This has been a wonderful year for me. I have published three books since February, and TRS has helped me spread the news about all three! :) I feel I’ve formed “cyber friendships” with the TRS team. I will always contact them first when I publish a new book because of the way they have demonstrated to me they really are interested in their clients as people, and not just as account numbers. That is a HUGE deal in this day and age. I have to give a “shout out” to Holly who has been especially kind and encouraging concerning my father’s terminal illness. Thanks, Holly.
Here are the books I’ve promoted with the help of TRS….
All of these books may be purchased at BookStrand Publishing, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. I came across this poster last night that reminded me of Charlotte from Love Beyond the Curve (and all of us REAL women out there! :) ) I’ll leave you with it, and wish all of you a wonderful week! Thanks for a great anniversary celebration here at TRS! :)
The last time I was at a TRS party, I shared a good bit of my book, Memphis Heat with the readers and partygoers. It is a pretty hot book, if I do say so myself. The heroine in the story becomes insatiable when she is with the hero, and acts and feels unlike she has ever felt before. Steele brings out the inner “wild thing” whenever she is near him. Today, I was riding down the road, listening to the radio, and Flo Rida’s song, Wild One began to play. It clicked with me that this is the theme song for Memphis Heat. I could see Steele and Maeve in that hotel room when the last part of this song was playing. Of course, I must confess I cannot make out all the lyrics, so all I really based this on is the slower part at the end. The rest may not fit their story, but this line does. I chose “Little Things” by One Direction as Reed’s theme song for Charlotte in Love Beyond the Curve. Now, I need to think of a song for Ava and Quinton in One Sizzling Summer. Any suggestions? Below are links to these two songs. Listen and see if you agree. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOR_HuHRNs “Wild Ones”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGPeNN9S0Fg “Little Things”
If you’ve read any of my books, even just the excerpts, you’ve got a pretty good idea that I am a fan of the hot, lusty, “back to the wall” kind of “encounters” between lovers. That animalistic craving shared by the hero and heroine is my kind of story. I like to read about couples having this kind of electricity sparking and popping all around them when they are close to each other, but… there is a time for tenderness, too.
I write tender moments in all of my stories as well as the lusty variety, because I believe well-balanced relationship requires both. These tender moments are what I think of as being the “soft side of romance“. In my story, Love Beyond the Curve, Reed realizes he is going to have to pull out all the stops to convince Charlotte of his sincere feelings for her. One thing he does is write her a formal note asking her to “accompany him to dinner, followed by an evening of dancing”. How can she refuse such a romantic invitation? When the evening arrives, he rings her doorbell exactly on time with a small Victorian bouquet for her (called a “tussie mussie”) to carry with them on their date.
This slow, old-fashioned approach to romance captured Charlotte’s attention, and set the course for a romantic relationship that made some “quantum leaps” far away from the old-fashioned days to the “I want you, now” variety! :) I’m going to share this particular passage with you now. And when you are planning a tryst with your one and only, maybe you will want to try something soft and tender to start the evening off, and I’m pretty sure it will end with fireworks! :) Here is a passage from Love Beyond the Curve, available now at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
“You are like family to them. It will mean a lot to have you nearby. I’ll cover for you if you need me to, so you can stay close by.” Parker finished her snack and stood to throw away the trash.
“Thank you, Parker. I appreciate that. I’ll let you know.” Charlotte smiled at her friend and put her hand into her pocket, only to discover the envelope she had stuffed there when leaving the house. She pulled it from her pocket and placed it on the table.
“See you later. Duty calls.” Parker smiled and walked out of the room as she checked her beeper, leaving Charlotte to read the contents of the envelope in private.
She picked up the pale blue envelope and ran her fingertip over her name that was written across the front. She smiled and raised it to her nose to breathe in the faint scent that clung to it. A familiar scent. Reed’s scent. His aftershave must have still been on his hands when he sat down to write this note. A tingle ran through her as she carefully broke the seal, anticipating what she would find inside. She withdrew a single folded piece of paper of the same pale blue color from the envelope. She began to read the note written in a neat script, hearing Reed’s smooth baritone voice as she did.
Would you please do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner this Saturday evening at seven o’clock ? If you find it agreeable, I would like to conclude our date with an evening of dancing. You may let me know your decision by calling me at 555-5455 at your earliest convenience. I will be anxiously awaiting your reply.
Charlotte was speechless. She didn’t expect this very formal request for a date with her to be the contents of this mysterious envelope. But there it was. He used the word “date”, so there was no doubt as to his intentions. He wasn’t asking her as a “friend” to join him for dinner. Well, he had definitely taken her by surprise with this move. She would accept his invitation. How could she not accept after the special effort he made to ask her out?
We shall see, Mr. Jackson. Taking me out for dinner and dancing is a wonderful idea, but we’ll see how “anxious” you are to introduce me as your “date” when your friends are around.
Charlotte folded the note and slipped it back into the envelope. She shoved it back into her pocket and tossed her empty water bottle into the trash can. She walked out of the break room to head back to check on Amelia and her family. Thoughts of Reed Jackson and his romantic dinner invitation would have to be pushed to the back of her mind, but they could not, and would not, be completely forgotten.
I told you I wanted to share from my list of personal favorites of books and authors. Here is one at the top of the list. Perfectly Imperfect is written by my writing buddy, Joan Chandler. In fact, it was her first published work. It is about a plus-sized woman in the middle of her new fitness plan who meets a hot Brit while at the gym one day. They hit it off and the electricity between them is off the charts. If you’ve enjoyed my story, Love Beyond the Curve, then this is a good followup. Another beautiful, real woman catches the eye of the gorgeous hero. Below you will see a blurb about the book, and an ADULT EXCERPT, so please don’t read if graphic, explicit language and sexual content offend you. If you are interested in reading more from this book, it can be purchased at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Enjoy!
