Sunday, April 28, 2013

Sexy Sunday and Blog Tour - 'Blown' by Braxton Cole

This week's Sexy Sunday happens to be my stop on the blog tour for Braxton Cole's new novella, Blown. I'm very excited to include her in my Sexy Sunday series with a smokin' hot (read: "Holy Melting Panties, Batman!") excerpt from the book as well as my review AND a Rafflecopter giveaway! 
Scroll and enjoy, Lil Lovers! smiley 16a3c6a



Veronica “Roni” Guard is an undercover cop trying to bust a drug ring. Unfortunately, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Mateo Vargas, at an illegal street race in the California desert. He just happens to be a pretty big criminal himself. That’s why they split originally. No matter how much chemistry they have between them, a cop and a gangster are not a good match. Roni Convinces Mateo to help her with her case, his reluctance derailed by the one thing that always worked between them–sex. Yes, he’ll help her. But on one condition. In his world, she belongs to him, and him only.

Will Mateo’s possessiveness unravel Roni’s case? Or, worse, blow her cover? And if they get out of this alive, is there a future for them together?


I really didn't have time for this, to let Mateo kiss me like he wanted me to forget everything, including my name. Crimson's race would be over soon, if it wasn't already, and all I cared about was Mateo's tongue stroking mine. He sucked me into his mouth, then pushed me out and invaded mine the next second. His desperation made me light-headed and needy.

Finally, he released my arms and blood rushed in, causing my skin to tingle and miss him. Rather than pull away, he drew me closer. He bent at the knees until he was at eye level and wrapped his arms around me tight. He straightened and took me with him. He held me there as we kissed, his tongue pushing and invading and so fucking sexy. I could lose myself in a kiss like that.

He slid his hands down my body to cup my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he squeezed, his fingers digging in and massaging. I felt his cock twitch and lengthen through his jeans.

"I don't have time." I gasped the words into his mouth.

"Make time." He dropped to his knees and lowered me to the floor.

As soon as my back hit the floor, his hands were at my thighs, pushing my skirt up around my waist and easing my legs apart. His fingers brushed against my panties and I gasped. He was right. I could make time.

"Hurry."  I struggled to reach his jeans, to unbutton and unzip, then to pull him free. I remembered him, his size and length and how very right he felt inside of me and how very hard it had been to stop fucking him in the first place. In that moment, on my back in a fucking travel trailer in the middle of the largest organized illegal street race I'd ever seen, I wanted nothing more than to get him inside me again. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yes." He grunted as he jerked my panties down and off. Last time we fucked he got impatient and shredded the crotch with his fingers. This was an improvement. "In my pocket."

He pushed two fingers into me and we both groaned. I guess telling me the location of the condom made it my job to find it and put it on him, but I was too busy being finger fucked to focus on frisking him.

He fucked me slowly, his fingers twisting and spreading, and he brushed against that awesome place inside me, low and towards the front. The mythical g-spot, a place most men couldn't find with a treasure map and flashing lights to guide them in. Mateo found it with unerring precision, every time, and my back arched off the floor.

"Fuck." I clawed at his shirt. He had a beautiful body and I loved when he was naked, but it wasn't a priority at the moment. His shirt gave me something to cling to as he worked his fingers inside me.

"That's it." He braced himself above me on one arm, his face close enough to kiss. "God, you're so hot. I want to watch you come."

I wrapped one leg around him, leaving myself open wide and letting him feel how much he affected me. He thrust with his hand and followed with his hips. His cock slid against me, slipping through my moisture and pressing hard into my apex. He wanted inside as much as I wanted him there, but he didn't remove his hand.

"Touch yourself." Mateo thrust extra hard with the request and pressed against my clit with his thumb. I jerked and tried to focus on his words. He'd already brought me close to orgasm in no time at all. The second I touched myself, I knew I'd come and I wasn't ready to be done.

"No." I shook my head in rhythm to the motion of my hips. I wanted his cock, but damn his fingers felt so good, stroking and working me higher.

He licked up the column of my throat, then bit my ear hard, worrying his teeth back and forth. I groaned and tried not to think about the growing number of marks I'd have to find a way to hide from Crimson when we were done.

"Do it." He growled the words into my ear and they rumbled over my body and brought my skin to life. I started to shake my head again and he nipped at my neck, biting the sensitive flesh where neck blends into shoulder. "Do it or I'll stop."

