My latest is out - RED IN THE HOOD with this killer, awesome cover and since it's Sunday, it's time for a little back story and a smoking hot excerpt complete with a kiss, of course!
One
of my favorite fairy tales growing up happened to be the classic Little Red Riding Hood. I often walked to my grandmother’s house but
not through the forest. Instead I
traveled the streets of my hometown, through my old working class neighborhood
where I never met any wolves but where other threats often existed. I had a red woolen sweater cape and much
later a red hooded sweatshirt but that’s about as close as I came to living the
story.
But
we don’t forget, especially writers and when I sat down to write my first
Romance On The Go submission for Evernight Publishing, I found myself thinking
about Little Red Riding Hood. That
brought to mind echoes of the old neighborhood and city too. Red happens to be one of my favorite colors
so the elements began to come together in a contemporary romance with an urban
setting with some fairy tale overtones.
Red In The Hood isn’t a modern
retelling of the classic fairy tale, not by any means. I think it would be safer to say it’s inspired
by the original. And while my hero is
named Wulfric – although everyone but the heroine and Wulfric’s German born mom
calls him Ric –he’s all male but not a wolf or even a shapeshifter.
Evernight’s
new Romance On The Go Line is intended for the busy reader on the go which
includes many of us. Their short but
complete tales are intended to be read at break, in an evening, during the
daily commute, at the doctor’s office, or at the beach. I’m working on another now because I’ve had
some awesome reader response so far on Red
In The Hood.
Here’s
a little excerpt and all the details from my latest, Red In The Hood:
Red In The Hood by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy $2.99 Evernight
Publishing
Tamara’s known far and wide as the girl in the red hood. Red is
not only her favorite color but a way to express everything from anger to love.
She hates her mundane existence. After tragedy destroyed her family life,
Tamara’s become a loner who shuts out everyone, even her one-time lover,
Wulfric.
Wulfric refuses to give up on Tamara, and when she yields to him, her life seems to shift back on track. But when danger hits, Wulfric steps in to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her. His life and their love hang in the balance.
Wulfric refuses to give up on Tamara, and when she yields to him, her life seems to shift back on track. But when danger hits, Wulfric steps in to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her. His life and their love hang in the balance.
Excerpt:
Tamara shook her head. “No but
thanks. I don’t want to be any trouble or make a fuss.”
He laughed. “Uh-huh. You’re always trouble, Tamara but I love you
anyway.”
His words hit her hard. Tamara savored them and yet they hurt. To avoid any more pain, she did what she
always did – prepared to run. She stood
up. “I guess I’d better go. You don’t
have to walk me there. I can find my way.”
With speed he stood up too. “I’m not
letting you walk through this neighborhood at this time of night.”
Before she could protest or say
anything Wulfric kissed her. His mouth
latched onto hers with familiarity and need.
Tamara responded, her lips crackling with sudden heat and her arms
circled his neck. Encouraged, Wulfric
kissed her deeper and his arms tightened his embrace. Her body erupted with a rush of desire and a
sweet yearning so poignant she ached.
Vulnerable at the late hour Tamara yielded to him, her defenses down.
Beneath the red hoodie her heart
beat a swift tattoo and her body heated as her secret places grew wet and
wanting. Wulfric’s hand crept up beneath
her jacket and shirt to fumble her bra open.
With an old trick he’d perfected he pulled her bra out through her
sleeve and his hands caressed her breasts.
He used his fingers to fondle her nipples into hardness, each one
standing at full attention. Tamara
should complain, she should thrust him away and leave but she enjoyed what he
did. She’d craved his touch and
delighted in every pleasure thrill shooting through her body. Her flesh tingled with delight, and when
Wulfric pulled off her red hood, then her blouse, she didn’t try to stop him.
Instead, Tamara clawed at his simple
T-shirt and removed it. Her hands
explored his lean torso, stroking his muscles with long-denied hunger. On impulse she put her mouth against his left
nipple and nibbled, her teeth bringing it hard as Wulfric moaned his
appreciation. His larger hands caressed
her breasts and he used his palms to titillate her nipples. Wulfric kissed her shoulders and neck. He nibbled until he left love bites, purple
marks of passion.
Her breath increased until she
almost panted with need. Urgency drove
her to unbutton her jeans and step out of them.
Tamara tossed the nylon scrap of panties she wore and when she did,
Wulfric’s gasp of pleasure fueled her ardor.
Physical need removed her emotional distance as he stroked her body with
such skill she cried aloud.
When he stood naked before her, his
cock erect and hard, Tamara knelt so she could take his stick into her
mouth. Her lips raked up and down his
shaft as she savored the feel of him in her mouth. She used her tongue to lick with slow,
tantalizing motions and then tightened her lips to suckle, drawing tighter
around him until he moaned.
Wulfric’s hand seized her hair and
pulled her upright. He kissed her hard
on the mouth and said, “Bedroom, now.”
By the time they reached his bed, a
rumpled mass of scattered covers, Tamara burned and her need increased until
she thought she’d die of want before he took her. Wulfric backed her onto the bed, kissing her
from mouth to bellybutton and then when she opened her legs to him, he dived
between. His tongue became a sword to
ravish, to taste, to tickle and to torment her clit. She writhed with the extreme delight
spreading through her body like wildfire, consuming Tamara in its wake.
“Ohhh,” she cried, unable to form
words or even coherent thought. Nothing
existed in the moment but their bodies and the exquisite sensations he
delivered. His cock thrust into her cunt
and fit. She squeezed him, tightened her
muscles to stroke his penis even as he worked it in and out of her with growing
waves of pleasure. In her abandon,
Tamara raked his back with her nails and lifted her body against his. In tandem they worked until they reached the
very center of both bodies and the rush exploded. Together they screamed with delight, with
total orgasm as their flesh rocked with the impact and everything turned
brilliant for Tamara. Blind, she
shrieked her joy and they collapsed together, in each other’s arms on the
bed. Breathless, soaked with sweat and
cum, she rested against Wulfric skin-to-skin.
In her wild need, fired with
passion, she’d demonstrated everything she long denied and judging by the smirk
on his face, he knew it. Denials spoken
in the aftermath wouldn’t work, so she said nothing. Wulfric cradled her against him and
whispered, “Stay.”
She should go, but…her parents
wouldn’t miss her, and Tamara didn’t want to move. Warm against his body, sated and comfortable,
she nodded. “I will, but just for tonight.”
“Forever.”
“We’ll talk.”
“You love me.”
Tamara didn’t even try to deny the
truth. If they’d just fucked, she could’ve
tried, but their experience combined enough sensuality with too much powerful
emotion to deny. When she didn’t answer,
his smile widened.
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