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Ali Baker is a corporate executive with a house in an upscale suburb of Houston. The only thing missing is the right man to share it with. But a lifelong struggle with weight has left her with low self-esteem that keeps her from taking a chance on love. A new fitness plan gives her a slimmer figure, but she hits a plateau before reaching her goal. Ali joins the local gym to rev up her metabolism, but she has no idea her love life’s about to go into overdrive, too!
When she meets British trainer Daniel Wells, the heat between them sizzles. They begin a torrid affair that takes them both by surprise. Then Ali discovers he hasn’t been completely honest with her, and old insecurities threaten to unravel their relationship. Daniel must fight to regain her trust, and he’ll do anything to become the one addiction she can’t resist.
ADULT EXCERPT ( Must be 18 or older to continue):
Daniel kissed her passionately then looked her in the eyes.
“I’ve done it already in my fantasies. I want to bury myself in you for real, Ali. May I fuck you?”
He hesitated, and it struck her as funny that he would ask at this point in time, after what had already transpired. But she appreciated the request, nonetheless.
Ali laughed and nodded, saying, “Yes, Daniel, you may,” and she hiked her skirt up so it was out of the way while he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side.
He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “Ask for it.”
She was caught off guard at how his simple command could light a fire in her. Heat radiated between them and threatened to burn her alive. She swallowed hard and said, “I need you inside me, Daniel. Please fuck me. Now.”
“Lean back,” he instructed as he lifted her up to position her hips on the edge of the countertop. He took her hands and placed them on the handles of the cabinetry behind her head and then lowered his mouth to suck her nipples through her silky lingerie. He parted her legs and stroked a thumb between her labia to make sure she was ready for him. Her moans should have been all the answer he needed. She was aching for him, and bit her lip hard in anticipation. Finally, he looked into her eyes as if to reassure himself that she wanted to take the next step. Ali offered no resistance. He gently nudged her legs apart wider and then took one hand and guided his big cock slowly into her, only allowing the head to penetrate.
At the feel of him stretching her, she drew in a quick breath and whimpered.
“Does it hurt you?”
“Only in the best possible way. I want all of you,” she said, and flexed her hips so that more of his iron length slid into her.
Daniel held her behind her hip and wrapped his other hand around one of hers where it still gripped the handle. He slowly pressed the full length of his cock until it was buried deep inside her, all the way to the balls. Ali looked down and watched as he slowly pushed every inch of himself into her pussy. When he’d disappeared inside her, she closed her eyes and winced slightly.
He stopped and asked, “Are you all right, love? You looked like it was a bit uncomfortable for you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. She purred into his ear. “I feel fucking fantastic, but I’m not a virgin anymore.”
He froze, visibly shocked at her revelation. “I’m so sorry if I was too aggressive. I should have been more gentle.”
At his hesitation, she urged him, “Don’t stop now, Daniel. I want you to show me everything.”
“Your wish is my command. But tell me if it hurts too much.” There was no holding back. He started with a slow rhythm to make sure she wasn’t in too much discomfort. But it wasn’t long before she was giving back to him even as he was giving it to her. Soon it became obvious by her passionate shrieks that she was in total enjoyment of the experience. He began to pump her until his balls slapped against her ass cheeks. She came hard, her muscles constricting over and over again around his cock, but he never slowed down. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he walked them over to the small keeping room off from the breakfast area and sat down on a chair with her body still clamped to his. She hooked her toes around the rungs on the legs of the chair and used it as leverage to pump herself up and down on his rock-hard cock.
“Take it slow, love. In this position, the penetration is much deeper. I don’t want to hurt you,” Daniel cautioned her.
“I’ve never been better.”
“Hmm, there are advantages to you being on top. Let me show you,” Daniel murmured. He used his free hands to pull up her camisole. Ali lifted her arms to allow him to take it off. Then he reached around her to unhook her bra and released her massive tits so they could swing freely in front of his face. “Damn! They’re mouthwatering!”
TRS has been around a decade now. Think how many books must have appeared on this site over the years. Thousands I’m certain. People love romantic stories, especially women, I think. A good love story has a way of sparking that tiny flame of desire deep inside of us, and by the time we put the book down, it can at times have turned into a raging inferno! :)
I have read books that made me feel like I just had to snuggle up with my husband when I went to bed, or go hug or kiss him. I’ve had readers comment to me that their husband or Significant Other reaped the benefits of them reading one of my books. That was a high compliment to me! :) The words of a story can be very powerful when penned by an author with the ability to wrap the reader up and draw them into the story to actually experiene it for themselves as they read the pages. SPARKS WILL FLY when reading a well written romance novel. I challenge you to take time to look through the posts here at the TRS 10th Anniversay Party and find a new author or at least a new book. You can begin losing yourself within the pages,and find your escape from the hectic pace or stressful demands of the daily grind.
I have written a couple of erotic romance novels that don’t require a lot of imagination during certain passages, but I seem to find I really love the parts that are a bit more subtle. Here is a favorite passage fom my first novel, One Sizzling Summer. Quinton has met up with Ava for n early morning run, in an effort to try to get to know her better. Here’s what happens…
EXCERPT from One Sizzling Summer:
It was barely daylight. The gas streetlights were still casting a foggy glow along the sidewalks. Ava took a deep breath and began to walk to a nearby bus stop. Once there, she put her foot up on the seat of the old wrought iron bench and began to stretch her legs. Next, she added a few waist twists and then clasped her hands together as she stretched upward on her tiptoes. Finally, she leaned over and put her head on her knees as she grasped her ankles, loving the feel of that long stretch through her spine. She sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, and swiftly turned at the sound of a rich, deep voice behind her saying, “There is probably a law written somewhere about such a view being downright illegal.”
