Day 25 – July Fever – Lisa M. Owens * flash fiction*

1 blog + 31 authors = 31 Days Of Hotness

Lisa Owens is one of the talented new authors from Liquid Silver Books and I’m delighted to welcome her to July Fever :-)

She’s giving away an ecopy of her latest book  If Only to one lucky winner. To enter the draw, simply leave a comment and your email address.

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HOT PIC

Lisa wanted to do some flash fiction for her post and I sent her the picture above. This is what happened:

“I don’t know why but yesterday, I sat at my computer for several minutes, focusing solely on that picture. And for some odd reason, when I looked at him, I could see a battle between two brothers and this man swooping into the church, interrupting the wedding and stealing the bride.”

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Thank you for asking me to join you, Sofia! I am so happy to be a part of July Fever.

I asked for a sexy pic of a dark-haired hottie and Sofia didn’t disappoint me. Thanks for the loan of the picture. Doesn’t he look yummy? He has those bedroom eyes that make you think of satin sheets, melted candles and hours of steamy, hot sex!

So with this in mind, I decided to write a short scene using this picture.

Stephanie fought him like she was possessed, clawing at him with her razor-sharp fingernails, kicking him with her white, satin high-heels. She was still wearing her wedding dress and the train was too damn long, in Daniel’s opinion, the length of material tripping him several times as he struggled to carry her up the stairs.

Under normal circumstances, it would be no real challenge for Daniel to carry her. After all, she couldn’t weigh more than 120 pounds, soaking wet. And she was a little too skinny for his tastes. He liked a woman with a little meat on her bones; he liked for his Jell-O to jiggle.

As he removed his hand from her mouth, it came as no huge surprise to Daniel when she screamed, the sound bouncing off the walls and causing the pigeons that had been resting comfortably on the fire escape to fly away in a frenzy.

Her blue eyes bore into him and if she could have killed him with a single look, she would have done it then. Daniel threw himself onto the king-sized bed and lay with his hands beneath his head.

Screaming like a banshee, Stephanie hollered, “What the hell did you think you were doing?” Her chest shook, her breasts heaving as her entire body trembled with rage.

He wondered what she would look like during sex.

Whoa. Dangerous thought there, McLean.

“I am getting married today!”

Daniel cleared his throat as a crafty smile spread across his face. “Actually, you were getting married today. But now you’re not.”

The cold steel of handcuffs was binding her wrists and Stephanie had no idea who the hell this was or what the hell he wanted. What would this perfect stranger want with her? Why would he kidnap and handcuff someone he didn’t even know?

Leaving the bed in one swift movement, he approached her. His hair was as black as a witch’s heart and she could hardly see him through her tears as one of his hands cupped the side of her face.

Her breathing shuddered and she met the cold depths of his eyes. “What am I doing here?” she asked, not understanding what this man wanted from her. Ever since he had grabbed her, she had been kicking and clawing, ranting and raving, fighting him with every ounce of strength that she had possessed.

She had suddenly realized that she was trapped. And she was completely at the mercy of a man who seemed to loathe her.

His voice was as hard as steel, as sharp as razor blades. “You are marrying my playboy brother so that he will marry first and inherit the McLean millions. Lady, people’s jobs are at stake here. Lives are at stake here.” He licked his lips and her wide eyes followed the gesture, imitating him as she licked her own lips.

A surge of blood shot straight to Daniel’s groin.

“What do you want from me?” she cried.

He grabbed her then, shoving her satin-clad body roughly against his. She had licked off her lipstick and her dress was stained from where she had fallen on the staircase. And Daniel had never wanted a woman more.

“You are going to help me save my father’s company.”

His eyes glittered with danger and Stephanie shivered. “How?” she breathed, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

“By marrying me instead.”

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What would you do if you had the opportunity to go back and relive your greatest mistake?

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Five years ago, Bree Sexton walked out on her fiancé and into the arms of a charming and handsome stranger. She has regretted her decision ever since. Instead of a fairy-tale marriage, her “prince” shattered her dreams and her spirit with physical violence and emotional cruelty she barely escaped.

