It’s tease me Tuesday and do I have some naughtiness for you today! Maddie Taylor has another new release (the woman never sleeps – she’s already told me this!) from Maddie Taylor. Looks scrumptious, doesn’t it? Cowboys, horses, and a whole lot of naughtiness – what’s not to like? CPM
Thanks for having me back, Christina. I’ve brought something a bit different with me today. It’s my newest historical western, a bit old-fashioned <wink>, but I hope your readers will find it equally as hot. Full of sexy cowboys, danger, action, drama and passion, and that doesn’t include what goes on in the bedrooms, on horseback, in an arbor in the Mayor’s back yard, and on a swing. Did I mention action??? LOL
Travel back with me to 1880 and Laramie, Wyoming for Wild Wisteria. It’s the third in my Jackson Brothers saga, but I made it so it could stand alone.
My excerpt from Wild Wisteria:
His fingers dug into her flesh as she lowered herself, so wet that she took him in one slow glide. Beyond playing, Luke showed her the rhythm that would take them both to the heaven he promised. Seating herself fully in a slow glide, she raised up almost all the way before repeating the motion, doing it over and over. Moving gradually faster until she was bobbing up and down at a frantic pace, it was wonderful, but she wanted more. He seemed to sense it as well, and released her nipple. Gathering up the yards of material, he tucked the folds into her bodice, baring the vee of her thighs where they were joined.
“Lean back,” he urged, his voice rough with passion. “Clasp your hands around your ankles.”
“Whatever for?” she panted, still frantically driving her body up and down.
“I want to watch you take my cock inside you.”
She stopped, almost bursting into flames from the erotic image of his bold words. When she had done as he bade, he urged her into motion. Going more slowly in this new rather awkward position, he re-tucked the folds of her skirts that had fallen loose back into her open bodice.
“Next time, I’ll strip you naked first.” His harsh murmur came out more as a growl as his thumbs delved between her thighs and parted her pussy lips. With his avid attention focused on her center, she could only imagine what he saw. “Damn. I could watch you take me deep all day long. You’re weeping for me, Wisteria, wettest cunt I ever did see.”
“Oh, my stars, Luke! Such language.” She stuttered on the syllables, purely shocked by his vulgar words, nearly convulsing the next second when one of his thumbs caressed the spot directly in front of where they were joined.
“Your clitty doesn’t seem offended, baby. It’s peeking out at me all hard and shiny, as though begging for my touch.” He flicked the spot again. A loud, passion-filled cry passed her lips. “Shh, you’ll wake him before we’re done.”
She was mindless to do more than groan as her body continued to writhe uncontrollably atop his.
“I’d smother your cries with my mouth, except I’m liking this ride a heck of a lot.” He pulled her ruffled petticoat from her bodice and raised it to her mouth. “Here, bite down on this if you feel the need to scream.”
“I didn’t scream,” she panted.
“You did, but I won’t argue the point at the moment. Do as I say and I’ll make you insensate with pleasure. You won’t know if you’re getting loud and will appreciate the cotton a bit more when I do.”
Recognizing she should be at least a little chagrined by her blatant display of lust, at the same time she didn’t care, desperately yearning for more of his touch. So, she did as she was told, parting her lips for him to tuck a wad of her petticoat into her mouth.
“Good girl, now lean back, keep riding, and let me send you soaring.”
As she plunged down, he arched up, his cock driving discernibly deeper. His busy hands didn’t let up as his thumb and forefinger captured the nub he’d been teasing and rolled it, pinching and tugging on it relentlessly until a continuous refrain of muffled moans sang out from behind the gag. Her nails curled into his skin as she felt her impending climax grow near. Writhing on top of him, she didn’t care about the carnal display she presented with her swollen breasts bouncing, head thrown back in abandon, hips juddering as she engulfed his huge shaft. Instead, she gave herself up to the sensations as his forefinger moved faster on her clitty, hurtling her headlong into a floodtide of ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. As you do, I’m right behind you.”
Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.
Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.
When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?
Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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It’s always fun coming on your blog where I can let loose and not be constrained by rules and line limits. Thanks for letting me pimp out my latest work again, Christina.