I should be putting together a Sizzling Sunday post for you, with a hot excerpt from one of my erotica or erotic romance titles. I’ll be honest though. I just don’t feel like it. I’m in the middle of a miserable head cold and can hardly breathe, I’m so stuffed up. I’m too lazy to create a new Sizzling Sunday banner. Anyway, who feels like sex when you’re sick?
I
have been writng today, though, working on the next book in the Vegas
Babes series. Sin City Sweethearts is already up to 38K and I
foresee at least four more chapters, so it will likely be longer than
either Hot Brides in Vegas or More Brides in Vegas.
Generally
I don’t like to share un-edited excerpts, but here’s a very short
sneak peek from Chapter 1. I’ve brought back Annie and Ted as
central characters, and of course Larry and Foxy have cameos, but
there are lots of new, horny folks for you to meet, too.
My
goal is to get the book out for Christmas.
Now
I just have to recover from this cold.
Sin
City Sweethearts by Lisabet Sarai
Chapter
1
“God,
I hate moving.” Annie paused halfway up the external staircase and
propped the heavy box on her knee so she could mop the sweat from her
face. “Especially in the middle of August.”
“What
are you complaining about? I’m the one who’s moving!” Ted
grinned up at his new wife, particularly delectable today in tiny
jean shorts and a tee shirt cut off just below her breasts. From the
ground below, he had a fantastic view of her butt cheeks swelling out
from the tight denim.
Perspiration
glued her top to her skin, revealing her perky nipples to anyone who
cared to look. AndTed
never got tired of looking at his lovely Annie. His cock hardened
inside his own shorts as he hefted a crate of books onto his shoulder
and followed her up to the deck outside the loft apartment.
Maybe
he could convince her to take a bit of a break. They’d been working
for more than an hour, emptying his car and hauling his worldly
possessions up the stairs. They deserved a reward.
The
interior was blessedly cool by comparison to the outside. Annie
surveyed the boxes stacked in the middle of the living room floor,
her hands on her ample hips and her forehead creased in a frown.
She
shook her head. “Where in the world are we going to put all this
stuff?”
“Don’t
worry. We’ll manage.” Ted added his box to the disorderly pile.
“Just be glad I don’t have any furniture!” He slipped his arms
around her waist, pulled her ripe body to his, and buried his face in
her hair. “Mmm,” he murmured. “You smell amazing, baby.”
“Yuck.
I feel like I need an hour-long shower. I’m soaked.”
“Just
the way I like you, Annie-belle.” He rubbed his aching dick against
her bare midriff, then squirmed his hand into her waistband to stroke
her damp skin. The tight shorts made it difficult to maneuver, but he
managed to worm his way down to the top edge of her bush.
She
gasped when he brushed a finger tip over the springy curls. He took
advantage of her open mouth to thrust his tongue inside. Far from
resisting, Annie sealed her eager mouth to his, sucking hungrily as
if his tongue were his cock.
The
notion made him harder still. He had to get these damn shorts off her
before he exploded. “Turn around, baby,” he urged, releasing her
long enough for her to comply.
