Monday, April 7, 2014

Smut for Good: Curves Rule ~ Nothing But The Boots

I love, love, love smut for a good cause. So that's why we're here today. Add curves to that and I'm a happy camper. Below you'll find the info on Smut for Good: Curves Rule. Below that you'll find an excerpt from my curvy short Nothing But The Boots. Below that you'll find the blurb. What am I giving away? Why a copy of my curvy one-booted sexy story of course (It was an ARe bestseller in the Rubenesque category) and your choice of novel from my back list. Want to know what happens? Well, you could win.

Have I tempted you? Hope so!

Comment on this post between April 7th and the 13th for a chance to win.  * Please be sure to included your email address when you comment. Thank you and happy Monday!

XOXO
Sommer


Smut for Good: Curves Rule is a blog hop with prizes galore to raise funds for Parkinson’s UK as this is Parkinson’s Awareness week. To find more curves, and seek out further prizes please visit http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-good and if you can take a minute to please visit the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Just Giving Page at http://www.justgiving.com/curvesrule and donate whatever you can to help us reach our target of £100 to raise awareness of Parkinson’s and to support the charity Parkinson’s UK http://www.parkinsons.org.uk/ who help those with the disease learn to cope with the challenges, give out information and search for a cure.

From NOTHING BUT THE BOOTS by Sommer Marsden

Cat realized she was holding her breath. Her kimono had gaped open a bit and she watched his gaze travel over her outline. His eyes on her was as tangible as a touch and a stroke. She shifted and her kimono gaped.
“Admit what?” she said, a bit too fast.
“I only had eyes for you that night.”
“And now your eyes are on me again,” she laughed, feeling her heart bang crazily.
“Because you’re standing in the sun and I can see right through that robe,” he admitted.
“Oh … God. I’m sorry!” she blurted.
“I don’t mind,’ he said and blushed.
Cat cleared her throat. “Ready for your first assignment?”
“I am.”
“Help me get out of this damn boot.”
Greg chuckled lowly and her stomach sizzled with the sound. She went to the bed and sat down. She put her leg up, her calf muscle standing out and her skin flushed with her arousal. “Ready?” he asked.
Cat nodded and was surprised – to the point of jumping a bit – when he first took his hand and ran it down her leg from her knee, over her calf, to the place where that damnable boot remained stuck. His fingers curled slowly into the lip and he caught the purple fake-fabric-from-hell (as she now thought of it) and he tugged gently, inching the boot down, a bit here, a bit there.
She tried to hold the robe closed and not seem turned on. She was failing. Her body was tensing with the effort of acting as if this was just no big deal.
“You have to relax,” he whispered, giving her the smile that had so captivated her at that singles event. He’d been so handsome and mysterious she’d even considered attending other parties to try and catch another glimpse of him. She hadn’t though, figuring someone as cute as him would have snagged a girl by now.
“Relax,” he said again.
“I’m trying!” she blurted.
When he bent his head and kissed the inside of her knee her whole body seemed to sigh with pleasure. Her mouth popped open in surprise and she shivered.
“It will make this all easier.”
“OK.”
He inched and wiggled and pulled and she-finally, finally! – felt the boot sliding grudgingly down her leg.
“You have very nice legs,” he said, touching her muscle.
It jumped and fluttered and so did she. “Thank you. God, don’t touch me,” she sighed.
He laughed. “I’m sorry. Am I fired?”
“Nope.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“Far from it.”
Greg went still and his cool appraising eyes met hers. “Then what?”
She shook her head. He tugged.
“What if I said please? Would you tell me then?”
He was almost to her ankle and suddenly she was afraid of when the boot did come off. “Nope.”
“Please?” he said anyway.
“You’re turning me on,” she sighed. “But then you knew that, didn’t you?”

blurb:

An erotic short story by bestselling author Sommer Marsden.
Full figured fashion buyer Cat gets in a sticky situation the day her new assistant is set to arrive. So what will handsome, well-mannered Greg think when he finds his new boss in one purple boot, a kimono and nothing else? Not what Cat's expecting him to think. Not at all.

7 comments:

  1. Mmm, boots. But then again, one of my favorite songs is Boots and Boys for a reason.

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  2. Thanks so much, Sommer, for getting involved in the hop and helping to raise awareness and cash for such a worthy cause xx

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  3. I love the concept!

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  4. Great idea Sommer! Any help this group can get is well worth it!

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  5. Good cause, and a good tease :)

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  6. Nice excerpt

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  7. way to pique the interest

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