Recently, on the Nights of Passion blog, I talked about a new release coming up this Tuesday, November 21st. I was lucky to be invited into the anthology, Snow and Seduction, organized by author CM Stunich. It will include 18 stories ranging from naughty to really naughty… CM not only answered my questions about her writing and books (you can read it here on Nights of Passion) but offered teasers of the stories. Some of the stories were meant to keep you warm on those frosty nights… so here is an extended teaser from author Tate James, as well as from author Raya Love, CM Stunich, and Amanda Rose for your reading pleasure:)
“SLOPES OF SIN” by Tate James (included with permission)
“Your turn, Mila,” Slade prompted, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, only inches from my face.
“Hmm,” I pondered, trying not to groan aloud again when Drex’s finger’s hit a good spot on my feet. “Ryder … dare?”
It didn’t need to be an either or scenario. He had picked dare every time and only turned down the ones he couldn’t be bothered doing. It gave me the distinct impression he was a man with many secrets, but also not afraid of a challenge.
“You know it,” he replied and I chewed my lip while I thought. On the one hand, I could get him to do something outrageous. Now that we were all finished eating, he’d probably do it too. On the other hand, if he didn’t want to do it, then he just got more shots.
“I dare you … to … streak the length of the hallway.” I paused, thinking. “Twice.”
Ryder was quiet for a moment while he stared up at the ceiling then pushed up off the floor and grinned at me.
“Done.” He whipped his shirt over his head and threw it at me.
“Seriously?” I scrambled to sit up, but he was fast and by the time I’d righted myself and yanked the warm, man-smelling shirt off my face, he was already out the door and running.
“He’s quick,” Slade snickered. “Let’s hide his clothes while he’s gone.”
Wow, Slade was evil. I freaking loved it. Tossing him Ryder’s shirt, he quickly threw it all into one of the bedrooms then used a little set of keys to lock all of the bedroom doors.
“Smart.” I nodded, and he threw me a sexy smirk.
“Not our first rodeo, Mila.” Damn it … now I’m thinking about riding him.
“Seriously, Slade?” Ryder yelled, arriving back into the room panting and holding his hands over his junk. “You locked them all, didn’t you?”
“Payback, bitch,” Slade laughed, and threw himself down on the couch between me and Drex.
Ryder narrowed his eyes at us all trying and failing to contain laughter, then shrugged one sinfully toned shoulder.
“Suit yourselves. I’ll just sit here naked for the rest of the night then.” He sat down in the armchair facing the couch and, sadly, placed a pillow over his crotch. “My turn.”
The evil glint in his eye told me payback was coming. Oh well, I’d just take a shot instead of whatever he had in mind. My tequila tolerance was way up there, so I had no concerns of getting plastered … yet …
“Drex,” he said, instead of Mila—which was what I’d expected. “Truth or dare, bro?”
“Dare please, kind sir,” Drex replied, giving me a grin that was equally as evil as Ryder’s. Shit. Those two were like the dynamic duo, so this couldn’t be good.
“I dare you … Drex Bailey … to kiss someone in this room for a minimum of thirty seconds. With tongue. Groping optional.” Ryder nodded, like he’d just come up with a bloody Nobel Prize winning idea. The bastard. Actually, come to think of it … I was pretty okay with this dare …
“What is this, high school?” Blaze snorted but Drex threw a cushion at him to shut him up.
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SNOW AND SEDUCTION
A STEAMY REVERSE HAREM WINTER COLLECTION
FROSTED BY MY BILLIONAIRES
by Amanda Rose
Lust and attraction are powerful things, but they pale in comparison to the feeling resting deep in my pounding chest, a sense of euphoria so strong it goes beyond the physical to something bigger. And instead of an insistent pulse between my thighs, Jack’s kiss makes my toes tingle, my breath hitch and gives me butterflies like I’ve never before felt. It’s intoxicating beyond words.
“Jack,” I moan breathlessly against the softness of his lips, pleading for the feel of his hard body against the softness of my own. He gets on the bed, sliding the length of his firm body against me. I moan; my sex clenches with appreciation. The strong emotions rolling around in my chest are too much to bear and a frenzy overtakes me. I spread my legs and reach for him. He catches my hand lightning quick, pressing a kiss to my fingers before grabbing both hands and pinning them there with one of his.
