Seven Sexy Scribes has a special treat today, the wonderful Em Petrova is our guest! Em writes some of the hottest stuff out there that also has plenty of heart. Her writer’s voice is clean and fresh, and she makes it look easy. It’s her birthday week too so give Em and yourself a little gift and treat yourself to a Em Petrova book today. (Wink) we have an excerpt from her latest book “Untouched” that might just turn your key. So if you’re ready to sample a darker shade of chocolate, here we go…
Kink Me Up
By Em Petrova
As an erotic romance author, I spend a LOT of time thinking about sex. In fact, there are days I live, eat, breathe, and watch sex. I’m always looking into fun new ways for my characters to connect. To me, realism is best, though. I could read about the sexiest BDSM ever but deep down, I know I’ll never play in that way. Yet I’m not exactly vanilla.
I know a lot of you fall into this category. Let’s call ourselves Dark Chocolates—decadent and rich. So what happens when your partner is milk chocolate or even cookies and cream? Well, we have to spoon-feed him bits of dark chocolate at a time to get him accustomed to it.
How do you ask for more kink?
1. Play teacher. Let him walk in on you draped in a silk cloth. Then ask him to tie you up with it. Make sure you have a safe word—always! If either of you are uncomfortable, it’s not going to be a good experience.
2. Read a hot book. I happen to know an author who writes scorching hot sex. *wink* Read a passage aloud to your lover or let him read over your shoulder. Bounce your foot while reading and say, “Listen to this, babe.”
3. Turn on the tube. Yep—instead of connecting by turning off the TV, tune in to a sexy flick together. Find something that pushes both of your boundaries and ask what makes him hot.
Communication is everything! Read on for a sexy excerpt of my latest release in the Rough Boys series UNTOUCHED, now available from Ellora’s Cave http://www.ellorascave.com/untouched.html
EXCERPT RATED ADULT:
Mason choked the engine of his chainsaw and adjusted it until it was purring. Much like Eva last night.
The vibrations of the saw ran up his arms and through his shoulders. He squinted up at the treetop, assessing it once more. Never could be too careful. Loggers died every year. Even those with a ton of experience like him had accidents.
He tried to shift his night with Eva from his mind so he could focus on bringing down this white oak. The top was heavy on the right side but he didn’t want it to fall that direction. If it did, it would take out a solid thirty-incher that could be cut in a second wave.
He wanted this particular tree to shoot the gap he’d cleared to the left, which meant some fancy saw work was needed.
The wind was nonexistent and the air still after his regular faller, Tommy Cook, had just felled a tree. Two hundred yards away, he was busy select cutting too.
Mason approached the tree and set his saw blade at an angle. The teeth cut through the thick bark and wood like a hot knife through butter. He pulled the blade back and dug in again, drawing the saw upward to cut a wedge from the trunk. Wood dust showered his arms and coated the backs of his gloves. It burned his nose and he sniffed deeply, loving the scents of the sap and the pull of exertion in his veins.
Using the point of his saw, he tapped the notch he’d cut. It dropped to the forest floor soundlessly, disappearing into the shallow drift of snow around the trunk. Circling the tree, Mason set his boots precisely, prepared to jump back in the event that the log kicked out.
Then, glancing around quickly to ensure no one was within distance of this tree, he set the blade at an angle on the backside of the cut. As the trunk was severed in two, it tipped. Cracking and popping noises sounded even through his hearing protection. He felt the smile of satisfaction spread across his face.
With a scream, the white oak plummeted, the top branches ripping through the limbs of other trees, brushing them in farewell. It slammed to earth with a resounding wallop.
A cheer went up from across the clear-cut. Mason looked up to find Tommy sending him a wave of camaraderie. He cut the power on his saw and thwacked his hands against his thigh to dislodge the sawdust from his gloves. The cracked brown leather gloves had been his father’s and one of the only things Mason had saved of the man’s personal possessions.
He’d found them on a high shelf in the entryway. Drawing them down, he’d brought them to his nose and inhaled the tang of leather and sawdust. Both scents he associated with his dad.
He set his saw on the fallen trunk and pulled off his glove. A shock tore through him as the sweet aroma of Eva’s arousal struck him. He’d spent all night loving her. Even this morning he’d fingered her to completion before allowing her to climb from his bed. Christ, he could hardly wait to get home to see if his sheets smelled of her.
He’d barely kept himself from begging her to stay longer. Returning her to Osborn’s house to pick up her little car had spurred that deep possessiveness in him again. Osborn had come outside to harass them about where they’d gone. Mason had put a stop to it, but not before Eva was as flushed as a Christmas rose.
He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. His balls clenched instantly at the scent of her he caught there. He’d promised to call her later tonight, but he felt like a goddamn teenager, dying to pick up the cell and call her now. Immediately.
What was she doing? Now that he knew she had a child to care for, he envisioned her in several different scenarios—the boy nestled on her lap as she read a story or seated on the floor building a block tower with him.
Why hadn’t he seen it before? She wore her motherhood like she displayed her femininity. She was always caring for people. Even hand-feeding Osborn a tartlet last night.
Mason wanted to jump in his truck and race to her house right now, and that scared the hell out of him. He’d never known such longing, even with his ex-wife. Eva and his ex were like heartwood and rotted wood though. One was strong and beautiful, something wood connoisseurs prized. Mason knew heartwood when he saw it.
Trouble was, he wasn’t going to stick around Salzburg Springs for long. He’d already contacted the company he’d left when his dad died a year ago and been told he always had a job with them. In fact, they wanted him as soon as possible. His roots weren’t firmly entrenched in western Pennsylvania, but they were plunging deeper after last night.
He mentally kicked himself. He never should have toyed with Eva. She deserved much more than a bachelor with a bent for rough play in bed.
Fires flared in him at the memory of her response to that heavy hand. She’d come unglued when he pinched her nipples so hard. And her skin had lifted to him when he tugged on her hair. How far could he push her?
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Thank you Em! Best wishes to you.