worked the rest of her tank top out of the hem of her skirt. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
“Where are we?” She placed her hands flat on the hood of the car, her legs akimbo. “Won’t someone see us?”
“I own everything in a fifty acre radius. If someone’s spying, they’re also trespassing.” He skimmed her gauzy skirt up over her knees. Passion blazed in his eyes. “You are so damned sexy in cowboy boots. Come here.”
Megan scooted to the edge of the hood, the movement pulling up her skirt and exposing her legs to the lacy edge of her panties. Tucker kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he slipped the straps of her tank top and bra from her shoulders. The heat from his touch matched the fire in her blood. Her underwear dampened as he nuzzled the hollow of her throat.
“Tucker,” she murmured.
He raised his head and stared at her a moment. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”
She instinctively moved to repair the damage to her attire. He stilled her hands. “I like seeing you aroused. The primal look in your eyes. Your lips are a little swollen. Makes me hard as steel to know I made you so hot.” Tucker shoved the hem of the shirt up over her breasts and unclasped her bra. Her nipples beaded in the chilly air. Raw hunger flickered in the depths of his eyes. “I need to taste you.”
She had two choices—either push him away or let things keep going. With choice A, she’d demand he take her back to the race shop and forget anything ever happened. Then there was choice B—allow one last fantasy with him. Sex could be just sex, right? Tucker flicked his tongue over her nipple and moaned. A fresh rush of sensation flooded her core. Time for choice B…