Hello everybody and welcome to our Sex Scene knockout Championship!
The guise is simple; vote for your favourite out of the two scenes and the winning author will progress to the next round and be in with a chance to win the Sex Scene Championship Crown. Each person will be in with a chance of winning prizes from our prize bag. At the end of the event, all of the entrants will be collated and then I’ll use random generator to pick a top winner (who will get their choice of 8 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC), a second place winner (who will get their choice of 5 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC) and a third place winner (who will get their choice of 3 prizes limited to one GC). I will then randomly draw names until all the prizes are gone.
You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them.
We have 50 eBooks to giveaway (some of which are listed on the Intro post here), 2 signed paperbacks, 2 INT paperbacks, 4 Gift Cards (Amazon & All Romance, a necklace, some pens and more swag to give away.
So for our next round we have Tonya Burrows and Jen McLaughlin (also writing as Diane Albert)
Execerpt One –
Tonya Burrows – Wilde for Her ©
Christ, he had to be inside her.
He freed himself from his shorts, caught her hips under the skirt of her dress, and lifted her onto him. She arched and accepted him deep inside with a low moan.
Hot, slick, and so soft.
Cam lifted his gaze to make sure she really was Eva and not a dream version, because “soft” was never a word he’d associated with her before this moment. Her body was long, lean muscle. Her spirit all passionate stubbornness and strength—
But then her silken walls tightened around his cock and, fuck yeah, there was the strength he adored about her. Perfect. She felt just as good as he always imagined she would and he closed his eyes with the pleasure of it.
She writhed against him, her heels digging into his ass. “Oh. Oh God. Move!”
“No.” He pinned her to the door with his hips and caught her wrists in one hand, stretching her arms up over her head. She had her eyes squeezed tight, and he leaned in to brush his mouth over her lids. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened. “Move. Please.”
With a frustrated cry, she arched her back as much as she was able, pinned to the door as she was, and the movement rippled her inner muscles, squeezing them hard around his cock again. Heat gathered in his lower back. Oh, too close. They were both too close and he wasn’t ready for that yet. His balls tightened and he clenched his teeth against the urge to pound into her, despite the beads of sweat sliding down his spine from the effort of restraint. He’d waited too damn long for this to lose all control now and have it be over in mere seconds.
“Dammit,” she gasped. “I need you to move.”
Her trapped fingers flexed as if she wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, dig her nails into his shoulders. He shuddered at the mental image, but didn’t release her hands. Next time. This round, he was calling all the shots.
Curling his hips the tiniest bit, he found her ear with his teeth. “Say my name again, Eva.”
“Stubborn.” He reached between them and found her clit, gave it a teasing rub and watched her eyes all but roll back in her head. She whimpered when he withdrew the pressure, a sound she would no doubt hate herself for later, but that he found insanely sexy.
A small smile flitted over her lips as she shook her head. Her dark hair, smelling of sun and saltwater and her floral shampoo, swept his shoulder with the gesture. Fuck, she’d turned the tables, now teasing him as much as he was her. And, somehow, he was losing this little match of wills.
Unable to stay still any longer, he rolled his hips and her body opened wider to him, accepting more of him with each languorous thrust. It still wasn’t enough for her. She dug her heels into his back, demanding more. Demanding hard, fast, and dirty. And he’d give her all that—as soon as he got what he wanted. He wound the strands of her hair around his hand and tugged, exposing her neck to his mouth.
“Say my name.”
She groaned. “Uh-uh.”
“Who is inside you, Eva?” He punctuated each word with a shallow thrust. “Tell me who is fucking you.”
She squirmed and tried to pull her hands free from his grip. “Cam.”
Yes. A primal satisfaction short-circuited his brain. He released her hands and her nails instantly bit into his scalp. Grasping her hips, he pumped into her, each thrust pushing her higher and knocking their bodies against the door.
“Say it again.”
“Camden,” she whispered and dragged his mouth to hers.
Excerpt Two –
Stealing His Heart – Diane Alberts (Jen McLaughlin) ©
He parted her legs, opening her up to him. Seeing her like this almost had him forgetting all about the rules. He didn’t move. “Don’t move. Beg me.”
She dug her foot into the mattress. “Please. Kiss me. Touch me.”
“Don’t you dare move,” he commanded.
