SEXY SNIPPET DAY – from LOVELY, Steaming Hot Romance

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***Sexy Snippet Saturday***

From LOVELY 
a contemporary erotic romance

~~Not all power in D.C. is wielded by politicians (except, perhaps, by this one)~~


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Jonathan stood on the blazing hot concrete longer than he cared to, but he needed to resolve the internal debate that had raged in his head since he sat down. The last person he expected to see here was Christiana Snow. Yet, there she sat, tempting him like a creamy delicacy.

A fall of blond hair cascaded over the back of the chaise and her long, elegant legs stretched out, glistening with sunscreen. Small breasts, barely covered in triangles of sapphire Lycra, rose and fell with her deep breaths. She looked more serene than he’d ever seen her, certainly more than when they plowed into one another at the Churchill fundraiser mere days ago.

Her rosebud lips parted on a sigh. His mind filled with visions of succulent kisses—and wet sucking sounds from her mouth encasing his cock. He hardened instantly.

Perhaps running into Christiana at the fundraiser—and now here—was fated. He didn’t believe in such nonsense, yet some kismet seemed at work.

The more voluptuous Avery Churchill perched beside Christiana. She wore the same expression he’d seen at the fundraiser. Ennui and entitlement. She irritated the fuck out of him.  It was strange seeing these women from two different worlds together, given what he knew of Christiana’s family history. And, he was from yet a third universe.

He should walk away.

Christiana stretched like a warm kitten in a slat of sunshine.

She’s nineteen. Forget it. He had an election to win, a family legacy to restore, and a personal life that already skated the edge of respectability.

Walk. Away.

Her pink tongue swirled over her lips. He turned toward them. Jonathan had an hour before he needed to be at the television station. He could at least say hello.

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REVIEW LOVE
4.9 out of 5 stars on Amazon
(Thank you, wonderful readers & reviewers)

. . . simply unable to put it down. There were several little twists and turns which surprised me and kept me on my toes.”
~The Smutsonian, professional reader and reviewer

“Elizabeth’s obvious familiarity with the city of Washington DC is apparent from page one, and as we move briskly through this fascinating story, it is equally apparent that she is imbued with both a familiarity with the social life, the government types, and the shenanigans that only occasionally creep into the media.”
~Top 100 Reviewer on Amazon

“. . . an extremely well-told story that expertly balances romance, sex, and intrigue. It’s thrilling, highly erotic, emotional, suspenseful, and ultimately very satisfying.
~Amazon Reviewer

SEXY SNIPPET DAY – From LOVELY

**SEXY SNIPPET DAY**

 ~~From LOVELY 
a contemporary erotic romance~~

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Christiana inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. It reminded her of an exclusive men’s store, with hints of linen, wool and a trace of leather.

“How do you find the event?” His voice broke her trance
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“Oh, good, I guess. It’s an important event.” There. That’s something Avery would say.

“The cause, yes. But the party seems a little over-the-top, don’t you think?” He winked.

Her shoulders dropped a little under his warmth. He honestly seemed interested. Well, he is a politician. Yet despite his obvious charm, he seemed so normal—but not ordinary.

She exhaled heavily. “To be honest, I never understood why they spend so much money just to raise money. Why not just funnel it all to the charity?”

He laughed. “You should run for office.”

Christiana dipped her eyes to his lapel. She hoped the scar on her forehead wasn’t at his eye level. She tried to concentrate on the music, but the vibrations between her legs threatened to pull her off rhythm. As if reading her mind, he pulled her closer. Her nipples hardened as the bodice of her dress grazed his suit jacket. She should say something, make polite conversation. She could have used the distraction herself.

“Christiana.”

She peeked up at him under her lashes.

His face held a resolve, like a man used to wielding power. “Are you here alone?”

“Sort of.”

He smiled. “Have someone on standby?”

“No, sir. Nothing like that.”

“A date, then?”

She shook her head.

“Then I’m glad you agreed to dance with me, Christiana.”

