She could feel his hardness against her buttocks through the thin silk that covered her, and wondered once again at the strange quirks of fate that had brought them together. “Are you happy, my love?”
Her question made him pause in his investigation of her breasts. “More than I could have imagined possible, sweetheart. I have you and Lalla, our life here on Anyela—what more could I ask?”
She smiled. “Well...” She took his hand and lowered it slightly until it covered her belly. “Perhaps the addition of a small Celtic warrior might complete our joy?”
Cullen froze, not misunderstanding her at all. “Good God. Really?”
Neala chuckled. “Really. And you shouldn’t be surprised, given what we get up to. And how often we get up to it.”
He turned her in his arms, and she sighed with pleasure at the love she saw in his eyes. “I didn’t think life could be any better,” he said. His hand slipped to her cheek and caressed it with such love she felt her heart turn over as it had so often since she’d met this man. “I was wrong.”
With strong arms he swept her up, and as she tangled her hands in his long hair, she banished all thoughts of distant moors and savage people to the recesses of her mind.
Perhaps one day, they’d tell their son of Cullen Teague and his exploits. But probably not too many of the details. Certainly not how he’d won the heart and the body of a fiery Celtic woman. Neala blushed and hid her grin against her husband’s neck as he carried her off to their bed.
That was a tale that was not for the ears of their children.
THE END
About the Author
Sahara Kelly is always happy to explain to editors that her spelling errors aren’t really errors, since she was born and raised in England, where an extra “u” is quite in order. She likes to think it adds colour to her writing. Sadly, it’s not a widely held belief, but she still retains a deep affection for her roots, and thinks no apologies for accidental alternate spellings should be necessary.
Arriving in America with her almost-complete collection of Leslie Charteris’ Saint novels and a passion for Monty Python, Sahara’s new life eventually expanded to include a husband, offspring, citizenship, and a certain amount of acclimation to her new surroundings. (She still cherishes that extra ”u” though.)
After more than two decades of writing, Sahara is now enjoying the greater freedom offered to authors by the rapidly expanding self-publishing scene and looking forward to many more such experiences. Being freed of restraints has opened doors—for Sahara and many other writers. There are now no impediments; no obstructions barring the path from writer to reader. Which is, in many ways, exactly as originally intended when that first storyteller sat on a rock outside her cave, tugged her bearskin around her shoulders and smiled at her kids across the open fire with the words “Once upon a time...” (or however it sounded several million years ago.)
To find out more about Sahara Kelly and her writing, please drop by her website and visit her at:
Sahara Kelly (Website – http://www.saharakelly.com)
This is where she shares none of the intimate details of her life, but will present you with a list of books she'd like you to buy so that she can go do research on a beach in Aruba and be pampered with massages accompanied by drinks with umbrellas in them. She’ll send you a postcard. Thank you.
Since she has jumped into the world of private enterprise literature, Sahara has formed her own little publishing company. You're also welcome to come and check it out at the address below:
SK Private Label Publications
Please bookmark her website or visit her on her blog, or follow her/friend her on Twitter/Facebook if you’re so inclined. You can stay on top of what’s on the way from her fertile imagination by subscribing to her newsletter or picking up her app for your iPhone or iPad. Yes, there’s even an app for Sahara Kelly. Best bet? Subscribe to the newsletter and keep up to date with everything going on by getting on Sahara’s newsletter list here and don’t forget to pop over and see what she’s blogging about here. It usually has nothing to do with her books. Refreshing, huh?
Also by Sahara Kelly: (*- co-written with S.L. Carpenter)
Showing Off*
The Gypsy Lovers
Chocolate and High Heels
Tales of the Beau Monde
Letting Off Steam
Winding Her Up
Stripping Her Gears
My Renaissance Romance
Hired Help*
Outside the Box*
Princesses Gone Wild*
Open House
Pure Sin*
Knights Elemental
The Mating Place*
My Lady Vampire
Perfect Whore
And many more…
Find them online at your favorite digital outlets
or check Sahara’s website for buy links.