She stopped herself in the knick of time, biting down on her lip.
He nodded. “Now. Where do you want me? Say it.”
“In between my legs. Please.”
Tilting his head, he smiled at her obedience. He crawled between her open legs, nibbling a path as he moved higher. First, her ankle. Then the soft spot behind her knee. By the time he nipped her inner thigh, she whimpered and squirmed. And he was no less affected.
Gripping her ass, he lowered his head and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.” He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Bet you’ll taste better.”
She moaned. “God. Do it. Now.” She paused. “Please.”
He trailed his pointer finger over her hip bones, moving up her body again. Away from the place she’d so kindly asked him to kiss. “Hmm. Not yet.”
She squirmed. “You said—”
He slapped the side of her ass gently, and she broke off with a soft cry. “Last time I checked, you were the one handcuffed to my bed. You submitted to me. Promised to obey me. You agreed. Right?”
Her nipples tightened. “Yes, sir.”
She tilted her face to his, and he kissed her. Her teeth dug into his bottom lip as she strained to get nearer, but he pressed closer. Harder. More. So much more. While pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he delved into her mouth with his tongue.
Ah, yes. That was more fucking like it. He rolled his tongue over hers, deepening the kiss as he toyed with her. She whimpered and arched into his hands. The sound of cuffs rattling the headboard filled the room, mingling with her quick breathing.
When he positioned himself inside the juncture of her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against her warmth, the sheer need that hit him was almost enough to make him forget all about tasting her. Forget all about having her come as he licked each drop of her juices from her sweet pussy. But he didn’t.
Because he couldn’t afford to forget his rules.
They were all he had left.
When he pulled back, ending the kiss, he nipped her lip. She moaned and closed her legs around his hips. “Fuck me now. Please.”
“Not yet. But thank you for asking so politely.” He disentangled himself from her legs and covered her body with his own, reveling in the sensation of her soft skin gliding against his. A guy could get used to this. Way too fucking used to it. “First, I’m finally going to taste you. Everywhere, like you asked.”
He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, not bothering to start out gentle or slow. Now wasn’t the time for that. He took her in deep, scraping his teeth against the hard bud. Crying out, she arched her back. His cock begged to be inside her.
Begged for release.
He released her nipple and went after the other one, his fingers dipping between her legs as he did so. She was so fucking wet and ready for him. As he worked her breast, he rubbed two fingers against her clit in a wide, sweeping circle. A wave of possessiveness came over him when she cried out and moved against him, trying so hard to come.
Trying to find the pleasure he’d promised her.
As he shoved her panties aside and ran a finger down her slit, he released her nipple and watched her squirm. Her cheeks were pink and rosy. Arching her back wordlessly, she let out a tortured sound. He teased her with his finger, applying enough pressure to get her closer to the edge.
A strand of hair covered her eyes. He brushed it away tenderly. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I’m…” She drew in a shaky breath and pressed her heels down into the mattress. “I need you now.”
A brow inched higher, and he flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh. “Please.”
“Please,” she begged.
He closed his mouth around her clit, digging his fingers into her soft ass cheeks. She cried out and moved against him restlessly, his name breaking out of her lips. “Jake.”
Fuck, he liked the sound of his name on her lips—all breathy, needy, and soft.
He rolled his tongue over her, sucking with the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. And once she fell, he’d be on her. She pressed closer, a breathy cry escaping her, and wantonly pumped her herself against his mouth.
She was close. So fucking close. He could taste it. Feel it.
“C-Can I come?” she asked, her words coming in breathless spurts. “Please?”
He grinned against her. “Yes. Now.”
He slapped the side of her ass and moved closer to her pussy, tracing her slit again. The whole time he did this, his mouth worked over her. When he slipped a finger inside her, crooking it just right, she stiffened and cried out, her body convulsing around his finger. He pulled out and let her fall back to the mattress.
“Look at me.” After positioning himself at her entry, he lifted her hips and tilted them up. She stared at him, the picture of eroticism. “And Tara?”
Her body trembled under his. Strained to get closer. “Yeah?”
“Next time I make you come, don’t shut me out. I want you watching me.” He rubbed his cock against her clit. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes on me.”
This is an EVENT giveaway and prizes will be drawn at the end of the event after all the entrants have been collated into one raffle.
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