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Ryan tore his mouth from hers and trailed hot kisses down her chin, along her jaw and up to the sensitive spot below her ear. Claire tilted her head to give him better access; the sensations he sent flying through her body had her mind spinning and her arousal soaring. With lips, teeth, and tongue he tortured her flesh and dragged little moans and whimpers from her throat. He nipped her earlobe, and she arched her back as liquid fire shot down her spine and into her pussy.
Moisture flowed from the plump folds of her sex, and her muscles clenched, aching to be filled. His hands were everywhere, moving across her robe, shifting the silk along sensitive skin and nerve endings, tantalizing her with pleasures to come. One hand cupped a breast, squeezed gently before weighing the mound in his palm. Skilled fingers plucked at her nipple, drawing it tighter. Claire pushed farther into his hold. His arm came around her back, bracing her, pulling her close, and trapping his hand between their heated bodies.
A yearning, raw and fevered, roared through Claire like a flash fire, consuming her—overwhelming her. The moans and whimpers she made were foreign to her ears, and she could only describe them as animalistic. She clawed at the back of Ryan’s head, pushed him lower, and arched higher to offer him the breast longing for the attention of his mouth.
“More.” Her voice, weak from desire, lacked strength. The demand came out as more of a plea.
Ryan’s mouth fell on hers again. Hunger and need filled her every fiber. If she didn’t get relief soon she’d die or burn up. His tongue brushed hers, as though it fought to take all she had and more. He pinched the nipple still in his fingers as he sucked on her tongue. Electrical pulses fired through her, dragged her closer to the edge of madness. Tearing her lips from his, she threw her head back and moaned.

You can find more info on All Of You HERE!

The other authors participating this week -

Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
Lauren Dane
Shelli Stevens
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Zoë Archer

What’s an erotic romance without a love scene? I decided to put a little spin on it though. Instead of a ‘physical’ love scene I’ve picked one where Brogan protects his love as best he can.

El stared at the wild animal in front of her. Teeth bared and hackles raised, he had obviously taken exception to her being in its forest. Well he wasn’t the only one. He looked scrawny, his coat unkempt but what did she expect? A well groomed canine?

“Nice doggy, good doggy.” Hands in front she backed away.

He followed.

The grumble vibrating up his throat stopped her cold. Without moving her head, she searched the area, looking for anything she could use as a weapon to protect herself. He wasn’t big, had to weigh less than she did. If she could find something to bash him over the head with there might be a slim chance she’d get to freeze to death after all.

She tried not to think of how else she might die. Those pointy yellow teeth sent icy fear skating through her veins. Saliva dripped from his curled lips and El’s flight impulse kicked in. The urge to run, to turn and run, shuddered over muscles rigid with fear, but she didn’t move. To do so would mean certain death.

One paw moved forward as a back one followed. With infinite care he walked toward her. He snarled wider, showed more of his menacing jaws. He was stalking her and all she could do was stand there. Wait for him to get closer. She might be able to kick out with her foot if he came within reach without lunging for her throat. How far could he jump?

When he got within twenty feet his snarl turned into a gut-stealing growl, teeth mashing together as he snapped at her. His legs bent and his chest dipped and she knew this was it, he would attack her now and it would be a fight for her life.

She braced her legs apart, bent her knees and bounced on the balls of her feet. All the things she’d been taught in her self-defense class. El figured she could get a good solid kick into his throat if he jumped the right way. If not she’d plant her foot in the first thing it connected with.

The coyote leapt and all her muscles tightened, ready to spring up.

She never got the chance.

With a spine-tingling howl, another coyote pounced. At first she thought it was coming for her but when the newcomer took out the first one in a swift bone-crunching tackle she knew it was time to run. Blood sprayed across the pristine white snow and El’s stomach turned. She would not vomit.

Sprinting to the left, she took off. Trees and bushes slapped at her but she didn’t stop. Her heart pounded in time with her feet, her toes squelched in her wet sneakers and her chest burned with each ragged breath. She needed to hide. She’d never outrun the coyote if he gave chase and she was sure he would.