His hand stilled then, his fingers inside me but unmoving.

"Fuck. Okay."

I moved as slowly as I could and he watched my hand move across my body. When I brushed a finger tip against my clit, my hips jerked involuntarily and he started fucking me again.

"Goddamn, that's sexy." His voice was breathy and reverent, and his hand kept a steady pace.

I circled my clit slow and easy. I was ridiculously wet and my fingers slipped through the moisture, sliding down to touch his hand and brush against his cock. He gasped and thrust forward again, pushing his cock into my hand. He was hard and pulsing and covered with my arousal. I wrapped my hand around him, circling and stroking down his length.

"No." He jerked his hips back, but his fingers kept working inside me. "Only you." He held himself out of my reach.

Tension and heat built low in my cunt. I was on the verge of breaking open from his relentless, probing fingers. I dragged my own fingers through my wetness, sliding against his, and slipping inside with them. I slid higher, close enough to come from the feel of his breath panting against my skin and knowing that I wouldn't last.

If this is what he wanted, to watch me finger myself until I came, I would give it to him, but it wouldn't be much of a show. I pressed against my clit and my finger slid along the raised, distended length. I was engorged, hard, and too fucking sensitive.

"That's it." He dropped his hips again, letting his cock press against me, pushing his fingers deeper.

I circled my clit, working it smoothly, with precision. A few seconds later, I clenched hard around his fingers and came with a strangled moan. Mateo lurched forward, resting his weight against me, and forced his tongue into my mouth to swallow my sounds.

"God, you're good at that," I said with a gasp. I dropped my head against the floor, my body loose and floaty in happy post-orgasm bliss.

The tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open got my attention and I looked up. I watched as he rolled the condom down his shaft, stroking and staring at me with an intense, heated look on his face. I licked my lips and shifted slightly, opening my legs wider. God, I wanted him inside me.

"You're so fucking hot. Damn, Roni, you have no idea what you do to me." He positioned his cock at my opening, pushing the very tip inside. He swiveled his hips, dragging through my sex and arousal.

I looked at him deliberately, one eyebrow raised, and said, "I have a pretty good idea." Then I ran a finger up the length of his cock, pausing when I reached the rim of the condom.

He laughed and grabbed my hands in his. He pinned them to the floor next to my head. And that move, the overt control and ownership, the primal declaration, was so ridiculously sexy. I was ready to combust and still he lingered at my opening.

"Please, fuck me." I gasped out the request. I couldn't help it. He was the type of guy to deprive himself, delay his own pleasure, just to torment his partner. I wasn't in the mood to be tormented. I just wanted to be fucked hard enough to feel it for days after.

He smiled, his mouth a crooked, careless line that thrilled me, and then he pushed forward, smooth, easy, and deep. God, did he feel good inside me. He was long and wide and filled me perfectly.

"Yes." Goddamn. I wanted to say more, to exclaim and shout and beg and cry. Instead I was locked beneath him, his weight pressing against me and his mouth suddenly on mine. He kissed me slowly as he pulled out. Then he thrust his tongue into my mouth in time with his hips, fucking my mouth and my pussy at the same time.

He didn't fuck gently. He committed fully, pushing as deep as possible with every stroke, bottoming out inside me and pushing farther still until I was stretched and panting for reprieve. And I couldn't breathe with his tongue in my mouth, lapping at my lips, my tongue, my teeth. I twisted my head to the side and gulped air. He laughed and raised up slightly, only to drop his weight onto his hands, with mine pinned underneath.

"Keep these here." He pressed me heavily into the floor, showing me where to keep my hands. I nodded, light-headed and confused about everything except the feel of him inside me.

"Good girl." And then he braced his hands against my thighs, pushing my legs open obscenely wide, his cock sliding even deeper. He moved his hips, retracted slightly, then pressed forward.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

Everything went a little blurry. I was reduced to pure sensation, to the powerful strokes as he thrust into me. He was done playing, done teasing, and set on fucking me through the floor. Even at his primal, pounding best, though, he was still thoughtful. He took--God did he take--what he wanted while watching my reaction the whole time. He adjusted, pushed deeper, slowed, only to go faster, all exactly when I needed it.

"I'm close." He grunted, a fine slick sheen of sweat coating his face and neck. I wished that I'd taken the time to get him naked. I loved the cut of his muscles, his perfect smooth skin. I wanted to lick the exertion from his chest, and bite his nipples.