When she looked, she saw a towering, lean man in black running pants and t-shirt, leaning against the bus stop sign with muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. He smiled at her as he straightened and moved slowly toward her with a panther-like stride, extending his hand in greeting. “I don’t think we introduced ourselves to each other during our previous encounter. I’m Quinton Worthington.”
Ava had recognized him instantly when she had turned at the sound of that unforgettable voice. She placed her hand in his and he closed his long fingers around hers as she replied, “Ava Preston. How long have you been standing there?”
He squeezed her hand slightly and said, “Not as long as I would have liked. Are you about to start your workout?”
She nodded and began to trot away from him, grinning as she said, “Yes, now that I’m all limbered up… come on!” She began her warm up pace for the first few blocks.
Quinton shook his head and began to follow her, purposely lagging behind to allow himself the pleasure of watching her firm ass sway in synchronized rhythm with her steady gait. As before, the effect she had on him was immediately physical, and he was again on the verge of a raging erection watching her graceful, fluid movements. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear the memory of how she had felt cuddled between his thighs the previous morning.
He quickly caught up with her, and they ran side-by-side for quite some time in comfortable silence. Ava continued to keep up her brisk pace, but soon said obligingly to Quinton, “You don’t have to lag behind with me. I know with your long legs, you could be over that next hill and out of sight by now.”
He didn’t pause long before saying without looking at her, “Maybe I don’t want to be out of sight right now.” She gave him a devilish grin and said, “Okay then, maybe I’ll be the one to get there first!” She poured on the speed and began to sprint away from him, heading for the top of the hill. She knew the entrance to the park was close once she was on the other side.
“Oh, no you don’t”, Quinton shouted after her, as he rapidly picked up his own pace. She was surprisingly fast for someone so tiny. Granted, she was all muscle underneath that curvaceous body, he thought to himself as he recalled having his hands firmly planted on her bare waist when they had collided in the park. He hadn’t been able to put her out of his mind since that first meeting. When he wasn’t thinking about her firm body, he was thinking about her green eyes or stunning smile. He even caught himself imagining what her hair would look like if it were hanging loose around her shoulders while looking into his eyes as she had done when lying upon his chest. The tightening in his lower extremities gave him a sudden urge to pour on all the speed he could in order to overtake her.
Ava was just turning into the park when she felt an arm wrap around her waist, and swing her about, dropping her several feet back from where she had been.
“Gotcha! See you, love!” Quinton called over his shoulder as she stood there momentarily slack-jawed and immobilized.
“No fair! You cheated!” she yelled at him as she took off once again.
He turned and jogged backwards as he grinned and “waggled” his eyebrows at her. That was all it took for Ava to draw out every ounce of energy she had left and race on to catch up with him. He turned and continued ahead of her. When she reached him, she jumped on his back, threw her arms around his neck and chanted, “Cheater, cheater, cheater! Cheaters never win!”
He begged to differ with her as he grabbed at both of her bare thighs in an effort to keep her from falling. Her breasts were mashed squarely against his shoulder blades, and the grip around his waist with her smooth, long legs wasn’t leaving much to the imagination! He was definitely the winner in his own eyes!
Quinton reached behind, and with a move as smooth as a ballroom dancer, swung her around and held her in his arms, her legs dangling, as he laughed and slowed his jog to a walk. Ava was laughing as he came to a halt on the path. They both stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes.
Quinton looked at her full lips that were slightly parted, and leaned down until his own lips were just a breath away from hers. He looked back into her eyes for an instant, and closed the space between their mouths by gently kissing her perfectly shaped upper lip. Ava held still in his arms, allowing him the freedom to explore her mouth at will. He began to softly kiss the corners of her mouth, before he moved on to her lower lip. He sucked on it ever so gently before covering her mouth, deepening the kiss as he relaxed his hold on her, letting her slide down the length of his body. She remained in his arms as he lifted his head, smiling into her eyes and said, “Well now… there you go.”
Let’s all raise a glass in honor of the 10th Anniversary of TRS! This company has been a major part of the success I have had with my most recent book, Love Beyond the Curve. The variety of promotional opportunities they provide their clients seems endless. As a featured member, I had been able to participate in interviews, release parties, and their seasonal parties throughout the year. The staff works tirelessly to keep us updated on what is going on through their newsletter “Studio Notes”, as well as personal contact through emails. They are friendly, supportive, and encouraging, which keeps me coming back with each new book. I appreciate the personal touch they use with my projects, and recommend them to any author, new or experienced, in getting exposure for your work to a large following.
TRS…YOU ARE THE BEST!! Thank you for all you have done on my behalf, and I wish you much continued success for next several decades!
Check back with me over the next few days as I post about my books, romance, my favorite authors, and who knows what else! It will be a great time, because TRS always has a great party! :) I will be giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly selected commenter at the end of this event, so check back often, and comment often to increase your chances of being a winner! :)
I have enjoyed my day with you guys here at TRS. Thanks for the invitation, TRS. Thanks for the comments, readers. I will check tomorrow and do the random drawing for th $10 Gift Card from Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice). It’s not too late to leave a comment to be entered into he drawing.