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Several of the above titles were co-written with friend and author S.L. Carpenter. Together, they have a dozen or so books available, each featuring their trademark touches of humor and heat. Their most recent release is a brand new stand-alone story titled So Into You.
Here’s a peek…
SO INTO YOU
S.L. Carpenter and Sahara Kelly
Excerpt:
Chapter One
The sliver of light from the hallway thinned to a whisper as the hotel door closed behind Casey. She turned and bumped into Phil, a warm and solid mass of flesh that took her impact without budging.
She lost her breath as her body hit the masculine wall but her choking gasp was smothered as his hot mouth enveloped hers. She matched his urgent heat, frantically seeking his embrace as he tugged her closer. Their tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss.
His hands caressed her through the thin fabric of her blouse until he impatiently pulled it loose, finding bare skin and moving to cup her full breasts. She moaned with pleasure, encouraging him, telling him without words that she was into every touch, every brush of his fingers.
He pressed against her, grinding his groin into her soft belly, simulating the sex he craved. With each passing second his cock hardened, knowing it would soon be buried deep within her.
He took a second to catch his breath in the darkness of the anonymous room. Only a faint beam of light from between the drapes illuminated her for his appreciative gaze. Tracing the back of his hand along her cheek and neck he felt her move into his touch.
He followed the soft path with gentle kisses and closed his eyes—a moment frozen in time. His hand shook slightly as sensations ran through him, electrifying his nerves. “You are so beautiful”.
Lungs filling with the soft perfume she wore, he knew nothing in the world could make him walk away at that moment. Lust enveloped him, hot blood pumping through his veins.
Phil battled for his customary control. He hadn’t made the mistake of losing it for a single night of unbridled desires in a long time, and he didn’t want to start now if he could help it.
Casey grasped his hand and lowered it to her breast once more, whimpering at his touch. “Don’t…don’t stop. I need you.”
He was rigid, painfully hard within the confines of his clothing. The emotions, and the need to feel wanted like this, were powerful aphrodisiacs. It helped that a woman this hot found him attractive, and when her hand grabbed his crotch he groaned and pressed himself into her palm.
“Fuck, I want you so bad.” Her voice was low but ripped through his soul.
Her hand massaged his cock and his desire to take over grew more and more intense. He squeezed her ample breasts, feeling the buds erect and hard to his touch.
“Oh yes…yes, yes yesss…” The softly trailing moan signaled her pleasure in his attention.
She gripped his cock like a vice and he held his breath as he fought the urge to erupt right then and there within her massaging touch. He wanted to be deep inside her when this fury of sexual need was vanquished.
Reaching down he pried h
er hand away. “I need to breathe.”
A soft chuckle crept from her lips as she slid down the wall, pulling her arm free from his grasp. She spread her legs apart; coming to rest low in front of him.
Phil looked down but the darkness turned her into a shadow. Even that couldn’t stop a bolt of yearning, a burn so hot he knew their gazes had to be locked on each other. She tugged on buttons to unfasten his pants, and he put both hands against the wall above her head, sighing at the deep release of pressure when they loosened.
His underwear barely confined the hardness as it strained for freedom. Casey moved his shirt up across his taut abdomen and he felt his muscles involuntarily flex beneath her touch.
She peeled down his underwear, freeing his cock at last. Phil’s moan echoed through his body and into her hands where they rested on his bare skin.
He could just make out the shape of Casey’s head moving close to his rigid arousal. Her lips kissed the swollen head, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.
“Fuuuuck…..” This was a fantasy come to life.
Available now at your favorite eBook stores.
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SO INTO YOU will be available in print shortly as part of the anthology containing three tales by Sahara Kelly and S.L. Carpenter, titled
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Look for this volume at your favorite bookseller in March 2013.
Sahara would like to mention that she’s recently initiated a new adventure with S.L. Carpenter. They have blended another of their shared passions —art— and formed an online graphics business focusing on the complicated world of writers. If you’re interested in seeing what they get up to when they’re not writing something twistedly hot and sexy, they’d like to invite you to come visit their business at the link below and check out some of the amazing cover art currently being created by S.L. Carpenter. They’re certainly never bored…
P and N Graphics, LLC
Happy Reading.
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