She then mysteriously wakes up in bed with the fiancé she loved and left, the life she’d dreamed of now a reality, until her cruel ex-husband reappears to destroy her new life. But what is real, and what is make-believe? Is she really getting the chance she has always dreamed of? And when it is all said and done, will she finally end up with the man she has always regretted leaving? Or will she wake up to discover herself alone?

 

 

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Excerpt from If Only

Bree gazed down at her husband, her smile softening. He was staring up at her, his eyes pleading for her understanding. He looked like a little boy asking for his mother’s permission, and she knew she couldn’t refuse him even if she tried. Her heart went out to him. She nodded, reaching her arms out for him.

“I can’t promise to be gentle,” he forewarned, his voice raw with emotion.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. “I won’t break,” she murmured as she pressed her lips to his.

That was all the invitation Scott needed. His callused hands roamed underneath her sweater, running up and down the expanse of her bare back. He removed the garment in one swift motion, his lips stroking her naked skin.

Bree groaned as he cupped her aching breasts with his rough, callused hands. She crushed her body to his, wantonly rubbing herself against him. His tongue stroked her, suckling her through the delicate fabric of her bra. She closed her eyes as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Scott whispered, “Damn, Bree, what are you wearing?” She was dressed in a very sexy, very revealing turquoise lace bra that was barely holding her up. He hardened immediately. That sort of thing should be illegal. How was he supposed to give his wife pleasure when she was dressed like that?

“Do you like it?” She teased. And he would soon find out she was also wearing the matching lace thong. But hey, a girl had to have some secrets.

He growled as his large hands reached for the clasp, his clumsy fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric.

She lifted her auburn tresses up and off her back, allowing his hands easier access. She laughed when she heard him curse underneath his breath. “Having problems?” she queried with a throaty chuckle as her fingertips gently squeezed the tip of his throbbing manhood.

He groaned, his strong arms encircling her waist. Then he tossed her down playfully onto the sofa, seizing her arms and holding them above her head. He gave her a wicked grin when she squealed.

She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against the apex of her thighs. “Take me, Scott,” she pleaded. “Take me.”

With a wicked grin, he grabbed the fragile fabric of her lace bra and ripped the transparent material, causing the filmy fabric to fall into his outstretched hand.

Bree gasped with dismay as she looked at the turquoise puddle of material in her husband’s hand. Examining it, she exclaimed, “You ruined it! You’ve torn apart one of my brand new bras!”

Scott held it up above her head, taunting her. Tossing it onto the floor, he growled into her ear, “I’ll buy you one hundred bras, but I would prefer it if you wouldn’t wear one at all.”

“You would,” she retorted as she stuck out her tongue at him. She looked dejectedly at the remnants of her bra lying on the floor. “If men ruled the world, all of the women would be running around naked!”

“And women wouldn’t sass their husbands,” he complained with a teasing glint in his chocolate brown eyes. “Or argue with them,” Scott added as he stared at his wife pointedly. “They would just sit there, smile, and say ‘Yes, dear.’”

She rolled her emerald green gaze in his direction and made a gagging sound. “But what a dull world that would be!”

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Links to find Lisa

http://www.lmowens.com/

https://twitter.com/_lisamowens

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-M-Owens-Author-Page/401065116637549

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6884569.Lisa_M_Owens

 Buy If Only

http://www.lsbooks.com/lisa-m-owens-c343.php

http://www.amazon.com/If-Only-  ebook/dp/B00ASOMPH4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1356572772&sr=1-1&keywords=If+Only+by+Lisa+M.+Owens

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/if-only-lisa-m-owens/1114147612?ean=9781595789891

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10 thoughts on “Day 25 – July Fever – Lisa M. Owens * flash fiction*

  1. Hi Sofia *waves* 🙂
    Lisa your new book sounds interesting. And I love the Flash Fiction from the GORGEOUS photo. Will you please keep writing it? 😉
    hhand at sasktel dot net

    1. Thank you so much, Heather! Actually, once I finish the second novel in my If Only series, I plan on continuing that story. Daniel McLean is too irresistible to resist!

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