Sassy & Southern

Welcome to the Hot Jocks Hop with Guilty Pleasures and Under The Covers. Hmmm…hot jocks. **Sigh** Okay, I’ll admit I’ve dated a few – a pro golfer, a couple of University of Alabama football players, but my greatest jock crush was the senior baseball pitcher at my high school (I was in the seventh grade at the time).  He had to go off and sign with a major league team and leave me heart broken. LOL Nowadays, I’m digging Derek Jeter. Who’s your favorite?

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter! Yes, I know, it’s a Christmas story, but how about a little Christmas in July cause if it’s not already hot enough for you, this award-winning book will surely heat you up.

 

CAN’T FAKE THS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world, Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.

So here’s an X-rated excerpt of what happens on the first day:

“Catching a disease somehow doesn’t concern me as much as being number God-knows-what.” How did one compete with that?

His hands wandered up my chest and neck to tilt my chin. It forced me to meet his intense gaze. “Something tells me you’re gonna be memorable.”

I doubted that, not with his track record.

He yanked me to his lips. We kissed with pent-up fervor. I sighed into his mouth, telling him of my need to feel every single detail of this moment. He tasted of confidence and adventure, his lips moving with exactly the right amount of assuredness. I refused to admit it was due to experience. I much preferred to believe he just excelled at what he did; Chase knew when to nip, when to suck…when to hold back. The kiss continued to tempt as he seemingly waited for me to press for more, to breach the barrier between a simple kiss and total loss of control. He surrendered the power to me, and I loved it. I caressed his tongue with my own. We allowed our hands to roam and search, seeking any way to pull each other closer. His body melded into mine. His erection rubbed my clit, and my pussy screamed in demand. Moist heat flooded my folds as our tongues collided with more passion than finesse. If Chase’s mouth were the forbidden fruit, then I was Eve, and I wanted every dad-blame apple on that tree. When he sucked my tongue, it tasted sinfully wonderful.

I could die right now knowing Frog #1 was a Grade-A kisser. My ability to think vanished. My body seemed to melt into molten lava right in his arms. I tugged at Chase’s shirt, and as I began to lift it, he eased me back on the couch.

“On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…” His voice took on a singsong quality as his hand slid under my damp panties. “Temptation in a hot package.”

I sighed. A vibrator had nothing on a man’s touch.

He traced my folds as if learning my body. It was more of a tease, exciting me for what would come. When his finger flicked my clit, the first trickle of orgasm bubbled up within me.

“Get naked.” After two freakin’ years, I couldn’t wait any longer.

He laughed at my order. “Oh, I want to and I will, but not tonight.” He tugged my panties off. “This is all about you.” A warm palm rubbed my ankle, calf, thigh…until his fingers found my clit again. My hips bucked of their own volition.

“Oh God.”

“Call me Chase.”

I was too lost to chide him. “Cha-ase.” My panting turned his name into two syllables.

His skilled thumb rotated in slow circles as a finger found haven inside me. It darted in and out, and as my muscles gripped it, he boldly inserted a second finger. He massaged my inner walls. I shuddered when he hit my G-spot. My weak legs spread farther apart, and I hiked one across the top of the couch. He smiled, then shifted his focus to my pussy, using one hand to open my slit and another to work magic.

It would have been too easy to give into only the physical pleasure since that’s what I’d always done. This time, I tried to pay attention to everything else. A fuzzy, fluttering feeling radiated from my stomach, fanning out. When it reached my chest, my heart skipped a beat. A smile spread over my face. This was unadulterated chemistry. The proof came in the heat rising from every pore of my body. My sweet perfume mixed with his fresh cologne and combined with the faint scent of feminine juices; the aroma intoxicated better than any wicked bomb.

I should have been self-conscious, lying open to his ministrations, selfishly taking all the pleasure for myself, yet I felt completely comfortable…and sexy. Maybe my lack of inhibition was because I knew after twelve days, I would never have to see him again, or maybe it was Chase’s amazing ability to show his appreciation for my body with a look, a touch, a smile. Still, the more he stroked, the more I became lost in the grip of passion. My orgasm gained momentum with each pump, every flick. My breathing hitched as my body coiled tight. God, how I wanted release, but I wanted to stay on the edge too. I wanted it all, the physical, and the emotional.

