#MWTease from The Bear Project #NaNoWriMo #bearshifter

I'm revisiting my NaNo piece today, in celebration of the fact that I finished it last week, and it's now in the capable hands of my beta to pull it apart. All being well, I hope to have it subbed by the end of the week.

*crosses fingers*

So here is one last tease from this manuscript. It's unedited and definitely HAWT!

In this little snippet a pregnant Emmi is just a tad desperate for Cole to stop being so restrained...

Emmi ran her hands up and down his torso in slow circles that branded his skin. She twirled her fingers through his chest hair and followed the trail to his waistband.

His hips surged upwards when she dug her hand underneath it and touched the head of his cock.

"If you're not going to fuck me, I'll just have to fuck you instead, won't I."

She smiled at him like the cat that got the cream, when she popped the button and slid his zip down.

Cole hissed through his teeth at the sweet torture and he lifted his butt to help her pull the jeans down his thighs. Slick with his pre-cum his cock bounced upwards and almost hit her in the face.

Emmi giggled and grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand and slid her fingernail through his wet slit.

"Jesus, baby." He groaned out loud and his mouth went dry when she raised that finger to her mouth and licked it clean.

"I want this, and I'm just going to take it, big boy." Without any further warning she went down on him and Cole shut his eyes to the multitude of sensations assaulting him. When the head of his cock hit her throat, he swore again and despite his intentions of letting her set the pace, he wrapped his fists in her hair and took control.

Emmi gagged several times before she swallowed and the tight movement around his head sent him over the edge, and he gave his beast free reign. He pulled her off and kicked the rest of his jeans off all the way at the same time. The sight of her saliva coating his dick, and her mouth and chin all wet from their combined fluids made him growl deep in his throat.

"Come here, sugar, and finish what you started. On your knees in front of me now, and show me how much you really want my cock."

Her eyes widened and her breathing hitched, but she scrambled to comply with a speed that left him breathless too.

"And strip. I want you naked, so I can see your tits bounce and your cream coating your thighs while you swallow my cock. I bet you're so wet already your underwear is soaked through."

She nodded and his dominant side reveled in the way she complied. Cole groaned under his breath when she shrugged out of her blouse and when her breast fell free he had to indulge himself. Emmi trembled in need when he weighed each one in his hands. The nipples firmed in their pregnancy darkened areolae, and she whispered his name, when he rubbed his chin over the firm nubs.

"Cole, please…"

"Shhh, sugar, these are mine, to do with as I please, are they not?"

Emmi bit her lip and nodded and he took one nipple between forefinger and thumb and squeezed. A tiny pearl of liquid appeared and Emmi panted her need as she rubbed her thighs together.

Cole bent and licked that drop away and Emmi went limp against his legs, when he suckled in earnest. The tiniest drops of colostrum coated his tongue and he swallowed the sweet tasting nectar greedily, as Emmi writhed under him.

"God, Cole … please… Oh, lord I'm going to … oh… Yes!"

He stepped up his assault, blown away by her responsiveness, and his own needs forgotten for the moment, suckled her into orgasm. Her release when it came, was explosive and loud, and she hung onto his shoulders for dear life. Cole slowed his rhythmic sucking in tune with the trembles rocking her body, and when she exhaled on a loud sigh, he lifted his head to look at her.

"Look at me, sugar."

She followed his growled command immediately and he lost himself in the passion filled depth of her gaze.

"I thought you said you weren't going to fuck me?" she whispered.

Cole grinned and said the words that were on his heart.

"I'm not and I'm not going to. I'm making love to the woman I love."

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Now that I got you all hot and bothered, go visit the other teasers. This is our last MWTease until the new year.

*smiles*

#MWTease from my #NaNoWriMo wip The Bear Project

It's that time of the week again. For my mid week tease this week I thought I'd visit my Nano wip. Originally called Claimed by her Bear, this has morphed into a follow up to The Orgasm Project, as my heroine's work colleague back in London is none other than Maria, who readers will have met in The Orgasm Project.

Yep, I didn't see that coming either, until she announced herself, and in her inimitable fashion she will ensure that Cole and Emmi will get their HEA in this book. The current plan is that Maria will get her story in book three, which will be The Mating Project.

Yep, my muse is on a shifter run it seems.

Anyhoo, onto your tease.

This is the start of the story - enjoy...

"If he keeps you waiting, he's not worth waiting for, sugar."

The deep southern drawl wrapped itself around Emmi and the rest of the crowded bar faded into the background. The man, that sinful voice belonged to, caged her in against the counter, one muscular arm either side of her, until she had to inch forward on her stool to avoid contact. The heat of his body seeped into her back through the thin cotton of her summer dress, and puffs of hot air raised gooseflesh on her skin, when he bent his head and inhaled sharply against her neck.

