It's that time again time for the 18 & Over Book Blogger Giveaway Hop. I have a very special excerpt to share with you from the queen of naughty erotica, Eve Langlais, just to spice things up a bit. You MUST be 18 & over to read the following and enter the giveaway. Here is Eve's sexy excerpt from her book Last Minion Standing:
Dressed
to kill, literally, with knives strapped to my thighs under my miniskirt and
needles in my upswept hair, I went dancing. I would have taken Jezzie along, because
I never could stay mad at my best friend for long, but she claimed she needed
to work on the next day’s competition. I briefly thought of helping her, but
honestly, if I didn’t blow off some steam I’d probably snap, and not in a good
way.
I
ended up returning to the club of the previous night where I’d met Drake for
the first time. I’d never gotten to check the inside out what with all the
distractions going on, so I found myself curious.
The
lineup outside didn’t daunt me, my super wet lip gloss and the twenty I slipped
the bouncer ensured my prompt entry into the thumping building. The DJ
apparently enjoyed a deep beat, because I could feel the bass, like a
heartbeat, vibrating throughout my body.
I
gyrated my way onto the dance floor. I closed my eyes and let myself go to the
wild rhythm. As usual when I became one with the music, I attracted attention.
Bodies, both male and female, brushed against me. I didn’t bother looking, it
was the same everywhere I went. Even with my power turned off, as soon as my
hips got going, humans just couldn’t resist me.
I
don’t know how long I swayed and gyrated, but I suddenly noticed the mortals
brushing against me moving away and I could have sworn I heard a thump and a
grunt as the guy dirty dancing against my ass abruptly disappeared. A new body
took his place and moved in time with me, one which sent a familiar tingle
through my body.
Instant
heat flooded me. Drake. I’d
subconsciously hoped to run into him. His hands came to rest on my waist, big
hands which burned my bared skin. His groin, flush with my ass, thrust and
rubbed against me in a decadent dance. I leaned back into him, lifting my arms
to drape around his neck. This gave him access to my neck and he took
advantage, his lips blazing a trail which sent an electric jolt right to my pussy.
I
didn’t want the song to end, my desire flaming higher and higher as we moved in
time. My sex moistened and quivered in anticipation.
His
lips slid from my neck to the shell of my ear. “Baby, do you know how good you
smell? I want to taste you. Lap your juicy little pussy until you cum in my
mouth.”
Oh,
fuck. I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. I turned around and plastered
myself to his front. Ignoring the tempo of the music and the crowd around us,
he slowed our dance even as my pulse raced faster.
I
threaded my fingers into his silky hair and tugged him down to trace the lobe
of his ear. I whispered. “After you lick me, I want you to fuck me, hard.”
I
didn’t so much hear his groan as felt it, his whole body shuddering in reaction
to my words. His firm hands slid from my waist to my full bottom and he cupped
my cheeks, molding me firmly against him. And I mean firmly. His erection
pressed, molten and hard, against me even through the fabric which restrained
it. My pussy answered its call by soaking even further. If this kept up, I’d
have a puddle under my feet.
Deciding
we needed a little more privacy, because cops frowned on public fucking--the
prudes--I slipped out of his grasp. I gave him a come hither glance, one he
quickly understood, and tugged him by the hand. Instead of following, he took
the lead, his broad presence ahead of me making the club patrons scatter. I
enjoyed the novelty of not having to push and shove my way out, just another
reason a minion would be useful, especially a hot one like Drake who I could
think of so many uses for.
We
emerged into the cooler night air and instead of being pulled along, I found
myself tucked into Drake’s side, his warm, heavy arm draped around me pressing
me tight against his side.
“Where
are you taking me?” I queried.
“Close
by,” he growled.
He
wasn’t kidding, we’d only gone a block, when he pulled me into a dark alleyway
and pressed me up against the brick siding of a building. Scorching lips found
mine in a passionate kiss which shot tingles from the top of my head right down
to my toes. I opened my mouth and his hot tongue teased mine, the wet, sensual
touch making my pussy tremble pleasurably.
His
hands caressed the bare skin of my waist, and I silently willed them to move
lower. Like a mind reader, he skimmed lower, and tugged up the loose fabric of
my mini skirt. Having worn a G-string, his hands immediately made contact with
the skin on my full ass and he groaned against my mouth.
“You
are so fucking hot.”
I
loved it when a guy talked dirty to me, but right now I wanted action. “Shut up
and touch me.”
With
a chuckle against my mouth, his hands got busy. One slid between my thighs and
rubbed against the wet crotch of my panties. I dug my fingers into his
shoulders. I needed to because my legs had turned to mush.
Drake
continued to stroke me through the fabric of my undies and I mewled and
squirmed, so hot and horny I knew it wouldn’t take much to send me over the
edge.
“Tell
me what you want?” he growled in my ear before biting the lobe.
I
didn’t reply, just slid a hand between our bodies and squeezed his hard
package. His rumbling groan accompanied his hips thrusting into my cupping
hand.
“Fuck
me,” I whispered.
At
my words, I felt his hands on either side of my hips and a tearing sound
followed by fresh night air on my lower lips which signaled the demise of my
panties. Offending material disposed of, his hands came back to cup my bottom
and he lifted me, pressing my soaking core against his still hidden cock. The
rough material of his jeans as he rubbed me against him made me throw my head
back and moan loudly.
Even
lost in the throes of passion, I couldn’t miss the distinctive smell of
brimstone.
“Demon!”
I hissed. Drake immediately set me down, my skirt fluttering down to cover my
bare crotch. I opened my eyes to scan the alley. I would have seen a lot more
if Drake hadn’t placed himself protectively in front of me. Totally macho, so
totally hot. But I was a modern girl who didn’t need saving from a man, and
besides I really wanted to kill whomever had interrupted what was shaping up to
be my greatest orgasm ever.
For this giveaway hop I'm going to be giving away a brand new paperback copy of "Lair of the Lion" by Christine Feehan.
Goodreads Blurb:
Impoverished aristocrat
Isabella Vernaducci will defy death itself to rescue her imprisoned
brother. She'll even brave the haunted, accursed lair of the lion--the
menacing palazzo of legendary, lethal Don Nicolai DeMarco. Rumor says
the powerful don can command the heavens, that the beasts below do his
bidding...and that he is doomed to destroy the woman he takes as his
wife. But Isabella meets a man whose growl is velvet, purring heat,
whose eyes hold dark, all-consuming desire. And when the don commands
her to become his bride, she goes willingly into his muscled arms,
praying she'll save his tortured soul...not sacrifice her life.
Historical Romance Book Club Selection.
Giveaway Rules:
1. This giveaway is US only due to shipping costs.
2. Giveaway is open from March 22nd at midnight until March 25th at 11:59.
3. All you have to do is fill out the Rafflecopter below. Its not required that you follow my blog but it is appreciated. You do not have to do all the entries on the Rafflecopter none of them are mandatory. You just need to do one to be entered.
An amazing story! Definitely a keeper.
A must read. A good page turner.
A enjoyable read. An average book.
A book that has flaws and is hard to finish.
Terrible and couldn't finish it.
