Shelli Stevens

Lacy and her kids came over. It was so fun. We sat outside in the 80 degree weather! Having a picnic while the kids went nutty swimming in the plastic wadding pool and running around the backyard. Tannon fed Emma M&M’s, and then Emma fed him some. You know, lifted it to the mouth fed. SO CUTE! Tannon’s an older boy, he’s 3 1/2 where she’s 2 1/2. LOL.

And the big news! I’m holding my next super big, fabulous contest to celebrate my next book that’s coming out soon The Pirate’s Booty. For details check out on my website http://www.shellistevens.com/funstuff.htm I’m kinda in the mood to post an excerpt. So here’s the mini premise, followed by the excerpt! It’s a little steamy! So conservatives be ware!

To save her business, Renee crashes a party thrown by the descendant of a pirate. She plans to steal back a brooch taken from her ancestor centuries ago. But what she doesn’t realize is that it’s a sex party, and Devon Murray is as notorious as his pirate ancestor.

Excerpt

“The rose is fine.” He took a step towards her. “Kurt misjudged.”

The sudden proximity of his body to hers made her knees threaten to give out.

“Please, come inside for your preparation.”

His hand settled low on her back as he guided her under the archway and through the massive door. She trembled at the slight contact. He wasn’t a conventionally handsome man. A scar marred his left cheek and his nose looked like it had probably been broken at some time during his life. Still, her body reacted to him as if he were some kind of sex God.

The foyer of the house was dark, with only a few candles burning in the entryway.

Renee looked down the hall, noting they were completely alone in the cold silence.

“Please stand against the wall, facing away from me.” His voice resonated in the foyer, deep and abrasive, sending chills of forewarning down her spine.

You can do this. You have to do this. Renee finally convinced her feet to move forward and take the few steps to the stone wall.

She sensed his hard body before he touched her. His breath fell warm and intimate on the back of her neck. Then his hands settled firmly on her waist. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“What is your name?”

“Renee.” She should have lied, but her mind was all fuzzy and she could only think about the hands sliding inward over her stomach.

“Renee,” he said, so close to her neck she felt his lips brush against her sensitized skin. She shivered. “Have you attended one of Devon Murray’s parties before?”

Even through the fabric of the corset, Renee responded to the fingers inching their way up towards her breasts.

She bit her lip before saying, “I’ve been to a few. You must have been off those nights.”

His laugh, low and seductive, echoed throughout the foyer. What had she said that was so amusing?

Suddenly he pushed her tight against the wall and she turned her face to the side to avoid the hard rough surface.

“So you know what to expect then.” His hand had reached her breast and closed over it through the corset.

“Uh…” what was the question again? “Yes.”

“Wonderful.” He delved his hand into her corset….

And I think that’s enough to keep it PG13. Or is it too late? Okay, now you didn’t think I’d forget the crazy pic of the day did you? Well, since we ended kind of on a dirty note, here’s my pic of the day. Could be completely innocent, unless you got a dirty mind of course!

Oh! Forgot to mention I sold the Halloween book. Got my contract for it this morning!