His scent surrounded her. Earthy, virile, intoxicating, he smelled of tobacco and leather, and that indefinable something that had Emmi's body react as though she was a cat on heat.

What the hell is that about?                                     

"Hmm, delicious." A rumble came from the stranger's chest and trembled through every fiber of Emmi's being. By rights she ought to be outraged by this invasion into her personal space, not fight her body's instincts to lean into this man and take what he offered. Sexual tension hung heavy between them, and Emmi raised the glass of Bourbon she'd been nursing for the last half an hour in a white knuckled grip, and drained the whole lot in one go.

Fire burnt her gullet and she barely heard the man whistle through his teeth.

"Steady there, sugar. That there will put hair on your chest." He chuckled softly and Emmi finally found some of her usual spunk.

"Good, then maybe people like you will leave me alone."

Shit, was that breathy squeak coming out of her mouth really her voice?

"Oh, sugar, you don't want me to leave you alone, now, do you? I've been watching you for the last half hour, as have several others in this establishment. It's clear you don't want to be here, so whoever the jerk is that—"

"There is no jerk, okay." Emmi spun round as far as his close proximity would allow, and swallowed hard. The man looming over her had to be at least six foot five of tightly packed muscled bad boy, packaged into tight, faded denim jeans, and a simple white tee that left nothing to the imagination. Several days' worth of stubble graced a jaw so chiseled it looked as though it could cut glass, and his eyes… Liquid chocolate dipped in the rays of the setting sun, they held her captive and Emmi had to remind herself to keep breathing.

Yet, this wasn't a pretty boy—far from it. This man oozed confidence and sex appeal with muscles clearly honed from hours of hard labor rather than time spent at the gym, and right now all his attention was solely focused on her.

He smiled, showing a set of even white teeth in a startling contrast to the deep tan of his skin. The crinkle lines around his eyes were testament to the fact that he smiled often, and there was devilish glint in his eyes now. He reached out and tugged the hairband out of her hair, as though it was his god given right to touch her and then twirled one long finger around a strand, lifted it to his nose and inhaled again.

"He's just what, sugar?"

Again that sinful smile when she drew a shuddering breath into her lungs and yanked her hair out of his grasp.

"Do you mind? And I have a name. Stop calling me sugar. My name is Emmi. I'm not a damn confectionary, stud."

His eyebrows rose and then he laughed. A full, deep, belly laugh that made several of the other patrons of the bar stop what they were doing and look toward them. Emmi wanted the ground to swallow her up. This was the last thing she needed. More attention drawn to herself. The root of all her troubles stopped rubbing herself against her next conquest, and sauntered over to them, her six inch heels click clacking along the dusty wooden floor.

She put a hand on the man's bicep and his amusement fled in an instant.

"Not like you, Cole, to slum it? She looks a right prissy to me. What'cha think ya'all?"

She pushed her tits out and demanded the attention of seemingly every man in the room.

Emmi bristled inside at that comment. She might not flaunt her wares for all to see, like this heavily made up brunette, but she was certainly not prissy. Then again, compared to the woman who'd had wild monkey sex in the toilets causing Emmi to miss her bus, and get stuck in this little hicky town in the middle of nowhere, perhaps Emmi was more conservative.

Before she could say anything in response though, Cole growled low in his throat. It was a sound not unlike that of a wild animal, and the other woman's eyes widened and she took a step back and away from them.

"Take it easy, there, Cole. Just having a bit of fun, that's all."           

"I'd have thought you'd had enough fun for one day." Emmi said. She was damned if she sat here and be found lacking by the town slut. Not that Emmi knew that's what the sorry excuse for a female was, but there had been an exchange of money in the toilets after said wild sex, so it seemed entirely reasonable to assume that Emmi was looking at the resident whore.

Instead of being annoyed, however, the other woman just laughed.

"Oh, it was you hiding in that cubicle, was it? Did you learn something?" She blew a bubble with the chewing gum she'd been diligently chewing the whole time, blew Cole a kiss and sashayed back to her latest victim.

"Oh, the nerve of that woman." Emmi ground the words out through clenched teeth, irritated beyond belief that Cole was once again grinning down on her.

"What's so damn funny? If she wants to strut her stuff, she could at least take herself off to a room somewhere, instead of giving decent folks a heart attack when they're just…" She couldn't quite bring herself to say pee in front of him, so she just clamped her mouth shut and glared at him.

"So, let me get that straight, sugar." His grin deepened when she groaned at the renewed use of that irritating moniker. "You were in the toilets when Dolly serviced her latest client, and you hid?"