Digging my heels into the cushions, I pushed my hips up, increasing the pressure. He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered, but a nanosecond later, he used them on my clit. In such a short time, he’d already figured out what I liked most. “That’s it, baby. You’re so wet.”

“’Cause you turn me on,” I replied between pants, the heady smell of feminine arousal overpowering now.

The fast up-and-down motion of his fingertips sent vibrations all through me; my breasts trembled with it, adding to the rapturous torment. I clamped my fists shut. My mouth dried. My ears burned. I thrashed my head back and forth. God, I was so damn close. I couldn’t remember a time when any man held me on the brink this long. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on coming hard.

“Look at me.” The command was ragged and hoarse.

I didn’t want to. Eye contact was too intimate, but I knew that was part of the deal. To make love, I needed to go all the way. I locked gazes with Chase, and the desire I saw gave me the confidence to let go. To be myself with no self-consciousness. I watched in fascination as he inhaled the shuddering breath I exhaled.

Sex…y.

He ran one hand up my stomach to my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before rubbing my nipple. I didn’t believe it possible to feel this much pleasure at once, but Chase proved me wrong as he picked up speed and leaned forward to whisper, “Come, baby,” just before his lips crushed mine.

The kiss ignited a string of dynamite, burning my blood and searing my abdomen as I burst into an explosive orgasm. My hips jerked as waves of hot bliss rolled through my body. I wrenched away from his mouth to cry out as spasms rocked me.

“Open your eyes.” The words were clipped, his voice raspy, as if he were fighting for control.

I hadn’t realized I’d shut them. When I looked back at Chase, his flushed cheeks gave me a thrill. He wanted me and gazed at me with such affection my heart would have given a squeeze if it weren’t so busy pumping blood to the sensitive nerve endings of my clit.

He stared at me a long time as his fingers slowed, pulling miniorgasmic surges from my core. I sighed as he took deep breaths until his jaw relaxed. Finally he licked his lips and cocked a proud grin. I smiled back. He damn well deserved to gloat.

“You like that?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

He chuckled and pecked little kisses down my chest and torso. He nipped my hip bone and brought his mouth to my pussy. I heard him breathe in and hum in appreciation.

The slick sheen of sweat covering my skin began to dry. Chill bumps surfaced almost immediately when Chase moved away to kneel on the floor. Only then did it occur to me to wonder what he thought about my lying there spread-eagle and buck naked.

“Beautiful.” He stroked the hair fanning around my shoulders.

Well, all right, then. I felt giddy—stupid, raging-teenage-hormones giddy. The man was a prince and knew how to treat a woman. Especially one who hadn’t experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm in…ever.

My limp body wanted to lie there and salivate in the afterglow, but I summoned up some energy and rolled to my side. He sat close enough to touch, so I reached for him, my index finger drifting across his covered chest. “I want to see you.”

He winced.

“Sorry. I forgot about your bruise.”

“It’s fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Never. The bruise will fade, but…” He glanced away.

“What?”

“Not many things scare me, but almost dying sure puts life in perspective.” He went back to stroking my hair, staring like it belonged to him.

Like I belonged to him.

It made me feel more protected than possessed, which confused the crap out of me. Did I want to be cared for? Yes, just not by a player. When he looked at me like that though, I felt special. Chase had indeed perfected the ability to make a woman feel like she was the only one in his life.

I pushed up on my elbow for leverage and gently grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “I want you inside me.” I slid my hand toward his cock. It pulsed when I squeezed. “You want me too.”

“Fuck yeah, but here’s lesson one: a real man gets satisfaction in satisfying.”

*****

So what makes a real man for you?

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20 Comments to “”

  1. Shannon Says:

    I love that last line of the excerpt! That should be added to my list of characteristics for what makes a real man: satisfaction in satisfying. Definitely putting others first while not loosing yourself. I want my man to be his own person but considerate and not over-bearing.

