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  Warning: This book contains creative sex and a sinfully hot ménage a trois. It may cause heart palpitations, S.O.S. calls to your better half, and all kinds of 911 emergencies. Keeping the A/C on at all times is highly recommended while reading!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Color My Heart:

  Ignoring the conversation around him, Billy watched Hannah as she laughed over something Lance said. He could hear her rich, throaty laugh all the way across the patio and he suspected she’d intended it that way. He sat on one of the foldout chairs across the lawn, his drink untouched over his knee, a hand curled around it.

  Every time Lance brushed her arm or bent to touch her waist, Hannah kept stealing glances his way—as if to check if he was watching.

  Hell yeah, Billy was watching.

  And for a moment he felt like sending his chair flying high into the air—in Lance’s direction.

  Hannah had asked him to act normal at the party, friendly, so Billy had stayed away. He’d figured he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, so distance had seemed the wiser choice. And here he was, sitting like a trained little dog waiting for a sign to go fetch.

  The thought made him grunt.

  Her obsession about people not knowing about them bordered on the insane. And now, hell, now she was coming on to Lance. Right in front of Billy. Evoking a million spirals of emotions inside him, none of them welcome. Much less pleasant.

  Billy wasn’t stupid.

  He knew she’d been hurt.

  He knew she was trying to get over some heartless bastard and move on with her life.

  He could see the anger that lingered inside her in each of her paintings, but he could also see, feel, her passion.

  What they had between them wasn’t normal. It was sizzling hot chemistry and more. Her reluctance to embrace it, to admit that what they had was the kind of thing a million people waited a lifetime for, was driving Billy crazy.

  He couldn’t quite make out the way she made him feel, but he’d never felt this way before. He ached to hold her, protect her, make love to her—not just fuck her. He’d had her so many times he’d lost count. And yet each time he did, he wanted more. All of her, all the time.

  At work, Billy usually found himself daydreaming about her, anxious for the clock to move the little hand to the six, the large hand to the twelve, so he could get off and finally get to see her.

  But Hannah was so guarded, spoke so little about herself. Maybe at one point in his life, more than one woman had annoyed the hell out of Billy by going on and on about what she needed, how everyone including her parents had failed to give it to her, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But where Hannah was concerned, Billy wanted—no, craved with every fiber in his being—to know more.

  He wanted to know whose pictures had occupied the empty photo frames in her living room. He wanted to know who’d inspired her to paint that blinding, violent masterpiece he’d seen yesterday. He wanted to know why she’d let Billy inside her body, but not her mind, her heart.

  He wanted to know her, damn it!

  This arrangement sucked.

  “This is just sex, occasional, no-strings, and certainly no involvement beyond,” she’d said that second time they’d “bumped into each other”.

  “That’s fine by me,” Billy had said. And it had been fine—for like five days. Now it wasn’t fine. Nope. It was not fine at all.

  And the message Hannah was getting across wasn’t very heartening. She was flirting with Lance, leaning close to him, whispering into his ear, right in Billy’s line of vision. And as much as Billy hated watching her, his cock felt like a baseball bat. His balls were heavy, an aching pain inside his underwear.

  He narrowed his eyes, bile rising up his throat. She was trying to drive him away. Trying to show him they didn’t mean anything. He didn’t mean anything. Of course.

  Clenching his jaw together, he rose to his feet and set his drink down on the chair seat. Damned if he was going to sit here all evening watching her. Damned if she thought she could drive him away. And damned if she wasn’t asking for it.

  He wound his way across the lawn, ignoring a string of salutes and inquisitive gazes as he headed for her.

  Now Lance chuckled over something she said and Billy seized the moment to draw up behind her. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he murmured into her ear, cupping her hips and letting her feel his erection—the erection she had given him. “You’re trying to make me jealous, drive me away, aren’t you?”

  She’d gone stiff. Mute.

  Well, good. Because he wasn’t through talking.

  He grazed her earlobe, his voice but a whisper. “Guess what, Hannah? I am so hot for you I’m near bursting. Even if you go on and fuck him, I’m still not going anywhere.” He pressed a wet kiss to her ear, his lips lingering against the delicate shell of her earlobe. “I’m in for the long haul.”

  “Billy, please, not here.”

  He barely heard the words; she spoke so low.

  “Not here? Are you afraid of a show, Hannah? You’re doing fine all by yourself—you’re so hot you’d come now if I touched you, wouldn’t you? It excites you…my watching you.”

  “Yes.”

  A shudder coursed through Billy at that breathy word, lust tightening his muscles. “Ask him up to your room.”

  “No, I—”

  “Look at the front of his pants, sweetheart. He’s hard for you. You’ve been working him all night. I’ll bet if I stick my hand under your dress right now, you’d be wet as a seal. You want to fuck him. You want to see if he can make you feel what I do, don’t you? You want to try someone else, see if he does anything for you?”

