Is it just me or do you get that urge sometimes when you're
outside, the weather is gorgeous, and you and your honey are in a secluded
spot, to lose your clothes and do the wild thing? I don't know what it is about
being in nature but for some reason, when I'm outside and the conditions are
ideal (and by this I mean not too hot, not too cold, no mosquitoes, only a
light misting of rain, if any), I want
to get down and dirty. Maybe it's all the fresh air, or maybe it's the chance
that we'll get caught being naughty.
Let me tell you about my latest adventure in outdoor nookie.
My honey and I were on a cruise and had a balcony room. (Note to anyone
planning a cruise: Get a balcony room. You won't regret spending the extra
money.)
The moon lit the waves and the scent of the ocean wafted to us on the
warm breeze. I had on a super short skirt and had been teasing him all night.
Honey knelt down, pulled off my panties and tossed them into the room (I
insisted on the tossing, not wanting my expensive under things blow out to
sea.) He bent me over slightly, lifted my skirt and we got busy. For about a
minute and a half. The door of the cabin next to us suddenly opened. There's a
mostly-solid barrier between cabins, but it's slightly see-through and you can
lean around and peer into the next balcony.
Not like most normal people would
do that, if they knew their neighbor was out there. (I would, just for the
record.) Anyway, we might have just kept on going but the guy lit up a
cigarette and that did it for me. We moved our activities inside. Still, it was
fun to start out there under the stars and the crashing waves.
How about you? Do you have an outdoor romance adventure to
share? Thanks for reading!
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About the Book:
A psychic vet, a secretive werewolf, a menace stalking the
shifters. Welcome to Nocturne.
Dylan is a werewolf with a
problem. He shifts at the new moon as well as at the full moon. He was born a
werewolf, not made like most shape-changers and due to these unique traits he's
avoided joining a pack and has given up hope of having a normal life. Morgan is
a veterinarian, ready to be on her own for a good long time after leaving a
cheating, spineless husband. She has a plan for her life that doesn't include a
bossy, furry man.
Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town
filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan
and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for
romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must
combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town.
If they can learn to trust each other and let their guard down, they have a
chance to solve the mystery and open the door to love.
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Excerpt Rated R
Now that they were on stable
ground, Dylan knew he should leave. Morgan was tired and had work to do and the
scent of cat was making him uneasy.
“Let me help you paint. Do you
have an extra brush and roller?”
“Oh, you don’t have to.” For the
first time since he’d met her, she sounded weary, not cheerful and upbeat, and
Dylan realized the dark circles under her eyes were probably not her usual
look.
“I know I don’t have to, it’s for
purely selfish reasons. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you’ll be back in my
store shopping. Besides, any excuse not to do that damn paperwork is welcome.”
“Normally, I’d say no. I hardly
know you and don’t want to take advantage of a stranger. But honestly, I’ll be
so happy to get this painting done … let me bring you a pan and roller. You can
work out here in the lobby. The smell won’t be so bad. Prop open the front
door, if you like, let some air in.”
Dylan set to work, and an hour
and a half later the walls of the front room were done and Morgan declared it
quitting time.
“All I have left to do is one
more room and a bit of trim. I can knock that out tomorrow and it will be done.
You are one fast painter,” she said, strolling around the room and checking the
walls. “Good, too. And look at you, not a drop on your clothes. I’m covered
with it!”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.” He
smiled, happy to see that light back in her eyes.
“I can’t thank you enough.
Listen, I don’t have my kitchen set up yet, but the table is in and I know the
number for pizza delivery by heart. Can I buy you dinner at my place?”
Every fiber in his being wanted
to spend more time with Morgan, but common sense told him to walk away. She
closed the front door and as she picked up brushes and buckets, her scent once
again filled his nostrils and he had to clamp his teeth to keep from moaning
out loud. The sight of her bent over, her ass up in the air, was like an
invitation to heaven. A low growl escaped before he could stop it.
“What? Did you say something?”
she asked, turning to face him.
He took a step closer to her and
put his hands on her cheeks. Her eyes widened and she caught her breath.
Knowing it was a bad idea, knowing he’d just invited trouble into his life, he
kissed her anyway. She stood frozen then her lips parted. He turned his head to
get a better angle and deepen the kiss. Another growl threatened, but he pushed
it back. He ran his hands from her face, down her neck, and felt her pulse,
beating strong under his fingers. Her tongue lightly touched his lips. His
cock, hard at her first scent, now strained against his jeans. Desire ran
through his body, overriding all other thoughts.
Abruptly, he pulled his head
back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He turned, grabbed his keys from
the counter, and walked to the door.
“What the hell? You kiss me like
that and now you’re going to leave? What’s your problem?”
Morgan stood with her hands on
her hips, eyes shooting sparks.
“My problem is… I can’t tell you
what my problem is.” Dylan’s hand was on the doorknob but he didn’t want to
leave her angry.
“Look, this is ridiculous. Every
time we see each other, one of us ends up stomping off, mad. Hey, I’m not a
fragile virgin. We can explore some, some sex activities.” Morgan laughed.
“See
how long it’s been for me? Sex activities, ha! I don’t even know what to call
it anymore.”
Damn she looked fine, a smudge of
paint on face and in her hair, still breathing hard from their kiss.
“No, I can’t explore with you,
I’m sorry. Trust me, there’s a good reason.”
“What, are you secretly married,
have a strange disease, have taken a vow of celibacy? What?”
“Yes, something like that. Trust
me, you’re better off not knowing. I’m sorry.” He opened the door and walked
out.
About the Author:
Naomi
lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat.
She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance
because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets
them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and
creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever
possible. Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Visit
her at http://www.naomibellina.com/
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Thanks so much for having me here today, Roxanne!
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