“You are such a fragrant and beautiful blossom, rare and precious.” He looks into my eyes as he speaks, letting the emerald green orbs convey to me that this is no empty compliment. My whole body vibrates with the need to be touched by him. My chest fills with excitement, my breasts rising and falling with each shuddering breath.
Jack pulls his gaze from mine momentarily, dropping his mouth to my nipple and teasing the pebbled point with a flick of his tongue. Then he settles between my thighs. My pussy is tender and sore from fucking Hudson, and Colden, and Gabriel.
Jack pushes his erect cock into my core with agonizing slowness. He keeps the verdant fathoms of his perfect eyes locked on mine, pinning my hips with his own. The generous swells of his muscular arms trapping mine above my head. But it’s the scope of profound understanding I see in his eyes that truly holds me captive. I feel exposed under his intense scrutiny. Jack’s gaze seem pierce right through me.
SLOPES OF SIN
by Tate James
The way Slade Knightbridge kissed was totally unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was unhurried, careful, and deliberate but with a raw passion and possessiveness that sent a ripple of excitement coursing through me. I was playing with fire, making out with these two, and I knew it.
A tentative hand settled on my waist, and I resisted the urge to laugh. Who’d have ever thought the Kings of Snow would need direction in a three-way make-out? Sadly, that was probably all this could amount to, given that the lifts could start up again at any moment. Although … it’d be fun to race the clock …
Breaking from Slade’s possessive kiss, I stayed where I was in his lap but turned my face to capture Blaze’s lips with my own. While I quickly adjusted to his hot, demanding style of kissing, my hands snaked under the heavy waterproof fabric of Slade’s snow jacket until I reached the burning hot skin of his belly. He sucked in a sharp hiss, and I guessed my fingers were pretty damn cold since I had no gloves on.
Shifting my weight so that I straddled Slade, I kept my lips engaged with Blaze. Thankfully, he was a quick learner and slipped his hands beneath my own woolen clothing, grasping my breast through the thin lace of my bra as I moaned appreciatively.
My hands made quick work of Slade’s snowboard pants, and within moments I had his hot, hard length in my palms while his lips sucked and bit at the side of my neck.
“Fuck, Mila,” he groaned as my hand began to move up and down his shaft.
“Oh shit,” Blaze muttered, having pulled back from our kiss at the sound of his buddy’s voice. His attention was sharp on my hand as I lazily jacked another man off in front of him.
“Problem, Blaze?” I asked, like the cheeky shit I was. My voice was breathy and thick with lust, so I really hoped there wasn’t a problem here. I had zero intention of ever repeating this liaison so wanted it to end in a satisfying way.
Blaze shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes from Slade’s dick in my hand for a second until his teammate reached up and cuffed him in the head to snap him out of it.
“If there’s no problem, then what are you doing gaping?” Slade growled, then sucked a sharp breath as my hand tightened around his shaft.
BLIZZARDS AND BASTARDS
by C.M. Stunich
Just as I’m starting to question whether I imagined the strong sexual tension between Frost and me, he’s opening the door and slipping inside.
Slipping inside the room, that is. Inside the room. Not me. Not yet.
“This is just a quick thing between adults,” Frost says, his pupils dilated, his cock obviously erect underneath his black jeans. I swallow hard as his smell overwhelms me, the sweet and musky scent of sage and pine. Oh, holy lord. He smells like the Balsam Fir incense my dad always special orders in bulk from the Vermont Country Store.
I love that fucking smell.
It’s a part of my goddamn identity.
“Purely a biological need being fulfilled,” I say, huffing out my breath and reaching up to gather my brunette hair so I can pull it over my shoulders. “Like … when you’re hungry and you eat a sandwich …”
“Shut the fuck up,” Frost says, but before I can protest, he’s scooping my face up in his hands and pulling my mouth to his. He crushes our lips together, tossing aside all the typical niceties of a romantic encounter and going straight for the sex.
Works for me.
We aren’t going to see each other ever again after today, so what’s the harm? I wasn’t kidding about that sandwich thing either. If I’m thirsty, I get a drink of water. If I’m horny, I … screw a random rockstar on his tour bus.