El scanned the area as she ran, looked for anything that might conceal her. There was only one option. The last time she’d climbed a tree hadn’t turned out well but if it was the difference between life and death, she’d do it. Spotting one that looked as if it would be easy to climb, she headed straight for it.

Bark dug into her palms as her fingers wrapped around a low branch. It took one tear in her jeans, numerous bruises and two attempts to get her legs over the limb. Her sweater caught as she swung up and she teetered on the verge of falling. The sound of pounding paws gave her renewed strength to throw herself up and out of reach.

The big gray coyote walked between the trees, his coat glossy and thick, his gait regal and confident. El held her breath, prayed he wouldn’t see her. He stopped four feet from the base of her tree and without hesitation looked up at her. She gasped as her hold slipped and a gouge ripped in the flesh of her hand.

It was the coyote from the photo.

Casually, as though he hadn’t just attacked another animal, he sat on his haunches. His golden eyes watched her and El was mesmerized, helpless to look away. From one heartbeat to the next she relaxed and knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t hurt her.

Why she would think such a thing about a wild animal couldn’t be explained but when he lay down on his belly, head on his paws, she felt no threat from him.

Curled on the branch, her numb body began to slide. Her shivering had come back now that the adrenaline was wearing off and her eyes drooped. She was so tired, she wanted to put her head down and sleep. But she knew she couldn’t, not in the tree anyway. Falling was not an option. She’d break something for sure.

She climbed down from her perch. Careful not to startle him with any quick movements, she eased to the ground and sat with her back against the trunk. With the danger passed, her body came alive with pain, cold and fatigue. Keeping an eye on the coyote, El waited for an attack in case she’d misjudged him. It never came. He watched her with unblinking eyes.

Feeling safe but tired, she bent her legs and hugged them to her chest. Closing her eyes she placed her head on her knees as bone-rattling shakes swamped her. Her arms and legs went numb and her teeth chattered. She didn’t flinch when the coyote sat next to her. She was exhausted, no strength left to even move her head but she opened her eyes to look at him.

He was warm. His fur so soft she wanted to burrow into him and sleep. In the back of her mind she knew what she was doing was insane. She sat with a wild animal at her side but she wouldn’t move. Couldn’t move. His actions spoke of care and protection. He’d stopped the other coyote from attacking her and now he was keeping her warm, standing guard. And she was so sleepy.

The cold had her thinking and doing things she wouldn’t under normal circumstances. Obviously she was hallucinating, in the throes of hypothermia or something. He rubbed his head back and forth on her arm. The motion soothed and reassured her he didn’t intend to hurt her. If she died out here in this frozen wonderland she wouldn’t be alone.

Lethargic with cold, she slumped against him. His coat encouraged snuggling and she buried her hands in his fur. Her cheek lay on his neck and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat he gave off. His heartbeat set a steady rhythm beneath her ear and lulled by his warmth and comfort, El draped her body over his.

She must have dozed because she didn’t hear anything until Quinn stood in front of her. He dropped to his knees beside her, tossing a bag at her feet.

“Here, get changed. We need to get her back fast.”

Confused by his words, El tried to get up.

“Not you, El. Let’s get your coat on.” Quinn gently eased one arm into the thermal garment.

Cold air flowed over her side as the coyote stood. She turned to watch him walk away, expected him to leave now there was another person here. But he didn’t. With grace he walked a few feet away and before she could understand what she saw, Brogan stood before her. Naked.

Oh, my God! She was hallucinating. She did not just see that gorgeous animal turn into Rowan’s brother. He reached for the bag Quinn had brought and pulled clothes out. Dressing quickly, he returned to her side just as Quinn got her zipped up.

“Brogan?” she whispered, the word full of the confusion swirling in her head.

“Shh… It’s all right. I’ve got you now. We’ll get you home and warm.” He pulled her close and hugged her tight before he picked her up and started walking through the falling snow. El curled into his body and gave up the fight to stay awake.

