Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Valentino's Love Child - NEW Excerpt

Hey Eveyone,
Lucy's latest release; Valentino's Love Child just came out. To mark the release of this title, I've compiled a very special excerpt for you!

Enjoy the BRAND NEW excerpt from Valentino's Love Child. Please rememer to leave your comments on the blog as I will be choosing winners weekly for Lucy's new books!

It was time to take her clothes off.  He did, using the opportunity to tease and tantalize her further.  But revealing her peaches and cream body was a double-edged sword.  The light smattering of freckles over her shoulders and upper breasts were his downfall.  She had none on her face, so the cinnamon dots felt secret – private – for him alone.    A special knowledge shared just between them.  He was tempted to count them – with kisses – every time he got her disrobed.

This time was no different.

The allure of her body for him never diminished.

He traced the light dots on her skin.  “You are so beautiful.”

“You’ve got an unnatural affection for my freckles.”  It might be a full sentence, but the way she said it, breathless and pauses between words told him that she was no more in possession of her faculties than she had been a moment before.

“You think?” he asked against her silken skin, tasting the brown sugar dots that his mind told him could not be sweet but his tongue told him they were.  But then everything about her was sweet.

Dangerously so.

Her only answer was a moan as his lips trailed the natural path to one pebbled nipple.  She shuddered beneath him, her body translating her every feeling with sexy clarity.  She loved nipple play and he loved tasting and touching the turgid buds.

Win-win.  His favorite.

He delicately licked the very tip, then circled the peak with his tongue, moving slowly to lave her aureole despite the need riding him hard enough to make him ache.  He refused to rush this.  He had something to prove to her.

He kept at it until even the act of huffing a warm breath over her sensitized skin made her tremble and whimper.  Then he moved to minister in the same way to its twin.

“What are you doing?  Tormenting me?” she cried out as he sucked her nipple gently into his mouth.

He lifted his head and met peacock blue eyes glazed with pleasure.  “I am giving you more.”

“I don’t want more.”  Then she bit her lip as if realizing what she’d said.  “I want you in me.”

“Trust me, this…”  He carefully slid two fingers into her superbly lubricated, swollen channel.  “This is where I wish to be also, but only when I have given you more.”  He thrust with his fingers, hitting that interior bundle of nerves some women referred to as their G-spot.

She cried out, the sound adding to his own arousal, making it harder to wait, but he would.

Tonight would be spectacular.

He continued to massage her inner channel as he leaned down and once again claimed her mouth as his.  Her return kisses were desperate and filled with the feminine fire he found so irresistible.

Her vaginal walls clenched around his fingers as he moved them in and out, stimulating her g-spot with each slow stroke.  She undulated, her body straining toward him and moving with those tiny, involuntary jerks that enhanced her pleasure.

He could feel her need to climax rolling off her in palpable waves of sexual energy.  Her little whimpers against his lips were an inarticulate form of begging he’d become addicted to their first time together.

His Faith did not play mind games or try to hid her physical needs or desires.  She expressed them in a dozen different ways, all of which turned him on.  Sex with this woman was volcanically hot,  but it was also honest.  She amazed and delighted him.

Now it was his turn.

He brushed her clitoris with his thumb, just a light ,movement back and forth…back and forth, but that was all she needed.  Lunching upward with her pelvis, she convulsed around his fingers.  Her sharp little teeth bit into his lower lip as she made a keening sound in her throat, telling him without words that this was exactly what he wanted it to be.


He kissed her through the orgasm, helping her to come down, but not too far.  He was not done with her yet.  Not nearly.

When her breathing was less ragged, he gently lifted her legs so they draped over his forearms and he used the position to spread her thighs until she was completely open to his gaze.  Her entire body was still flushed from her climax, her labia a beautiful rose red he could not wait to spear with his own throbbing and as yet unsatisfied flesh.  Diamond hard, her nipples poked straight up, pleading for his touch.  A soft sheen of perspiration coated her upper chest attesting to the level of pleasure she had already received.

He started to speak and had to clear his throat.

She smiled at him and the words came out in a masculine growl he wasn’t anyway ashamed of.  “You are so incredibly beautiful like this.”

“Sated from your lovemaking?”

“You are not sated.”  He tipped is pelvis, brushing her entrance with the tip of his penis, eliciting a second keening sound from her.  He smiled.  “You still need me.”

Something flashed in her eyes, something he could not quite read but that looked a lot like vulnerability.  “Yes.”

