Thursday, August 25, 2016

Blitz for Carnal Hunger by Tory Richards

Carnal Hunger by Tory Richards

Blitz: August 25, 2016

Hosted by: Sizzling PR

Straight out of prison and into the president's chair of the Mad Dogs' MC! VD's set for taking the reins, but he's not ready for the impact one curvy little brunette has on his libido the second they lock eyes. It's instant, it’s hot, and it’s consuming! It's the forever-after kind of shit he's not looking for, especially when the trouble that’s heading the club's way threatens to rip them apart.

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“Looks like you’ve been stood up.” Humor danced in his eyes. I decided not to mention my connection to his club. “It’s not the first time,” I smiled back. “Can we drop you off at the hospital?” I was so tempted to say yes, anything to spend more time with this sexy hunk, but I knew that I wouldn’t. I was sure someone would come for me. “That’s very nice of you, but I’d better not.” As I declined I saw Dickie’s brother, Marvin, walking up the stairs, and with a sinking heart I knew that he’d come for me. Marvin had never been my favorite person. He was nice enough, but he tried too hard, and he always came on to me. He couldn’t seem to get it through his head that I wasn’t attracted to him. Something in my face must have revealed how I felt. “Are you sure about that, darlin’?” His gaze moved back and forth between me and Marvin. He must have guessed that Marvin was my ride. I returned his grin with a sigh of resignation. “He’s harmless.” “But you don’t like him.” “Very intuitive,” I commented with surprise. “I’d better watch my expressions from now on or they’ll get me into trouble.” Without warning he wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I caught my breath, my hands automatically landing on his chest. “Maybe this will help him get the message, yeah?” I didn’t think he’d really kiss me until he was doing it. I swooned against him like a smitten teenager kissing her favorite rock star. It had been years since I’d been kissed like this, so long that it felt like my first kiss, and let me tell you, the man knew how to kiss. It was no soft, sweet, brushing of our lips, either. There was nothing shy about him. He crushed my mouth beneath his in a rough claiming that left no doubt to anyone observing that I was his. Well, at least for that moment. I should have gotten angry at his highhandedness, but it was all I could do to grip the front of his jacket to keep from sinking to the floor. My white cotton panties were instantly wet and I was burning up inside, sure that everyone there knew exactly how I was feeling at that moment. A fireball of need uncurled deep in my belly as he continued to work his masterful mouth against mine, being as bold as to force mine open for his probing tongue. Oh. My. God. Desire thrummed through me as if someone had shot me up with a powerful aphrodisiac, and the moan I let loose sounded like a canon blast going off. I’d never felt anything like it. He was fucking my mouth, there was no other explanation, working his tongue in and out, and that’s when I felt his erection against my belly. Sweet Jesus he was going to have to pick me up off the floor if he didn’t release me soon. His low growl vibrated through me, adding to the sweet intensity. Holy-fucking-smokes! When he finally pulled back it wasn’t far enough. Our breaths collided, warm and erratic. I knew that I was shaking badly. His eyes stayed glued to mine for what seemed like a hundred years, intensifying the electricity of the unexpected kiss. Hell, it had been more than just a kiss. The man had touched my soul. If it hadn’t been for the clearing of someone’s throat I might have remained against him until the end of time. I don’t know how I managed it but I stepped back, shaken, and certain that my face was as red-hot as I felt. He appeared unaffected though, his expression stretched taut over his square jawbone. Yet I knew that he was affected. His hard-on was unmistakable, and his eyes were glazed with dark passion, and something else that I couldn’t quite identify. Satisfaction?

About the Author:

Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in Maine, she's lived most of her life in Florida where she went to school, married, and raised a daughter. Penning stories by hand and then on a manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She's been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney so she can focus on family, traveling, and life in general.
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