Drawing the Stud

I just realized I haven’t given y’all a sample from my next book, Drawing the Stud. My first book with Ellora’s Cave. It should be out late summer. Here’s the blurb:

After a couple of dates Pace decided Jay’s overbearing alpha tendencies were too much so she stopped seeing him. Now her brother has gone missing with millions of dollars of client money. She’s forced to make a multi-million dollar wager with Jay in order to save her brother from a lengthy jail sentence. She’ll get the money, but only if she agrees to be Jay’s mistress. Jay welcomes a second opportunity to get Pace into his bed, but knows he has to play his cards right, otherwise she will run again. Before long they’re all in for a high stakes love affair, but when the chips are down can he ante up enough to overcome her fears?

“This is all I’ve thought about all day,” he murmured as he continued to kiss the back of her neck. “I screwed up so many times today I’m amazed I didn’t go bankrupt. The texture of your skin. It’s so soft, so silky. Your scent is like a drug I can’t get enough of.”

Pace leaned her head to the side giving him more access. The glide of his tongue against her bare flesh inexplicably turned to liquid fire as it raced over the nerves of her body. She turned in his arms and stood on tiptoe so she could reach his mouth. Their lips met in a conflagration of raw need. Again and again she sucked on his tongue in a carnal imitation of what she’d love to be doing to his cock. Loving every inch of it.

“Tell me you want me, Pace. I won’t have a sacrificial virgin in my bed,” he practically growled as he assaulted her neck again.

Pace shuddered helplessly in his arms so caught up in the sexual vortex that for a moment she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Sacrificial virgin? She struggled to remember their previous conversation. Oh yeah, right. “I want you,” she whispered pulling his head back up so she could look into his eyes. “I want you.”

“Thank God,” he whispered fervently as he lifted her off her feet and into his arms. He stormed back into the bedroom and practically threw her on the oversized bed before following her down.

He leaned over and forcefully captured her mouth. Before Pace even had a chance to gasp, his tongue was mating with hers. He pulled her closer, and she groaned with delight from the feel of his body pressing her into the mattress.

Her head spinning as though she’d been caught up in a cyclone, Pace struggled to breathe or even think. All she could do was feel the feverish desire this man started in her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, frantically trying to get closer.

He slid his hands down to grasp her hips grinding his erect cock against her. She arched her back to return the pressure gasping aloud at the stimulation directly on her clit. Eager for more. To feel his body more tautly pressed against hers.

It seemed she’d been waiting forever to feel his hands on her body and now waiting even a second longer was too much. His hands reluctantly left her hips and moved to the front of her crisp white top. So slowly as to be deliberate tease, he undid each button, pausing after each one to place a lingering kiss on her exposed flesh. By the time he finished Pace was nearly out of her mind from the exquisite torture. She wanted his hands on her throbbing breasts and suddenly he was there. He pushed the cups of her bra up to bare her flesh to his feral gaze.

She’d always thought her breasts were too large but the look on his face removed that notion. He looked like a starving man and she was the buffet. So much so that, for a moment, she feared he meant to devour her, then she arched her back reveling in his gaze. His desire made hers burn even more brightly. As he lowered his head almost reverently she expected a fevered possession. Instead, the touch of his mouth was soft, drugging.

When he reached her almost painfully hard nipple, he encircled it with his tongue again and again ratcheting up her need to a fevered pitch. Pace’s head fell back. She was strung out, unable to do anything but feel the incredible sensations his tongue triggered in her body. Her pussy was swollen and wet, begging for his possession. Each time his tongue touched her nipple, her clit throbbed even more fiercely and she thought for a moment she’d come just from him loving her breasts. She moved her hips against him, desperate to ease the throbbing emptiness in her pussy.


Jay gasped and moved his hips away from hers. He’d never in his life been so close to coming with all his clothes on. If she did that just one more time… His grip became bruising as he moved his mouth back to hers, devouring her, taking everything she had and still it wasn’t enough. He had to have all of her. Her tongue. Her mouth. Her skin. The very essence of her and even then, he feared it wouldn’t be enough. He returned to her mouth again. Desperate, crazed. Out of his mind with need. She was his. She had to be his. Nothing else mattered. Just this. He sucked on her tongue starving for her. When he moved down to her neck, he heard her gasp as she felt the sharp bite of his teeth. He sucked strongly the primitive need to mark her as his own overwhelming him.