I am going to close my day with an excerpt from my newest release, Love Beyond the Curve. I will leave you with a blurb, review, and an excerpt. I will end with a video of my theme song for Charlotte and Reed, “Little Things”, by One Direction. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! :)
Charlotte Hamilton has just moved to Memphis to begin a new job at St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital. She is attracted to her gorgeous landlord, Reed Jackson, but thinks her plus-size body puts her out of the running as anything more than a friend. Her bubbly personality and fun-loving spirit appeal to Reed, who is used to high-maintenance women. The two quickly become good friends, and Charlotte is happy being “one of the guys.” When Reed is injured on the job, Charlotte stays by his side during the initial days of recovery. As the two spend hours together during his convalescence, a spark ignites an underlying passion they are helpless to ignore. Reed wants to pursue a relationship with the vivacious beauty, but she shies away because of past hurts related to her less-than-perfect figure. Can Reed find a way to convince her that he sees Love Beyond the Curve?
Friday, 14 December 2012
Love Beyond The Curve, Kate Patrick
The full-figured lovely gets her hunk!
- Review by Kazza K
This is a very sweet, down-home, true romance. Featuring a nice heroine and a charming leading man, who become friends first, then work their way through to more over many months.
Charlotte Hamilton is a paediatric nurse who has just moved to Memphis for work. She meets her landlord, Reed, later – her acccomodation had been made on her behalf. She is a full-figured lovely who likes herself but has been hurt by others, including catty women, and men who love her personality and looks, but don’t want to be seen out with ‘the bigger girl.’ I liked Charlotte, but she frustrated me from time to time as she vacillated between confidence and insecurity at her weight – however in this you-can-never-be- too-thin culture we find ourselves in I empathised.
Reed works in construction and in the beginning has a girlfriend, Candace, who is the stereotypically thin gym-junkie. She doesn’t like his down-to-earth manner, ideas, and friends. They both come from well-to-do families, and Candace is a snob. Reed likes to socialise with his construction crew, they’ve worked together for ages and they all get along. Charlotte fits right in as she is comfortable being ‘one of the boys.’
When Reed has a workplace accident, Candace is nowhere to be seen but Charlotte steps up to the plate. As Reed gets to know Charlotte more he starts to fall for her. First as a friend, then as much more. And he just loves her curves, finds them soft, enticing….including her full breasts. I loved the way Reed set about “courting” Charlotte, to let her know he finds her sexy, and incredible….inside and out. He knows she is insecure and an old fashioned kind of ‘gal and that he has to date her and show his sincerity, that he won’t just have sex and run. That he won’t just cast her aside for a thinner model. So he leaves her a letter on her car asking her out -
Dear Charlotte, Would you please do me the honour of accompanying me to dinner this Saturday evening at seven o’clock? If you find it agreeable, I would like to conclude out date with an evening of dancing. You may let me know your decision by calling me at 555 5455 at your earliest convenience. I will be anxiously awaiting your reply. Sincerely, Reed Jackson.
Love Beyond The Curve is definitely a romance novel. It is not erotic or particularly explicit, however it does have some sexy moments. It is lovely for women or men looking for respectful, truly romantic reading. It is a slow burn to their actual loving relationship and full sexual encounter but it is a very sweet, fitting moment. There is also a message – love who you are, respect yourself, and take a chance when it comes along. I have to admit there was one line in the book that was special to me – “you are all woman.” I’ll say no more :) If you like true romance, if you want to root for the full-figured woman and the hunky, caring man you definitely should read Love Beyond The Curve
VIDEO LINK FOR “LITTLE THINGS” BY ONE DIRECTION:
“Knock, knock! You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked. Strange men could just wan…oh, my. It must be my lucky day. Tell me you’re not naked under that towel.” Reed closed the door and leaned back against it, slack-jawed at the sight of Charlotte standing in the kitchen wrapped only in a navy blue towel. Her long, wet hair hung in curling tendrils down her back. She stood frozen wide-eyed with a glass of water to her lips.
She nodded and set the glass down in the sink. Swallowing hard, she cleared her throat, and held her hands protectively across the front of the towel. “Surprise! I must have forgotten to lock the door after I hung the wreath on it this morning. I had something stuck in my throat, and had to come get a glass of water.” She began to back away toward the direction of her bedroom, as Reed slowly rounded the corner of the counter, never once breaking eye contact since walking in unannounced.
“I’ve got something that wants to be stuck in your throat. Do you know how unbelievably sexy you look standing there all wet and naked with only that towel between us?” Reed rubbed his hand down the length of the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans, still moving with a cat-like stride toward her.
“I know the look in your eyes tells me you might devour me right now if it weren’t for this towel.” Charlotte was almost to the door of her room as Reed reached out a long arm and wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
“You’re right. I am going to devour you, and you’re going to ask me to do it, Charlotte. You know how I feel about you. You can trust me.” Reed pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with a hungry kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and explored every warm, wet surface, crushing her body against his own.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, relaxing in his arms as he held her close. Reed ran his hand beneath the hem of the towel to caress her bare hip, lifting her up against his bulging erection.
“ You feel like heaven in my arms. I love you, Charlotte. I want to make love with you.” Reed held her face in his hands, searching her eyes for an answer to his plea.
“I want you to make love to me, Reed. I’m yours.” Charlotte pulled the towel from around her body, and let it slip silently to the floor, along with any inhibitions she may have been harboring.
Reed swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He stepped back and gazed down at her, letting his eyes wander over her body from head to toe. She lay there with her dark hair spread out against the pillows, framing the look of desire that burned in her eyes. She relaxed her hands, palms up, at either side of her head as if in surrender. She twirled a lock of hair around a finger as Reed continued to stare down at her.
