Thursday, May 29, 2008

Contest Winners

And the winners are:

From Sunday blog, May 25: ib
From Tuesday blog, May 27: wildchild
From Wednesday blog, May 28: Molly Daniels

Please contact me at to give me an address where I can send your prizes.
I am leaving tomorrow at 9 am and will try to check my emails all day until 3 pm from Atlanta airport. After that, I will be out of contact for two weeks and will post again on June 14. I will try to send your prizes tomorrow morning or as soon as I come back on June 14.

Thank you to all the participants for reading my blog and leaving a comment. I hope you enjoyed the excerpts. I will leave you with FRENCH PERIL's first love scene for two weeks while I am traveling in Italy. Keep posting your comments. I will have another drawing on Sunday, June 15 and the prize will be a gift I will buy especially for you from Italy.

I will run a third contest between Sunday June 15 and Saturday June 21. My book French Peril will be released on June 19. Yeah!!!

What could be more exciting for a young American architect than to live in a French chateau owned by a young count and to work on the restoration of a chapel in the Loire Valley?
But when her professor is poisoned because he knew too much about a missing statue, Cheryl's summer job changes into a dangerous treasure hunt and Count François is faced with a difficult choice:
Are the statue and his chateau worth endangering the life of the impetuous young woman who's turned his life upside down?

LOVE SCENE: (*Warning: this scene contains explicit sex)
“I like all of you.” François cupped Cheryl's breasts and seemed to weigh them in his hands. She‘d never been so conscious about their size D until now. “Beautiful. Perfect.”
She searched for an answer, but her brain was too fuzzy, her throat too dry.
His hands glided down, sculpting her body as he voiced his expert opinion. “Tiny waist, round hips. A stunning figure. And what a pair of legs.”

“Oh.” Her fingers froze inside his boxers as his hands wrapped around her thighs and crawled toward the apex in between. “No, your boxers first.” She slid off his lap and onto the cover, and crossed her legs when his hand cradled her pubic area, forbidding her to move further away. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and focused on the feel of his hands, the left kneading her breast, and the right one playing a mad dance in her wet folds.

“My boxers? You’re right. They have to go. Like you I’m too hot in my clothes.” He raised his hips. “Pull them, chérie. My hands are busy.” As if she didn’t know that. As if she didn’t feel those expert hands with every fiber of her body.

With one shove, she pulled his boxers down while he wriggled to help. She threw them on the floor and leaned forward, contemplating his massive, throbbing penis. She curled shaky fingers around it and swallowed. Her gaze flicked to his fingers that delved a little deeper in her folds and she matched his tempo, stroking his erection until his eyes darkened and his groan echoed her moans.

He lifted her hand away from him. “Stop, chérie. Let me take care of you first.” He lowered her to the bed, flipped away the bedspread and withdrew a foil packet from under her pillow. Her pillow? “But when did you—“

He clamped his mouth on hers while sheathing his long penis.

Oh well. Who cares? As long as she was in his arms. She laced her fingers around his nape and returned his kiss, wondering how she’d been living without kisses for so long—François’s kisses.

But he freed her mouth and trailed his lips down her throat, nipped at the sensitive flesh and then lingered on her breast, twirling his tongue around the hardened nipple and sucking. “The other now,” she ordered playfully as she raked her fingertips along his spine and cradled his buttocks, reveling in the feel of him stretched alongside her.

His lips traveled south, licked at her belly and drew a wet line to her pubic hair. His knuckles grazed the soft flesh between her thighs as he raised his head to silently question her. She shivered and her jaw slackened. His smile promised a world of pleasure. She sighed and spread her legs, inviting him. He opened her folds with his fingers and lowered his mouth against her.

She wriggled and moaned and dug her nails in his shoulder. She spread her legs wider and tilted herself up. Wanting more but… “François. Oh François.” It was more than she could bear. The wild dance of his tongue inside her. The gliding of his finger in and out. The tip of his tongue pressing against her swollen clit.

“Fran…çois,” She whispred, her voice husky. Her pelvic muscles flexed around his fingers. Her thighs tightened. “Please.” Please stop. No don’t stop. Don’t….

He increased the pace of his caresses, his finger and tongue assaulting her pleasure bud. She was close to losing her mind. She was too hot. Too wet. Too…

She screamed and jerked up and shuddered.

He slowly eased away and propped himself up on the bed. He caressed her cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As she opened her eyes, she saw his smile, a tender smile she’d never seen before. “You are wonderful, ma chérie.”

“And you are superb. My turn to give you pleasure.”

He chuckled. “Trust me I’m more than ready. If I don’t have you now, I’m going to explode.”

His body sleek with perspiration, he stretched on top of her and captured her mouth. She tasted her juice and her scent in his mouth.

Oh Francois, I think I have fallen in love with you. What am I going to do now?

He didn’t allow her to wallow in thoughts. He slid his penis inside her and moved slowly at first, then faster, pressing inside her burning core. The need and ache within her came back, escalating.

Was she insatiable?


JACLYN said...


Mona Risk said...

Hi Jaclyn, I'm waving from Rome.

jenna said...

Congratulations and success on French Peril. Sounds amazing. Enjoy this trip of a lifetime. La Dolce Vita is what life should be.

ruth said...

French Peril is wonderful! Thanks for the excerpts which I love.
What a great holiday. Italy, my favorite place on earth.

Joanne said...

Hope you are having a wonderful time in Rome. French Peril will be a huge success.

Sandra Cox said...

Welcome back, Mona!
Wishing you many sales for French Peril. Its a great read.