Welcome to the party! Today marks the 4th Anniversary of the first post on Nights of Passion. Wow! Time sure flies. So, pull up a chair and join in the fun as we celebrate. Today we have six authors sharing with you romantic scenes from their novels. In addition to that these authors have agreed to give away a free copy of their book. However, in order to qualify to win you have to leave a comment wishing Nights of Passion a Happy Birthday. Get ready dear readers, here we go.
First up is an excerpt from Unsafe Haven by Char Chaffin.
“Like what?” But she already knew.
“Like the way you shiver when I do this.” He brushed his tongue over her ear. “The way you tremble when I do this.” He traced the curve of her spine and gripped her low, pressed her against his heat and hardness. His voice dropped to a thick purr. “The way you melt . . .” His lips covered hers in a deep, penetrating kiss.
Helpless, overwhelmed, she kissed him back. Her hands fisted in his hair, using it as an anchor in a dark, whirling world where nothing mattered except the heavy press of his body on hers. Their lips met and clung, broke apart, clung again. He scattered nipping kisses over her cheeks, her chin, and down the sensitive cord of her neck. She caught his ear and bit it, hard. His heart pounded against hers.
Too fast, too fast. He slipped urgent fingers along her ribs, under her breasts, and gently cupped them. Her body shook, one long, quivering shudder.
Not fast enough.
Next up is an excerpt from our very own Marian Lanouette sharing a scene from her newest release “Burn in Hell”
“Oh no you don’t. He’ll break your heart. You don’t want a relationship until you date him. Then wham…he’s got a hold on your heart and then he walks away. Oh, but what a ride.” Dina grinned like the devil.
Kyra couldn’t help but laugh. It felt good after the day she had. “I wouldn’t mind the ride.” They both turned back to the bar, laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Jake asked, amused when both women jumped.
“I…I didn’t see you there, Jake.” Dina leaned into him, kissing his cheek.
“Hi, Dina. What’s new?”
“Same old thing.” He stood there, looking between Dina and her friend. Years of reading people and situations told him they’d been speaking about him.
“Um, Jake, this is my boss, Kyra.”
“Hi, Kyra.” He held out his hand, she took it. Nice, firm handshake, he thought.
He normally didn’t go for redheads, but this one…Yeah, he’d have to give her a try. Realizing he’d held her hand just a little too long, he dropped it.
Shall we hear from another Soul Mate Publishing author? Why not. Here is an excerpt from Angela Scavonea’s new release, “Love by the Book”
“What’s all this?” he asked, and I told him that the children were at my parents and we were going to have a romantic evening. He was completely onboard. We sat on the blanket on the floor, in front of the fire, drinking wine and talking about our day. It was very nice and very romantic, with the fire and all the candles going. I told him the lasagna was in the oven and that it would be ready whenever we were hungry. He said he was starving, so I jumped up to go get the plates of lasagna and salad and I knocked the red wine all over the blanket. He jumped up to use some napkins to clean it up, and he slipped on the blanket and fell on his back. I grabbed at the napkins in his hand to wipe up the red wine before it leaked into the carpet. When the red wine was cleaned up, I went to the kitchen and brought out the lasagna and salad. We sat on the, now wet, blanket in front of the fire and ate dinner. We fed each other and drank wine together; really, we just enjoyed each other’s company.
After dinner, we were sitting there, gazing at the fire, and I was leaning against him and he had his arms around me. It was wonderful.
Suddenly he said, “Honey, I can’t take this heat anymore. Can we please douse the fire?”
“Oh, but it’s so beautiful,” I said, a little sad, and then I turned and looked at him.
He was seriously sweating. I mean pouring down his face, shirt soaked kind of sweating.
“Oh my God! Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
“No, I’m super hot. I understand this is really beautiful and really nice, but Jen it’s ninety-five degrees outside and almost one hundred and twenty degrees in here. Can we please lose the fire?”
Jack then got up and put his hand out for me to grab to help me up. His hand was so sweaty that when I put my full weight on him to stand, my hand slipped out of his, and I fell forward, toward the coffee table. As you know, the coffee table is a perfect 48-inch by 48-inch square. Well, I had put about ten candles on the coffee table to ‘enhance the mood.’ When I fell, I hit about five of them, and they knocked into the other five. All ten candles hit the floor in different spots. We both dove to grab them all before the carpet caught fire and the house burned down. I dove to the right side of the table, and he went to the left. I blew out all the candles before I picked them up, and he put them out with his hand and threw them back on the table. When we had them all out and back on the table, we stared at the carpet, our newly-installed white carpet, and the ten little burn marks where all the candles had hit the floor.
“Oh, well,” Jack said with a hint of a smile around his lips. “The kids were going to ruin it anyway.” We both burst out laughing.
We doused the fire, the one in the fireplace, and then went to do the dishes in the kitchen. Jack and I cleaned up the kitchen together, which isn’t part of the scene in The Millionaire’s Mistress, but someone needed to clean it. We then went back to the living room and sat on the couch, this time with only one candle burning. We sat there talking about what we were going to do this weekend—by the way, Mom, Jack is totally good for swimming and BBQ tonight—and what was happening at his work. We sat in silence for a little while, my head on Jack’s shoulder, enjoying each other’s company. I kept thinking this was it, this is when The Millionaire’s Mistressscene is going to start. This was going to put Tuesday nights to shame. I raised my head up to give him a steamy kiss, to basically let him know ‘it was on,’ and he was asleep. Yes, you read that correctly. He was sleeping. S.l.e.e.p.i.n.g.
I smacked him on the top of the head.
“What did you do that for?” He woke up with a shocked expression on his face.
“Why are you sleeping?” I was on my feet by this point.