I was not, however, ready for him to come. "Not yet." I gritted my teeth while keeping my hands where he put them.

"Roni. . ." He didn't slow his thrusts, and he kept driving into me and my body rose to meet him. Curling tension built inside me, but I wanted more.

"Not yet."

He grabbed my hips and hiked me up until only my head and shoulders touched the floor. Back arched, legs tight around his waist, I let him use me. At that angle, he went just a little deeper, touched me just a little different, and the pressure inside me spiraled. His fingers dug into my ass, kneading in counterpoint to his thrusts, jerking me forward to meet him, then pulling me back.

"I have to." He tremored inside me, his cock jerking and swelling, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Almost." I was so close, driven by his hard length pulsing and pushing into me. And then I was flying, let loose as my body came apart beneath him. "Now."

"Thank God." He thrust into me twice more, then held. His back, arms, legs, everything, trembled and he jerked arrhythmically then collapsed on top of me, heavy and possessive. He panted into my throat, his breath hot and wet against my skin. I loved him like this, spent and exhausted and vulnerable. We stayed like that long enough for my body to cool and the rug burn on my shoulder to make itself known. It was totally worth it.

"Tell me why we ever stopped doing that." He groaned, far more articulate than I was in that moment.

I laughed. "Conflict of interest." Specifically, he had found my badge and gun in my purse when he was looking for a condom while I was in the bathroom. Instead of the sex I'd expected, I found him with my gun in his hands, my badge on the floor, and a very scary look on his face. After a brutally brief conversation, we decided it would be best if we went our separate ways. At the time, it seemed prudent since I didn't want to die of a bullet from my own gun. Later I'd done some basic searches and found Mateo. And then Luis. And then vomited in the trashcan next to my desk at work.

He tensed slightly, but didn't move. "That's right. You're a cop. Why is that so easy to forget?"

"Are you kidding?" I rubbed my hands over his shaved head. It was damp with sweat and the stubble bit against my palms. "I can't even remember my name right now."

My Review:

Okay, I don't even know how to start this review except to say FAN. FRIGGIN. TASTIC!!! (I mean, did you read that excerpt???)

Attention all you readers and bloggers who stick your noses up at reading novellas and therefore don't give them a chance: GET OVER IT! Cuz if the writer is good, you won't miss anything that a full length novel has (except maybe for the time you can't get back). Braxton Cole knows what she's doing. You are in great hands here and I highly recommend this novella.

For starters if you like the shmexy - dayum. DAYUM. Absolutely panty-melting, yummalicious, gimme-sum-o-dat, filthy, dirty, nasty, monkey lovin'! But what makes it more than just hot is that Braxton takes the time to include the emotion in the sizzle. Roni and Mateo can't be together cuz she's a cop and he's a criminal and that means angst neither of them will admit to out loud (and for awhile not even to themselves)...but you can clearly feel it when reading the explosive, imaginative sex scenes. I was rooting for them, even though I knew it was as impossible a situation as they did.

Oh yeah...and Mateo's effin' sex-ay. Shhhhiiiiiiiizle. This story takes place around Los Angeles. I live in Los Angeles. Where's my Mateo? Guys like him are not on Match.


Next, even though it's written in first person from Roni's point of view, we are given clear insight into what Mateo's viewpoint might be based on Ronnie's observations of his body language and speech. I've found this to be a rare quality in the erotic romance genre so I appreciated it a lot. I didn't feel like I'd read only half a book and I didn't feel like the characters weren't fully developed like I usually do reading first person. So, well done there, Ms. Cole.

Last, there's some danger and intrigue thrown in for good measure as Roni is undercover trying to bust a  gangsta-drug-Lord-illegal-drag-race-runnin' creep bucket who will kill them BOTH if they get caught bumpin' uglies and her cover is blown. Nail biter!

My only very minor complaints with this story are that I might've liked a little more of the intrigue and maybe the ending was wrapped up a little too neatly, but hey...who cares. That's a complaint for the sake of complaint. Blown is definitely worth the read and I look forward to checking out Braxton's other works, Birthday Wishes (The List: Book 1 - available now) and All Wrapped Up (The List: Book 2 - coming in July).

