Happy Hump Day!
Today, I have the lovely Iyana Jenna and a snippet from her newest release, The Recording Room.
Lucian gasped when Nate suddenly engulfed him in his strong arms. His initial reaction was to push the man away, but just like with their hands earlier, Lucian immediately felt as if accepting Nate’s hug was the right thing to do, and this was the right place for him to be. So that was just what he did, accept and lean into Nate’s hard body. A mild, musky, spicy scent attacked his nostrils and he breathed it in fully. It was a departure from the sea breeze and citrus scents Payton had favored, but Lucian didn’t mind.
He was surprised by his own thoughts. Who was he to think such things? He had just lost his boyfriend of three years yet now he gladly accepted another man’s comfort? He gave a sudden jerk back.
Nate gaped, startled. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
That surprised look was now mixed with hurt. Lucian felt like reaching out to Nate.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I was just…”
“You’re just lost and alone, but confused, too. Well, you should know you’re not alone. I’m here. I’ll listen anytime you want to talk more about it.”
Lucian stared at Nate, suddenly curious. Nate had been too…accepting. But Lucian felt comfortable with him. It was as if he’d known the man for a long time. Still, he needed to ask.
“It didn’t surprise you that I was with a man?”
Nate’s eyes flickered and he smiled a little. “No, it didn’t. When I first met you, I thought how beautiful you are and it’d be too bad if you had a girlfriend. But honestly, I’m sorry you lost your boyfriend.”
“Huh? When we first met, you blew up at my grandmother and me.”
“I was blown away by your beauty. I just tried to cover it up.”
They both laughed.
Lucian Salvatore returns to Clover East after his grandmother calls him home to take care of the family's recording studio. This is a welcome trip after the tragic loss of his boyfriend.
Nate Lockwood is the man who practically runs the Salvatore studio. He suspects he’s going to be replaced once Lucian comes home to take over the business. But Nate doesn’t plan on leaving Clover East so soon, at least not before he solves the mystery that’s the real reason he came to the small town in the first place.
Will Nate be able to discover what happened to his aunt who disappeared in Clover East so many years ago? What does her disappearance have to do with Lucian’s family ... and the haunted recording room in the studio where they both work?
Happy Hump Day!
For this week's tease, I'm offering a sneak peek into my current WiP, Finding Forever, a short story for an upcoming anthology call.
The following is an unedited snippet.
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“Give the skinny puke a chance, Samantha,” he said, his dimple appearing, “like you never would have back in the day.”
My hand lifted of its own accord and flattened against his chest. The nipple ring called out to me. Lower lip between my teeth, I slid my fingers down over the hard swell of his pec, grasped the ring, and tugged.
The groan Jason emitted let my raging beast free.
Fuck it—I wanted a taste. I grasped the back of his neck with my free hand and pulled him down. Heat blasted through me as our lips touched. Tangled. I wanted to bite, wrap myself around his hard body, and ride out the hurricane surging through my blood.
Hot damn, he tasted good—all sweet breath and hops. Couldn’t remember ever enjoying a mouth so much.
I dug my fingers into his neck, angling my head to take more, but his lips moved along mine in languid fashion, drawing a deep groan from me.
“You never asked me about my dreams,” he said the second the seal on our mouths broke.
I leaned forward and nipped his lower lip. “What are your dreams?” I murmured against the soft cushion of his mouth.
“Number one on my bucket list…taste Samantha Brady in whatever way I can.”
“Hardy har.” I pulled back from the caress of his breath enough to gaze into his eyes. “Come home with me.”
“That’s second on my list.”
I laughed. “What’s number three?”
“How about I show you?”
And, I didn’t think my panties could get any wetter. “Depends on what it is.”
He pulled me flush against his body, his brow cocked and hard length pressed against my stomach.
I licked my lips as my pussy clenched in anticipation. “Perhaps you ought to show me a bit more.”
