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Whoot! Hello, welcome, so glad you're here on the Self-Love Is In The Air Blog Hop. I hope you're well and I hope you're enjoying May, which is of course Masturbation Month.
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So who likes to live life in the fast lane? My characters in Accelerated Passion certainly do, and to celebrate this hop I'm giving away an ebook copy to one person who comments on this post. And to whet your appetite for more, here's a moment of self-love taken from near the beginning of the book...
Frankie’s dreams were a jumbled collection of images. Dean was there. His eyes flashing with the same intensity as when he’d pinned her up against the wall. She was aware of his body pressing into hers—the heat of his skin, the shape of his mouth, the sexy smell emanating from his flesh.
Again, she’d touched him, palms flat on his chest. But this time, she didn’t push him away. In her nighttime fantasy, her mind conjured up an erotic scenario where she’d drifted her hands lower. Slipped them over the soft smooth material of his driver’s outfit and searched out his groin.
He was hard. So hard. And the shape of his cock easy to make out.
“Frankie,” he’d groaned. “Suck me.”
And she had. She’d dropped to her knees, his suit magically gone, and stared at his big hard cock jutting toward her.
“Please,” he’d begged, slotting his hands into her hair. “Do it.”
Her mouth had watered with the longing to taste him, to feel his warm shaft slipping over her tongue. And then she’d done it, taken him to the back of her throat in one fast gulp.
He’d groaned, a long, low, guttural sound that made her want to come. And then she was preparing to come. In her dream. She was sucking off Dean, yet her clit was being stimulated, the pressure building, a coil of lust spinning in her pelvis and getting ready to release.
He held her tighter, shoved deeper into her throat, filling her with his taste, his release, his desire.
As she swallowed him down, she came. A hard, fast orgasm that stole her breath and shot to her toes and the top of her head. She curled forward, sat up. Dean gone from her mouth, her belly was tight, and her heart raced.
She opened her eyes, blinked a few times as she orientated herself to the hotel room. Her brow was damp, as was the hollow of her throat. The sheets were tangled around her ankles, and her right hand was down her knickers, her fingertips still eking out the last of her climax.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, flopping back onto the pillows with her arms spread out to the sides.
Having sexy, orgasmic dreams about Dean-fucking- Cudditch was the last way she wanted to start her morning.
Back Cover Information
When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.
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I dunno, Lil, I think I'd quite like waking up with Dean on my mind... I suspect, deep down, Frankie didn't mind either! �� love this excerpt! X x x ��
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