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Yeah, you heard me, Jayne Rylon. You know, that author who writes super hot, super erotic, super awesome romances? Well, it’s Jayne’s week at International Heat and she’s kicking things off with a bang. I dare you to go take a look..
But what do I think of Jayne? Maybe I should tell you how I pictured Jayne Rylon in my head and how she really looks.
I pictured Jayne Rylon as this uber-icy, white blonde Amazonian. When I met Jayne I discovered she is as short at me (pretty damn short) with the warmest, most mischievous blue eyes you’ll ever see. I wanted to hug her. And man, does she have a wicked sense of humour. Oh, and she has a major fairy-floss (err, cotton candy) addiction.
This is a snippet from Kate’s Crew. I picked this book because I just looove the idea of an erotic romance cover with FIVE gorgeous, naked men on the cover (oh, and it’s a bloody hot story as well). Enjoy…
“I’m sorry, Mike. You can’t stay.”
He flinched, but refused to budge. When she tried to avert her face from his persuasive gaze, he captured her lip between his teeth then nipped her. “Enough. Enough running, Kate.”
Her brain struggled to catch up to this alternate reality where she finally had what she wanted, but she couldn’t keep it. If she could just get dressed maybe she could usher him out with a modicum of pride intact.
“What happened to our clothes?” Her question came out a bit garbled since he maintained his hold on her lip a few seconds longer. “I remember falling asleep with pajamas on.”
“It’s fucking hot up here at night. I’ll have James take a look at the air-conditioning later. You stripped after you’d been asleep for five minutes.” His eyelids drooped at the memory. “Now quit stalling. Why are you fighting what’s between us?”
He dusted her mouth with his even as he left a sticky trail of arousal in the wake of his half-hard shaft, which traced a shallow arc across her abdomen. She forced her hips to stay glued to the bed instead of tipping up to align her aching pussy with the head of his cock. Even as endless passion threatened to obliterate her better judgment, guilt corrupted her bliss.
“It’s not fair to do this to you,” she whispered.
“To tempt me until I swear blue balls isn’t some high school myth? To rile me up with those sweet smiles and naughty looks, then bolt whenever I get within arm’s reach? To refuse me all damn summer until I end up fucking you like an animal before I’ve even taken you out to dinner? What? What exactly isn’t fair about this bullshit?”
He’d never shown her even a hint of impatience before. It left her no choice but to be honest. To be direct.
“It’s not fair to start something serious with you when I want to fuck your partners, too.”
Heat crawled up her chest then progressed onto her cheeks at the admission. She’d never had these kinds of urges before. Well, maybe once or twice. But only in an abstract way. She’d never had anyone specific in mind, and she’d certainly never admitted the fantasy to a lover.
Kate had tried to discount her constant hunger for her new neighbors as a product of the steamy season, their often half-naked bodies or, even, her hormones kicking in as she got older. None of the lies held water.
Something about this man drew her like a bear to honey. And his friends sweetened the deal. Fear of his rejection had her mind racing so out of control, she didn’t realize he’d started laughing until he flopped to his back on the mattress beside her.
He flung his contoured arm over his eyes, burying his once-broken nose in the crook of his elbow. The tribal armband ringing his biceps jerked as he tried to stifle his amusement but failed. Kate’s face flamed even as her stomach cramped.
She slugged his shoulder. “What the hell are you laughing at? I know I’m nothing special, but I’ve seen the way your friends look at me when they think I can’t see. Hell, I can feel their eyes undressing me every time I bend over. It’s driving me insane!”
When she shifted—tucking her legs under her to scurry out of the bed—he rolled to his side, propped his scruffy jaw on his hand then grabbed her around her waist and refused to let go.
“There’s no need to get your pretty panties in a bunch, doll.”
“Good thing, since I’m not wearing any.” She thrust her chin in the air.
“True, that.” His pupils dilated. “But you’re missing my point.”
Mike coaxed her to recline beside him with languorous strokes of his fingers on her waist. Then he shook his head as if remembering what he’d been saying. “I can’t believe you made me chase you like a rabid dog because my crew turns you on.”
“It’s not just that they’re smoking.” She cleared her throat.
“No worries. I caught you the first time around, babe. You want to get it on with them.”
Kate clamped her bottom lip between her teeth then gave a reluctant nod. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop it. Stop assuming you know what I want.”
How had he ended up above her again? His laser stare sliced through the flimsy denials she’d hoped to construct.
“Ever hear the saying, `Work hard, play harder’?” Mike encroached on her personal space, filling every gap with his scent, his heat and his challenge.
“What about it?” She gulped like a fish out of water.
“I’ve known the crew for ten years, ever since we suffered through trade school. There’s not much we haven’t done together. I’m a pretty open-minded guy. Would it surprise you if I said you wouldn’t be the first woman we’d shared?” He traced the ridge of her collarbone with the tip of his middle finger.
She tried to answer but couldn’t, her throat had gone dry.
“You think about it, Kate. Where’s your feisty spirit now? Do you have the guts to go after what you want? All you have to do is ask.”
Just when she thought he would steal her inhibitions with another kiss, he sprang over her then headed for the shower. On the vintage-tile threshold to the bathroom, he turned. “And, one more thing, sweetness… You’re plenty special. Never doubt that.”
Jayne will be in charge of the International Heat blog all this week so come check her out 🙂
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