By J. J. Lore
6 March 2015
While on a clandestine visit to Earth, Prince Edem of Alpha and his bondmate Mallet by chance meet a humble cook who intrigues them. The impulsive prince feels a brief fling with an exotic human female sounds like the perfect way to conclude their travels, while his more pragmatic bondmate urges caution.
Despite all the reasons to avoid her, the Alphans seek her out, intrigued by her prickly pride and defiant disposition. For her part, Corrine is intimidated by these imposing and mysterious alien men, but finds herself overwhelmed by their determined courtship.
Edem and Mallet convince themselves their deepening feelings for Corrine do not have to include bonding, since such a commitment is forbidden by the King and subjects of Alpha, determined to keep the bloodline pure. But when danger threatens, the three are forced to choose between having the galaxy at their feet or losing each other forever.
They made her shake. She’d thought it was first with anger, then fear, but as Mal eased his mouth against hers while Edem circled his fingers down her back, she knew she was shaking with lust. How had she gotten here? She’d been so insulted by the gift she’d rushed to them thoughtlessly and had somehow admitted to them she was frightened of sex, but now was barely able to keep on her feet for the heat blooming in her pussy.
Someone’s hands were pulling at the hem of her shirt, and she drew away from Mal to glance down and discover Edem had insinuated his fingertips underneath the material and was now rubbing along her bare waist. Her skin tingled. Mal reached for her buttons and had the front of her shirt open before she realized what was happening. When the cool air reached her nearly exposed breasts, she automatically reached to bring the edges back together, her breath rushing in and out with a mix of desire and caution.
“Let us see and touch. Just here,” Edem said softly as he caressed her lower back. Mal stared at her, his eyes darkening as he gave a slight nod. It was stupid to even consider it, but she seemed to be doing lots of stupid things lately. This could be the test. She could say no and hope they would stop. Would they let her control this? She didn’t want to say no yet, though. She sucked in a breath and urged her stiff fingers to cooperate as she released her grip on the shirt. She was wearing a bra, so she could say no when then tried to remove that final layer and expose her.
Edem let out a sigh and tugged at her sleeves, her blouse falling from her shoulders. She couldn’t stop her shiver as the cool air trickled across her back and stomach. Mal tightened his grip on her waist, and with a start she realized he had a sizeable erection and it was pressed into her belly. Normally, she’d shy away, but somehow knowing how aroused he was pleased her rather than made her anxious.
Mal trailed his fingers along her collarbones. “You’re lovely.”
“So delicate,” Edem chimed in, and she glanced at him, wondering what he thought of her faded, repaired bra. He was a powerful man on his planet and was probably used to women who were perfumed, groomed, and attired in beautiful chiffons and laces. She failed on all counts.
Sliding his hand along her side, Edem cupped one of her breasts, pushing her flesh slightly up. Her nipple contracted in a painful nub, and she inhaled deeply. He ran his thumb over the sensitized bit of flesh, and the material of her bra bit into her.
Mal dipped his head her way, long strands of his dark hair trailing along her bare shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top swell of the breast Edem was holding, and she shook at the sensation of both of them caressing her in synchronicity. She clenched her hands in confusion. She wanted to touch them but wasn’t sure how. She’d always been confused and tense with the few men she’d been with, which had undoubtedly contributed to her discomfort with the act.
Soft lips nibbled at her neck, and she leaned away from him, not to avoid the touch as she should, but to allow him more room. The ticklish sensations crept over her nerves, and she compulsively reached up to clutch at Edem’s head, her fingers sinking into his surprisingly silky hair. He bit her throat gently in response, and a surprised moan burst from her. Before she could think further, Mal had fastened his mouth over her nipple and pressed his teeth to the sensitized flesh. Her whole body jolted uncontrollably, and she cried out, unable to hold back the sound of surprise and excitement.
“It would be better without this,” Edem whispered in her ear as he ran his fingers under the shoulder strap of her bra. Mal rumbled against her breast, and she reached her other hand out to trace into his hair, careful to avoid those curving horns. “May I?”
J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her bestselling erotic romance releases, visit her at http://mllesnarratif.com/j-j-lore/ or follow on Twitter @JJLore1