Playlist for Stirring Up Dirty by Kacey Hammell

Playlist for Stirring Up Dirty

Burnin’ It Down - Jason Aldean – see aRe Café post for more about this song/inspiration!!!

Sugar - Maroon 5

Lonely Tonight – Blake Shelton & Ashley Monroe

Bed of Roses – Bon Jovi

Talk Dirty to Me – Jason DeRulo

Thinking Out Loud – Ed Sheeran

Perfect Storm – Brad Paisley

A bit of variety I know, but I like a lot of different music genres. Including classical and opera! *g*

Hope you enjoy Stirring Up Dirty!!!

                   STIRRING UP DIRTY  

Stirred by Love: Book 1

By Kacey Hammell

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

ISBN: 978-1-77233-425-8

115 pages

Available with Evernight Publishing

Connected to DARE

Blurb:

Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

Candy Wilson arrives in St. Albert with one mission—to sign the next young, hot model to her modeling agency. She has no time for distractions and isn’t prepared for bartender Eric McKenna—the brother of her young client-to-be, Melissa. Eric challenges her on all counts, irritates her daily, and heats her body to boiling temperatures with just one touch. He’s hard to ignore and impossible to resist.

                                                

Eric McKenna will be damned if his baby sister signs any contracts with Candy Wilson. No way in hell will he allow anyone to whisk Melissa off to a foreign country and lead her on a path that’s not right for her. And yet Candy pushes him further than he’s ever been before and drives him crazy. Eric can’t control his need for her or the desire to engage with her … on so many levels.

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2015

There was no way she’d tell Melissa she had the hots for her oldest brother. “All is good. Is there anything I can help you with, though? I waited tables once. A lot of years ago, but I’d be happy to help.” Besides, it would get her mind off the hot-blooded male behind the bar who made her want to hop over it and take him right there. A full room of customers or not.

“No. Absolutely not. I didn’t ask you to meet me here so I could put you to work.” Melissa glanced over her shoulder when one of the customers yelled for her and raised one finger. She turned back to Candy. “Maybe we should meet tomorrow?”

Candy nodded. “Sounds good. Come by my hotel, okay? But for now,” she slid from the booth, “put me to work. What can I do?”

Melissa stood and hugged her, then pointed to the corner. “Well, I’m behind in getting out more nuts. The bowls on the bar and tables need refilling. I have enough to get some done now, but we’ll be closing in an hour and will need more. If you don’t mind, could you grab some?”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you so much. They’re on the very back wall, third shelf from the bottom.” Another customer hollered for Melissa’s attention. “Thanks again,” she said before hurrying off.

The girl was meant for bigger and better. Not that there was anything wrong with working hard for a living, but her long and lean figure, her regal neckline and great posture would be better served on a runway or in a magazine than hustling from table to table.

She strode across the room to the side door Melissa had directed her to. The door was ajar, held open with a small wooden crate. She pushed the crate inside and entered, shutting the door behind her.

“Damn it. Who let the door close? Drew, fuck, you know better.” The masculine voice from somewhere in the back startled her. Thankfully she recognized the voice or she’d have been screaming bloody murder about being locked in a room with a stranger.

“Sorry, Eric. It’s Candy. I closed the door.” She moved further into the room and around one large utility shelving unit.

“Christ, what the hell are you doing in here?”

She found him near the back wall, piling boxes of what looked like the nuts she had to find on a small cart.

“I was giving Melissa a hand.” She pointed at the item in his hand. “I was going to take them out for her, for after closing, and give her a hand.”

He snorted, set down the case and reached for another one. “I don’t think a woman like you would be into this type of work. Don’t want you breaking a nail or anything like that.”

“Oh shut up, dickhead. You’re so pompous.”

He raised his head and glared at her.

“Don’t look at me like that, either. I’m no stranger to hard work.” She scanned the room. Jesus, wasn’t there air-conditioning in this little closet? She pulled at the neckline of her scoop neck top. “Anything else I can help with?”

Eric set aside the last case and leaned against the shelf. His arms crossed over his chest, and Candy tried to ignore the bulging biceps that stood out beneath the sleeves of his grey t-shirt.

Ah, hell.

Her heart skipped and her pussy throbbed. Just when she thought she’d shoved the need for him aside, he had to go and look all manly and tasty standing there.

“I thought you were here to whisk my sister off somewhere?” She hated that he could see right through her plans. “Or are you here for a job? No longer young enough for those crazy sharks in magazines these days?”

Oh the bastard knew how to cut her to the quick. She wasn’t a washed-up has-been, but her time in the fashion and modeling limelight had come and gone. “You really need to let go of that high-and-mighty attitude. You know nothing about me. Now,” she waved her arms, “anything here need to be taken out front?”

He smirked, and she wanted to slap him. But he shrugged and pointed to the shelf above her head. “I need that red box there brought down. The blue one beside it too. They aren’t heavy, just napkins.”