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing the hard muscled body of a builder. A man whose body was chiseled and planed, not with weights and machines, but from years of lifting, sawing, hammering, pounding, pushing and pulling lumber, steel, and bricks. His shoulders were broad and thick with strength. His stomach was flat, but ripped with well-defined abs all the way down to where his unbuttoned jeans hung low at his waist.
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down until he, too, was standing before her naked and fully aroused. He sat down on the side of the bed and traced her lips with his fingertip. He let that same fingertip slide down her throat to circle the hardened nipples of her breasts. He continued until his hand came to rest on her lower abdomen. He flattened his hand against it, and rubbed it back and forth, sending tingles over her body. He then leaned down and kissed her belly with a tenderness that moved Charlotte deep within her heart. Reed slid his warm, calloused hand down the length of her leg and back to rest on her stomach where he traced ever-widening circles over it.
“You are incredibly beautiful. Your body is beautiful, too. You have a woman’s body. It is so soft and feminine, that it makes me feel more like a man than I’ve ever felt before. It makes me want to love you fully and completely without holding anything back out of fear of hurting you. I’ve not ever felt quite this way before, I don’t think. This feels like what it should be between a man and woman.” Reed stretched out beside her and slipped his arm under her neck, holding her in the crook of his arm. He rubbed her back and let his hand wander over the curves of her breast, waist, and hip, amazed at how deeply her femininity aroused his passion.
Charlotte let her hand roam at will over the wide expanse of his chest and shoulders. He was as hard as she was soft. There wasn’t a mushy spot on him. Reed lay back, giving her better access to explore his body as he had hers.
Charlotte let her fingers run through the dark mat of hair on his chest. His breath hitched as she rubbed her fingertip lightly over his distended nipples. She propped up on an elbow and leaned over to kiss each one, flicking her tongue over them. She moved up to kiss the corner of his mouth, and slowly begin to kiss his lower lip, sinking her teeth lightly into its fullness. She slid her hand over the ridges of his abdomen, feeling each defined muscle of his six-pack. Her fingertips hesitated only a moment before reaching out to wrap her fingers around his long, thick shaft. It was warm in her hand as she held it and let her thumb trace tiny circles over the suede-like feel of its wide tip.
Reed closed his eyes, rubbing her back as he absorbed the tremors coursing through his body while she began to caress his length with her fingertips.
Today, I am sharing a couple of excerpts from my second erotic romance, Memphis Heat. This book is really a scorcher, if I do say so myself. I am going to share an explicit passage, so if that is not your idea of a good read, please do not continue, as I would NEVER want to knowingly offend someone with the content of my books. Remember to leave a comment to become eligible for a $10 Gift Card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice).
ADULT EXCERPT (MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO CONTINUE):
Maeve rounded the corner of her street and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a silver BMW convertible parked in her driveway. A familiar tall, dark-haired man wearing sunglasses leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his broad chest, waiting for her. His long, denim-clad legs went on for days. She couldn’t breathe.
Naughty Girl whispered in her ear, “You want him? You want that enormous cock inside you right now? You want another taste of him? You know he wants you as much. Go. Get. Him.” Maeve doubled her speed and raced toward him.
Steele saw her when she turned the corner. He shifted away from the car and began to walk with purpose to meet her. She was running with the grace of a dancer. Her long, tanned, toned legs instantly brought back memories of them being wrapped around him as he buried himself in her. Her breasts swayed as she ran toward him, just as they had when she had been astride him, riding his cock like Lady Godiva. He wanted her. His hardening cock ached to be free to plunge into that hot, sweet pussy of hers. Sex with Maeve was more than sex. Its potency sustained him for hours beyond the sexual act itself. Hell, for days he had relived that night, finding himself in a semi state of arousal at the mere thought of it. He was able to recall the sights, sounds, scents, and touches at will. He had made his mind up he would see her today, no matter how stupid the reason he dreamed up sounded. Being in her presence was a need more than just a desire for him.
Maeve made her decision and ran as fast as she could toward him, before she could change her mind. When she reached him, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding his face in her hands as she devoured his mouth with hungry lips and tongue. He slid his hands around her naked waist, and then slid them under her bottom to hold her close to him. His fingertips grazed her open sex as he did, and a groan of desire emanated from Maeve’s throat.
Steele wasn’t sure what had brought on this dizzying reception, but he wasn’t willing to break the spell with words right now. He stopped kissing her long enough to pull back and look questioning into her smoky blue eyes. She answered him with three words spoken barely above a whisper, “Fuck me, please.”
* * * *
Steele didn’t recall how they managed to get inside the house from the front yard. He only knew he was fucking the life out of her, and at her request. He had lifted her into his arms and ravished lips and tongue as he walked her over to the nearest piece of furniture inside the door. He settled her on the edge of the dining table and proceeded to thrust the full length of his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He shoved it in and out of her as he continued to kiss her and knead her breasts with his hands. Maeve reclined back on the table unwrapping her legs from around his waist. She propped her heels on the edge, opening herself even wider for him. She held onto the sides of the table and lifted her hips to meet each thrust with one of her own. Their eyes locked as he began to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb while continuing to pound himself into her.
“Does that feel good to you? Isn’t this the way you like it?” He bit his lip as he watched her begin to squeeze her own breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple. She flexed her muscles around his shaft as she ground herself against each thrust.
“I like that enormous cock of yours ramming into me like a fucking jackhammer! Don’t stop, now. That’s it…it’s coming. Please, don’t stop.”
Maeve moaned and began to quicken her gasps for breath, which Steele knew from their past encounter signified her nearing climax. He slowed down to drag his cock, slick with her juices, almost out of her, only to begin rapidly entering only the head in and out of her, causing a complete shock to her system.
