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From time to time, I'd like to share who and what I'm reading. Writers MUST read other authors. Hell, they have to read PERIOD. Show me an author who doesn't read and I'll show you a writer who isn't worth your time.
One author who you should spend time checking out is the talented Yvonne Nicholas. I recently read her H-O-T interracial contemporary romance, Designing Love. First, the tease-
Book Blurb:
World renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of
designing a house for his former lover, who'd betrayed him with his best
friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never
love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.
Josephine
Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on
such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase
her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face
of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold,
hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…
A passion she finds hard to deny.
Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?
I found DL to be an engaging read. I particularly liked how all the characters were flawed, from Josephine Burnett, our smart, sexy protagonist who still clings to a one sided relationship with a disingenuous lover ( to be polite!) to the object of her sexual consternation, Devon Sparks, our initially self absorbed, egocentric 'hero.' The supporting characters are quite colorful and unpredictable, especially Josephine's gay friend BFF Pete (who plays ALL angles.)
Ms. Nicholas writes with an urbane sensibility which I found quite refreshing. If you are the causal romance reader, you may find some of the language choices a bit of-putting, but I suggest you stay with it, for it seasons the dialog with a dash of contemporary socio- pop culture reality.
The love scenes- SCORCHING. If your libido does not spark reading Ms. Nicholas words, then, quite frankly, you are on life support.
Ms. Nicholas stumbles a bit with ancillary characters that touch on stereotype and a soap-opera- ish 'big' reveal which falls prey to the contrivances of the genre, however those minor hiccups do not detract form the overall enjoyment of Designing Love. In fact, I urge to to 'design' some time to pick up this vibrant contemporary romance!
Buy link:
Amazon
I also encourage you to follow her sexy blog:
Yvonne's Erotic Universe
I'm pleased to showcase an intriguing writing duo, Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler. They have a varied body of work to appeal to a variety of sexual tastes. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage and enjoy these deliciously sexy snippets.
Lil' bit about the authors:
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Emily pulled up outside
her house and realized she was running late getting ready for her girls'
night out with Neeka. The day seemed to have gotten away from her, but she
still had thirty minutes to freshen up before Neeka arrived.
After running into the
house and tossing her purse on the counter, she made a mad dash to the bathroom,
stripping her clothes off along the way.
Pulling the checkered
shower curtain aside, she turned on the faucet and waited for the water to
warm up. She reached inside and tested the temperature, then slowly stepped
into the tub, closed the curtain behind her, and pulled the lever. The water
beat down on her ample bosom, teasing her nipples to peaks. The sensation of
the beads of water pelting her nipples felt like a thousand licks from a
lover. She had the perfect partner in mind -- Neeka.
Her body was on fire,
sensitive, and on edge. She looked up at the detachable nozzle, knowing
exactly what she must do to take care of some of the ache already building up
in her core. Reaching up, she released "old reliable" from its
chamber and brought it slowly across her chest. The powerful jets thumped
across her breasts and descended while she braced a single leg on the edge of
the porcelain tub.
If she had more time,
she would have adjusted the power of its stream, alternating fast and slow
like a lover's tongue. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to tease her body
as usual. She needed relief now, so she twisted the head to hit her full
blast.
Over and over, the lines
of water pounded against her sex. She braced her back against the shower wall
and enjoyed the ride while she conjured up Neeka's face. Those beautiful deep
brown eyes gazed up at her while the goddess' tongue flicked, nibbled, and
sucked on her clitoris. God, yes, it was Neeka bringing her to orgasm. How
she longed to have the woman's face buried between her folds. For now, she
took pleasure where she could get it.
Again, "old
reliable" did its trick and elicited a scream from her lips. She moaned
out Neeka's name again as her legs began to quiver. Her free hand rounded
each breast and stopped on her left globe. Taking a pointy peak between her
thumb and index finger, she dived into the vast tundra of both pleasure and
pain.
When the last tremor of
her orgasm subsided, she reached for her strawberry scented body wash and
squeezed a hearty amount of it onto her loofah. Using the sponge to scrub
away the evidence of a hard day's work, she took extra time to cleanse her
sex. A few quick passes through her folds forced another orgasm to soar
through her. This time, she had to reach for the handrail to remain upright.
Steadying herself, she
placed the showerhead back in its holster and turned off the water, grasping
the towel off the rack and drying off one leg at a time before stepping out
completely. It was then she heard the front door shut and a voice sound out.
"Hey, Em, it's just
me. I hope you don't mind me walking in, but I knocked several times and you
didn't answer," Neeka called.
Swiping the back of her
hand across the steamed mirror, Emily studied her reflection in the mirror
and shouted back, "No, I don't mind. Be out in a sec. Please make
yourself at home."
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Meaghan paused her
strenuous workout and stepped off the elliptical. Taking a quick glance out
the window and toward the house a mere twenty feet away, she wondered if her
audience was salivating this afternoon. Just in case they were lurking in the
office, she turned around and gave the possible onlookers a nice view of her
ass, which was covered only by spandex boy shorts. A pair so skimpy, it had
her cheeks peeking out and teasing the gazes she hoped lingered on her.
She bent over, the
shorts crawling up even more, and took her time unlacing her tennis shoes.
She didn't have to wiggle her ass in doing so, but if either guy was peeking
in on her, she was going to give him a picture they wouldn't soon forget.
* * *
Miguel stood in the
shadows and swallowed hard. His temptress was back, again barely wearing
anything. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. Damn, he was rock hard
watching her body maneuver the elliptical bars, and when she suddenly glanced
over his way and did a one-eighty turn, teasing him with an ass molded
perfectly to fit his cock, he felt a droplet of come leak onto his shorts.
Yes. He would have her,
fill her with his cock, and have her begging never to stop. He cupped his
balls and gave them a squeeze, their weight heavy in his palm.
"How long are we
going to wait for a piece of that fine ass? She moved in three months ago.
What's keeping you, Miguel? Fuck, don't tell me you've gone gun-shy with the
ladies."
Lost in his fantasies,
Miguel hadn't heard Whit push open the door or step up behind him. His
baritone voice broke the room's silence and caused Miguel's cock to swell
further inside his gym shorts.
"I don't think a
one-night stand will be enough to quench our thirst for her." Miguel
reached behind and clasped Whit's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Most importantly, I also need to make sure she'll be okay with
us."
Whit rested his head on
Miguel's shoulder, a slight smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Miguel
never referred to them as an "us." He always assumed Miguel saw
them as no more than friends with benefits, and he was damn thrilled to hear
Miguel proclaim them as more.
Whit harbored no
jealousy regarding Meaghan entering their lives because he too was lusting
over her. "It's about fucking time you tell me we're going steady. Does
this mean I get a promise ring?"
Miguel chuckled and
brought Whit's hand up to his mouth, tenderly kissing the palm. "Sorry,
honey, but I assumed since we've only been with each other the last six
months, we were officially together. However, if you'd like a symbol of my
commitment, I think I still have my letterman jacket up in the attic. It's
all yours."
One touch of Miguel's
lips on his skin, anywhere, and Whit's cock sprang to action. It was why he'd
stopped dating other men. No other guy had this effect on him. They were
simply not Miguel. "Okay, I'll forgive the oversight since you're
looking sexy as hell, but yeah, get me that coat. Now, back to the outrageously
smoking hot woman next door. I think it's time you make your move. It's time.
Unless you want me to take the lead after all."
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