Easter Egg Hunt

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Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Egg-cerpt by Modeska Rose

An Afternoon Tryst by Modeska Rose

Excerpt:
I paused in the doorway. Our eyes held for a few seconds, and then he bent to kiss my lips. His kiss was tentative, one that made me want more. He stopped, his eyes searched mine, then strong arms enfolded me, and he kissed me again, this time hard and demanding. His soft moist tongue gently pushed into my mouth, and I relished the slightly minty taste.

"I’ve been waiting so long for that." He nipped at the soft skin below my ear. "God, Marissa."

He took my hand and pulled me into the room and kicked the door shut behind us. I giggled as he enfolded me in his arms, his chest against my back. He continued kissing my neck, and I felt like a school girl on her first date. His hands seemed to be everywhere. He stroked my back, rubbed my arms, then his hand pulled softly through my curly hair. His hard maleness pushed against me. I reached slowly behind me and rubbed him through the stiff denim of his jeans and smiled when he groaned. His hands cupped my large breasts, and I gasped as an electric shock surged from my nipples down my belly.

"You smell sweet enough to eat." He nuzzled my neck, and I fought to breathe as his full lips and moist tongue found that extra sensitive place. I closed my eyes as if I were in a delicious dream, but the sensations spiking through me were definitely real.

I pulled away slightly and fought the urge to open myself completely. I didn’t want to rush.

Back Cover Blurb

Marissa is struggling in her five-year marriage. Her husband seems to have pulled away, and the close intimacy they shared has gone. When she notices Cole in the local grocery store, she is mesmerized. This encounter leads to the beginning of a steamy afternoon affair where he fulfills all of her desires with hot, steamy sex and a rose-petaled bubble bath.

Marissa craves the excitement and closeness she used to share with her husband, but can't let go of Cole who treats her like a rare and precious jewel, giving her everything her marriage is lacking. As she struggles to get through each day, anticipating their next tryst, Marissa knows that she must resolve this dilemma.

Will she cling to Cole for the excitement he gives her, or is Marissa’s love for her husband strong enough to recapture the intimacy and closeness she longs for in her marriage?

Or can she have both?

This wickedly naughty story has a surprise ending.

Purchase at:
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses


Thanks Modeska for the egg-cerpt,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

New Review for Banished Scoundrel

Reviewer: Cassie/Lupa

From You Gotta Read Reviews

"Anita Philmar has created a fantasy world that is rich with detail and imagination. The characters are fantastic and will have you cheering, crying and hoping for a happy ending as you read. This story is a great addition to any fantasy/paranormal lovers library."

Ice Man Egg-cerpt

Ice Man
Copyright © KyAnn Waters, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

To Purchase: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7799-ice-man.aspx


Ice Man
Book 1 in the Blood Slaves series.

Feeding and sex go hand in hand when you're a blood slave to a vampire. It's like a drug and Rowan is hooked. With the vampire Theron, Rowan has never wanted for more than his next fix. Until he meets Brett. Brett is hot, the sex is incredible and he's human.

Brett is looking for kinky sex when he goes to the Catacombs, an exclusive fetish club for men. Flair bartender Rowan, also known as Ice Man, is sexy and mysterious. Brett isn't ready to complicate his life with a lover outside the Catacombs and Rowan isn't interested in club-scene sex but coming together and giving in never felt so good.

Rowan's dark secret could destroy everything. He must never allow Brett to learn of his symbiotic relationship with the vampire. He has to choose--tell Brett the truth or remain a blood slave. He can only hope that Brett will trust in love enough to forgive him.

An Excerpt From: ICE MAN



Blood surged into his cock. Cool mist bathed his warm flesh and sent shivers down his spine. Drugging euphoria clouded his mind and his limbs grew heavy. He felt as if he melted into the bed beneath him. Some said the pleasure of feeding was like the high of a hallucinogenic drug. Pulsing erotic energy thrummed through his body. Scorching heat raged through his veins. Soaring higher, his cock grew longer--harder. He not only offered the blood in his veins, but also his aroused body. Maybe feeding was a drug. Without will to refuse, he'd certainly become an addict.