Rating: Four and a half smooches! (out of 5)    smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss      

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Monday, April 22, 2013

Man Candy Monday - Henry Cavill

"Mondays are hard." smiley Tongue

This week I thought we'd take a moment to spotlight the new Superman, super sexy Henry CavillLeave it to Hollywood to cast a Brit as the quintessential American Hero, LOL...but at least they've got good taste. smiley Wink Don't miss the amazeballs trailer for "Man of Steel", out June 14th, at the bottom...

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See you next week!

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Sexy Sunday Guest Post by D.N. Simmons

This week, please welcome D.N. Simmons to Deliza's Dirty Dramas for Sexy Sunday!!! Please enjoy a sizzlin' undead excerpt below from her novel 'Desires Unleashed'!



Desires Unleashed is the first novel in the riveting, highly addictive and sexually-charged Knights of the Darkness Chronicles. Experience the heart-pounding thrill of the chase in this electrifying page-turner as you uncover the mystery behind the series of gruesome killings that have been terrorizing the citizens of Chicago.
When a grisly decapitated corpse pops up on a Chicago Street, drained of blood, the highly-trained, government-funded special police force assigned two of their best detectives to the case. S.U.I.T. Detectives Warren Davis and Matthew Eric delve deep into their investigation to discover just who or what is leaving mutilated bodies in public places. They soon realize that the killer or killers is one step ahead of them and if they are going to stop the menace before another innocent human is viciously attack, they are going to need help.
Natasha Hemingway liked her life just the way it was… normal and supernatural-free. The vampires and shape-shifters were just where she wanted them to be—far away from her. All was going well until an unfortunate accident landed her in the hospital. It was then that she discovered she had an ability that could help her save countless lives. All of a sudden, she finds herself thrust into the dangerous and alluring world of the supernatural and into the arms of two very sexy and deadly vampires.
Original, gritty and sprinkled with just the right amount of humor and wit, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget. You don’t want to miss out on this amazing series!

