Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author Wade Kelly joining us!
Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:
I’ll post a snippet from one of Wade Kelly’s books with the character names asterisked out.
Your mission is to guess which of Zane’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to me, zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! I’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize! Wade has graciously offered an ebook copy of any book off her backlist!
Here’s a little bit about Wade:
Wade Kelly lives and writes in conservative, small-town America on the east coast where it is not easy to live free and open in one’s beliefs. She writes passionately about the controversial issues witnessed in real life and strives to make a difference by making people think. Wade does not have a background in writing or philosophy, but still draws from personal experience to ponder contentious subjects on paper. When not writing, she is thinking about writing, and more than likely scribbling ideas on sticky notes in the car while playing “taxi driver” for her three children. She likes snakes, and has a tegu (lizard) living in her bathroom.
HERE’s the snippet:
“Here, hold this.” I handed my beer to **** and sat next to *****. The prospect of kissing this guy shot sparks of tingling desire through me, but I had to play it cool. No way was I getting hard and giving the girls the wrong impression. This was a game. I wasn’t gay.
I questioned ******* with a look. “Am I kissing him or is he kissing me?”
Before she could answer, ***** took hold of my chin and turned my head to face him. He planted his lips firmly on mine and lingered before pulling back with a sigh. “Nice. You willing to take it further?” ***** asked, teasing my lips with a swift flick of his tongue. His pale blue eyes were firebrands.
Helplessly, I nodded and leaned in. All my nervous energy from before transformed into a surge of adrenaline. I had to have more of that mouth.
The girls squealed in delight, but I ignored them as *****’s hot mouth connected with mine again. ***** curled his fingers into my neck and pulled me closer. He parted his lips, and I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, taking control of the kiss and causing ***** to moan. This was so fucking good. As our tongues clashed, I felt a deep need to fuck like I’d never felt before.
I turned him on the sofa and leaned in, pushing him against the back of the couch. He whimpered and moved his hand down my neck and onto my chest. His warm palm rested over my pectoral muscle, and it made me want to flex for him, but I didn’t. As soon as I thought about it, he pinched my nipple and those tingles I felt all over my skin intensified. My body was humming in ways I hadn’t expected, and I conjured up thoughts of doing things I didn’t expect. Instinctively, I moved my leg over *****’s knee and angled my hips a smidgeon. Oh God, I need friction. I gripped his shoulder with one hand as I held the side of his neck with the other, but man-oh-man did I want to touch myself or rub against his leg a little. Anything.
***** felt unbelievably good against me.
As if it was the most natural thing in the world, I slid my fingers into the short hair behind *****’s ear and that was when someone commented, “Jeez, you were right. ****’ll fuck anything.” The sound of an unfamiliar female voice behind me uttering such a toxic comment squelched my unexpected hunger, but I controlled my resentment. It was far better to ignore the comment and pretend it hadn’t happened than cause a scene and draw unwanted attention to the fact that I was hard as hell and seconds from dry-humping *****’s leg. If I was cool about it, maybe ***** and I could slip off somewhere.
I slowed my pace, kissing him gently, and pulled back as if nothing were amiss. The heady look in *****’s eyes stroked my ego, so I winked at him before facing the gathering throng of horny women.
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Thanks for joining us, Wade!
If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!
