Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The Works Wednesday (Author Spotlight Kristine Cayne)

From the desk of Kristine Cayne:

Aftershocks (excerpt):

Jamie and his team dropped to one knee as a violent aftershock shook the building. Time seemed to slow and Jamie’s attention was drawn to a crack in the ceiling. Christ, no!
They were so close to victory. Let him be wrong.The groaning of the building as it swayed was so loud, he almost missed his wife’s frantic words over the radio. “Be safe, Jamie.”

“Rickie, are you all right?”He watched, his limbs paralyzed by horror, as a massive concrete support column from the north side of the building buckled. The I-beam it was holding up toppled with it, crashing down directly over the location of his wife and child.

Her loud scream filled his faceplate, and he knew he’d hear it until the day he died.The connecting wall and ceiling crumbled and thousands of pounds of construction material pounded down over the area in the beam’s wake. A roar tore through his throat as he imagined their bodies mangled and trapped under the weight. “Rickie! Chloe!”When she didn’t reply, his heart broke, unable to believe things would end this way. It couldn’t be. This couldn’t happen.Then he heard it. So soft, so final. “I love you.”

“Rickie!” he screamed again. “Rickie!” Oh God. No. Determined to get to her, to Chloe, he took off at a run, charging through the fallen structures.Until strong arms dragged him back. “Jamie. It’s too unstable. Remember your training.”Drew’s calm voice pissed him off. “Fuck my training. My family is there. I’ve got to save them.”

“I know. They’re my family too. But you can’t do it this way.”Jamie looked down at his younger brother. He was solidly built, but not as tall as Jamie. “Who’s going to stop me?”

A hand clasped his shoulder. “I will.”

His heart sank. If push came to shove, Hollywood could probably take him. Fuck. “Come on, guys. You can’t expect me to just stand here and wait for them to die. We’re the damn technical rescue team. Let’s do our jobs and rescue them.”

Hollywood clapped him on the back. “Now you’re talking. But we aren’t charging in there like jackasses on meth.”

Under His Command (excerpt):

Something soft and cool slid over Erica's eyes. “What’s this?” she asked, reaching for it.

“Shh… It’s just a blindfold. To heighten your senses.”

Like she needed her senses heightened? He’d already taken her places she’d never been. “I’m not sure about—”

Jamie's hand smacking her butt cheek completely derailed her train of thought. “Did you just slap me?”

“That was a spank. Now turn around.” He tied the scarf over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

She really should resist, tell him to stop. Something. But she didn’t. “Okay. Why should I let you spank me?” she asked. So far this night had been like nothing she’d expected. Jamie was skilled and unpredictable. And she was genuinely curious.

“Because you love it.” His fingers trailed down the crease between her cheeks and dipped into her. Her body convulsed, pushing against his hand to take more of him. What was it about fingers that felt so darned good?

Another smack, this one a little harder, had her trembling. “See how wet you are? How good it feels?” he said.

He was so right.

Everything Bared (excerpt):

William lowered his head, pausing when their lips were a mere breath away, and whispered, “For the record, I’m very happy you came to see me.”

Danielle's lips parted as if she were going to respond, but he didn’t give her a chance. He melded their mouths together, his tongue sweeping against hers in an erotic dance that brought back all his pent-up desire in seconds. His cock hardened at the taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her in his arms. Her moans flowed through him, fueling him. He needed to touch her, to have her skin against his. Now.

After a quick glance to make sure the door was closed, he dragged her around his desk and sat in his chair. Her eyes blazed as she straddled his lap. No words were spoken. No words were needed. His hunger for her had to be as evident as hers for him.

Wrapping his hands around her slim waist, he yanked her against his chest. His cock nestled at the apex of her thighs. She ground against him, increasing the pressure, driving them both mad. “I love seeing you in uniform,” he murmured against her lips. The dark blue of her house pants and shirt set off the creaminess of her skin, and her eyes stood out like two perfect Godiva chocolates.

“Wait until you see me in my bunker gear,” she teased, and he wanted to eat her all over again.

But Danielle seemed to have something different in mind. She squeezed her hands between their bodies and began to tug at his belt. “I love seeing you in these fancypants suits. Do you have any idea how hot you look? Those Armani models have nothing on you.”

She paused in her efforts to undress him and traced the erection that ruined the perfect line of his trousers. He groaned and laughed at the same time. “I’ve got a lot of suits.”

“Thank God.” Leaning in, she licked his chin and pressed her lips to his in a scorching kiss that threatened to make him explode on the spot. Finished with his belt, she popped the button and went to work on his zipper.

When her hand slipped inside his pants and snaked down to grip his cock, he let his head fall back. A groan tore through his clenched teeth. “Your hand feels so fucking good.”

Her chuckle had his eyes snapping open. “What?”

“You cursed again. It’s cute.”

This was the second time she’d laughed at him about swearing. Did she think he was a wimp? Not as tough as her firefighter coworkers? Perhaps it was time to teach her a lesson, give her a taste of the man beneath the veneer. “Cute, Ms. Harris?” he said, pinning her with a glare, his voice low and controlled. “Would you like to know what I plan to do to you?”

Her smile faded.

“I’m going spread you out on my desk and pound my cock into your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream. So hard you’ll come until you’ve got absolutely nothing left.” With her legs wrapped around his waist, he pushed to his feet and shoved his papers aside as he lowered her to the polished surface of his desk. “Still think I’m cute?”

Eyes-wide, mouth slack, she shook her head. He fought the urge to grin.


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