Scorched
by Sarah O’Rourke
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Tour – April 6-10, 2015
Synopsis:
Life after marriage was everything that William “Devil” Delancy was all that
he wanted it to be and more. That was,
until his sweet, amazing (and slightly scary!) wife Molly decided to do the
impossible -- arrange the wedding of his drama queen assistant! The question soon becomes...will the always-in-control Devil lose Molly to the wedding plans that are quickly falling apart, or will he be able to pull out all of the scorching sexual charms he’s known for and bring her back to the dark side?
Romantic erotica comedy at its best! New Release...ONLY 99 pennies for a limited time! 42K words – STANDALONE sequel to Sizzle!
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Author Bio:
Sarah O'Rourke is the alter ego of
two best friends who bonded over their passion for romantic fiction and
erotica. Born and raised in the southern United States, one lives near Ft.
Campbell, Kentucky, while the other resides in Atlanta, Georgia. Formerly an accountant and a chemist, they
are now overworked, stay-at-home moms who adore their children, their
husbands...and writing about love in every way possible.
Inspired by their dog-eared copies
of Gone with the Wind and their almost warped DVDs of Steel Magnolias, they
love to write wildly intense romantic/erotica stories that have multiple
characters, but they focus on one couple that will ALWAYS have a happy
ending…eventually!
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Excerpt
from Scorched
Tame version
Disturbed,
Devil paused mid-rant and cocked his head in Grant’s direction. “Seriously, bud, when was the last time you
and Karen had a little ‘alone’ time?” he asked, using air quotes. Honestly, when he and Grant had been in
college and shared a dorm room, he’d been forced to listen to his best friend
and his girl screw like bunnies. They
were always all over each other. He’d
just assumed that they were still as…active
as they once were.
“I’ll
take your eight weeks and raise you a fiscal quarter,” Grant replied
miserably. “That’s right, boys…three
monkin’ months.”
“Monkin’?”
Devil repeated curiously, arching one dark, inky eyebrow as he waited for Grant
to elaborate – which he would. He always
did.
“Yeah,”
Grant retorted stubbornly, draining his whiskey sour in one long gulp,
“Monkin’. It’s the opposite of fuckin’,” he explained, belching loudly. “See, monks are chaste. Like me.
Get it?” he chuckled, elbowing Devil in the side. “At this rate, we’re both gonna be born-again
virgins, man.”
Blinking,
Nick stared at Grant in fascination.
“You can tell me it’s none of my business, but….why?”
“Why,
what?” Grant grunted, frowning into his now empty glass.
“Why
haven’t you and your wife been….you know….”
“Bumpin’
uglies? Doin’ the deed? Makin’ sweet, sweet loooooovvvveee to my
lady?” Grant drawled as Devil groaned and buried his face in his hands and
begged whatever God was listening for a quick death.
“Yeah,”
Nick nodded, interested now.
“Dear
God, I beg you not to answer that, man.
Karen is like a sister to me,” Devil begged, grimacing at the thought of
what could be coming next.
“Now
you know how I feel with Molly,” Grant replied unapologetically before
directing his gaze toward Nick. “Well,
it’s like this, Nicky, my boy. I don’t
get laid much anymore because of a little thing I like to call the Three
Ms. Marriage, Middle age, and
Menopause. Now, any one of those can put
a damper on the sexual shenanigans, but all three together? Let’s just say that those creamy white thighs
of our lovers’ legs will close tighter than the vaults at Fort Knox. It’s a cocktail for catastrophe. It happens to all of us couples, my
friend. Even the gay ones,” he assured
the younger man with a sympathetic smile.
“Yep, my wife has entered into those confusing years where I’m never
sure if she wants to kiss me or kill me.
Although, lately, I really think she’s leaning toward the ‘kill me’
option. I got a notice in the mail that
she upped my life insurance. I’m not
exactly feeling safe in my own home these days,” he lamented.
Catching
the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression blanketing you Nicholas’ face,
Devil sighed heavily. “You’re scaring
the boy, Grant. Knock it off. The kid’s got enough problems right now
without hearing how his sex life will eventually become as mythical as the
existence of unicorns.”
“Better
he hears the truth from a friend,” Grant counseled wisely.
Excerpt
from Scorched by Sarah O’Rourke
Not-so-tame
version
Moaning
as Devil palmed one warm globe and lifted it to his mouth, Molly watched him
envelope her nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak and watching
as it drew even tighter. “God!” she
gasped as he delivered the same treatment to the opposite breast, “I love it
when you do that.”
“Tits
like these deserve to be worshiped, darlin’.
And believe me, I could kneel at this altar all night, but you’ve got so
many more curves that I want to explore,” Devil rumbled in his velvety voice as
he rained kisses over the upper curves of her breasts.
Molly
felt like she was being both bathed in pleasure and showered by bliss as Devil
traveled the hills and valleys of her body, exploring every inch of flesh with
his damp lips. He paused every once in a
while to lavish attention on certain locales, but mostly his mouth remained on
the move, content to map her body with gentle touches of his lips. It was slow and sensual, and everything a
woman could ask for in a lover.
Her
legs moved restlessly against his as he reached the curve of her belly and
hunger unlike anything she’d experienced before began to claw at her as Devil’s
soft lips lingered over her belly button, his devilish tongue flicking that
ticklish spot playfully. Writhing
underneath her husband’s marauding lips, Molly giggled as her fingers speared
Devil’s hair. “Stop that!” she gasped,
twisting underneath him as their legs tangled together.
“Tell
me I’m a sex god, then,” Devil demanded, flicking her belly button again and
pulling a high pitched squeal from his wife.
“Are
you crazy? I will not!” Molly laughed,
attempting to turn away from him onto her belly.
Holding
Molly flat on her back with one splayed palm against her torso, Devil grinned
against her skin. “Say it,” he demanded,
moving his mouth lower, his breath teasing against her sensitive folds. “Say it
or you earn a punishment,” he warned teasingly, lifting his head long enough to
give his wife a roguish grin.
Molly’s
eyes lit up at his not-so-scary threat.
Licking her lips slowly as her body undulated beneath his, she shook her
head. “No,” she clipped tartly,
privately knowing that his ‘punishment’ would deliver nothing but the most
sinful pleasure.
“No,
huh?” Devil drawled, one eyebrow arching as he considered his wife beneath
him. “Is my Molly feeling sassy
tonight?” he asked, popping his open palm against her neatly trimmed
pussy. Hearing her low moan, Devil
grinned again. “Tell me, baby, am I
going to need to fuck that sass right out of you?”
Molly
offered her husband a sexy smile and cocked her head on the pillow as she
stared up at him and said the three words guaranteed to drive him wild. “If you can.”
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