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Sunday, August 15, 2010

I found me a can't KEEP him...

But I would settle for this a heartbeat.

And I normally don't like body hair on a man. My heroes don't even have a wisp of hair on their chests. Just that fine line that slips down below the belt. Now the photog who took this picture knows his body hair. Not too much. Just the right amount. And the perfect body to see it on. Hooray Jeff Palmer! You must be over 18 to view his website.

Why, oh why do all the gorgeous ones seem to be batting for the other team? Sigh.

Now, THIS is the body image I had in mind when I wrote Dictated by Fate. Hot, delicious. Well...maybe not the hair, but the body. Are you ready for a hotter excerpt? If not, close your browser now and recite the Confiteor ten times in quick succession. If you are are ready, here goes:

Excerpt: Dictated by Fate
Copyright 2009 by Fran Lee

He was standing where she always found him. He was looking out over the rooftops toward the black, roiling ocean, with the wind blowing his dark hair across his shadowy face, his body hidden in the mists of her dream. Strange, how she never managed to actually see him. Only feel him. Sense his intensity. He turned to face her as she floated from the door of the stairwell, and the only part of his face she could see were his lips, those sinfully wicked, curving lips that did such heavenly things to her body.

Why couldn’t she see him?

As always, he said nothing. Reaching out to her, he pulled her close with lean, strong hands and took her mouth savagely, needfully, hotly. His tongue was strong, hot, decadently delicious, tasting of delights she desperately wanted to know. There was heat in his kiss. Deep, sizzling heat. Devouring her. Building within her an aching hunger as his mouth and tongue left her faint and desperate for more.

His hands—oh, those marvelous, strong hands. Hands that moved slowly, decadently, torturing every place they moved, making her hot and greedy for more. Hands that cupped her barely covered breasts as he demanded everything.

He was naked. He was always naked. His smooth bronzed skin hot against hers as her own virginal white gown melted beneath his searing touch. She desperately wanted to see all that seductive, sweat-sheathed skin. She could never see his body clearly, and it was so hard and strong, so completely masculine and hot. She could not see his rippling muscles—only feel them as her own hands frantically moved over his chest and shoulders. Her palms caressed the hard nubs of masculine nipples, and when she tried to look at his body, he kissed her again, passionately, hungrily, preventing her from looking her fill.

He smiled down into her face as he held up the black cloth that he invariably wrapped around her eyes, and she shook her head. No! She wanted to see him! And then she was lost once more in the black folds of cloth as he ran his mouth down her body to her navel, his hot tongue swirling over her skin as she clutched his thick dark hair and begged him to finish this time—just once—so that she would know what it felt like. Her body was aflame, her lips trembling as she begged him to take away the cloth so that she could feast her eyes on him.

He laughed softly at her cries, ignoring her breathless need to see. His mouth moved over her trembling lips then tracked lower over her aching throat as she moaned and clung to his shoulders. His fingertips trailed over her aching nipples, to be replaced by his hot, wet mouth suckling, teasing—his tongue swirling seductively around her breast’s puffy tip, his hot breath making the painful tightness of her nipple even more desperately unbearable.

“I want you to—oh, please—touch me! Please, let me see you,” she sobbed as her hands dragged his body closer. Oh, the enthralling feel of his body beneath her fingers—under her aching palms. Her mind swirled in a miasma of unsated passion as he laughed and moved to the other nipple, tugging it deep into his hot mouth as his hands—oh, God! Those wonderful, talented hands—cupped her breasts as he licked, nipped, and nibbled until she wanted to die of the pleasure. Don’t stop! No! Please don’t stop.

He moved downward, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of devastation in their heated wake as he slipped down her body, his hands cupping her ass and lifting her hips to press a wanton kiss above her wet coppery curls. Oh, please! Yes!

He was pressing her thighs apart—seeking, teasing—until she lifted her hips and threw her head back, panting in desperation. She felt his delicious fingertips slip into the wet, swollen cleft between her legs—felt the heat swelling—that hot, sensuous beginning of ravening passion. She felt his long, lean fingers dip and swirl over her clitoris and into her throbbing center, felt the sweet, hot torture of his mouth as he kissed her wet sex, his tongue swirling, dipping—offering paradise! Almost—there—please—oh, please—oh—yeah…

Oh, shit!

The alarm brought her up from her bed with a strangled curse. Damn him! Even in her dreams, Prince Charming was just a frigging tease! She calmed her raging pulses and closed her eyes, falling back onto her damp pillow with a groan.

How many times had she felt him in her dreams? How many times had she so nearly felt the explosion she desperately craved? Oh, yeah, he was a damned tease.

But at least he wasn’t gay.

Dictated by Fate is available at Resplendence Publishing.


Tina Donahue said...

Damn - what an excerpt - whew!! Dictated by Fate sounds awesome, Fran - and the torso shot ain't bad either. :)

Paris said...

Well, if I wasn't awake before, I am now, LOL! This excerpt should have steam rolling off of it:-)

This was one of the first books I downloaded onto my new Sony Reader and it's a keeper!

Laura Kaye said...

Wow. Just wow. Pic and excerpt!

Cathy M said...

You are such a tease Fran, but what a great visual of Tonio. Loved this story, and it gets even hotter, ladies, so wonderfully erotic and delicious.

Jean Hart Stewart said...

Fran, you're as big a tease as he is. Really great...gotta have it. Jean

Katalina Leon said...

Fran, the photo and the excerpt set fire to my eyes and mind! Dang! that man is absolutely beautiful. I love the differences between men and women, and I love body hair on a man. The waxed clean look sometimes feels like vandalism to me. I want to see some chest hair please! Mr. Palmer is working for me... wowee. lol


The excerpt was hot but even hotter was the picture.


Molly Daniels said...

I LOVED this book!!

Fran Lee said...

Thanks so much, ladies! I'm thrilled you liked it!

Oddly enough, because of the price and length of this particular book, it will never make any best seller lists. But the reviewers loved it.


She said...

That is a wonderful torso. I love hairy men. Good excerpt also.

dor said...

I am speechless.

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