Had she agreed? It didn’t matter. Christiana followed his steps . . . and his scent. Her arm lay heavy against his chest as his height allowed only her hand to reach his shoulder. Underneath his tuxedo, his muscles felt tight and hard. His strong thighs brushed hers. God, what he must look like under that suit.

He twirled her in a double spin that made her gasp. He smiled down at her, bemused. The music had changed to a Frank Sinatra song. He didn’t let her go. Don’t let me go. Not yet.

A steady craving warred with her nerves—and her good sense. One more dance, she told herself. Then you’ll leave.

His hand moved farther down her back, and a strange desire spiked, winning the battle. She wanted him to drop his hand lower, cup the curve of her bottom and draw her closer. Without thinking, she leaned into his body.

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REVIEW LOVE
4.9 out of 5 stars on Amazon
(Thank you, wonderful readers & 
reviewers)

“. . . simply unable to put it down. There were several little twists and turns which surprised me and kept me on my toes.”
~The Smutsonian, professional reader and reviewer

“Elizabeth’s obvious familiarity with the city of Washington DC is apparent from page one, and as we move briskly through this fascinating story, it is equally apparent that she is imbued with both a familiarity with the social life, the government types, and the shenanigans that only occasionally creep into the media.” 
~Top 100 Reviewer on Amazon  

“. . . an extremely well-told story that expertly balances romance, sex, and intrigue. It’s thrilling, highly erotic, emotional, suspenseful, and ultimately very satisfying.
~Amazon Reviewer

Lovely (Elite Doms of Washington, #1)

Sexy Snippet Day: Excerpt from UNTOUCHABLE. Oo-la-la.

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~~A smexy, wholly-inappropriate-if-you’re-at-work, reading moment awaits you below~~

~~From Untouchablean Elite Doms of Washington novel.~~

~~Not all power in D.C. is wielded by politicians.~~


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Not Safe For Work or Children
18+ Only Please

Carson tipped both candles over her wrist. Her fingers danced as the drippings made contact and she gasped. “Oh!” A wax line formed, the edges pooling on the sheet.

“You are being cuffed to the table with wax. If you break these restraints, I’ll find something stronger.”

She curled her fingers as if she tested the bond.

“Confirm.”

“I-I won’t break them.”

He streamed more wax until she wore a thin manacle on her wrist. The bond barely covered her skin. If she was the submissive he believed, she’d feel it like an iron chain.

“You’re mine tonight,” he said.

She sent her other arm out, away from her body as if ready for the same treatment. Her acceptance of his handling made his groin tighten in anticipation. Primal London had returned.

He secured the other wrist with a waxy shackle. But her legs would require more than candle drippings. In addition to the soy candles, he’d warmed his largest block of paraffin in a crock pot. If his mother knew what he did with her Christmas gift, she’d lose her final hope of him ever being domesticated.

He dipped a ladle into the wax bath and continued until her ankles wore similar restraints to her wrists. Now cuffed by wax chains, spread wide, he stepped back to admire London’s captivity. A small smile played on her lips, finally relaxed. Finally giving into the inevitable.

Carson picked up a small paintbrush and dipped it into the pot. He painted a thin layer of wax over one nipple. She arched and sighed under the sensation. He then took one of the larger candles, and holding it high, let a long stream flow over her breast. She cried out and flinched. One hand broke through its cuff.

Her forehead furrowed. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Of course not.” He chuckled. “That’s the point.”

She returned his laughter, but quickly swallowed it back. “Carson? I won’t do it again.”

He touched her arm. “Of course you won’t.”

After he resecured her wrist with more wax, her fingers quivered. Tension in her belly returned, perhaps fighting to lift herself toward him? Her pussy glistened, and not from oil, but from growing arousal. London enjoyed being handled, he thought. He mentally added the sentiment to London’s List.

She balled her fists. The thin shackles didn’t crack. He spilled more melted candle onto her waiting body. A seal formed over her breast from drizzling wax, spiral-fashion. My mark. “This is the only white you should wear.”

He turned to the paraffin wax bath and scooped out a full dipper of the mix. With one long stream, he drew small circles around her other breast. A coiled cap formed over her flesh. She squirmed under the liquid heat, soft moans escaping her lips. More candle drippings formed waxy rivers and tributaries over her belly and her hips. Her skin reddened around the waxy parts from the stimulation and heat.

