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 - sequel to
Sizzle, but also is a STANDALONE!
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.”
My Rating:
Favorite Quotes:
“You could
weigh three hundred pounds, have a tail, goiter, AND hunchback, walk with a
limp, and have a severe stuttering problem, and I would STILL want you.”
“Yep, my wife
has entered into those confusing years where I’m never sure if she wants to
kiss me or kill me… 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…”
“Medically
speaking, she’s probably about as dangerous as Charles Manson circa 1972 at
this post-pregnancy stage. Sleep
lightly, my friend…”
“What the hell
is ‘normal’ anyway? As far as I know,
it’s just a setting on our washing machine.”
“When is this
dinner party from Hell going to get underway?
I’ve had waxings that were less painful than this little get together
you planned, chica…”
“Mannie was
hoppin’ around like a wet tomcat, his winkie wavin’ in the wind, screaming like
a woman.”
My Review:
Reading a
Sarah O’Rourke book is always a fun and steamy ride but I didn’t think they
could top their previous work of Sizzle, which was superb. They proved me wrong. Scorched
did not disappoint. I was grinning and
snorting most of the way through. I
adore these authors! Their witty banter,
humorous visuals, clever wordplay, and interesting characters never fail to
amuse. I would definitely lose in a
verbal joust with this group. And when
the Devil finally gets his due – it was fireworks! With a passing mention of a trip to Paradise,
do I dare hope for a return of other favorites?
I am already feeling impatient and greedily looking forward to their
next release.
Empress
DJ
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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