She nodded and lifted her arms. In her six-inch heels it was hard to reach so high, and she widened her stance for better balance. The tips of her fingers eased the red box closer to the edge for her to grab the sides. She lowered it and set it on the stack of cases he had on the cart.

“I’m glad I can help. Melissa looked a bit frazzled out there. She is a hard worker.”

He coughed. “We all grew up working hard.”

Candy reached for the blue box and nodded. “It seems like a great family unit that you all have.” Crap, this one was a bit farther back. She felt a breeze cross her skin as her top rose, baring her midriff. She wobbled on her heels. Shit. That’s all she needed was to fall on her ass while in a skirt and look like a fool.

Warm hands suddenly circled her waist. Gasping, she drew in a deep breath and grabbed on to the shelf with both hands as he touched her.

“Easy there, darlin’. Those heels aren’t exactly made for working.” His searing breath washed over her neck. Electric currents spread along her skin, igniting and firing to life. Goddamn, goddamn.

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Bio:
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Caption This!

Week four brings us a statue. I love statuary. This one definitely has a story to tell. What do you think? Caption this!

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Week Three of Caption This! I found a sweet one this week. See what you think. How would YOU caption this?



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It's week two of Caption This. Are you having fun? I am. Here's week two's picture! 

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Caption This!

I've always loved those caption this challenges on Facebook, so I thought I'd come up with a few for the hump day. Here's week one!

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Heat Wave ~ Six Sexy Stories for Sultry Summer Nights ~ Out now!!

Out now! Includes my sizzling short story, Best I Ever Had! 

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

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EXCERPT:

Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk 2014. All Rights Reserved.

Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take me, Sam.”

“My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”

Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.

“That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”

Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.

“I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”

“Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”

“More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?” 

Rites of Spring with Jenna and Drake!

Rites of spring and all about firsts. Grin. My story, One More Night doesn't have a lot of first, but the characters do. Okay, most of them happen before the story, but you have to start somewhere. In the case of Drake and Jenna, they get a first time in the form of a second chance. Sometimes we don't get those second chances we want so badly to have. They do and what they do with it is so sexy. Here's a snippet:

“Drake?”
He dropped his arms and sighed. “Jen, I’m tired. I’m too old to play games, too fucked up to chase you. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Say what you need to say.” Gritting his teeth, he hoped she hadn’t heard the fucked up part. Scars and mangled limbs aside, he hated being less of a man in her eyes.
“I never imagined things would be this way.” She picked at the hem of her dress and didn’t look at him. “For as much as I wanted to erase the past, you’re the one thing I can’t let go of.” Jenna straightened her shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m struggling to admit what I want, but I know I really do want that second chance. Madame Eve’s idea to put us together on this date wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“You want this one-night stand to keep going?”
“I do.”
His heart skipped a beat. He had her for the moment. Would she be strong enough to accept the changes in his life? Accept him fully? One thought came to mind—hope.

He's doing a first by giving her the second chance and she's taking advantage of a first--accepting who she is and what she needs. It seems like it would be simple--accepting who you are, but for some, it's really hard. That's how it is for Jenna. Her kink might not be as extreme as some kinks, but it can still be hard to understand. I hope you'll come along with Drake, Jenna, and me on this journey!

Here's a little bit more about the book:

One More Night

A 1Night Stand Story

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM

Heat level: 4

Word count – 12k

Cover art by Mina Carter

Available here!

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1^st Grand Prize

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2^nd Grand Prize

$50 Amazon.com gift certificate

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The Covery Faery Visited!

Image credit: ateliersommerland / 123RF Stock Photo

That's my new cover faery. Her name is Ginger and she brought me a shiny, new present! The cover for Best I Ever Had. This story comes out March 11th from Turquoise Morning Press and I can't be more happy. I love it. What do you think?

Sunday Snoggin' with Play to Him

Here's my contribution to the Sunday Snogs!! I've been away the last week recharging and just plain taking a break. But fear not! I'm back! My snog comes from Play to Him. I love this story and hope you do, too! And it's on sale right now!

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.  

Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Bound to the Billionaire anthology by Total-E-Bound

Available here!

And now for that snog!!


One more item. If she liked it, he’d be willing to bet the item would become a bestseller. Sebastian had seen the particular apparatus used in one of the clubs he frequented. But his idea made the table better—padded enough to make her comfortable, but with a built-in motor, hinges and removable pieces enough to be a multi-tasker.

He led her across the room to a waist-high table. “Hop up.”

Rhiannon sat on the edge of the leather-covered table and scooted into place on her hands and knees. She spread her hands on the surface and opened her legs, resting her ankles on the stirrups. He fixed the straps around her legs, then clicked a second set of cuffs to the handcuffs on her wrists.

“Do you want to know just what this table will do?”

“Yes, Sir.” She opened her mouth and licked her lips.

“Good Kitten.” He pressed a button, lowering the table top. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. Sebastian smoothed her hair from her eyes, then stroked himself a couple of times. “Reach for me.”