Frost puts his hands under my ass and lifts me up onto the countertop, stepping between my thighs and pressing the hard bulge in his jeans against my white leggings. He grinds against me as we kiss, moving his hips in a way that tells me this is going to be good.
Our kiss breaks apart and he pauses for a moment, his eyes half-lidded, his breath feathering across my wet lips.
“You’re a much better kisser than you are a stalker,” he says, and I grab him by the waistband, dragging him even closer.
“Let’s hope you’re a better lover than your rude and unintelligent commentary implies,” I say, ripping his jeans open and sending the button flying across the room. Oops. Whatever. He’s rich, right? He can just go out and buy some more three hundred dollar jeans.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he mutters, shoving his pants down over his ass, revealing a pair of way-too-tight black briefs. But, oh, the way they cup his family jewels? Beautiful. My star-covered hand slides down the flatness of his t-shirt, feeling his hard muscles begging for skin to skin contact underneath. I cup his junk with my hand and massage it, groaning so loudly that Frost reaches up his own tattooed hand and clamps it right over my mouth. “Shh,” he purrs, “screwing random girls is Vale’s thing, not mine. I don’t want this getting out.”
I flick my tongue against his palm and this time, he groans.
“Shit,” Frost murmurs, pulling open the drawer next to my left leg and digging around inside it. He comes up with a condom and tears it open with his teeth, slowly dropping his hand away from my mouth.
“You’re not supposed to use your teeth,” I start, but he just rolls his gorgeous green eyes and clamps his hand right over my mouth again. Normally, that move would just piss me off, but … no, no, it does piss me off, but I’m totally feeling this whole hate-fuck thing we have going on right now.
Frost holds the condom package between his lips for a moment, uses his left hand to shove his underwear over his cock, and lets it spring free between us.
HOLLY’S JOLLY CHRISTMAS
by Raya Love
“Oh, you are in for it now, babe,” he said in a deep, desire laden voice. And that was all the warning that I got before his mouth was on mine, giving me a scorching kiss that left my head spinning more than the eggnog had. I leaned into it, lifting one leg over his lap to straddle him, my arms now around his shoulders.
I could feel his considerable hardness pressed against me as our hips ground together. His hands found the zipper of my snowsuit and hastily pulled it down, allowing him to reach inside and slide his palms over my breasts.
I was getting desperate to feel him inside of me, the longing becoming stronger and stronger until I couldn’t stand it a second longer. Freezing weather be damned, I tore myself away from Jasper’s crushing kiss, pulling my arms out of the snowsuit and adjusting myself so I could slide the rest of it down to my knees, taking my leggings with it and leaving me completely naked from the waist down. I threw the blanket aside and turned to position myself on my hands and knees, looking back over my shoulder and watching the look of raw hunger that danced in his evergreen gaze.
“Holy fuck,” he said softly, his tone filled with reverence. “You are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”
“I want you Jasper.” My voice sounded ragged , husky, pleading almost. I moved my face forward again, the view of the whole valley so far below us making me feel as though I was on top of the world. I could hear him moving behind me, but I couldn’t see anything he was doing, which was making the anticipation build to a crescendo. I was almost to orgasm and he hadn’t even started yet.
His ice-cold and snowflake tattooed hands gripped my hips with a bruising strength, sending goose bumps racing across my skin. I could sense him inching closer to my sex, preparing to enter me. I was aching in need, wanting him to fill me with his thick shaft more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. When he finally pushed into me, I let out a triumphant scream of satisfaction, my voice echoing through the woods around us. He moved in me roughly, the force of his thrusts rocking me to my core.
We rutted like wild beasts on that cliffside. A gentle snow began to fall, dusting us with powder and making the whole world look clean and new. The sharp breeze was howling against the stones, a mirror of our own cries of passion. Both Jasper and I had let loose our inhibitions, our primal instincts driving us in unison.
My release was close; I could feel it coiling inside of me, on the verge of explosion. One more thrust of his diamond hard cock into my heat and I was pushed over the edge, my pussy convulsing around him and drawing his own climax out. He dug his inked up fingers into my hips with a fierce brutality, holding me against him tightly as he spilled himself into me and let out a deep, possessive cry into the starry night.
Holy shit. That was a wilder ride than the fucking snowmobile could ever give me.