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Some of my favorite personal quotes..

"Everything I do, everything I am, all that I breathe is 18+ and will contain sexually suggestive material. ~ Gina Kincade 2011

"If you never have any expectations of other people then you will never be disappointed. When a positive experience occurs it is always a reason to rejoice." ~Gina Kincade, 2009

"I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow." ~Julia Cameron

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Last chance at #99cents! One True Mate by USA Today Bestselling Author Gina Kincade! #shifters #pnr #romance #datingagency #SHDA #booksale #bookboyfriend #FureverShifterMates #onetruemate #curvy #bbw #ginakincade




Excerpt:

"Luke. I can't take it. I can't..."
When he got to the over-heated apex between her thighs, he said only, "Shhhh, it's okay..." then dropped to his knees in front of her. He paused without pulling away, pressed his head against her belly and closed his eyes, his labored breathing evening out a little, the pause of his ministrations helping her quiet her own overwhelming desire. The momentary reprieve didn't last long.
Luke placed soft kisses first on the bottom of her stomach, groaning and growling as he went, his fingers digging into her hips, as if it were all he had to hold himself back, remain in control. She wanted to spread her legs for him, but his grasp on her hips forced her to stand still, not move without his consent as he traced his tongue and kisses over her thighs, her mound, her lips, before he looked up at her, dark eyes flashing with the intensity of his own need.
"Grab on to my shoulders, Tallan, and do not let go." he ordered, his voice gruff, hard, leaving no doubt he meant every word.
She did as he bid her, looking down over him with her eyes wide, curious, her fingers biting into the hard flesh so hard she worried it would bruise but she said not a word. She couldn't.
Luke grasped her broad hips and pulled her sex toward him, moving his hand to curl into the thatch of hair. He trailed one finger down to her crease and circled it slowly to trace over her folds, making her suck in a fast breath at the contact.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip as his fingers played over the tension in her blood-engorged sex. She'd become so wet, so slippery, she could smell her own musky scent as it drifted upward from the dark curls nestled tight to the apex of her thighs and he'd only just begun. That fact alone sent heat rushing into her cheeks.
He ran his tongue down her belly, stopping just before he reached her folds. He used his fingers to carefully separate the labia and then brought his face against her heated core, forcing a deep growl to bubble from her throat. Her panther was dangerously close to the surface now, with all these new sensations and emotions running rampant through her body and mind. She was a little concerned about her ability to maintain her control, not allow the animal within her to shift at this point.
She pressed the beast back, mentally reassuring herself she could do this, concentrate enough on Luke's actions and still keep her animal at bay. After all, this may be new to her but she knew control was a must, even if she felt like she were about to explode.
He blew gently against her heated skin, sinking a slick finger into her tight channel and she keened low and long at the welcome feeling of pleasure that ripped through her at the intrusion. She gasped, sucking in another deep breath and biting hard on her lip as he flicked the very edge of his firm tongue to the tip of her swollen clit.
Her head shot up and she arched, bucking her hips, and for a split second almost losing her grip on his shoulders as he darted his tongue in warm circles around the tight bud.
He followed her movements easily as she whimpered, howled, and shook as she released all the pent up tension, her desire, fear, everything in a rush of her juices and leaving beaded moisture covering his lips and chin. As the last of her climax retreated in delicious spasms, Tallan buried her face in his hair, still holding his shoulders tight.
Luke grasped her generous buttocks, buried his face against her belly and held her tight as the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had rippled through her.
Not sure what to expect next, she startled when he scooped her up off the floor, one arm cradling her legs and the other wrapped behind her back. She couldn't imagine any man could lift her, but he did so without even a grunt of effort. She let the thought pass as quickly as it had come and settled into his hard chest with a soft sigh, her head cradled under his chin.
Laying her out on the bed, Luke then stood back, admiring her, looking her over every inch of her without hurry or haste. A smile grew on his face, slow and perfect to convey how he felt about what he saw. He backed up, looking her up and down. It was like he sought to memorize the sight of her flushed cheeks, her unfocused eyes, her sated and lethargic body, and imprint the sensual view of her into his mind.
Her whole body tingled, begging for his touch. His eyes only teased, though they brought every ounce of her, inside and out, to life. The fact that she laid there, bare to his roving gaze, post-coital and letting him view her this way seemed to heal something deep inside her that had been ripped apart, shredded by the actions of others long ago. In a short amount of time, this man, his loving treatment and consideration for her, made her feel like a whole woman again, one ready and willing to give herself to a man.


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