“I knew I’d find you here, Darian,” a soft, female voice said with a hint of a French accent. 
Darian knew who it was, he didn't need to turn around. He could smell her even before she entered his private box. He smiled, held his hand out, gesturing to the chair next to his.
“Elise ... how are you this evening?” he asked, turning to face the feline beauty at his side. His beautiful green eyes roamed over her sumptuous body. 
“I’m feeling fine, even better now that I’m finally in your presence. It’s unfortunate that you’re a vampire, I always have to wait until sunset to see your beauty ... to feel your touch.” 
She took his hand, pressing his knuckles to her lips, she kissed them gently. Darian smiled. He had helped her once and was taken by her beauty and aristocratic charm. Although he didn't doubt his sexual power to seduce, he had never expected Elise to become so entranced with him. 
“You’ve just missed a very good match. I’ve managed to lose a million dollars on a fighter I was most certain would win or at least make it to the next round. This just proves that even I can be wrong ... once in a while.” He smiled. 
Elise, still holding Darian’s hand, ran his fingertips down the front of her shirt. She pressed his palm over her left breast so that he could feel her rapid heartbeat and her mounting passion.
“I see you’ve missed me very much,” he said as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her breast. 
“Oui, I have. Do we have to stay here and watch these matches? Don’t you want to sweep me off of my feet, whisk me away to your bedroom and make love to me until the sun rises?” she asked in her most enticing tone. 
She climbed slowly out of her seat and onto Darian’s lap, her skirt rising above her hips to her waist.
“I would love to sweep you off your feet and whisk you away but I think it would be more exciting for both you and I to have sex right here, right now. I’m sure you can smell the blood in the air, feel the fear and excitement of the arena. I can feel it, can you?” Darian asked as he ran his fingertips lightly over her jaw line. 
He ran his right hand down her back, bringing goose bumps over the surface of her skin. 
“Yes, I can,” she said breathlessly as she leaned forward, kissing Darian deeply. 
Her tongue probed the inside of his mouth caressing his tongue. Their lips remained locked together as they fondled each other, letting their hands explore each other’s heated flesh. Darian removed her sheer black shirt, wanting to see the black leather bra that covered her pale bosom. Her own hands sought the buttons of his shirt and undid each one before sliding the black shirt slowly off of his broad shoulders exposing his beautiful chest. Her hands ran over his warm flesh, feeling the muscles underneath his skin. Her mouth parted from his as she began to trail hungry kisses lightly along his jaw line. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of her soft lips over his skin. A low moan escaped his throat as Elise continued down his neck, suckling the soft, fragrant skin there, taking in his personal scent even as it mingled with his expensive cologne. His hands trailed up her back, found the little clasp to her bra and undid it with ease. He ran his hands over her delicate shoulders, found the straps and pulled them down, exposing her milky breasts. His hands sought the soft mounds of her bosom, tugging the little pink, erect nipples between his fingers. A flicking of his fingertip lightly over the tip of one nipple caused Elise to gasp and quiver.
“I want you inside me, now!” she growled into his ear. 
Her nails dug into his flesh as she gripped his shoulders. He chuckled deep in his throat. She could feel the vibrations of his voice over his skin. It enticed her so, she could feel the wetness between her legs soaking her black lace thong panties. Darian smiled, he could feel her wetness dampening the front of his pants while she sat astride him. He enjoyed the scent of her arousal permeating the room; hot, wild and hungry. His penis hardened in his anticipation. 
“How badly do you want me inside you?” he growled. 
He ran the fingers along her inner thigh trailing upward until they touched the wetness of her panties. “Ah, sweet.” 
He rubbed his fingertips over the wetness causing her body to quake. Elise panted heavily as his breath brushed over her ear like a caress with each seductive word he purred. He looked positively gorgeous to her in his all black ensemble. There were few words that could express how desperately she desired him. 
“If I don’t feel you inside me in the next three seconds, I’m going to simply burst!” 
She hoped that was specific enough. She wanted to feel his hard, naked body against hers; it was the only thing that mattered at that moment. Darian smiled. He was more than willing to oblige, especially since his earlier attempt at seducing Miss Balfour had been ruined. He lifted her slightly off his lap and worked at his zipper and top button. Elise caressed his smooth, erect penis, pulling it free from his pants. She smiled as she looked at his uncircumcised manhood. Darian yanked her black lacy panties, ripping the fabric. He brought the remains of her thong panties to his nose, inhaled deeply and moaned as her sexual scent assailed his nostrils. Elise began to grind slowly over his penis, reaching between them to guide him inside her. Darian released the panties, groaning as he was enveloped in soft, wet, hot flesh.
He gripped her hips with one hand as he rose up to pump deeply into her. His other hand ran over her shoulders then around her waist to press her closer to him, guiding her over his groin. His mouth closed over her breast, running his tongue over her erect nipple, teasing it, nibbling the delicate flesh. He chuckled deeply as he heard Elise cry out in pleasure. 

Meet The Author

I was born in the little, but big bustling city of Chicago, Illinois. I still live there today, and loving every second of it ... Except for those harsh cold winters. I started writing short horror stories when I was eleven years old. It wasn't until 2004 that I decided to take the plunge into the professional literary world when I wrote Desires Unleashed.
I love the supernatural world, I've always found it fascinating, especially vampires and shape-shifters. It was my love of the genre that motivated me to create the story I had always wanted to read. I published it, hoping there were other people out there who would be entertained by that same story. I love to entertain people, to offer them that fantasy world they can escape into filled with wonders and good times. I know I appreciate the escapism I've delved into when reading a good book.
More about me, I'm a couch potato by nature, and I love watching great movies and television shows. I also love listening to music of all genres. Some of my other hobbies include rollerblading, biking, composing classical music, writing poetry, cooking, playing video games.
Some of the accolades I've won for my writing are: "New Voice of Today" by A Romance Review, "Rising Star" by Love Romance and "Author of the Month" by Warrior of Words. I've been nominated two years in a row in several categories, including "best vampire novel" and "best urban-fantasy" at Love Romance and More. My third novel; The Royal Flush did win honorable mention in 2006.
In 2012 my novel "Unholy Alliance" was nominated for "Best Book of 2012" and "Best Paranormal Book of 2012" by Love Romance and More.

Connect with D.N. at her website

Monday, April 15, 2013

Man Candy Monday - Mikael Kenta

"Mondays are hard." smiley Tongue

It's Monday already??? Well thank God there's no shortage of scorching hot dudes around to make the day better! This week I'm featuring the filthy yummy Mikael Kenta. Cuz...well...I tend to like 'em a little bit on the "scary hot" side. Yeah, daddy. And trust...this one's definitely making an eventual appearance in the Savannah Rossi Chronicles...

Please enjoy and feel free to leave comments! 