He traded candles. He’d empty one of its liquid while allowing the others to burn down more, creating their own small pools of melted warmth. Large sections cooled to semi-hardness. Unable to stay motionless any longer, her back arched with each new stream that met her skin. Wax separated and cracked, except for the thin shackles securing her wrists. She balled her fists, as if willing them to stay intact.

By the time he’d moved to her legs, she took in big gulps of air. He ran one long line of warm melted candlewax down one thigh to her knee. A light sheen had formed over her upper lip and forehead. When he crossed her low belly with a large spill of wax, she squealed. Her hands threatened to dart upward. Her manacles barely held. But she stopped herself from completely freeing her wrists and ankles.

His belly clenched. London, the woman who fought his every move in meetings, argued every word from his mouth, now fought to honor his control. The shields London had erected to deny her desires had begun to fall away.

Now we begin.

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Untouchable (Elite Doms of Washington, #2)
 

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Review Love 4.6 out of 5 stars on Amazon

” . . .a well rounded and executed read. Highly recommend!”
~Amazon reviewer

“SaFleur perfected the balance between an intriguing story line and sensual erotica!”
~Amazon reviewer

” . . . had me hooked, and I didn’t want to put it down until the end. It was deeply erotic, sensual and steamy.
” ~Amazon reviewer

Sexy Snippet Day: UNTOUCHABLE. The Erotic Saga Continues.

Picture**SEXY SNIPPET SATURDAY**

~Who wants a little hot read on a Saturday morning? {Raises hand.}~

~The excerpt below is from Untouchable, an Elite Doms of Washington novel.~ 

~Not all power in D.C. is wielded by politicians.~


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Carson stood in thrall of London, who sat in his old hardback chair, a holdover from his father’s study. He doubted good old dad would have understood his methods. But perhaps he’d have appreciated the nude and blindfolded London, whose bare ass now graced its seat. She wore only his belt around her waistline.

As directed, her ankles circled the chair legs, which deliciously spread open her knees. She presented a portrait of perfect submission. If she’d stop fidgeting.

She cocked her head, listening, as he undressed. Now wearing nothing but a pair of well-worn fatigues, he was ready to do battle with her cheekiness—both literally and figuratively.

When he ran his hand from the crown of her head down to the side of her face, she leaned into his touch. He’d secured her hair into a tall, messy ponytail with an elastic, a leftover from a long-ago liaison with someone whose face he couldn’t have reconstructed if he’d tried. With London, so seductively perched on his desk chair, all past play faded like century-old wallpaper.

“London, what is the first rule of a Dominant-submissive scene?”

“Listen to you.”

“No. The first rule is to stay safe. If I restrained you, would you feel safe or in danger?”

“Protected.” Her answer collided with his question. Her chest pinked as if embarrassed by her quick admission.

Carson understood a woman’s deep-seated need to be special, cherished and chosen. But London’s answer was unexpected. From her.

One weekend wouldn’t be enough to solve the mystery of London Chantelle. Yet his desire to take down at least a few of her walls made his cock swell, a signal at least one part of him was up for the challenge. After all, he’d spent countless weekends teasing a sub’s trust to the forefront, and its ensuing courage. This weekend wouldn’t be any different. More intense, considering the effect she had on him, but still just a weekend.

“What now?” she asked.

“Right now, all I will allow is that you sit there. Wait. And listen.”

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Review Love
Average 4.6 out of 5 on Amazon

“SaFleur enthralls her audience, thrusting readers into her elite club of
Dominants with class. ”
~Amazon Reviewer

“SaFleur made it easy as readers to soak up the sex, intrigue, and at times touching moments between the focal points of the book. Artfully done, without losing the steam and heat that drives the book forward.”
~Amazon Reviewer

“After reading Lovely, I devoured Untouchable in a day. SaFleur’s characters are relatable (even in situations foreign to most of us), and her BDSM scenes are phenomenally well-written, and dare I say, researched.”
~Amazon Reviewer