“Because I just worked a sixty-hour work week, and I’m exhausted. It’s after eleven. Do you know that?”
“Yes, I know that! I thought we were having a nice night, and we were going to make mad, passionate love, all night long, right here in the living room!”
Do you know what he said to me? Can you guys believe what he said to me? He looked up at me, all confused, and said, “But it’s not Tuesday.”
Pretty fun stuff, huh? Well, don’t go away now because here we have an excerpt from Leia Shaw’s newest release, “The Dom with a Safeword”. Oh – that sounds hot … let’s take a peek.
Right. Girl Kiss, take two.
This time she started out gentle, pressing in and taking little holds of Q’s lips with hers. But the stunned quietness radiating from Q made her pause. Not good. She remembered how the heroes did it in movies and books. No point in going at this half-assed. So she used her weight and crushed her lips harder onto Q’s, then shoved her tongue in and out, turning her head for a better angle.
A hand slapped against her ass. Q pulled back, panting. “Not so rough!”
Sabrina sat back, a little dazed, staring at Q’s red freshly kissed lips. “Sorry. I copied the books you gave me. I was plundering.”
Q chuckled. “Be gentle, little girl. I’m not a conquest.” She reached up and pecked her lips then smiled. “You already won me.”
Now, I’m sharing a little sneek peek of my upcoming release, “According to Legend.”
“I have a gift for you,” he said as he produced a small pouch from his belt. Opening it, he reached inside and drew out a leather strap with an amulet attached to it. The amulet was a flat stone with the likeness of a wolf and a deer carved into it.
“This is the symbol of your Manitous, your spirit guide, the doe, together with mine and the symbol of our tribe, the wolf,” he said as he fastened it around my neck. “It’s magic will give you spiritual guidance in time of trouble and remind you that I am always with you.”
“Thank you, Moheeladeck. It’s beautiful. I love it and will treasure it always.” My heart skipped a beat as this small gift touched me in a way I could not explain. I smiled, knowing that this man would give me the world if he were able.
And now, let us hear from the founder of Nights of Passion, Susan Hanniford Crowley who is sharing a scene from “The Stormy Love Life o Laura Cordelias”
David, I wish you would dance with me.
He heard her and cut in. She immediately rested her head against him as they danced, and he felt something he had never known.
When Laura raised her face to look at him, their lips came together. Their fangs knocked against each other. She laughed nervously.
“With practice, we’ll get that right.”
He tilted her head slightly and moved in for a long kiss. Something inside of him cried out, this was the woman he could love for eternity, this was his one.
After dancing the hours away, lost in each other’s embrace, they left for home. When David arrived at his apartment, he handed her the keys. “I’m giving you my apartment. Tomorrow I’ll make sure, you’re set up financially.”
Laura shook her head. “You don’t have to give me your apartment. Where will you stay?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter. With friends. Out at the cemetery.” Then he left. David laughed as he walked down the street, realizing how ridiculous he was to give away his place, not a small gift in Manhattan .
Then she mind talked again. David, come back.
He returned and knocked on the door.
She opened it immediately.
“You don’t do that in New York City . Did you even look through the peephole?”
“No. I knew it was you.” Then she took his hand. “I’m afraid to be here by myself. Can’t you just stay?”
“Okay. You take the bedroom and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Laura went into the bedroom to get him a pillow and blankets. Then she came out with a sad expression on her face. “Um, David, there’s only a coffin in there.”
“I can’t sleep in a box.”
“Okay. I’ll take the coffin, and you take the sofa.”
She sat down next to him on the sofa looking all adorable wearing only his white pin-stripe shirt with her pink panties. “Maybe we could both sleep on the sofa?”
“I guess. You stretch out here, and I’ll be your blanket.” As soon as he was in position, he knew that this would lead to something.
Then he heard her soft voice in his head. I want you, David. I want you so much.
His eyes snapped opened. “Laura, do you realize you’re mind talking?”
“What’s mind talking?”
“We have a blood connection because I’m your sire. You think things to me or about me and I hear them.”
“Oh.” Her sweet face went from surprise to a shy smile, when she realized what he heard. “Well?”
“Are you sure?” He caressed her face, as he whispered. A strand of blonde hair had settled on her mouth. He moved it, his fingers lingering there, tracing her lips.
“I’m very sure.”
“You haven’t known me very long.” The lower part of his body pressed against hers. He was getting harder by the second.
“It’s a funny thing.” She paused, one hand resting on her breast. “When you’re near me, my heart feels full. It never felt that way when I was mortal.” Laura tangled her hands in his hair. “I feel like I have always known you. I’ve missed you forever.”
He smiled. It was such odd thing to say, but it felt true. “I’ve loved you forever.” He didn’t know how she’d take that admission. How could you love someone you hadn’t met yet? But in the darkness of his life, he had loved the thought of her, the hope of her, and the dream of her. Her expression was so enigmatic. Then she smiled and pulled him down to her face. They kissed tenderly at first. Then each breathless caress of the lips became frantic and hungry. He pressed his mouth against hers and his tongue invaded. She moaned. Her hands moved down to his shoulders. He ripped the buttons off the shirt, and his tongue lavished one breast and then the other. Tiny pants shuddered throughout her body. He kissed her stomach and she giggled. He did it again. She giggled like it hurt. David couldn’t help but add his tongue.
“No.” Laura pulled his hair. “You’re breaking the mood.”
He tickled her again, and she giggled. But her eyes smoldered begging him to continue. Please. He loved hearing her voice in his head.
Pulling off her panties, he flung them to who knows where. She gasped, as his head disappeared between her legs. Each sweet taste of her led to another. Laura cried and whimpered. Please, I need you.