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Don't talk, just pull me by my hair into the cave and call it good...

"Yes, hello...Satan? I'd like to sell my soul..."

Road trip! I wonder if it's gonna be a bumpy ride...

Oh, Mr. Warrior...what a big spear you have...

Oh, alright...I like 'em on the sensitive side, too...

Thank you for improving my Monday, Mr. Kenta! ♥

Come on back next week for more testosterone-laden treats!
And check out the MCM archive to see who you've missed!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Sexy Sunday Guest Post - "The Honeymoon" by Siren Allen

Siren Allen provides some erotic poetry for today's installment of Sexy Sunday...get your fans out, campers! 
Thanks for stopping by, Siren!


The Honeymoon

Her hips jerked in anticipation; he hadn’t even touched her yet
Blindfolded, handcuffed to the bed; she was already soaking wet
She felt a dip in the mattress; he was making his way over to her
She held her breath; impatiently awaiting his first touch, his first words
Silence surrounded her, the deafening sound of …nothing
Then she heard him remove his shirt, his belt and the rest of his clothing.
She felt his hands at her knees; spreading her legs apart
Her walls convulsed, tightening; awaiting his first thrust
He spread her legs further. She clenched her hands into fist.
He wrapped his hands around her thighs, sliding her body closer to his.
She heard him inhale, the sound almost made her come.
He exhaled then asked her, “Are you ready for my tongue?”
She didn’t know how to respond, hell yes, sure, okay!
But instead she lifted her hips, bringing her wetness closer to his face.
He chuckled; she smiled, His tongue swiped against her flesh,
When it came to giving head, this man…he was the best.
She grinded against his mouth, the stubble of his goatee tickling her
He closed his lips around her tiny bud, his mouth devouring her.
Her body shook as waves of pleasure came crashing over her
But he didn’t stop, he didn’t let up, he just kept feasting on her
With her thighs shaking, her back arched, she felt her orgasm approaching
She shuddered and bit her lip, her body felt like it was floating.
He delved his tongue between her folds, in and out…in and out.
She tossed her head side to side trying her best not to scream out
But she failed; she trembled and screamed his name as she came
He swallowed the evidence of her orgasm, her body felt drained
He released her legs and rubbed his hands over her stomach, up to her breast
She felt him removing the blindfold and handcuffs, his chest pressed against her chest
 “I told you I could make you scream,” is what he whispered in her ear.
Yes he had and yes he did. But this night was far from over.
It was her turn to show him, that this was no rookie that he wed.
She pushed him down against the mattress, “Now watch me make you beg.” 

Meet The Author

Siren Allen is a Clinical Laboratory Technician but her first passion is writing. When she’s not working in the Lab or writing steamy stories she’s planning her wedding to her best friend and future hubby Duane Allen.


Her first book is scheduled to be released this fall!  

Monday, April 8, 2013

Blog Tour - Wanted by Kimberly Knight

It's finally here, Lil Lovers - Kimberly Knight's Wanted Blog Tour! I am really excited for my new little blog to be a part of it. Since I am behind and just barely finished both Where I Need To Be and Wanted just in time for this blog to post I knew I wouldn't have time for a review, so I've got an excerpt to share with you AND a giveaway! So scroll on down. Also, I've tied in this week's Man Candy Monday by featuring the damndirtydelish (it's totally a real word) Joe Marvullo, Kimberly's cover model! Check that out here.

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From the moment she first saw him running on the treadmill next to her, Spencer Marshall had fallen head over heels in love with Brandon Montgomery. After Spencer has a near-death experience she would rather forget, they do their best to move on with their lives, leaving their past behind them. 

Thankful for a fresh start and eager to move on with her life, Spencer focuses on helping her best friend Ryan Kennedy plan her wedding. Everything seems to be going as planned when someone from Brandon's past reappears. Can Spencer and Brandon survive the coming days as they struggle to deal with ghosts from the past?


We sat at an open table and continued to mingle with my friends as we enjoyed some of the delicious appetizers that were provided. I enjoyed having Brandon at my side as he laughed, teased and joked with everyone, putting all of my friends at ease. If they weren’t already head over heels for him, I knew they would be by the end of the evening.  

“I'm going to grab another beer, you ladies want anything?” Brandon asked. 

We all agreed that we needed a refill of our wine. I began to stand up to go with him to help carry drinks, but Carroll beat me to it.