“I need you as well.”

“I know.”  But the words came out sounding bleak.

He did not like it.  There was no place for melancholy in their bed.

“You are not my mistress.”  He didn’t know why he said it, but he felt compelled.

Her eyes widened.  “What?”

“You are not my mistress.  You are amore mio and my friend.”

“Yes.”  The smile she gave him was still tinged with sadness, but a glimmer of hope shone in her gaze.

Why it should matter to him that it was there, that he would even desire such a thing, considering what it implied from her earlier words, he did not know.  But illogical as it might be, he was glad.

“I am going to give you more now, carina.  Are you ready for me?”

She nodded, her breath coming out in little pants, but her body did not tense in his hold.  She trusted him completely.  Amazing.  Although she had climaxed, her body was ready for more.  Ready for him.

He pressed forward, allowing the head of his granite hard penis to brush her opening again, but did not go in, teasing them both.  Her lips curved in a familiar smile as she seemed to simply melt against the bed, waiting on him with a sexy expectation he adored.  It said she knew he would take care of her wants.

He thrust his hips, allowing his length to slide along her slick folds.  It felt so good – so perfect – he groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest.  With her, he was primal man.  “You are so wet.”

“You are so earthy, Tino.  No one would expect it.”  Using her lower back muscles, she lifted herself and increased the stimulation, showing the uninhibited aspect of her own nature.

“Only you get to see this side of me.”  That had to count for something.

“I better be the only one, mister.”

He laughed softly as he allowed his thickened member to finally breach her slick opening.  “You are like hot silk.  I feel like I am going to lose my mind every time I enter you.”

“I lost mine a long time ago.”  She pressed her head back inot the pillow, her eyelids going half-mast.

He smiled and shook his head as he moved forward with rocking motions that made it possible for her to take his entire length.  Maura never had.  He was long and thick and that had overwhelmed more than one lover, including his dead wife on occasion.   He and Maura’s intimacy had been loving and passionate, but nothing like what it was like with Faith.

Maura had never been as comfortable exposing her desire, which was to be expected as she had been raised in the very sheltered environment of a traditional Sicilian household.  But he adored that element of Faith’s lovemaking.  The way his current lover not only could take his full length, but craved it was something a man like him could and would never take for granted.

He could not help rejoicing in the amount of belief in him that Faith expressed every time they came together.

“You never flinch from me.”  The wonder that laced his voice embarrassed him a little, but like so many things with this woman – was an uncontrollable response.

In so many ways, she was dangerous to him, but he continued to play Russian Roulette with his emotions – risking the promises he had made to his dead wife.  His brain told him he should get out before he got in too deep, but everything inside him rebelled at the idea.

“Why would I?”  Her brows wrinkled in genuine confusion.  “We are a perfect fit.”

Perfect only because she relaxed so well for him – for she was tight.  Oh, so damn tight.  So, perfect.”

“Mmmm…”  She licked her lips.  “You’re big, but it’s good, Tino.”

“It is better than good.”

“Yessss…” she hissed as he finally sheathed himself to the hilt in her fantastic heat.

He tucked her legs around his hips.  “I need to kiss you.”

“Please, Tino.”  She was straining toward him even as he brought their mouths together.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

The part of his brain where guilt resided rejected that thought even as he set a steady, slow rhythm.  Kissing, their bodies moved together in a motion filled with tenderness he did not want to examine.

He could feel her desire building as was his.  He refused to go over, no matter how much his sex clamored for the ultimate release.  He was determined to bring her to another shattering peak.  Her second climax would be more intense than the first.

It would be more.


Amy said...

Andre, you picked out a great excerpt. I received Valention's Love Child several months ago in a month shippment of Harlequin Presents. It is a fantastic read. I could not put it down and have read it 5 times already. It is a MUST buy.

Eshani said...

Wow!! I think my screen is still steamy ;) Thank you so much for the excerpt!
Amy- that's a great recommendation, can't wait to check this one out.

kim h said...

wow that is hot
congrats on the book

CrystalGB said...

Great excerpt. Sounds wonderful. :)

Jane said...

Wow, great excerpt.

flchen1 said...

Oh my. Thank you for the hotness :)

booklover1335 said...

I have to admit, that usually I am not a Harlequin reader. I had read many of Lucy's books published by Brava, and picked up one of her Harlequin's after exhausting all other backlist choices...and I love them. It doesn't matter who Lucy writes for, they are always favs of mine.