“Damn your ass, Steele! Don’t stop, now! Fuck me like a freaking horse! Ram it harder inside of me.”
“What is it with you and animals? Last time it was a lion you compared me to. Now a horse?” He smacked her bottom and pushed deeply into her hot, wet pussy.
“All it means is don’t you dare hold back on me. I want every inch of you inside me. Now, that’s more like it.” She was practically growling at him as she bolted upright and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, making sure she was firmly against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit into his lower lip and pulled, causing him to groan in response.
Steele held her with one arm around her back, and reached down to pinch and twist her hardened nipple as he glared into her eyes. She cried out and arched her back as he lowered her back down to the table and covered her body with his own. He leaned down to take the aching bud into his warm mouth to soothe it with his tongue. He held both of her wrists over her head, clamped in one hand as he used the other to hold her breast to his lips to kiss and suck it. He grazed his teeth lightly back and forth over the puckered nipple, causing her to moan in what appeared to be utter bliss. He covered her mouth with his own as he slipped his hand between them to resume rubbing her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.
He moved his lips to her ear where he whispered his warm breath into her ear saying, “Are you ready? She feels hot and hard and ready to explode. I think she’s tired of holding on. Do you want to let go?”
Maeve only nodded as he stood and held her hips in his hands and plunged into her with a thrust that seemed to push against her very womb. He shifted his hips as he deep stroked her to a shattering climax, and released his own hot seed as she milked every last drop out of his cock with her sweet sex.
Steele lifted her into his arms and carried her toward what he assumed would be the bedroom area. Her legs were wrapped around him, and he was still embedded inside her body. He stepped into a large bedroom and into the adjoining bath. He led them directly into the large shower stall and turned on the faucets and let the jets of hot water begin to spray over their spent bodies. He covered her mouth and let her body slide down the front of his as he reached blindly for the soap and began to rub it over her back. He kissed her face and neck as he lathered the fragrant soap over her bottom and between her legs. He slid his hands up to massage the soap onto her breasts that filled his hands, and pushed even deeper into his palms. He danced her around so that her body was under the steady stream of water, so he could run his hands over every luscious curve of her to die for body, rinsing off the soap he had so generously applied only moments before. He was rock hard again as he turned her and held her back against his chest as his hand traveled south to find her already hardened clit waiting for more attention. He hugged her closely and once again moved her so that her back leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall. He let his hands run from her shoulders down the length of her arms as he knelt before her glistening wet, smooth pussy. He lifted her thigh to rest over his shoulder as he looked up at her face, parting her lips with his long fingers revealing the pink nub that was already swollen with need. She placed her hand on his head and moved it to her secret place to allow him to lave, suck, and flick greedily at will. He placed his other hand on her bottom to hold her at a better angle to receive the praise his tongue lavished on the very core of her femininity.
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Maeve leaned her head back and closed her eyes, reveling in the exquisite pleasure she was experiencing from this man’s heavenly mouth. He had gone from fucking her like a crazed being to bathing her with such tenderness she could hardly breathe. He never stopped shocking her. She thought she had him figured out, but he kept surprising her. She wouldn’t think about the “after”, but instead focus on the “right now”. She’d just have to put the gloves back on when this tryst was over. She didn’t trust him, but she wanted him. He obviously felt the same on that level. She looked down at the dark haired head buried between her legs, felt the kneading of her toned ass by long, strong fingers, rode the shimmering tingles coursing over her body. She felt the building tension, and knew he was bringing her to a sweet release of the pain she craved with him. She sunk her hands into his hair and arched her hips even closer to his warm, giving mouth. He sucked on her clit as she cried out with the intensity of the rush. She tried to close her leg and move away from his relentless tongue. The pain was almost excruciating, but he held her thigh open and wouldn’t release her. She was nearly screaming when he kissed her clit deeply, and stood quickly to swallow her scream with his mouth and hold her as tightly as he could while her whole body convulsed with the shudders that shot like lightning bolts through her. He reached to open the shower door and walked her backwards out into the steamy room. He lowered her onto the soft, plush runner on the tile floor and held her in his arms as he entered her with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. She opened her limp body to receive him, crying at the thought that this was something she would never have with him or anyone else again.
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Damn! She fits me like a glove. Her pussy is so tight and hot. She’s having some fucking hard spasms after the tongue-fucking I just gave her. That feels so damn good. She’s too fucking good for you, Ottinger. She’s out to save the world, and you are out to conquer it. You are a ruthless, heartless son of a bitch. She’s a freaking Mother Teresa to this community. Better cut and run. It’s business. Don’t even think of letting this get personal. Fuck! She’s crying…”
He brushed away the tear with his thumb and asked her softly against her damp cheek, “Maeve? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head and smiled faintly as he looked into the sapphire eyes gazing up at him. She was breathtakingly beautiful as she lay beneath him, completely surrendered to his wants and wishes. His heart seemed to skip in his chest as he drank in the moment for remembrance sake. She tightened her arms around him, and he began to make love to her slowly with a deliberate tenderness that he couldn’t resist, though he knew he should. He didn’t want to feel a sense of intimacy with her. He wouldn’t be sticking around. He was going to buy that property and be gone. Forever. But…he was a selfish bastard. He wanted it like this with her right now. He’d be gone and never think about it again. Unless, of course, he chose to do so.
