#SexySnippets have you ever acted on IMPULSE

Welcome to #SexySnippets, where we tease you with seven sentences. (yes okay I'm in the naughty corner with eight today, sorrry *snigger* but it's worth it I reckon?)

Mia did, and look where it got her...

Well not quite but you get the idea?


Today, I'm giving you a tease from Impulse, book one in the Isola Dei Sogni series.

Isola Dei Sogni, where fantasies and dreams come true. Mia only went as a favor for her sister. Her fantasy was a good book and a bottle of wine. Until she met Dylan. Then her sense disappeared and fantasy took over. Was it all worth it?

Dylan has arrived at Isola Dei Sogni to help out—with reluctance and just as a favor. Then he meets Mia. If she's the person he's supposed to assist, then maybe the visit won't be the waste of time he thought after all. His attitude has changed, and when he hears Mia wants to give him his fantasy? Dylan is never one to disappoint a lady…he hopes.

However, fantasies and dreams are all well and good, but even here, reality creeps in. Can Mia and Dylan overcome that to reach their happily ever after?

Here's your tease...

"Show me, Mia, show me."

Her body was on fire as she moved her hand. She'd show him, and rejoiced that she'd found a person who desired her so much.

"Like this?" With an insouciance she wouldn't have believed she had, Mia wet her fingers in her mouth and moved them to her pussy. Slowly, she pushed inside herself. The look on his face gave her courage to move them further inside. As she scraped the walls of her channel, her clit tingled and sharp arrows of pleasure honed in on her nipples. Her juices coated her fingers, and without conscious thought, she moved her hand to coat her nipples with her essence. 

Impulse is available from http://www.amazon.com/Impulse-Isola-dei-Sogni-ebook/dp/B00CLTRTF2%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB00CLTRTF2

AND

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Happy, Reading,

Love R x

#MidWeekTease... Have you met Sael? He's a horny devil...

Wednesday again woo hoo.

That means I get to read some fantastic @MidWeekTeases

Have you met Sael?

He's one horny devil...

Her touch brought his fangs out, and his tail swished in an arc. To her surprise, a neat but vicious set of horns appeared on either side of his head. Shiny and dark, they made her tremble. It wasn't pure fear, Livvy noticed, but tempered with excitement.

"You bring out my Devil Within. In a good way. You complete me. And it saves me explaining that these"—he touched his horns—"will appear."

Livvy stared. Then, as a credit to her own temerity, ran her fingers over them. Velvet, rock hard velvet.

"What do you do with them?" she asked.

He'd shown her—almost. His head dipped toward her pussy. Then he stopped and rubbed one velvet tip over her clit.

"Show me." She stared up at him and hoped the trust and interest she had were obvious in her expression. "Show me what you use them for. I'm guessing it’s not for hoopla or quoits."

Sael sniggered. "Not unless your kink goes that way. I er, well…" His voice trailed off. Livvy rolled her eyes.

"Argh for goodness’ sake. Do I get out the vibrator, or do I get a horn? Though I guess it doesn't vibrate I bet it's good."

"You reckon? Let me show you." His voice was gravelly, with added heat. "Ah now, pet, feel the heat." He got up onto his knees, lifted her legs to stretch out each side of him and bent his head. The fine, short, and curly hairs tickled her skin, and Livvy jumped. It didn't tickle, exactly, but it did heighten her arousal. Then Sael stroked her clit with the tip and let it slide over her soft skin toward the entrance to her channel. Livvy wriggled and gasped as a wave of fire swept through her.

"It's hot and heat, and it throbs." She stopped moving as he edged the horn oh so gently inside her. Her muscles tensed, and he paled. Did he think she might say red, or even worse, crumble? There was no chance. She'd got this far, and Livvy didn't intention to renege.

She began a tiny clench and release move, over and over again. "I want more."

"Dammit, do you know how bloody difficult it is not to thrust, take, and force the pace?" He grunted the words. "You know the expression to the hilt?"

Why was he talking about stupid expressions and not filling her to the hilt? Ah…

"Yeah, so? Do it then."