    Thanks for participating in the blog hop and offering up your work!
    bas1chsemail at gmail dot com

  2. Donna Says:

    Love the excerpt! Another great series with athletes is Hot Zone Series by Carly Phillips!!! Who doesn’t love football player in their HOT HOT uniforms. LOL. Thanks for the contest!!

    donnasing777@yahoo.com

  3. Natasha Says:

    Thanks for the excerpt and the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

  4. Larissa Rodgers Says:

    I like a confident Alpha male! Thanks for the chance to win :) raynman1979 at yahoo dot com

  5. Yvette Says:

    Great excerpt! Thanks for the chance to win.
    Yvette
    yratpatrol@aol.com

  6. Casey Crow Says:

    Shannon – thanks! Glad to have you.

    Donna – I’ve read the Hot Zone series. Love it!

    Natasha – Enjoy the hop!

    Larissa – I dig those Alpha males too!

    Yvette – Glad you liked the excerpt.

  7. Tammy Says:

    I am not really into real life sports but Susan Elizabeth Phillips Chicago Stars series and Lorelei James Rough Riders is amazing. Just thinking about those bull riders in their tight jeans get me … well you know! LOL

    Thanks for the contest

    pademe_lee@yahoo.com

  8. Brunette Librarian Says:

    Wow! That was an amazing excerpt :) So glad to find a new author!
    brunettelibrarian AT gmAil . c0m
    The Brunette Librarian Blog

  9. Dawn Says:

    Hot excerpt!! thanks for the chance to win :)

  10. latisha depoortere Says:

    Thank you for sharing would love to read this book and I love christmas :) Thanks for the great giveaway!
    Latisha D
    tishajean@ charter.net

  11. Jess Says:

    Thank you for the chance to win

    jessharrison78@yahoo.com

  12. Casey Crow Says:

    Tammy – I love Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I’ve met her a couple of times, and she is wonderfully gracious and nice.

    Brunette Librarian – Well, I’m glad to find a new reader. I love your screen name!

    Dawn – Thanks. Glad you liked it.

    Latisha – It was a really fun book to write, even though I don’t know if I’ll ever write a book with 12 sex scenes again. Whew!

    Jess – Thanks for stopping by.

    Guess what everybody – just found out that my other release DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE is now available in PRINT! Woo hoo! http://www.bookstrand.com/dance-with-a-millionaire

  13. BookAttict Says:

    The first sports series I fell in love with is Diedre Martin’s New York Blades series!!
    Thanks for the amazing giveaway!
    elizabeth @ bookattict . com

  14. books4me Says:

    I love an alpha man and a strong woman….creates good story friction and sexual tension!

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    books4me67 at ymail dot com

  15. Casey Crow Says:

    Book addict – I haven’t read that one. Thanks for telling me about it.

    Books 4 Me – You are so right. Love great tension.

  16. Andie Wardlow Says:

    What makes a real man for me is strength, loyalty, compassion and how they interact with children…so damn sexy! Makes me want to have one! Lol.
    andieleah78@gmail.com

  17. Casey Crow Says:

    Andie – I agree. Love seeing a man interact well with children. In this book, Can’t Fake This, Chase does that with Anna’s kids. Sooo sexy (and I have to say realistic). It’s sort of a no no to put kids in erotic romances, but hey, moms need a little lovin’ too!

  18. Kim D Says:

    I am catching this hop on the last day….was so busy with classes I have been offline for last two weeks. I love to watch football and hockey. I guess it’s all those hot sweaty guys! I love reading about any sport as long as it’s good, football and soccer are some of my favorite because I’ve read some good ones. I have a few favorite sport books/series. A few of them are: The Locker Room by Amy Lane, Stiker by KyAnn Waters, Rough Riders Series by Lorelei James, Play by Play Series by Jaci Burton, The Chicago Stars series by Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Hot Zone series by Carly Phillips. In real life I don’t really have a favorite athlete. Thank you for a great contest!!

    swkimbell@yahoo.com

  19. Casey Crow Says:

    Kim – Glad you made it!

  20. Casey Crow Says:

    Congrats to The Brunette Librarian – winner of Can’t Fake This. Thanks everyone for joining the hop and please check out my books at http://www.amazon.com/Casey-Crow/e/B007D588O0/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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