He took a deep breath and then another. He was going too fast. Lust pounded through his veins filling his cock to a pounding intensity. He had to have her now. Jay inhaled deeply trying to slow down, but the aroma of their mutual arousal overwhelmed him, intensifying rather than lessening his arousal.

“Now Pace. Now,” he said, rising up from her just enough to look at her. Her face was soft, her lips swollen and wanton. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he couldn’t contain the powerful hunger to consume her.

“God, Pace, I’ve got to have you,” he groaned, capturing her lips again. As his tongue tangled furiously with hers, he moved his hands back to her breasts, grasping the tips and teasing them into even greater arousal.

She shifted under him raising her torso from the bed. He felt a moment of panic. Damn it, she was bailing on him.

“Help me get this shirt off,” she murmured struggling to sit up. He helped her pull it off and she shifted to unfasten her bra releasing the bounty that was her breasts. With another dexterous movement, she unfastened her skirt and raised her hips to slip it off. He stared down at her his mouth watering at the sight of the silky black panties and the rounded thighs exposed by her thigh high stockings. God! If he’d had any idea…. He stroked the silken thighs again and again, then leaned down to bury his face at the apex of her thighs still covered in black silk.

“God baby. Now. Now.” He reached up and slowly slid her panties down her legs, deliberately taking his time in an effort to regain control. It was fruitless, his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. The complete possession of her. It took him a moment to realize the low growl that filled his ears was coming from his own throat as he was reduced to nothing but animal instincts.

Jay spread her legs and used his fingers to stroke her pussy lips apart. Her aroma filled his senses and he brought his head forward to capture her clit gently between his lips. Pace let out a groan of utter surrender. He stroked her with his tongue, then licked her in long forceful strokes. Again and again he alternated between sucking gently at her clit and licking the length of her slit with the flat of his tongue. Her keening cries filled his ears. Higher and higher as he brought her closer to orgasm. He felt her thighs begin to tremble on either side of his head and he moved even more quickly shoving two fingers inside her steaming hot pussy as he sucked more firmly at her clit. That was all it took. With a high-pitched scream, Pace tumbled over into orgasm. As he brought her to completion, Pace grasped his hair in her hands and held him as close as possible to the source of her pleasure.

His mind had all but shut down, but he leaned over to the bedside table to remove a strip of condoms. He ripped one off with his teeth. When he knew she’d had a chance to recover, Jay slid down until he was flat on the bed. His hands went to the fastening of his jeans and he opened them, frantically freeing himself before sheathing his cock with the condom. Pace sat up and then slid one leg over his hips to straddle  him. Grasping her hips, he slowly lowered her onto his erect manhood. Feeling her tight wetness around him, Jay clenched his teeth and his head strained back, as he struggled for control. Though she was incredibly wet, her body briefly resisted his penetration. Gritting his teeth, he slowed down to allow her time to adjust. When she sighed and leaned forward to brace her hands on his chest he grabbed her hips and raised and lowered her onto his throbbing penis. With each stroke, the pleasure intensified to dizzying heights. Pulling her forward so he could take her mouth again he breathed against her lips.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. So fucking good.” He moved his lips to her neck and then her shoulder. The urge to bite was irresistible and he took the flesh between his teeth. Then it was as though his body shifted into another gear and took over from his mind. His hips moved almost of their own accord as he held her hips steady in a bruising grip to receive all of him. Again and again he thrust into her. Arching his back until it was nearly painful with each stroke. Then it wasn’t enough. He had to have more. He lifted her off his cock and paused to give her an apologetic kiss in response to her murmur of disappointment. He turned until she was under him. Raising her legs until they rested on his shoulders he spread her thighs apart as wide as possible. The delicious gasp she gave when he slid back inside her luscious pussy was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

Pounding into her like a madman, the drive to come took over leaving him helpless in its thrall. Just when he thought he’d die if he didn’t come, his orgasm hit him, springing up from his balls and exploding at the base of his skull like a gunshot. He arched back as he came in what seemed like an endless stream. Beneath him, Pace cried out and he felt her pussy clench around him as she came again.

Hot For Teacher Cover!!


Isn’t this just the living end? Hubby’s been under the weather for what seems like forever, but I think he’s finally turned the corner so I had time to finish the book, and he felt up to doing the cover. Thank y’all so much for your patience. Hot for Teacher will be out this week, but I couldn’t wait to share the cover with all of you. Squee!!!!

