Book Feature: Hot Down Under #2

BOOK / RELEASE  FEATURE :  Hot-Down Under

Two of the erotic shorts to be published on 1^st December 2012 by

Welcome everyone & thanks for dropping by to help us celebrate the release of the next two erotic short stories by some fabulous Aussie Authors. To go in the draw to win a copy of each story, just answer the question at the end of each excerpt.

Winner to be picked by 9 December 2012.

Shut Up & Kiss Me by Rhian Cahill

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The city of Sydney isn't the only thing heating up this summer.

Jacqueline Mowbray has spent months fantasizing about her friend Kyle and never once did she consider he may be suffering the same unrelenting attraction. But Jac is about to find out that what Kyle wants Kyle gets.

Kyle Barnes has kept a lid on his simmering desire for Jac for years but what's a man to do when faced with a hot, wet woman wearing only a towel? Take what he wants of course.

As the city around them melts under a summer heat wave these two friends will discover the sizzling temperatures aren't the only thing boiling over.

Warning: This story contains more than rising temperatures and the author advises the reader to have a cold drink or suitable partner to help combat the heat.

Excerpt : © Rhian Cahill

Reece’s temperature shot up ten degrees. The woman in front of him set him on simmer every day but wrapped in a towel, damp from a recent shower, she set him to boil in an instant. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and tried to remember why he was knocking on Jac’s door. Something about cooling off… His eyes lowered, his gaze taking in every exposed inch of her. From her curly blonde hair to her red painted toenails. Her legs were smooth and tanned, long and sleek, and an image of them wrapped around his hips flashed across his mind. A drum beat in his ears, a matching one took up in his balls, and his cock hardened, tenting the front of his shorts. Damn. This couldn’t end well.

“Hey, Reece. What’s up?” Did she sound breathless?

He brought his gaze up to meet hers, the bright blue of her eyes sparkled and he found himself thinking of swimming pools which made him think of skinny dipping. His cock throbbed harder, but he refused to answer the urge to readjust to find relief. The longer he stood there speechless the longer his unruly lust grabbed hold.

“Reece?” One of Jac’s finely sculpted brows rose.

“Fuck, woman, are you trying to fry my brain?”

“Huh?” Her smile disappeared.

“You can’t answer the door dressed like that and not find yourself slammed against the wall with my cock buried in your hot pussy.” He took a step towards her. She gasped and took a step back. “You’ve had me grinding my teeth and taking cold showers for years, Jac. No more.”

Control snapped. Like a gunshot, it cracked through him taking every ounce of civility he possessed. Reece barged in and grabbed her shoulders. He kicked the door closed and spun them around so he could shove her against it. His mouth landed on hers with raw hunger. No finesse, just pure unadulterated desire. She whimpered and for a split second his mind engaged and he thought to pull away. But then she softened—melted like the city had in the merciless heat wave. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue inside.

She remained passive, let him touch and taste what he wanted. Reece took advantage, brushed his tongue against hers, licked at her teeth and finally eased off to nip at her plump bottom lip. He ate at the fleshy curve, sucked and bit from one corner to the other. Jac moaned and he dove back into the dark recess of her mouth. Blood pumped through his veins, pounded in his ears—his groin. With each stroke his arousal soared higher until it wasn’t enough to just have her mouth.

He tore his lips from hers, gasped for air and said, “Tell me no.”

“What?” Her chest heaved with each ragged breath she took and her towel had come untucked, the only thing holding it in place was his body pressed to hers. “I don’t want to say no.”

            QUESTION : What’s the name of the heroine?

           Paying the Forfeit by S E Gilchrist

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When a newly-forged alliance sees her older sister pledged to the man Leila has fallen in love with, she flees her tribe in the wastelands and seeks anonymity inside

the Fortress.

Years later, she learns her sister has refused to honour the agreement. The forfeit – another mate or a cache of the prized yellow sapphires – must be paid or her remaining family will be banished.

For Leila, the role of second choice is not an option.

With the sapphires in her possession, Leila must decide – pay up now, or keep silent and take one long, hot night with the mate of her heart.

Excerpt : © S E Gilchrist

“Ahhh, just how I like a woman. Hot and dirty.” Doyle’s voice vibrated deep, with a gravelly rasp that slicked along my spine like a hot, moist tongue. Were his words ripe with threat or promise? Either way, I was in trouble.

No way would I look up and meet the cool amusement I knew would be glittering in his amber eyes. I rammed the shovel deep into the clay. One last mighty heave and with my muscles screaming in protest, I flung the clod of earth into the wooden barrow. I swiped the hem of my coarsely spun tunic across the sweat beading my forehead and upper lip. Leaning on the wooden shovel like a walking stick, I staggered out of the boggy hole I had dug in the banks of the dry riverbed.

If I fell flat on my face in front of my nemesis it would be enough to tip me over

the edge.

I savoured the image of Doyle helpless beneath my feet while I bit deep into his jugular, his blood metallic sweet in my mouth. I shuddered. That way lay the madness of the Half-dead, our relentless enemy and the ever-present reminder of what we could become if turned.

He sighed. “Now what are you plotting, Leila?”

Anxious to deflect his probing questions, I turned so fast to face him that my sheepskin boots lost purchase. I slipped, my arms windmilling like sticks in a tornado.

Doyle gripped my wrists and hauled me backwards away from the rim. “Little fool.”

“Don’t touch me!” Somehow I wrenched free from his grasp and stood, chest heaving, beyond his reach. He stood there naked, save for the leather pouch that

covered his manhood and the wide belt from which hung his sword and axe. The shadow cast by his bulky body protected me from the searing sun, and yet he presented a danger to me far greater than any that roamed these lands.

QUESTION : What’s the name of Leila’s tribe?

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