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This month I'm happy to welcome my friend Louisa Bacio to the Big Backlist Weekend. Louisa is almost ready to celebrate her book anniversary. Congratulations! But i'll let her tell you. Read on and then keep going to see the book i'm offering this month.Please note, both excerpts are rated R! We have to kick off summer with something hot!
From Louisa --
It’s almost time for my book anniversary! What better way to celebrate than to share a bit of my first literary baby, Sex University: Physical Education. The erotic thriller came out in June 2010, and features light BDSM and romantic couplings-a-plenty.
Thanks so much to Tara Lain for inviting me to this Big Backlist Weekend. Leave a comment with a valid email address, and the winner will get their choice of one of my backlist books!
Tired of boring sex and wanting to expand her pleasure, 24-year-old Amanda “Mandi” Wilkinson enrolls in summer school at San Francisco Sex University, an exclusive sex school located in the heart of San Francisco. What Mandi doesn’t realize is that not all of the mysterious dropouts are simply flunking sex-ed.
Reed McAllister came to Sex U. for reasons all his own. Undercover, he’s searching for a woman, the right woman, and so far he doesn’t have any leads. Reed never saw himself working at a place such as SFSU, let alone instructing, but he had to admit it - the job did come with its perks. When Mandi turns up on the missing list, will Reed be able to save her and give her the lessons she so desires?
A bell disrupted her thoughts. It was time. Amanda opened the door, ready to take on whatever came next, and found herself in a room full of other people.
Correction: other naked people.
Men and women burst out of the rooms like horses at a race, only to find themselves reined in. A petite blonde girl stood next to her, looking even more timid than Amanda felt. A tall, dark-haired man with stark almond-colored skin could be seen towering above the others on the other side of the room. A small Asian woman turned in circles, as if searching for a familiar face. And then the whistle shrilled. The sea of bare butts parted to reveal a mammoth woman with striking red hair; beside her stood another man who looked to be Blaine’s twin.
“All right everybody, that’s enough. You’ll have plenty of time to gawk at each other,” she said. “It’s time to get the first lesson started. I am Lucille, the headmistress of San Francisco Sex University, and what I say, you do.
“Now, everyone get into formation. Ten lines of five. Right now. On the double.” Amanda fell into line. The pale blonde woman stepped in front of her. As easily as elementary school children, they lined up equally spaced apart, shoulders back, chests out and faces forward. Amanda stole a glance to her right, and then to her left. Some men could obviously not hide their excitement, and a particular dark-skinned man to the left of her looked to have something to be excited about. Others were clearly intimidated by the situation and were not rising to the occasion.
The last guy in the line to the right of her seemed to be crowding the guy in front of him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. There were six in that row. Try as he might, he couldn’t line up.
“You there,” the Lucy Amazon said, getting down off her box. “Can’t you count? Do you plan on flunking out on your first day? In your first hour?”
The woman strutted down the aisle, all the more noticeable in her clothes. It wasn’t merely the fact that she was wearing something alluring; it was the fact that she was wearing something in this room filled with stripped-down bodies. Black four-inch thigh-high boots made her even taller. As she walked purposefully through the ranks, the floor vibrated with the pulse of her every step. Amanda caught a glimmer of musky vanilla perfume as the woman passed her. Everything about Headmistress Lucy commanded attention. Amanda felt drawn to the woman’s obvious strength and power.
Before she saw it, Amanda heard the smack of leather hitting bare flesh. The man yelped in surprise.
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Joyfully Reviewed says about PHYSICAL EDUCATION: “The suspense was a perfect undertow to the playful eroticism.” http://tinyurl.com/38vpcdd
Fun! I think i could get a lot more excited about Phys Ed after that! Thank you, Louisa.
My book this month is Deceptive Attraction. This is the favorite book of some of my readers. Reviewer Buffy Kennedy gave this book one of only 2 5 star reviews she's ever given. If you read The Scientist and the Supermodel you know Caleb, Jake's brother, and soccer star Caleb is the main character of Deceptive Attraction. The book is a MMF menage and while not full-on romantic suspense, it has some of those overtones. Since Louisa gave a a hot excerpt, i will too!
Caleb Martin faces a life crisis -- and he’s pretty embarrassed about it. A talented soccer star, he has the chance to sign a lucrative five year contract and be rich and famous. Two problems -- Cal is gay and signing the contract means he has to stay in the closet, maybe for life. Plus, he’ll have to spend his years diving for soccer balls when he’d like to be helping people like the rest of his family. A one-night stand with a beautiful man rocks Cal, but the guy vanishes only to reappear where Cal is house-sitting. Too much coincidence? And then a cute tomboy throws Cal’s life choices into confusion. How could he wind up with a commitmentphobe and a woman dedicated to her work in Africa? Oh yeah, and then there’s a big surprise in a snowstorm. Cosmic joker strikes again.