LINKS TO PURCHASE MEMPHIS HEAT:
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Today, I’m going to begin by talking about Memphis Heat, and later, my new release, Love Beyond the Curve. Both of the stories have a strong hero that can take charge when a woman needs that, yet show tenderness and concern for the heroine’s needs and desires. In Memphis Heat, the hero, Steele, has a commanding presence that can’t be ignored. When the story opens, Steele is holding out his hand for Maeve to take it and simply saying, “Dance with me.” She really has no choice in the matter once she looks up into his ruggedly handsome face. There is something about a man who knows what he wants and goes for it that is very attractive to many women. Steele is this type of man, whether it be the real estate property he is trying to buy before Maeve gets it, or a particular beautiful woman.
I am going to share a blurb, review, and an ADULT EXCERPT (please don’t read if you will be offended by explicit language and sexual content). If you are interested in purchasing Memphis Heat, you will find it at Siren BookStrand, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. Here are those links:
Maeve Callahan has finally met her match. Steele Ottinger, meant for only one night of sensuous pleasure with a stranger, shockingly turns out to be a determined business rival. Both of them want the same piece of real estate property, but for very different reasons. Maeve has her heart set on it as the new location of Sunburst, a community center that helps inner city adults and children get on the right track to a successful future. Steele, a millionaire businessman, wants to open another SHOTTZ, a sports bar and grill in his fast-growing chain of restaurants. Maeve is emotionally driven to fight for the people she views as family, where Steele is driven by financial gain. The two engage in verbal combat whenever they meet, but those sparks turn into flames as the passion they can’t ignore takes over. Will there be a chance for true love, or will they crash and burn like… Memphis Heat?
A Review for…Memphis Heat:
This reviewer’s rating: 5 – Outstanding
Another romantic, sexy, M/F read by Kate Patrick. Memphis Heat is well written the characters are terrific. I love a female who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid of some good lovin’. I love a hot, strong, romantic man. I get both here. Maeve meets a sexy man at a Memphis Blues bar and, uncharacteristcally for her, she decides to let her hair down with him after a dance. Why not, he’s sexy, charming and wants her. They have a night of unbridled passion. Maeve leaves the next morning only to find out her sexy man from the night before is her competitor on some commercial real estate. So, Maeve and Steele are both interested in the same property for different reasons, Maeve for a community development, Steele for another in his chain of bars. There is some VERY sexy writing in this book and it helps that the characters are easy to like. The story progresses nicely, even though they’re in competition they are having some sexy fun. However, fun turns into more, even though there is an outcome on the property which doesn’t favour one. Neither can forget the other as much as they feel they might be able to. Will they be able to get over their real estate rivalry? Will sex be the only thing that they leave on the menu? Have a read, it’s a terrific novella sized book. Memphis Heat is not too long, not too short, it’s just right in every way. This is my second Kate Patrick book and I’m impressed. Nice writing, no typos, great editing and great characters. Highly recommended, sexy reading. BUY
Reviewed by: KazzaK (Date: 10/07/2012)
ADULT EXCERPT (MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO CONTINUE):
“Dance with me.”
The rich, deep voice cut into her thoughts like a hot knife through cold butter. Maeve Callahan’s eyes came to rest on a massive, open palm extended toward her where she was seated at a small table in the corner of her favorite blues club. Her eyes traveled up the seemingly endless length of arm, and came to rest on the most handsome face she had seen in a while. No, make that ever. Dark hair, vibrant blue eyes, a five o’clock shadow, and classic chiseled bone structure atop a tall, lean but muscular body. It all added up to the perfect package in her opinion.
“Excuse me?” she replied as she fixed her gaze on the slightly smiling eyes that looked down expectantly at her.
“Dance with me,” he repeated as he leaned closer and stopped short of invading her personal space.
“Is that an invitation or a command?” she asked with an arched brow as she pressed even closer, definitely invading his personal space.
“It’s whatever will result in getting you to take my hand and follow me onto that dance floor. I’ve watched you for a while and you seem to enjoy this music. I enjoy dancing with a woman who moves as beautifully as she looks. So…dance with me.”
She blushed at the mental image of how she must have looked as she nodded and swayed to the soothing tones the musicians had played all evening. “Well, you know what they say about flattery,” she laughed as she placed her slender hand in his, and followed him through the crush of dancers taking advantage of the slow, sultry tune that was now playing.
He looked back at her and said in a wicked tone, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
A little shiver went through her as he pulled her into his arms, holding her firmly against his long, lean tower of a body. She slid her hands up to rest on his broad, muscular shoulders. Even in killer black stilettos, she still had to look up to see his face. A very gorgeous face. He wasn’t a pretty boy, but possessed rugged good looks that shouted he was a man’s man, perfectly capable of handling himself in any given situation.
He slid a hand along her ribcage as they danced, setting off little bursts of fireworks that rippled from her head straight to her nether regions. She felt his hands come to rest on the curve of her lower back. He held her loosely as she began to move her hips to the sensuous rhythm of the music. She took a step closer into his embrace, as her hands skimmed over his shoulders to rest at his neck.
This slight adjustment brought her full breasts in direct contact with his rock hard torso, brushing against him as they danced to the hypnotic melody that seemed to lull them into a trance of seduction, oblivious to others. Her nipples hardened as he lightly stroked her spine. His touch created a sensation she was at a loss to ignore. Her fingers entwined in the hair at the nape of his neck, as she felt heat course through her body while he rubbed the side of her breast with the pad of his thumb.
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Steele Ottinger closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her breasts as they barely grazed his chest while she swayed seductively in his arms. Sure, she had sat at her table looking all circumspect and guarded, but there was a hint of something else underneath that cool exterior. Something intense. Something sensuous. Something he would seek to discover before the night was over. He felt the familiar heaviness in his groin, revealing the effect she had on him as they danced. Strangely, he didn’t care if she became aware of his lust for her. That was why he had asked – no, she was right – commanded that she dance with him.