Find out all the info on Coyote Wild HERE!  

This weeks list of participating authors:
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
Lissa Matthews
Zoe Archer

This weeks theme is villain’s. There’s a couple in my Coyote Hunger series and I’ve chosen to share a scene with more than one.

“What?”

“I’m not sure.” She took a deep breath. “Can you smell that?”

Quinn sucked in a breath. Slowly. The air was scented with coyote. Not natural but shifter. Two different individuals. Neither of them familiar to him. And if he wasn’t mistaken, newly turned. It didn’t make any sense but he wasn’t going to hang around to work it out.

“Let’s go.”

He grabbed Rowan’s hand and started jogging. There was no time to waste; he wanted her back at the house, safe from possible danger. It was rare for new coyotes to show up in Whispering Springs, even rarer for a human to show up and be turned. Scenting two on the air couldn’t be good news. Quinn pushed her in front of him, let her hand go as she took the hint and ran in front of him.

They could run the distance in less than half the time it took them to walk. He could hear Rowan’s labored breath ahead of him. Her long legs ate up the ground and he had to stretch to keep up with her. It wasn’t enough. About half a mile from the clearing, two coyotes came at them from the side. Quinn went down hard as one of them slammed into his ribs. He rolled, pushed to his feet and ran. Thankful to see Rowan hadn’t stopped, he followed.

Flashes of red flickered through the trees in front of him and he knew Rowan was on her feet and running as hard as she could. A glimpse of gray to the right was the only warning before one of the animals crashed into his legs, taking him to the ground again. The second coyote landed on his back stopping him from somersaulting to his feet but the momentum took them tumbling over the snow. He used his legs and arms to lash out and stop teeth from connecting with flesh.

Two on one wasn’t a fair fight but Quinn couldn’t worry about that now. He had to get free of these two. His fist smashed into the side of a head, bones crunched and pain seared up his arm. A boot connected with ribs, a nauseating crack and yelp of pain followed. Given a reprieve, Quinn jumped to his feet and sprinted after Rowan. No longer able to see her, he used his ears to listen but couldn’t hear anything over his own harsh breathing and pounding heart.

Leg muscles burned. Pushing hard, he leaped over a fallen log. Between the trees, he made out the clearing, a blaze of red streaking across the white snow. He cleared the tree line only to be tackled again. Pain sliced into his knee and hip when he crashed to the ground. Air exploded from his chest and he could do nothing but gasp in agony. Jaws snapped, tore at fabric and ripped at skin. Stunned, he curled up and protected his neck with his arms.

“Quinn!”

Rowan’s scream echoed over the yard, the blood-curdling shriek froze the blood in his veins. Sheer terror lanced his heart. Were there more than two of them? Adrenalin and coyote kicked in. He struck out, hit flesh and bone and kept going. Blow after blow landed with a sickening thud, each one stronger than the last. Unable to shift with the two animals attacking him, he had no choice except to fight in human form but a partial shift would give him strength, teeth and claws to do more damage. To hold the half shift took skill and concentration but Quinn was determined to win and save Rowan.

Nothing short of death would stop him reaching her. Protecting her.

You can find all the info on Coyote Home HERE!

The list of participating authors this week:
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Mandy M Roth
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
Shelli Stevens
Jody Wallace

This weeks theme is emotion. I’ve picked a scene from Truth Or Dare where panic grabs hold of Miki with both hands. I bet poor Dayne never expected to get this reaction when he confessed his love.

