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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Kicking off the New Year

I tend to look on the positive side when experiencing a little bad luck but coming down with a cold on New Year's Day was not my idea of how to start a more productive year. I'm drinking gallons of hot tea, sipping lemon and honey and considering investing in some Kleenex stock.

Here's an excerpt of "Head Over Heels", my contribution to the erotic romance anthology, Red Stilettos, from Ellora's Cave. A print copy that includes stories by Francesca Hawley, Ashlyn Chase and Delilah Devlin is one of the prizes that will be awarded for this month's Romance Books 4 Us website contest http://www.romancebooks4us.com



Red Stilettos, Book One.

Bella Jacienski literally falls into sexy philanthropist Rhys Vincent’s arms while wearing her “magic” red stilettos, and wonders if the legend attached to the shoes is true. Has she found her heart’s desire—a passionate, lust-crazed lover who wants only her? Always and forever?

Rhys can’t keep his big hands off the curvy shopkeeper. Her smile captivates him and her lush body has him behaving like a he-man Neanderthal. Heated glances and sizzling touches turn into a hot office interlude and wild, break-the-bed sex that only makes him want her more. Bella is all the magic he needs.


Excerpt: Erotic Contemporary novella (R)


He situated the ladder and started climbing.

“I admire a man who’s willing to battle cobwebs and lace doilies to make me happy,” she said, watching him balance three full hatboxes and step back down. The muscles in his legs and ass clenched and her mouth watered. She was going to be a giant puddle before this was over. She hastily cleared the counter.

He set the boxes down between them. “Anymore balancing acts I should know about?”

She shook her head. “Not this week,” she said as he grabbed his coat and hat. She didn’t want him to go but if he didn’t there was a real threat that she’d start rationalizing a quickie, drag him into the storeroom and fuck his brains out among the clutter and cast-off furniture. There was a fainting couch but the upholstery was shot and the stuffing was marginal.

Oh damn. She’d been without sex way too long.

He turned the handle and the door popped open. “I know I locked this.”

She shrugged. “I have to use the deadbolt if I want to lock it securely.”

He frowned. “Were you afraid of being in here alone with me?”

“Not for the reason you might think,” she said, smiling because the thought worried him enough to ask. And he did look worried. “You’re almost too good to be true and I don’t want to screw it up.” He shut the door, deliberately and she cringed. “I open my mouth and—”

He crossed the shop in quick, deliberate strides closing the distance between them.

“Open your mouth, Bella,” he whispered, lowering his head. His soft command swept through her and brushed away any doubt that this was what they both wanted.

Even in the impossibly high stilettos she had to stand on tiptoe until he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her closer. His mouth was warm and sweet, restrained for the second it took her to accept him and then he claimed. His hands were everywhere, around her, caressing her.

She pressed against his erection, hot and ready. The upholstery on the fainting couch in the storeroom wasn’t that bad. She could throw a blanket over it. Or she could lead him upstairs to her delicate, wrought-iron bed. And they could make the bed shake and the windows rattle.

She drew back and took a deep breath. She wanted to reach down and touch all that pulsating energy wedged between them but he pulled away, his fingers trailing down her arms.

“Do you care about any of them enough to want them back?”

Still dazed by his kiss, she shook her head. “I didn’t care enough about any of them to consider how terrific make-up sex would be,” she said, still fixated on his mouth.

He looked stunned for a moment then shook his head. “Let’s not make that our first time,” he rasped, drawing her out of her trance. He pushed his arms into his jacket, put on his hat and slung his scarf around his neck. “I can’t believe there isn’t someone in your past smart enough to want you back,” he said, pinning her with a heated gaze that just missed being a glare.

He unceremoniously grabbed her for another lingering kiss, cradling her head in his big hands and taking her mouth as if he were staking his territory. And then he was gone.

She watched him cross the street between lights, still hungry for his touch, another kiss. Rhys Vincent had to be the most passionate man she’d ever met. Lust was definitely part of the equation—and he wanted her.


Just for fun, I made a video for the anthology...





May 2013 be filled with wonder and joy for you all. Until next month,

Happy Reading!


Paris Brandon
  

10 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

Wow - hot! Love the cover. :)

Congrats ladies!

Paris said...

Thanks, Tina!

Sandy said...

The video is hot, Paris, and so is the excerpt.

I hope you get over the cold soon.

Paris said...

Thanks, Sandy. Making videos is something I do for fun after I receive my cover art. I'm on the mend and planning my schedule for next week:)

jean hart stewart said...

Envy you being able to make your own trailer's...haven't tackled one yet myself. Hot excerpt!!!

Mary Corrales said...

Glad you're on the mend and that cold isn't keeping you down. Thanks the the excerpt in the meantime. :)

Katalina said...

Happy New Year Paris! May 2013 be a creative and productive year for you.

Paris said...

Hi Jean,
Thanks and I'm glad you liked the excerpt!

Paris said...

Mary,
Thanks, glad you liked the excerpt!

Paris said...

Kat,
Happy New Year to you too and right back at ya:)

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