Here’s the excerpt:

Michael groaned as the technician instructed him to begin running again. Caja certainly hadn’t lied about her tyrannical leanings. He’d arrived at the fitness center in the early evening and she’d immediately handed him over to the electronics technician; a man who looked as though he lived for nothing but the calibration of machinery. Michael had spent most of his time on the Stair Master, treadmill and elliptical machines. Though physically fit, it’d been a while since he’d run for hours. The technician looked equally exhausted, but seemed satisfied that the treadmills were finally set to his satisfaction. He dismissed Michael with a wave of his hand, and Michael made good his escape before the taciturn man changed his mind. Having lost his towel some time ago, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and used it to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead. Then, still dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, he walked into the small employee break room to get a bottle of water. He stood drinking the water in the empty room, when suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist. He knew immediately from the shiver that arced down his spine that it was Caja and placed one hand over hers to hold them in place.

Michael hissed and his groin tightened immediately when Caja began alternately kissing, then taking sharp nips out of the flesh on his back.

“Michael,” she whispered, “everybody is gone home. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” Michael exhaled with a hiss as his whole body, not just his cock, but his whole body, sprang to immediate erectness at her suggestive whisper. “But you’ve been working so hard,” she continued in a kittenish tone pulling one hand free to stroke over the sweat-slickened contours of his muscular back, “I’ll understand if you’re too tired…” she trailed off with one final nip and attempted to move away.

Michael turned, lifting her off the floor into his embrace. “Too tired? I remember a certain young lady crying “uncle” just a few days ago.”

Caja wrapped her legs around his waist. “Let’s see who gives in first tonight,” she said, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. Their tongues entangled in a lascivious kiss that left Michael gasping for breath. He groaned into Caja’s mouth as he ground her pelvis into his own. The thin knit shorts she wore were no barrier to his throbbing erection, and he could feel the heat of her flesh against his own as though they were naked. He hadn’t felt so close to coming just from kissing since he was a horny fifteen-year-old trying to get Johna Weston to give up her prized cherry in his mom’s gazebo. He set her down on the countertop, then pushed her shorts and panties aside for access to her steaming pussy. He immediately shoved two fingers inside her, while his tongue he continued to mate with hers in a matching rhythm with his fingers. He knew she loved to be finger fucked and he’d brought her to orgasm that way more than once in the short time they’d known one another. He thrust his fingers as deeply as possible inside her, then circled his thumb gently over her clitoris. When he felt her clench her thighs even more strongly against his hips he knew she was close to coming. He continued the pressure, speeding up the thrusts as he began to suck even more strongly on her tongue.

Suddenly Caja arched her back, crying out as her pleasure reached its peak. He snatched her bottoms off her hips with one swift motion. With her legs spread as widely as possible, Michael placed her thighs across his biceps leaving her totally open for his thrusting cock. He shoved his gym shorts down, not even bothering to remove them. He couldn’t hold back long enough to tease, and suspected the whole building vibrated with the force of his first stroke into her channel. Jesus!

“So good. So hot and tight,” he ground out, gathering her even more firmly into his arms. He couldn’t think of anything else except how good it felt to have her soft wet sheath grasping his cock so tightly. Blind and deaf to everything except the excruciating pleasure that engulfed him, it took a long moment before Caja’s voice penetrated the lust-filled haze.

“Michael, you forgot the condom,” she whispered in an urgent tone.

Michael gritted his teeth, doubting his ability to stop at such a crucial point. He lowered his head to the crook of Caja’s shoulder, inhaling the tangy scent of her arousal. Then he forced himself to withdraw from her tantalizing warmth, amazed that he could compel his body to do so. He quickly located the condom she directed him to find in her bag, sheathed himself, then sank his almost painfully erect cock back into her steamy depths once again.

Caja cried out against his throat, then grasped the flesh there between her teeth. The sharp pain only heightened Michael’s pleasure, and he began to slam in and out of her ferociously. Each of his thrusts were met with a return motion from Caja’s hips as she neared another orgasm, her fingers digging forcefully into his sweat slickened back. Michael continued pounding, insensible to anything but the ecstasy that hovered just over the horizon. Then Caja slipped one hand between their writhing bodies and began stroking her clitoris. Watching her pleasure herself was more than he could take, and with one last roar he sank even more deeply into her wetness than he had previously, almost losing consciousness as he surged into her. With his last bit of strength, he lifted her buttocks from the counter so that her clit ground against his pelvis, triggering an explosive orgasm that left Caja limp in his arms.