Heat crept into Emmi's cheeks under his amused regard, and she crossed her arms to stop herself from wiping that arrogant smirk off his far too handsome face. There should be a law against men that appealing, finding you in such embarrassing circumstances.

"Well, what else was I to do. It didn't seem polite to interrupt them."

(unedited so forgive any mistakes)

Have I got you intrigued?

*chuckles*

These two will end burning the pages, I tell you!

Do check out the others fabulous authors teasing today.

Winners and #nanowrimo update

Firstly, a big thank you to all of you who hopped on by during the Autumn Harvest Blog. I loved hearing about your Autumn memories, and what the season means to you.

I've chosen my winners with the help of random.org.

Cassandra wins a copy of Masks Of A Tiger

Angels Cove and crystaley73 both win a copy from my back list!

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Now, onto other things, you will note in the side bar, I am running two giveaways on Goodreads. This is in celebration of my birthday, and the small fact that this Friday marks the one year Anniversary of my being published. More about that on Friday, so do hop on by then, because it's release day for Masks Of A Tiger, and I'll be having a bit of a party!!

*big grin*

And last but by no means least, if you follow my ramblings you will know that I'm taking part in NaNoWriMo this month. My project was book three of the Giovanni. Originally I was going to start from scratch, but after re-reading the 25 K I already had of the story, I decided to edit those 25 K, rewriting and adding, as I went along and then kept going. As a result I got back into the story, my fingers flew and I typed those wonderful words The End under 'Too Devious To Tame' in the early hours of Sunday morning.

*squees and jumps about like a loon*

As you may have guessed, I am rather happy about that, because I'd stalled on that story for so long, it is a fabulous feeling to know that it's done. It currently stands at 56 K in all its unedited glory. I'm sure once I've given it a good edit, and my crit partner has got her red pen out, it will be closer to 60 K. I can already see that a few scenes will need expanding and I have the distinct impression that she will tell me off and make me add a sex scene. She does like details and tells me off for cheating!

*snorts*

So, my current Nano Total is 32,811 K after I wrote a Christmas short and added that to my total too. So, I need a new project to hit my Nano Goal.

I know the aim is to write 50 K on one novel, so I am cheating slightly, but hey, they are all new words after all. I am aiming for another 50 K story with my new project, which is called, Unwanted Innocence.

I spent a happy couple of hours putting my pinterest board together for the story, and my new hero has been whispering in my ear ever since, so I need to get off here and start writing.

Wish me luck!

Oh and check the new story out here :-)

Happy Halloween, Release day, Blog Hop winners and NaNoWriMo

Happy Halloween folks.

This is a bit of a jam packed post, so bear with me.

First off, thank you all, who commented on my Howloween post. I have my winners, chosen with the help of random.org.

Congratulations to SJ Thomas and Samantha Veerasamy, who have both won a copy from my back list.

And a little drum roll, please. It's release day! I have just the thing for you for some spooky reading tonight.

Freaky flashes are 13 Sexy Halloween Quickies, guaranteed to raise a flutter or two. Mine may or may not involve a creature of the night.

Available now from Breathless Press.

Of course Halloween means it's the end of October and NaNoWriMo will start tomorrow.

*gulp*

My Nano project this year will be book three of the Giovanni Clan. Between you and me this has proven to a bit of a personal nemesis. You see, Book one, Too Hot To Handle was written during NaNo 2010, and I launched straight into Book two, Too Cold To Love, and then this one, Too Devious To Tame. However, 20 K into this story I ground to a halt. Irrevocably and with a big jarring screech.

I got on with other projects, including the eventual overhaul and polish of the first two books, who have since found a home with Evernight Publishing, and I know lots of you love the Giovanni. Which is wonderful, but, of course, it meant I had to address this stubbornly elusive book three. I have tried several times to pick up the thread. I even started a complete re-write, and yes, you guessed it, I ground to a halt.

Why is that, you may ask? Well, in large part it's due to the way I write. I'm a complete and utter panster, so unless my characters are talking, nothing gets written, and I have had a fair few heroes since then growling at me much more strongly than one broody Italian Vineyard owner. And also, I pretty much know the story, and that may well be my problem. Nothing puts my muse off faster than a plotted story.

I know, I know, it *should* make it easier, but alas, not to my contrary little muse. She can be a right stubborn little moo when it comes to it. So I am giving myself permission to forget all my preconceived notions about where this story ought to be heading, and I will just close my eyes and listen to Giorgio. Because he has been whispering in my ear lately, quietly at first, but he's getting louder. Jemima too is making her opinions known, so come tomorrow I will open up a brand new word doc and just allow the words to flow.

Even if it turns out to be complete nonsense... Can't write a novel when there are no words, but I can rescue one out of what will no doubt be an interesting first draft.

So, wish me luck, folks. I am going to need it!