“I'll go with you, Brandon––you can't carry it all.”
“It’s okay, I'll go with him,” I said.
“It’s no problem, Spence –– I'm already heading that way.  You just sit here and relax and we’ll be back in a few,” Carroll assured me with a wink. 
“Okay, sure, glass of Chardonnay. Thank you!” 
“You got it, Babe,” Brandon said and kissed my cheek. 
Just as Brandon and Carroll left, I saw one of the new fitness consultants approaching our table. Acyn was a nice guy and likeable, but he was also a total ladies’ man and had already flirted his way through most of the office.
“Hey, Spencer––ladies,” Acyn greeted in his Southern drawl as he came closer to our table.
“Hey, Acyn, how are you?” I asked as he sat down in Brandon’s seat next to me.
“I'm doing better now,” he said with a wink.
“Acyn, you look very nice tonight,” Bel said flirtatiously.
“Thanks, Bel.  Ladies, I have to say that you all look beautiful––love the dress, Spencer,” Acyn said as he leaned close to me and winked, gently bumping my shoulder with his.
“Thank you,” I said politely as I shifted away from him.
A few seconds later, Brandon and Carroll were back from the bar with our drinks.
“Oh, Acyn, I’m sorry––didn't know you were here. I would have gotten you a beer, too,” Carroll said.
“It's okay, I just got here actually,” Acyn said as he gave Brandon the once-over.
Brandon met his gaze evenly and smiled briefly. “Sorry, man, but if you don’t mind?” He nodded to where Acyn was sitting, indicating that Acyn had taken his seat.
I quickly piped up, “Acyn, this is my boyfriend, Brandon. Brandon this is Acyn. He is one of our new fitness consultants.”
Even though Brandon worked out almost everyday at the gym, Acyn was a bit bulkier than he was. Acyn had the most piercing blue eyes and his hair was chocolate brown like Brandon's. Brandon was a few inches taller than Acyn, but they both had killer smiles guaranteed to get any ladies’ panties wet.
“Nice to meet you,” Brandon said, sticking out his hand to shake Acyn's.
Acyn's eyes flitted quickly between me and Brandon. I had never told him that I had a boyfriend and he had never asked. He flirted with everyone in the office, so I never took him seriously. As I watched his reaction to Brandon, I started to realize that I may have misunderstood what I had thought to be casual flirting.
“Yeah man, you've got a great girl here. Sorry for stealing your seat,” he said as he got up and let Brandon have his chair back.
“I know I do,” Brandon said, slinging his arm over my shoulder as he sat down and kissed my cheek. “She’s the best.”  
Acyn took a seat next to Sue, which was directly in front of me. While we all talked about our plans for the holidays, I caught Acyn frequently staring at me. I was sure Brandon noticed because he would casually squeeze my leg each time. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable when Brandon leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“So, Babe, I still haven't seen your office.”
“Oh, yeah. Would you like a personal guided tour?” I whispered back as I grinned and winked at him mischievously.
“Lead the way, Babe.”
“If you all would excuse us again,” I said to the crowded table.
I grabbed Brandon's hand, lacing our fingers and led him towards the elevators. As we stopped at the elevator doors, I pushed the up button and looked up at Brandon’s face.
“What's wrong?” I asked when I noticed he looked mildly annoyed.
“Nothing. Sorry––I just haven't seen anyone flirt with you before. Just struck a nerve.”
I didn't respond right away. I just looked at him and bit my lip as I smiled. I could never get enough of him, so for him to act jealous over something like that was a little disappointing. I had spent the last three and half months watching women flirt endlessly with him. I actually thought for a brief moment that maybe Acyn flirting with me was a good thing––it would show Brandon what I had been exposed to.
“Babe, you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours,” I said. As the elevator doors opened, I pulled him inside with our hands still laced together. When I turned back around to face the front of the elevator, I saw Acyn watching us. I quickly pushed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back to Brandon's side.
“You're mine?” he asked, stepping in front of me and bringing his face inches from mine as the elevator doors closed.
“Yes,” I whispered, looking into his mocha eyes, which caused my heart to skip a beat and my stomach to clench a little in anticipation of his touch.
Brandon reached down for my hands, pushed me back against the elevator wall and held my arms above my head as he claimed my mouth. 
“Mine,” he mumbled against my lips.

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