He grinned. "Did you know the opposite end to the tip of a Devil's horn is called the hilt?" Then he pushed.

Tiny stings slid over the inner walls of her pussy, as his horn slid “to the hilt” and back. Over and over those little stabs hit her and tingles spiraled from them. Wave after wave of fiery heat pulsed through her as he moved. Livvy opened her eyes a slit, and watched in awe as tiny shards of light pulsed around his head, dancing up and down in time to their sexual beat. The sensations were so different from when he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.

"Liv-love, I can't help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you'll have to lick it off me and me off you. We'll defer on the sheets."

What the hell is he rambling on about? Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn didn't add to the ability to think coherently. She didn't bother to answer him or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner muscles and refused to let him go.

The roar he gave should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn't shown before, Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated her.

Livvy floated, and saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her neck.

She snuggled into him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled. "That's not an invitation for the next round. That's a thank you."

"Not for a few minutes anyway."

She looked up at him, and he laughed. "Ah, pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um you're not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn't temper my pulsars."

"Is that what it's called?"

He nodded.

"Er no, just all hot and well hot. But having said that, I don't want to be impaled on a horn every time. Even if it does bring a new meaning to the expression I'm horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I can't come pregnant though a horn can I?"

"Thingies? Thingies, sheesh, woman." He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand.

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When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.

She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.

He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?

 Buy links

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/livvys-devil-dom-by-raven-mcallan/

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Livvys-Devil-Dom-Raven-McAllan-ebook/dp/B00GH0JI00/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1383727400&sr=1-3&keywords=Raven+McAllan

http://www.amazon.com/Livvys-Devil-Dom-Raven-McAllan-ebook/dp/B00GH0JI00/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1383727400&sr=1-3&keywords=Raven+McAllan

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-livvy039sdevildom-1338429-147.html

http://www.bookstrand.com/livvys-devil-dom-mf

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Thoughts for Tuesday...where I ponder on my week home alone...

Hi all, hope your week is going well...

Last week I was home alone so to speak. Well the cat and I. Hubby was away for work, and Smudge (the cat not the hubby) and I settled into our ususal routine of H A. (home alone).

Well actually that should be non-routine.

After the first day of wandering round and eating too much chocolate, drinking copious cups of cofee and making lists I lose, things settle down. But I've just thought of the last week and realised how I change things around. Not physical things but the little lets do this now, that gets done, then stuff.

For a start, when I'm H A I eat when I fancy. Yes, I suppose feeding times (I sound like the zoo) are roughly the same. However as hubby doesn't get home until early evening most days we don't have our main meal until mid evening. When I'm H A I eat earlier. No that's a lie. I eat earlier, later, any old time. I should qualify my statement and say I eat my main meal earlier. (And I can keep the chocolate in the fridge and not hear the incredulous "Have you eaten all that chocolate already?" (The answer is usually, "yes." After all what's the point of having chocolate and not eating it?)

I'm never the best of sleepers. Don't know why. Old age? An overactive imagination? Whatever it is I can wake up every hour all night sometimes. When hubby is at home I either suffer in silence, or get up and find another bed. (That's not as bad as it sounds. Generally there's only us in the house, plus Smudge, and his bed isn't big enough for me.) When I'm H A I get up, make tea, take it back to bed, read, write, raid the biscuit tin (a bad one that), do the crossword etc etc. Before I know where I am it's three hours later and I'm ready to sleep when I should get up.

See that's the funny thing. The getting up bit. Whether I've slept or not, I still tend to wake up, admit I'm not asleep or whatever, and get up about the same time. I wonder what it's like to snooze the day away in bed?

I'll also admit to the odd (no, not odd, very nice) glass of wine. But (looks round shiftily to make sure hubby isn't listening) it tends to be from a rather good bottle. Oops. Well how am I supposed to know? (we'll ignore the fact I read labels and check and well...)

