What’s New? It’s Katie Blu
So, I read a great book today. I liked it so much I thought I’d see if the author minded a brief flogging – luckily Ms. Blu was ready and willing. (Sheesh…she sounds a bit kinky, doesn’t she?)
So what do you enjoy doing in your spare time? I don’t have much spare time. I work insane hours for an equally insane employer who get his bloody knickers in a twist if you spend office time taking care of personal business. Imagine the audacity! Truthfully I work with stained glass to bridge the gap between work and play.
Do you have any unique or unusual talents? If there is a way to catch a heel and fall on my face, I will find a way to accomplish it. Blood Oath.
Who are some of your favorite authors? Right, I reckon this is where I say Bronwyn Green? No, you’re a right cobber. I actually do enjoy your books, mate. Yours and I’m a big fan of Anny Cook, Brynn Paulin as well as fellow aussies Amarinda Jones and Katie Blu.
What inspired Surprised by Desire? The unseasonably dry weather perhaps? The sexy neighbor boy who rushes out to help me with my wheelie bin on trash days. I think I shall send him a download to see if he gets my meaning.
What are you working on now? Something different for me. I’m hot into a m/m novella with vampires, werewolves, and a prophesy. I’m rather enjoying this one.
Jenna Michaels is back in town at her mother’s bidding trying to make it through another family vacation with the Nolans like they used to have. The neighbors are long time friends and now that David Nolan is divorced, her mother and his are trying to make a match. But it isn’t David who heats her blood, it’s Jason Nolan and it catches her completely off guard. Little does she realize, one of the Nolan men has had Jenna in his sights for a long time… and he’s ready to play.
Jenna side-stepped toward the nearest indent. This close to the slope, she knew she’d stumble again without light if she stayed put. Her hand brushed against warm, hard cotton. A shirt, she supposed, based on the height. The sharp inhalation of breath from the owner of the shirt had her sending a whispered apology.
Her wrist was locked in the steely grip of a man’s hand. Jenna was pulled forward with a jerk. Her body slammed hard into firm, flat plains of hot male from shoulder to hip. She gasped at the unexpected intimate contact. Her nipples beaded wantonly. His long, thick ridge of arousal pressed her abdomen but whose? Was it Garth? Jason? Or David?
She didn’t have time to debate the issue. A hand fisted in her hair, dragging her to her toes. Warm, searching lips found hers. His tongue dipped inside to ravage her mouth and rub wickedly along her tongue. Oh God. Whoever’s lips were plundering hers knew what they were doing. Heat coiled low and persistently making her core quicken and moisture pool between her legs.
Jenna’s sweet acquiescing murmur nearly buckled his knees. Fuck, she tasted good. Her hands curled on his waist and his chest. The contact sparked his pulse and throbbed the length of his cock. His tongue tangled with hers. Though she’d started off in surprise, her interest picked up. He’d made arrangements for the lights to be killed and intended to make the most of it.
His fingers caught her jeans button and snapped it open. Wiggle room, he thought. His hands trembled slightly. He released her hair, dropping his hand to her waist. He took his time stroking up her side until he covered her breast. Her nipple poked his palm through her shirt. He resisted the urge to groan. Instead, he sucked her bottom lip and dropped kisses to the spot where her neck curved to her shoulder.
Jenna shivered in his arms and her breathing sounded ragged. His thumb stroked over her pebbled tip. On another long hungry shudder, she pressed her forehead on his shoulder.
His other hand dipped easily inside her jeans, beneath the flimsy satin panties. Jenna struggled for only a second, stiffened and nearly pulled away. His fingers stroked her folds and her nipple simultaneously.
“Gotta touch you Jenna. Gotta touch your wet pussy,” he whispered in her ear.
Jenna stopped struggling.
His fingers found her slick pearl. Taking it between his finger and thumb he rolled it, mirroring his actions with her nipple. Her mouth parted on his shoulder. Between her muffled panting and the moans he could feel against his shoulder, he rejoiced in giving her pleasure.
Jenna’s hips thrust into his hand. He slipped his pinky into her slick channel. Her convulsions were beginning. He pinched her clit hard on a roll. Jenna gave a long low, audible moan which vibrated through him. His own hips jerked in response as he came in his jeans while her pussy wetly sucked his pinky.
“Oh God, Jenna,” he murmured in her ear. “You made me come.”
“Jenna, honey? Are you okay? You didn’t fall down and twist your ankle did you? Sweetie?”
Jenna’s mom whined from on high.
“Fine, Mom,” he heard her gasp.
“Are you sure? Sounds like you’re trying not to cry. Are you scared? Honey, David’s down there with you. Don’t be scared.”
He chuckled softly beside her ear. His hand left her sated folds and she could feel him lifting his arm, so close they stood. She caught the faint scent of her muskiness on his hand as it came near her face. Her secret partner inhaled sharply around a soft sucking noise. He moaned as though he tasted the sweetest honey. “Your pussy juice tastes good, honey.”
Jenna shivered. “Fine, I said,” she called to her mother.
“David?” her mother screeched.
Her lover stepped away from Jenna, separating himself from her delectable body.
“Here, Kathy. We’re all fine down here.” David said.
“Are you sure? Sounded like Jenna was whimpering and gasping.”