A throbbing cock proved he was a man on a mission. She completely mesmerized him as she seemingly became lost in an erotic response to the sounds that filled the room. Her hips thrust in perfect time with the beat, making him long to meet her with some thrusts of his own. He knew he possessed a natural rhythm and could provide her with a partner that would keep up with her no matter what the activity.
Now, at last he held her in his arms. She turned away from him and sensuously lifted the heavy mane of dark locks that flowed like a river down her back, exposing a long, slender neck for his admiration. He groaned inwardly as she glanced back, casting a provocative look his way. He wrapped a long arm around her narrow waist, and pulled her up against his pulsing erection. He leaned down to nuzzle the velvet-like flesh behind her dainty ear, not knowing that his breath bathed over her like a warm whisper. The slight scrape of his smooth, straight teeth along the curve of her neck sent a tremor through her lithe form. He smiled at the realization that their dance appeared to have a heated effect on her as well.
The longer he held her, the more he wanted to know what it would be like to bury himself deep inside her. It would be one mind-blowing fuck if judged by her fluid, graceful movements on the dance floor. She appeared to be an uninhibited spirit. Her ability to follow his lead in perfect sync made him think their “horizontal dance” would be an explosive coupling to say the least.
Love Beyond the Curve is my most recent novel, released December 4th of 2012. I love all my books because the characters are my babies, but this one has a special place in my heart. Charlotte is a plus sized, beautiful woman who catches the eye of her gorgeous landlord, Reed Jackson. It is hard for her to believe he coud really want to be more than the good friends that they have become. Reed falls in love with the person, not the package, though he can’t stop fantasizing about her curves either. :)
As a”curvy girl” myself, I wanted to write a tender, sexy love story for those of us who have read hundreds of love stories, but never come across a curvy heroine. The “plump”/”chubby” friend is about all the shout out the plus size character gets in romances. Well, not any more. Charlotte and Reed have a story to tell, and I loved telling it. Reed will prove there are good-looking men out there that can love a woman deeply “just the way she is”.
I am going to give you a steamy excerpt from Love Beyond the Curve, then leave a link where you can watch a video from the band, One Direction, performing their song, “Little Things. This song is for every curvy woman that has found their “Reed”, or for those still looking for him. He is there. My favorite quote I found on a FB poster is: “Every woman is beautiful. It takes the right man to see it.” Reed is Charlotte’s “Right Man”. Love Beyond the Curve is available for purchase at BookStrand and Amazon. I will leave those links for you, too. Remember to leave a comment t be eligible for the $10.00 Gift Card to Amazon or Barnes and Noble. This is my last post for the TRS New Year’s Party. Thank you so much for spending some of your valuable time with me these few days. Thanks to TRS for hosting another great party! I wish all of you a wonderful new year filled with good things, and the strength and wisdom to navigate through those “less than happy” times this year.
Charlotte had stood still in her own version of the “Miss America” bathing suit pose allowing him to take in what she felt was foreign to his personal realm of sexual experiences. She knew he was treading into unchartered waters being there with a scantily clad larger woman. She just couldn’t decide if he was in shock, and had to carefully exam the fat freak, or was intrigued by what he saw. She quickly got her answer.
“Come here.” He smiled as he held out a hand to her. She bit her lip and lowered her head shyly as she stepped slowly up to the bed. He raised his hand to trail down her arm to her wrist, and then he raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed her palm. “You are breath-taking. Better than I had imagined, and you looked pretty damn hot in my head.” He ran a finger along the edge of her bra, hooking a finger at the center and pulling her closer to him. He slid an arm around her waist, and turned her around, so he could run a finger tip down the center of her back, stopping at the waistband of the boy shorts, which revealed the lower half of her full bottom.
“You look as gorgeous from behind as you do from the front.” He complimented her while he ran his fingertips over her round, yet firm, bottom.
Charlotte blushed as she felt the heat of his gaze flare when she turned around.
“Would you continue to undress for me?” He kissed the inside of her wrist, arching a questioning brow, waiting for her response.
“I’ve come this far, but are you sure you don’t want to just leave the rest to your imagination? I know I’m not your usual type of girl, Jackson. I’m sure it’s better in your head.” Charlotte tucked her hair behind one ear, shyly looking away.
“Shut up Hamilton. Maybe I’ve just now discovered “my type” of girl. Put your leg up here,” he ordered, and she found herself helpless to refuse him. He pulled her stocking down over her knee, and off her foot, tossing it aside. She placed her other leg up for him to follow the same action. Next, she turned around and presented her back to him. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled, gaining courage through his words of praise. “If you want it off, you take it off.”
Never one to back away from a challenge, he reached up and popped open the hooks of her bra with his one free hand. She turned around and shook her head at him.
“Never before have the words “Time for the big reveal” been more appropriate.” She pulled the bra away from her body and tossed it over her shoulder, bringing her hands down to rest on her hips.
“Well?” She held her posture correct, and turned from side to side, letting him drink in the sight of her full figure.
Reed covered his mouth with his hand for a moment, and reached out to trace the outline of an areola with a rough fingertip. His touch created a sensation that caused her nipple to pucker to attention. He looked up into her eyes and a broad smile broke out across his face. “I think I may have hit the fucking jackpot.” He pulled her to him and buried his face in her large, firm breasts. He then began to kiss and suck at them slowly, tenderly. Charlotte wrapped her arms around his head and held him, reveling in the pleasure his warm mouth was giving her.
VIDEO LINK FOR “LITTLE THINGS” BY ONE DIRECTION