We have a rule, I suppose you can call it. That we both work during the day, Monday to Friday and unless it's an emergency, not during the evenings or weekends. Otherwise we'd never see each other, speak to each other, or well...*blush* 

However on my home alone times, that goes out of the window. I write when I feel like it. The upshot last week, was I wrote around 30k on the WIP plus all the other bits and bobs a write from home author does. Flashes, emails, can you just write to/ring/check out and make a note of/shout at for me stuff. 

I even managed to clear out the wardrobe, get three bags of clothes, handbags and shoes for the charity shop, sort a box of books for the Doctor's surgery, weed the patio, and walk every day.

Good grief, I'll need this week to recover!

So hubby is back this week, and I've slipped back into my routine without a problem. Weird that, but hey ho, I won't complain. I have so much admiration for those people who stay at home with or without children, whilst their other half is away for weeks and months, (I was thinking armed forces personnel and families here) and have to swap a long standing routine for another one. 

What do you think?

(Oh and I'm still tapping away at the WIP, just not quite at all hours, and I'm lacking chocolate.)

look...see...

WIP (word vomit)

Her mind went blank. Coherent thought disappeared, as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

How long she was in the throes of her arousal Debra had no idea. When she finally stopped shuddering and opened her eyes, her head was on Daniels chest, which she noted with satisfaction was heaving like a tugboat in a gale.

"Whew." What an insipid exclamation for something so out of the world.  Sadly her tired brain couldn't come up with anything less mundane.

"Yeah." As ever Daniel played with her hair and stroked her cheek and throat.

She'd have to ask him if in the lieu of worshipping toes, he had a fetish about her head instead. Later.

"You complete me Deb. I can't think of any other way to say it."

Those simple words made her swell up and sniff. "Oh my. And you me."

 He cuddled her closer. "Just as well really." He was silent for a moment and Debra was content just to stay as they were. "Listen it's stopped raining. We'd better make a move before the next storm rolls in. There might not be another convenient place to shelter, and we don't want to get all soaked and have a damp ferry ride back."

Debra giggled as she reluctantly moved of his chest and sat up. She looked around and found her top.

"Oh that's okay. I have a raincoat."

Have a great week,

Love R x

#SexySnippets in which I show you a picture of Hong Kong

Hello all ( or one of you) Thanks for dropping in, and letting me know I'm not blogging just to myself.

And Happy Mother's Day to all mums where today is their day...

It's Sunday again and that means #SexySnippets time. Where you (that is any you who can write and have a blog, we'd love you to join us) can sign up at 

www.thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.com

and then you get this very sexy #SexySnippets logo to put on your post...

So here's my #sexySnippets for this week. Now imagine the scene. Debra is in her mid forties and on her last stop in her up market gap year.

Daniel is younger, and works for the hotel she is stopping in...

Sparks fly...

(unedited word vomit and a sentence too long but...)

They linked hands again and left the village behind to climb the steep track out of the village. Debra soon found she was puffing. Okay she didn't like exercise per se, but she liked waking, and did a lot of it. This was something else. Sweat dripped down her back and between her boobs. She'd be getting the adult equivalent of nappy rash between them, not on her butt if she wasn't careful. She tried to wipe her cleavage surreptitiously and then stole a mutinous look at Daniel. He of course, looked as if he was strolling along the promenade of stars on Kowloon waterfront and ready to see if his handprint matched Jackie Chan's or Bruce Li's.

Happy Reading, your link to the other #SexySnippets is near the top of the post

Love R x

#FlasherFriday Time

It's Friday... 

!00 words and a flash. Same picture different people, different flashes 

The song was sultry and suited her smoky voice. Her worry, her hurt, and her uncertainty shone through each throbbing note and colored each word.

Malena leaned forward and touched the statue.

The cold metal was warm against her skin.

The shimmer of the metal as it shifted and slipped, comforted her.

The soft growl crept into her, curled around her heart and made her pulse jump.

Surely not?

 Malena touched her head to the statue's heart.

The words drifted into her.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Come to me. Be for me. It's time."

His mouth opened and she was his.

Dinner time.

catch us all on ...

http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/

Happy Reading,

Love R x