Whispered voices surrounded him. Hands caressed his torso. Faceless touches in the blackened room. His stomach quivered under their seeking hands. Fingers pinched his nipples, twisting until the sting had him moaning. His hips thrust into the blackness. He ached for relief from the delirium of intense pleasure.




Cool breath stirred against his throbbing cock. His essence oozed from the slit and trickled down the length. Moist, cold suction surrounded his cock head.




"Yes," he hissed through his teeth. His jaw clenched and his back arched off the bed. He needed more. Firm lips worked down his shaft, sucking him deep into the chilled cavernous depths of his lover's mouth. Heat pooled in his balls.




Strong fingers circled the base and tightened. Teeth scraped along the length as his faceless lover took more of his cock between those cold, soft lips. His heart pounded. Blood roared through his ears and sweat beaded on his brow. He wet his dry lips with his tongue, anticipating the high.




The cold mouth on his cock continued to slurp him into his throat, sucking him off and grazing him with teeth, just to the point of biting. Another cold tongue swiped his hard, pebbled nipple. The sensation nearly made him come.




Leather straps cinched on his ankles and anchored him to the bed. Although he could still buck against the delicious tongue lashing at his balls and cock. His arms, stretched above his head, were bound to the headboard. He could grasp the wrought iron bars, but couldn't pull free. The bed dipped on the left and another cold tongue traced the seam of his mouth and parted his lips. He was powerless to refuse the invasion. He opened and savored the dark flavor of his unknown master.




The kiss ended. Someone combed his bangs from his face. A tender caress traced the brows over his eyes and cupped his whiskered cheek. Warmth.




Theron. Powerful, dominant. And Rowan Huntington was a slave to him.



Find out about KyAnn at
www.KyAnnWaters.com

And thanks KyAnn for the egg-cerpt.

You rock,

Anita

Egg-cerpt by Author Lynne Roberts

After Hours

Blurb:

Elle Simpson doesn’t deny that the new intern is sexy as hell but he’s also ten years her junior--and she doesn’t date men from the office. Of course, dating isn’t what comes to mind when David Nelson enters a room. When Elle’s boss assigns her to work an important account, she’s thrilled—until David volunteers to help. Working one on one with her desirable new assistant is bound to test the limits of her restraint.

Everything about Elle, from her professional savvy to her hot body, turns David on, but first he has to unravel her mixed signals. After a few late nights alone with Elle in the office, David is at the end of his tether. It was hard enough during the day; keeping his hands off her after hours is proving impossible.

Excerpt:

Some men simply walk across a room, but not David.

Elle Simpson watched from her office as the new intern, his hips moving in a predatory roll, strolled to the copier and stood with his back toward her. No, not David.

She felt the color rise in her cheeks as her gaze traced his body, from the dark hair just curling at the nape of his neck, past wide shoulders, to the dangerous-looking narrow hips and an ass made for grabbing. Her body warmed and her inner thighs began to tingle.

David turned, as though he could sense her scrutiny, and flashed a smile that could short-circuit a city. Hell, it certainly did a number on her. Elle swallowed, hiding behind a noncommittal nod, and hoped she gave the impression she was too busy for pleasantries. Damn. She needed to be more careful.

After many years with the company, she’d earned her reputation as a dependable, hardworking, no-nonsense kind of woman. She grimaced. What would her fellow employees think if they knew every time David Nelson walked in the room, Elle’s synapses stopped firing as all the blood left her head to settle between her legs? She shifted on her chair and the friction caused her pussy to ache, reminding her of its neglected state.

Evidently finished with the copier, David gathered his papers and walked back to his cubicle. Elle tilted her head to better watch him walk down the hall. A damn sexy man. Perhaps he’d been born with some sort of exclusive hip design. It would explain the fluidity of movement.

Elle shrugged. One thing was certain—when David walked into a room, or out of it, he had her undivided attention. She didn’t think he was trying to be sexy, or if he was, the effort had become, well...effortless. There was just something in the way those well-oiled hips moved that made her wonder what else they could do.

FIRST DATE
AFTER HOURS
http://www.thewilderroses.com/
Find Lynne at http://lynneroberts.net/
Thanks for the Egg-cerpt Lynne,

Anita