Rhiannon inched forward as far as the restraints allowed and craned her neck. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

“That’s a good girl.” He moved forward enough for her to engulf him in her sweet heat. She licked his balls then sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. Sensations of love and desire flowed through his veins. He drew a long breath and let it out slowly.

“Enough.” Sebastian withdrew, then shoved down his pants to where they pooled at his feet. He sat down on a chair before her and removed his socks. “You’ve pleased me,” he said, and unbuttoned his shirt, “but I think you need to wait a little longer.”

Sexy Cover Saturday!!!

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Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They’re having one hell of a party.

Available here in February!!

Sexy Cover Saturday!

romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.

Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Bound to the Billionaire anthology by Total-E-Bound

Available here!

Blissemas and Flash Fiction!

For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...

Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.

Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”

Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.

“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”

Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”

“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”

“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”

He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”

“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”

“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”

He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”

“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”

She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.

“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.

Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.

“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”

“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”

“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.

Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”

“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You know—the only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”

“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”

“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

 ~~~~~

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Ten Line Tuesday!

The goal is to finish this story by the end of the year. I promise. It's the goal! Read on and enjoy!

“Case, I’m telling you...” Instead of Graig, Adam Pallas took up the door way. “Adam. I’m sorry.”

“You look like someone took away your birthday.” Adam stalked towards her in three strides. “Case got under your skin?”

“I was just thinking,” she lied.

“I’ve got it.” His whole demeanor changed. A sparkle lit his eyes and the same old boyish grin spread across his lips. “You’re finally going on that date I’ve been asking you for since I started here.”

“Adam.”

“And that’s another no.” His shoulders sank, but the glimmer in his eye didn’t. “Three years. You’ve got a streak going.” He winked. “See you in the cafeteria.”

Sexy Cover Saturday!

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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?

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.

Available now from TOTAL-E-BOUND!

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Untitled~

This is from a currently un-named work that's been floating around. I'm not cool with the idea of people running away from spouses, but these two just stuck around. Who knows...might turn into something some day. Enjoy!

“I used to think about the nights we shared together before I found out that you didn’t love me anymore. I’d reminisce on the nights we spent down by the creek. I’d picture you standing in the creek, naked and begging for me to join you,” she said and closed her eyes.

A smile drifted onto her lips. “He had no idea I was thinking about you. He thought I was fantasizing about him.” She sighed lightly and asked,” Why? Did you think about me?”

“It was hard not to,” Sam admitted. “I had no idea what love was until I left. I tried to picture her, but you kept returning to my brain like a dream.”

Five Sentence Friday! Spooky Style!

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This is from Miss Me Baby. Yes, the book did come out this week, so I'm just a teensy bit excited. Grin. So enjoy!

“Beautiful.” He worked the button on his pants. Seeing her glistening pussy and smelling the sweet scent of her arousal got to him every time. He struggled with the zipper. “Fuck.”

“Yes, please.”

Available here!

Sexy Cover Saturday!

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This is the only totally MM story I've written as Wendi Zwaduk, but you all wanted to know what happened to Berto and Remi, so I had to write it. I love this story and hope you do, too. Go get a copy. It's free!!!

The end of the book or the start of a new chapter? Berto thought he’d lost a part of himself when his prized miniature bull terrier passed. Thankfully he’s had his partner Remi to help him grieve. Berto’s convinced one day he’ll be ready to open his heart and adopt another pet.

Some day.

Remi has other ideas. He knows Berto’s hurting and Remi wants to soothe the pain in the best way he knows how.

But will his plan backfire before he gets started?

Available here!

Sexy Cover Saturday!

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In the words of Train, this is sort of a drive by. I'm writing. :-) At least there's that. Enjoy!

Ten Line Tuesday ~ WIP Madness!!

I'm using a WIP that's been rolling around because some of my other chatty characters went silent. Imagine that. Grin. So enjoy these ten lines and I'll get moving on finishing the story!

Shannon adjusted the lens on her camera and scratched the wispy hairs at the back of her neck. This had better be worth it. The model still hadn’t emerged from the dressing room. She rolled her eyes and tapped her foot.

“Not out yet?” Professor Sinclair said from over her shoulder.

Shannon suppressed the whimper. Professor Dreamy aka Sinclair could talk to her any day. One word spoke in his gravelly tone and every cell in her body quivered. She’d taken all the course offerings he taught, even when her fine arts degree didn’t call for so many photography classes.

“Children.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I’m glad you were on time. You were the only person I had in mind for this shoot.”

Monday Moans ~ Miss Me Baby

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My featured moan today is from Miss Me Baby. Felicity really wanted her story told and well, I couldn't say no. Here's the moan!

Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

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And here's the moan!!

She smoothed both hands up his chest and leant back in his arms. Felicity arched back over his forearms, giving him a delicious view of her breasts. She grabbed his shirt and slid up his body. “You should be naked. I want you.”

Hell, yeah. John untangled himself from her and ripped his shirt up over his head. He snorted. Getting naked in a dream always went so much smoother than in real life. He tossed the shirt out of sight and scooped her back into his arms.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”