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“Jesus.”
“Mmm.” Dayne couldn’t even form a word. That had to be the single most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had, and they’d done plenty of mind blowing this past weekend.
“Fuck, that was hot to watch,” Grant growled from somewhere above him.
“Hope you got a good look because there won’t be a repeat performance.” Dayne’s gut cramped at Miki’s words.
“Why the hell not?” Grant’s tone was fraught with anxiety.
“I think I’m dead,” Miki gasped. “Can’t have sex if I’m dead.”
Thank God. For a second Dayne thought she meant it was over. It couldn’t be over. The sex was getting hotter every time, and his suspicion of how he felt about Miki was now fact. He was in love with her. There was no mistaking what he suddenly knew to the very marrow of his bones.
He rolled over, tugged Miki into his arms and cuddled her close. They lay crossways on the bed and Grant scooted around to join them. Spooning along her back, his best friend slung his arm over both of them, his hand planted firmly in the middle of Dayne’s back. His heart pinched. This is what he wanted every day for the rest of his life, and he’d be fucked if he let anything or anyone get in the way of them being together.
“God, I love you, Miki.”
The words were out before he could stop them. She stiffened between them.
“No.” Her whispered word carried all the fear he knew she held inside and some that he had no clue about.
“Yes.” He kissed her forehead. “It’s the way I feel. I’m not asking for you to reciprocate, well, not yet anyway. All I want is for you to know this isn’t just sex for me, not that it ever was.” She tried to tug from their embrace.
“Miki. Just hear me out, okay?” Dayne held her tighter. “All I want is a chance to see if we can make this work.”
“We can’t.”
“Why not?” Grant asked.
“Because!”
“That’s not an answer.” Dayne could feel his anger at her refusal to even listen growing. “We promised not to hold anything back and this is part of it. I love you like I never thought myself possible of and I’m not about to hide it under the bed until you’re ready to deal with it. I need to work this out, Miki.” He didn’t like the pleading note in his voice, but he’d get down on his knees and beg if he had to.
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“I can’t.” She wriggled and jerked from their hold and scurried from the bed. “I won’t. I did the whole relationship thing once, I can’t do it again. Never again.”
Her head swivelled from side to side, her gaze scanning the room. She folded her arms around her stomach and clutched at her sides, her fingers digging in to her skin. She stood there, naked, and shivered from head to toe. They weren’t going to work through whatever the hell she was scared of quickly. Dayne had the sick feeling they’d be lucky to find out what held her back. She was closing herself off. He could see it in her body language and in her eyes. Those blue orbs held so much fear, so much pain.
“Miki—”
“No. Don’t. I need to go.” She spun in a circle. “Where are my clothes? Why can’t I find my clothes?”
Dayne could hear her panic escalating. They needed to calm her down before she went to pieces completely. It terrified him seeing her like this. The frightened woman in front of them wasn’t the Miki they’d come to know.
“I’ll get your clothes. They’re in the drier.” Grant slid off the bed. “Calm down, Miki. We’ll all get dressed and talk.”
“Talk?” Her brow creased as she looked at Grant. “No, no. I have to go home. I need to go home.”
Things were going nowhere fast. Dayne jumped to his feet and reached for Miki. She tried to avoid him but he gripped her shoulders and gave her a gentle shake.
“Stop, Miki.”
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes and all the wind went out of his sails.
“Oh, baby.” He pulled her close, tucked her head under his chin. “Grant’s getting your clothes. You can get dressed, okay?”
Grant dashed from the room and Dayne held a shivering Miki against him. There weren’t any tears liked he’d expected, but then everything about Miki was unexpected. From the second they’d met all those years ago until now, nothing about their friendship was predictable.
She sighed and warm air blew across his chest. The deep breath seemed to settle her, the shaking stopped and she softened in his arms. Dayne relaxed—his hold on her loosening. Grant returned with her clothes neatly folded and placed them on the bed. Dayne unwound his arms and took a step back.
“Your clothes are on the bed.” He looked at Grant. “We’ll wait for you in the lounge, okay?”
Dayne waited for Miki to say something but she only nodded, reached past him to collect her clothes and walked to the bathroom. He watched her go and knew it wouldn’t be the first time today he saw her walking away.

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You can find all the info on Truth Or Dare HERE!

Authors participating this week are:-
Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Lissa Matthews
Mandy M Roth
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Leah Braemel
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane