Excerpt Contest - Vote for favorite

Today we're having a mini-contest featuring short excerpts from three wonderful stories. Enjoy them all. If you'd like to choose your favorite, click on the link at the bottom to access our voting survey. Have fun!

Now that she held him between her thighs, she spread her arms wide without releasing her grip on the chain shirt. The metal mesh tore like paper, rivets popping and links flying in all directions. He laughed in delight and let his arms hang back so the sleeves fell away. The chain shirt was torn from neck nearly to the bottom edge, dangling below them, held only by a few inches of intact chain at the hem. The links were cold against her thighs.
She pulled apart the last few inches of chain mail. The shirt dropped into the clouds and vanished. His chest was muscular and hairless, his shoulders broad and his arms nearly as big around as Leah's thighs.
His skin was smooth and pebbled with the chill of high altitude, his nipples tiny but erect when she slid her fingers across them. He shivered and grinned before he pulled her into an open mouthed kiss.
She was surprised by Victor's kiss. She'd expected him to be all fierce urgency and frantic tongue action. Quite the opposite, his kiss was almost calm, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth carefully, thoroughly. It was the kiss of a man with experience, not a callow teenager.
In her experience, most men never just kissed her. They were thinking about what they were going to do next, or comparing her to other women, or otherwise weren't completely focused on the kiss. Victor wasn't like most men. He was entirely present, with nothing on his mind but enjoying this kiss, sucking all the juice from this moment.


Ryder parked the truck and turned to Callie. “If you’ve changed your mind Callie, now is the time to tell me. Because once we’re in the house, I don’t plan on stopping until I have you naked in bed.”
Callie pressed against him, her mouth assaulting his as her hand moved along his erection, her own body throbbing with need.
“Race you to the bedroom.” She whispered and jumped out the truck door.
Callie ran up the stairs. Ryder cursed behind her as he stumbled through the dark living room. She stopped at the landing, slipped her t-shirt off, and threw it to Ryder.
“I’m winning.” She taunted.
Ryder’s heavy footsteps echoed after her. Just as she reached for her bedroom door handle, Callie felt Ryder’s strong hands around her waist.
“We’ll see about that.” He spun her around so his back was against the door. Callie lost her breath as Ryder’s thumbs rubbed the underside of her breast and his teeth gently bit her earlobe. “What’s my prize for being the first one in?”
Ryder pulled her into the room. The sharp crunch of glass under his heels halted them.
“What the hell?” Ryder muttered.
Callie glanced around. Faint moon light streamed in through the room’s window, and created eerie shadows that danced across the floor and walls. Even in the limited light Callie could clearly see the room had been vandalized. Ryder flipped on the light. Above the bed in bright green paint were the words ‘Dempskey slut.


“Don't you dare move or I'll blow your face off!” The kids’ voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like… a girl.
Tension ran down Mace’s body as the boy started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, then one slim calf, then another. His eyes flicked to the gun, then returned to the shapely naked thighs that couldn't belong to a kid -- especially not a boy. He certainly wasn’t into boys! Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman. And he couldn't wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.
He was disappointed when an oversized t-shirt – was that Marmaduke on it? -- blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience wore thin. But he still wasn't going to move, since he had no idea who this woman was descending the stairs. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which reflected off her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green – glaring -- eyes sparkle and snap.
A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. It wasn't fear or pain that made him suck in his breath as he watched unrestricted breasts bob under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples were two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus. He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”



Thanks very much to our three fabulous participants! You all managed to intrigue me.


Nicola McKenna said...

Wow, those are some excellent reads! Thanks Gail, Lyncee, and Jeanne for sharing your work, I really enjoyed them!
Best of luck, Nicola


Nicole North said...

Great excerpts!! I enjoyed them all!!

Abigail [All Things Urban Fantasy] said...

Just wanted to let you guys know I gave you award on my blog


Carol Ericson said...

Great job, ladies. Enjoyed them all!