Hello and welcome to my Sunday newsletter. Several guest authors will be stopping by the blog this week. Their names and websites are listed below. I hope you can stop by to visit on their guest days. You’ll also find information about an upcoming contest.
I hope you have a great week!
Kate
Guest Bloggers This Week:
Monday November 10 – Leigh Ellwood
https://twitter.com/@LeighEllwood
Tuesday November 11 – Diane Escalera
http://www.dianeescalera.com/
Friday November 14 – Leanne Tyler
http://leannetyler.com/
Saturday November 15 – Suz deMello
http://www.suzdemello.com/
Contest:
St.Augustine’s Silhouettes Contest starts November 12th at The Romance Reviews. For details, visit
http://www.theromancereviews.com/contestdetails.php?contestid=1089
Excerpt of the Week: Trouble in Paradise
by Kate Hill
Grace’s pulse leapt. Though she knew she should pull away, she didn’t want to. She gripped his waist and her leg dropped between his. Her lips parted beneath the gentle warmth of his tongue.
Moaning softly, Grace wiggled on top of him. His hardness pressed against that soft, needy place between her legs. She instinctively undulated against him and R. C. moaned.
“Oh, Grace. You’re killing me, baby,” he whispered close to her ear. He ran his tongue along the delicate shape of it.
Grace tingled all over. Her heartbeat quickened and she ached for him in a way that was all too dangerous. She reminded herself that their marriage was a farce, but her desire for him wasn’t.
By surrendering to his kisses and caresses, she was inviting heartbreak, but at the moment she didn’t care.
R. C. gently rolled her onto her back. His body half-draped over her, he kissed her again. His lips and tongue plundered hers, but with tenderness and passion that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she thrust her tongue against his. She loved his taste, his scent and the feel of his big, hard body against hers.
He kissed her neck and moved lower, tugging down the front of her nightgown so he could trail his lips and tongue over the tops of her breasts.
Grace knew she should stop him, but she didn’t want to.
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