Cal ran for the motel lobby. As he opened the door, he glanced down. Shoot. He pulled his coat closed over his hard-on. The owner remembered him and wanted to chat about soccer. Cal didn’t want to be rude. The guy was so nice. Cal answered a few questions and then hurried back to the parking lot. Eli leaned against his bike, long legs stretched out, those amazing curls falling in front of his face. Man, what a picture. As Cal approached, the pretty boy looked up and smiled. Wow. Cal stopped short and stared.
“C’mon, I’m dying here.”
Cal covered the space between them in a few long strides, grabbed the smaller man, and pulled him off his feet. Yeah. He got just the reaction he wanted. Eli wrapped those lean thighs around Cal’s hungry body. He reached between them and moved his coat aside. Dream-come-true time. Eli’s hard rod pressed tight against his. Oh God, oh God. Eli wrapped his arms tight around Cal’s neck and pumped his body so their erections rubbed like fire sticks. Heat seared through Cal. Coming in his jeans like a teenager would be damned embarrassing. “Jesus.”
“Walk, or I’m going to fuck you here.”
What? Who was fucking? Hell, who cared as long as it was somebody. He could barely breathe, much less walk. Holding his precious burden tight, he half humped, half stumbled to the designated room on the lower floor. As he tried to maneuver the key card from his pocket, Eli leaned in and licked his neck. Holy crap. He fell against the wall. Had to stay on his feet somehow. With one hand, he pushed open the door and lurched inside, flipping on the light.
Just your regular motel room. Bright orange and brown bedspread on a queen-size bed. That was the part Cal cared about. He kicked the door closed, pulled the curtains shut with one hand, and struggled with his beautiful burden to the bed, where he dumped Eli on his back. Jesus, what a sight. Black leather jacket and baby-doll curls. Cal crashed straight down on top of him. God, it was great fucking men. The guy was smaller than Cal but strong as hell. Cal knew his 210 pounds wouldn’t crush him. He closed his mouth over those pouty pink lips.
Eli’s tongue instantly pressed into Cal’s mouth, caressing his tongue top and bottom. He kissed like he wanted to suck Cal’s soul through his mouth. The guy’s busy hands pulled at Cal’s big peacoat and shoved it off his shoulders. Still kissing, Cal completed the job. Crap, he had to get Eli’s clothes off. He pulled at Eli’s jacket, but some law of physics was clearly fighting him. Two-ten on top did not an easy exit make. Eli pulled back from the kiss. “Not much chance of getting my clothes off this way. What say we both strip and watch? Sound good?”
Sounded perfect. Cal sat up on the edge of the bed and toed off his shoes. Eli sprang up to standing. Cal started to pull off his shirt and froze. Wow. Eli’s jacket was off, and now he was pulling the blue T-shirt over his head. Inch by inch, a lean, hard chest as smooth as a baby’s butt came into view. Cal’s mouth watered. He wanted to lick him all over.
As the curly head emerged, Eli cocked his head. “Your turn.”
Cal just stared. The guy was beautiful, but there was something else. Like he had more life in him than other people.
“C’mon, baby. Let me see.”
Had to get his clothes off. He pulled his long-sleeved sweater over his head, hurrying so he didn’t have to stop looking at Eli for more than a second.
Eli’s lips pursed in a silent ooooh. Shit, Cal would kill for that reaction. “You next.”
Eli leaned over and started pulling off his motorcycle boots. The contrast between the tough boots and the girlie man made Cal smile. He whispered through a dry mouth, “I want more.”
Eli kicked the second boot off and looked up. “Do you?” He put his hands on his belt. “Want some of this?”
“Oh yeah.”
Eli stood up beside the bed. With agonizing slowness, the man unfastened the belt and began to unbutton the fly of his jeans. OMG, no fabric underneath. Commando. Jeeeezus. Soft, curling, golden hair showed behind the fly as he began to lower the jeans. Whoa. He was torn. He didn’t want to miss an inch of that beautifully taut body, but his eyes were riveted to the gap in the denim. At last, the prize. A long pink cock, thicker than Cal would have guessed on the slender man, popped from the jeans and slapped against the hard belly. He moaned. Mouthwatering. Nothing girlie about the dick.
Still staring at that gem of a cock, Cal stood, unfastened his jeans, and pulled, dragging his boxer briefs down at the same time. Not as burlesque as Eli had been, but he got the job done. He knew his cock could be intimidating but figured Eli was not going to run.
A soft laugh made him look from Eli’s cock to his face. The man gazed at Cal’s crotch. “Well, that’s certainly more than a mouthful. Good thing I have a really long tongue.” He stuck it out for a second, then began to walk toward Cal, penis bobbing. “Let’s put it to work, shall we?”
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