  “Yes, yes, all right, I do!”

  In this heat wave, anything and everything goes.

  Heat of the Moment

  © 2008 Elle Kennedy

  A Red-Hot Summer story.

  Shelby Harper has lusted over Navy SEAL John Garrett for over a year, but no matter how many sexy signals she sends out, the man shows a complete lack of interest in getting naked. Then she overhears Garrett talking to his SEAL teammate—a discussion in which they conclude she’s vanilla. Stung, Shelby sets out to show them exactly how un-vanilla she is.

  Garrett can’t believe it when sweet, sexy Shelby suggests a wild and sweaty ménage. He’s been trying to figure out how to ask her out without coming off as a guy who only wants to get in her pants—her friendship is too valuable to him to risk it. But if a crazy, heat-wave three-way is what Shelby wants, then he’s ready and willing to give it to her.

  Once she gets it out of her system, however…well, then he’ll let her know he wants her all to himself.

  Warning: This title contains two dangerously hot Navy SEALS and a heroine determined to get it on with both of them. Be prepared to take a cold shower (or maybe two) after reading this heat-wave ménage.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Heat of the Moment:

  Carson’s soft whistle broke through the silence. “Jesus, Shelby,” he hissed out. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  Heat spilled over her cheeks. Both men were completely dressed, and there she was, standing in front of them without a stitch of clothing so they could openly admire her. And under their scrutiny, her nipples tightened, her breasts grew heavy and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs. Maybe it made her the slut of the century, but she couldn’t wait to get started.

  Evidently Garrett felt the same urgency, because before she could blink he had stepped toward her and was pulling her naked body to his clothed one. She stared at his mouth, knowing her excitement was written all over her face. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  He quickly complied, pressing his lips to hers. His mouth was hot, firm, insistent. Oh yes. Carson had kissed her like he had all the time in the world, his mouth lazy, but Garrett was more intense. His kisses were rough and hungry and passionate, as if he wanted to devour her. Well, she wanted to devour him too. So she did, sucking hard on his tongue and shamelessly
rubbing against his lower body.

  Breathing hard, she tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Underneath the shirt, his chest was all muscle, a wide expanse of hard ripples and smooth golden skin, with a dusting of light brown hair leading to the waistband of his cargo pants.

  Her mouth went dry, her hand unsteady as she reached out and touched that incredible chest. She brushed her finger over one of his flat, brown nipples, eliciting a ragged sigh from his throat.

  She was trying to decide if she was bold enough to lower her head and suck on his nipple when she felt a warm pair of hands stroking her bare back. She nearly jumped, then realized it was Carson, obviously eager to join in the fun.

  Oh God, this was surreal. Her naked body sandwiched between these two big men, Carson’s hands squeezing her ass, Garrett dipping his head and kissing her again. Shivers of arousal danced up and down her spine, and a resulting moan slid out of her mouth.

  Garrett chuckled softly, then planted his hands on her waist and turned her around, pressing his groin into her ass as Carson filled her mouth with his tongue.

  She could feel Garrett’s erection nestled between her ass cheeks, and when Carson pulled her closer and parted her knees with one hard thigh she could feel the ridge of his arousal too. She sighed, pushing her ass against Garrett and reaching down to rub Carson through his khakis.

  “Take your pants off,” she murmured.

  She was addressing both of them, but Carson was the only one to reply. He offered her a lopsided grin and muttered, “Do it for me.”

  She found herself glancing over at Garrett, who simply glanced back, his dark eyes flickering with raw heat. “Don’t keep the man waiting,” he said with a faint smile.

  Drawing in a slow breath, she tugged at Carson’s zipper. It lowered with a metallic hiss.

  Shelby hesitated, unsure of what to do next. This was all so new to her, the entire experience seeming more like a figment of her dirty imagination than a real-time occurrence.

  “Help me out here,” she said with a nervous laugh. “What comes next?”

  Carson’s blue eyes twinkled. “I do.” He took her hand and guided it inside his pants. She took another breath, gathering every ounce of naughty courage she possessed, and finally wrapped her fingers over his cock and started stroking him.

  He groaned, and she saw him fumble with his waistband, attempting to push his pants down. “Help me out here,” he mimicked, his features taut with unrestrained lust.

  Sinking to her knees, she pulled down his khakis and boxers, wondering if the blood drumming in her ears was a result of the tequila she’d drunk downstairs or the hard cock that sprang up against her face. God, he was big.

  She circled his tip with her index finger and he shuddered. “Shit, that’s nice,” he said hoarsely.

  She shifted her head and saw that Garrett was now leaning against the arm of her old patterned sofa. He was still clothed, still watching her with those sexy dark eyes.

  She squeezed Carson’s shaft, then met Garrett’s gaze at the same time she took his friend’s cock into her mouth.

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  Mallery Malone, Lady Sings the Blues

 

 

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