Sexy Has It ~ My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to the 107^th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Sexy Has It

We all know sexy has it. As authors, we define ‘it’ every day and write those wonderful, sexy scenes. Sexy has sexy, sexy has love, sexy has wonderful. Sexy has the power to change world, set people free and everything in between. Sexy is just right and good and oh, so fun to share.

Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.

7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words 

The following 7 is from my completed manuscript, Kristoph's Freedom, C & L Ranch 1. I'm about to hit the Submit button, so here's keeping my fingers crossed.

Enjoy!

Kristoph stopped dead in his tracks, a few feet from a man―a man, who smelled yummy. A tinge of morning-dewed grass and lavender, Kristoph inhaled allowing the scent to wash over him. The man was bent over, oblivious to Kristoph’s presence, hammering a small piece of wood into the gate of the last stall and shaking his taut demin-clad ass. The tightest ass Kristoph had ever seen filling out a pair of jeans.

“Uh-um,” Kristoph cleared his throat. The gyrating figure must have had ear buds in, the reason he couldn’t hear him. He didn’t want to startle the man, yet he needed to get his attention. Approaching the left side of the man, Kristoph made sure he stayed in the streaming sunlight so the man would see his shadow. It worked.

The palest set of green eyes made contact with him, laugh lines crinkling in the corners as he smiled, putting out his right hand and removing the earbuds with the left.

“Dr. Kristoph Karlisle, I presume?”

“Yeess,” Kristoph stammered accepting the proffered handshake. Mr. Tall, Dark and Sexy stood before him―in the flesh, not a dream.

“Yes, I’m Dr. Karlisle.”

“Well, Dr. Karlisle, welcome to the C & L Ranch. My name is Diablo Rivera-Calderon. I believe we spoke on the phone.”

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2015 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Our Sexy Man ~ @MySexySaturday

Our Sexy Man

Welcome to the 98^th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Man and need we say more. This is all about the sexy men in our books. The young ones, the old ones, the middle aged ones, the ones who turn us on like no other. It’s all about the sexy, hot romance they bring to the pages of the books we read and the books we write.

Blurb~ 

Diablo Rivera runs the C & L Ranch, passed down through his family for centuries; the Rivera’s settled along the coast of Virginia to breed horses for the king of Spain. Diablo loves the ranch, his horses and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant. Diablo is also a vampire, one hundred and fifty years old and desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.

Kristoph Karlisle is a recent graduate from University of Pennsylvania Veterinary School and wants to work in the south preferably on a ranch, in the warmth. As a coquí shifter, the heat of the south better suits his needs. Upon graduating, Kristoph discovers the advertisement for Vet Needed at a Virginia ranch. Specializing in shifter medicine, Kristoph jumps at the chance to leave the winters of PA and head to a shifter-run ranch.

From the moment Diablo spoke to Kristoph over the phone he sensed something about the young man. A niggling in the back of his mind had him offering a trial run on the ranch. After searching for many years, Diablo believes he’s met his mate, albeit over the phone, but soon he’d meet the man in person and know for sure.

Diablo’s concern~ not the fact that they are a shifter-run ranch. Shifters exist, govern themselves and have cooperation with the governments of the world. What concerns Diablo is his lifestyle, a Dom in the world of BDSM and a ranch that takes hog tying to a new level. He can only hope his mate is as open-minded as the residents of the C & L Ranch.

~7 Words, 7 Sentences, 7 Paragraphs~

Enjoy an excerpt from my WIP~ Diablo's Freedom (unedited)

Kristoph pressed his ass down into the strong hands held by the arms which whisked him away from the kitchen and towards the bedroom—the one with the California sleigh?

The tall beautiful vampire was his mate and Kristoph’s desire to mate with the man flowed strong in his blood stream. If he had been in his shifter form his coquí would have sung his mating-song, ko-keee.

Diablo never relinquished his lips as they stormed the staircase. Finally coming to a halt, Kristoph eased off Diablo’s mouth, breathing hard, he couldn’t believe the vampire hadn’t even broken a sweat. Kristoph may not be the largest guy but at one fifty, he was no light weight.

He reached for his kiss-swollen lips, touching them and smiled at Diablo.

“This is it, huh?” Not the time to get all shy.

“If you’re sure? Then yes, I want to fuck you through the mattress and mate you.” Kristoph nodded to assuage the hesitation in Diablo’s voice.

Apparently that was all the motivation Diablo needed if the double bounce on the bed when he was tossed was any indication to the vampire’s delight.

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2015 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sexy’s Got You, Babe ~ @MySexySaturday MSSWeek 88

Welcome to the 88^th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Sexy’s Got You, Babe and is based upon the old Sonny and Cher song, I’ve Got You, Babe. This is all about the lovers who are always there for each other.

We all know that love happens and we want to know all about those special moments where those entities realize there is an emotional bond between one another through their words and actions. It can happen on an average day, during the night, in the middle of a zombie invasion or maybe a place where it’s hard to tell the day from the night like in a submarine or deep in space. The one thing we do know it’s going to be hot…hot…HOT!

7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words

She sat on the couch, her arms crossed, and frowned. Cautiously, he made his way to the couch and reclined next to her. She’d removed the towel and her thick white wavy hair framed her round face. She glowed with a natural beauty unlike any woman he’d ever seen. Her skin, smooth to the touch, had barely any wrinkles except for a few laugh lines around her eyes. He hoped the fine lines meant she’d had joy in her life. He hoped to add a few more.

“With the cat that swallowed the canary expression on your face and the strength behind your strides I feel as if I am being stalked,” she said.

He loved the way she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, her attempt to allay any nervousness.

“Stalking? Maybe. More like studying my prey so I know the most opportune time to attack.” His attempt at levity failed.

“This is a serious matter, and I don’t know if I can go on with this charade.”

Julian enveloped her smaller hand. “Oh, mi princesa, this is not a charade. The elusive Madame Eve has intervened and assisted fate in bringing us back together. How can something so wonderful be wrong?”

He raised her delicate hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “I have always loved you, Tiara. What happened thirty years ago was my fault, I know, but somehow the stars realigned, and we have been given a second chance at happiness with each other. Do not let your momentary anger and Latin temper interfere with the possibilities before us.”

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