Welcome to another edition of FRIDAY FLAMES where I share an author’s hottest, spiciest scenes!
Every scorcher need not be long and drawn out or even explicitly written.
It can be how the author sets up the encounter.
How the sexual energy zaps between the characters.
How we can read between the lines and imagine with phenomenal clarity!
Today’s guest is a very special treat!
Not only is she a National Bestselling Author, she is also a great friend of mine!
An Amazon Top 50 Bestseller (all books), this series was conceived as a humorous take on time-travel bodice rippers. The author is a comedy writer.
“Bawdy, Lusty and Fun”
“Outlander meets Sex and the City”
“Is that a broadsword on your belt, or are you just glad to see me?”
When Rowena falls through her classroom wall and lands in an alternate world, she doesn’t count on being kidnapped ―not once, but thrice ― and the stakes get higher as the men get hotter.
College instructor Rowena Revel has a magical gift with animals and a huge problem. Gorgeous tunic-clad men keep walking through the wall of her classroom. If that isn’t enough, she’s being haunted by sexy dreams in a rugged land. Curious, she checks out the wall and falls through a portal into the world of her dreams.
After years of war, women are scarce. Rowena finds herself in a heap of mantrouble when she ‘accidentally’ marries distant cousin Ivan. Enter Cedric, who dabbles in black magic and has an even blacker heart. Throw in a Viking, the local wolf-king, a band of brigands, and a goth-clad student who follows her through the portal, and Rowena is off on a rollicking adventure. Too bad she doesn’t count on being kidnapped ―not once, but thrice, dammit. Unwanted husbands keep piling up, but that doesn’t stop her from falling for the wrong brother. Not only that, she has eighteen year old Kendra to look out for and a war to prevent.
Good thing she has the ability to go back through the wall. Or does she?
EXCERPT:
He slid into bed beside me. “Let me do this properly tonight. Let me show you how I feel.” His hand moved to hold my breast. I heard him sigh. “Why were you really crying? Tell me. I need to know you better. You are more tenderhearted than I thought.”
I thought about lying, but truly, what more could I lose by telling the truth?
“It is horrid when your dreams are dashed.” I whispered. I looked up into his deep blue eyes then and saw a man who loved me.
“Ah,” he said, and kissed my shoulder. “You have dreamed of this too.”
His hand moved up and down me now, feeling the hollow of my waist and the rise of my hips. “Do you have any idea how much I have wanted you…for days and weeks you have haunted me. I turned to books to learn everything I could about what I could do with you. I longed to know your scent, to taste you. You are beautiful down there, like a flower. So lovely…so much more than I imagined.” There was something close to worship in his eyes.
“The beast is gone, I promise you. I won’t let him back. Go back with me in your mind, to that day in Scottsdale. Remember what you saw in the bedroom? It’s me again. Look.”
He sat up and took my hand. He placed it on his chest, that same chest that had lit my desire before. The black hair beneath my palm was soft. “This is my heart,” he said. “You hold it in your hand. Don’t crush it, I beg you.”
One finger traced my eyebrow. ‘I love your eyes. They are truly windows to your mind and soul. I could not be a man and not love your body, but Rowena, it is your mind that captures me the most. How could there be such intelligence in one so beautiful?”
He moved over me and kissed my mouth gently. He licked the tears from my face. “Sweet and salty.” I was starting to warm.
His finger moved to my mouth. “So many times, I’ve heard words from this mouth and wondered what it would be like to be this close. Let me in, Rowena. Taste me.”
His mouth came down on my parted lips. I melted, welcoming his tongue. That warm caramel feeling flowed through me, working its way down. His mouth left mine and went down to my neck. He kissed, tasted and licked. “What is this small indentation here called?”
“The clavicle,” I said.
“Clavicle…” He tried the word. “I love it.” He trailed his nose from there to between my breasts. “So much to choose from.” He stopped abruptly. “I want to get closer to you.”
He moved off me and sat with his back against the headboard. “Kneel in front of me,” he said. “Come closer.” He pulled me closer.
Now or never. Thane was letting me choose. I climbed on top of him and moaned as he slipped inside me.
His eyes widened in surprise. “I had not meant for that, but this is glorious―no, don’t move off! I didn’t know it possible.”
I blushed. I had assumed too much. “Move your knees up a bit, to keep me balanced,” I whispered.
He obeyed, holding me close. His mouth found my nipple and his hand fondled my other breast. I wrapped my arms around his head and breathed his hair.
We were as close as any two people could be.
He reached between us. “Touch here, Rowena. Feel where we become one.”
He guided my hand lower and I shivered, rocking slowly at the intense pleasure. He pulled his knees up higher. I put my palms on the wall beside his head and pushed up with my thighs, moving up and down in a slow, lingering dance. He groaned. His teeth grazed my breast as we rocked together, bathed in moonlight from this world’s two moons.
I tried to move faster, but lost the rhythm. He growled and lifted me off him as easily as if I were made of mist. “Too slow,” he said, as he pushed me down on my back. He moved over me.
“It’s me, Rowena―not the beast. It’s still me.” He slid into me, his mouth covering mine. Both his hands linked with mine, and he moved into me, deeper, steadier, and all that time, his mouth never left mine. I gasped for breath when finally he raised his head and he was moving faster now, looking directly into my eyes. I blinked and felt pulling―yes, yes, that pull that would slingshot me into the air, and then I was flying, my eyes closed, and his mouth came down on mine again, I sucked his air into me, gasping for it.
I felt the rush of heat all through me. I felt him move inside me, stroking, sending heat waves through me. Then the power arched and bridged to something calmer.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
MELODIE CAMPBELL
The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.”
Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich.
Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine called her “the Canadian Literary heir to Donald Westlake.”
Melodie Campbell has won ten awards, including the Derringer (US) and Arthur Ellis (Canada) for THE GODDAUGHTER’S REVENGE. She got her start writing comedy, so no surprise her fiction has been described by editors and reviewers as “wacky” and “laugh-out-loud funny.”
Melodie has over 200 publications, including 100 comedy credits, 15 novels and 40 short stories, one of which shared a literary shortlist with Margaret Atwood. Her bestselling Rowena Through the Wall series was an Amazon Top 50 bestseller, putting her on the list between Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts.
The Goddaughter, a comic crime caper, received the following review from Library Journal: “Campbell’s comic caper is just right for Janet Evanovich fans. Wacky family connections and snappy dialogue make it impossible not to laugh.” Library Journal, Sept. 2012
Warning: The Rowena time travel fantasy series is not sweet romance; it is a sexy, funny, rollicking adventure series that started as a good-natured spoof of Outlander.
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