Since I just got a great review for Irish Sex Fairy from Night Owl Reviews, I thought I'd post a little snippet from that story. It's been out for a while now, from Ellora's Cave, but it's always nice to get a good review!
Night Owl Reviews gave Irish Sex Fairy 5 STARS and NOR TOP PICK!
Reviewer Heather said: "a fantastic, fast-paced story that will make readers crave more. Her characters are believable, intelligent and intriguing. The plotline is fascinating, interesting, and enchanting. This book is one that I am definitely adding to my keeper collection and I am delighted to recommend this book to others."
He was acting like a caveman. A horny, crazed animal. Shit. He sucked in oxygen. “I’m sorry.”
She blinked at him. He tugged her closer and put his hands on her waist. “Believe it or not, I do believe in foreplay,” he said softly, smiling.
She gave a choked little laugh. “That’s good. I know we don’t have much time, but…”
He pulled her closer, against his body, inhaled that sweet jasmine honeysuckle scent of her. He had a hard-on like a club. “We have all the time in the world,” he murmured.
“Um…your job? Shane…”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, beneath her ear, where the skin was soft and sweetly fragrant. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Oookay.” The word was a breath and he pressed a kiss to her throat, to the pulse fluttering there. His own heart was about to pound out of his chest and his cock throbbed insistently behind the zipper of his uniform trousers. He slid his hands down to her hips and then around behind her to the curves of her ass.
Her breath hissed out, her head fell back and he lifted his own head to gaze at her. Her lips parted and his mouth opened with the need to taste her. He lowered his head and kissed her, at first soft, exploring, coaxing. Then with a groan, he gathered her in his arms and brought her up tight against him, loving the feel of her in his arms, and deepened the kiss, mouth opening over hers, his tongue licking over her bottom lip and into her mouth. She tasted like sweet, delicious female and he realized he recognized the taste of her and the feel of her as if the last time he’d kissed her had been yesterday.
The shock of that jolted him like a live current, made his pulse leap, made his cock twitch. He pressed it into Keara’s softness, felt her arms slide around his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair. If they could have wrapped themselves around each other, they would have, by the feel of her straining against him. Her breasts—not big but damn cute from what he remembered—pressed against his torso.
Christ! He hauled her up by her ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist, their mouths devouring each other. He tried to carry her to the stairs leading to the bedrooms upstairs, stumbling a bit with her across the shiny white tile floor of his foyer.
“No,” he gasped as his raging lust threatened his self-control. The carpeted stairs looked good to him, and he considered stopping there and taking her.
“What d’you mean, no?” She arched against him to rub those pretty tits over his chest.
“I mean, I want to do you right here, but I promised you foreplay.”
“Screw the foreplay,” she said. “I want it now. Right here. Oh God, Shane.”
She rocked against him, her soft center rubbing seekingly against him.
Okay, the stairs it was.