The Plot by Melinda De Ross #InLust #Suspense #Romance #MarchMadness

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Happy first day of March and welcome to the Madly In Lust Blog Event. Today’s Madly In Lust author is Melinda De Ross and she’s sharing a steamy scene from her romantic suspense novel, The Plot. Enjoy and be sure to enter the Madly In Lust giveaway!

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REALITY IS NOT A FAIRYTALE. CAN A VICTIM OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING HAVE A HAPPY ENDING AFTER YEARS OF ABUSE AND DEGRADATION? ESPECIALLY WHEN HER ONLY FOCUS IS GETTING PAYBACK…

At eighteen, Yoko Hirano falls into the tentacles of a human trafficking organization and is forced into prostitution. Her first sexual experience is close to a rape, so she becomes traumatized and her opinions about men are low and unflattering. She uses her charms only as means of manipulation.

Four years later she meets the tall, dark and charming antique dealer Mark Chandler. They both acknowledge reluctantly the complicated chemistry between them, but Yoko’s grand scheme of things doesn’t involve falling in love, nor does she think Mark would want her if he found out about her past. To get revenge and prevent other girls from sharing her fate, she plans to ruin the Chinese triad that has destroyed her life and innocence.

However, she doesn’t realize that Mark can be an asset in her plans of bringing down the powerful mobster Michael Chen and his interlopers. Together, they make a quite formidable pair…

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“I’m not a porcelain doll, Mark. Please don’t treat me as one. Kiss me like you mean it.”

He needed no further encouragement to draw her against him and lower his mouth on hers, with a low sound of need and desire. His tongue slid boldly between her lips and was welcomed by her own. This primal mating ritual made her body yield and gravitate toward him, as he lowered her onto her back and his body half-covered hers.

As their mouths played carnal games, she could feel his erection against her hip, straining the fabric of his jeans. Oddly, she didn’t feel repulsed or afraid, but felt an acute need to get closer, to fit against him, around him.
Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from hers, breathing heavily.

His eyes were smoky with arousal and his struggle for self control was almost palpable when he said gruffly, “I’d better go.”

She didn’t hesitate this time when she looked up into his face.
“Stay,” she pleaded.

He stared at her inquisitively for a long moment before he asked, “Are you sure?”

Yoko didn’t need words to convey her feelings. She slid her fingers up through his hair and drew his mouth back to hers. Her decision of abandoning herself to him completely had been taken long ago.

He kissed her passionately, sending his tongue deep into her mouth and making shivers of arousal run through her body. His weight on top of her was something wonderful and thrilling.

She dragged his jacket off his shoulders and threw it on the floor, letting her hands drift over him, enjoying the ripple of his back muscles. The ends of his hair fell over her forehead, and she was amazed that even this feathery touch could bring her pleasure.

When he brushed his lips and teeth over her neck, her bones seemed to liquefy and she dug her fingers into his hard biceps. She was overwhelmed by his virility, which made her extremely aware of her own femininity. She sensed he was still restraining himself and appreciated the gesture, even as it frustrated her.

His hand glided down to cup her breast, caressing it with soft, sinuous motions. When his mouth descended to the distended peak and surrounded it through the soft material of her dress, a moan vibrated in her throat.

Mark’s hand found the zipper at her back and tugged at it, slowly peeling the fabric off her shoulders, torso and arms, his lips and tongue discovering every inch of skin revealed.

Before she even realized it, the dress was gone and she was left in a pair of white lace panties. Mark knelt on the bed to gaze at her, and she was enthralled, lost in his dark eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “I want you so much. But I don’t want to use you, Yoko. I want you because you’re beautiful, and sweet, and smart, and sexy. I want to love you, to worship you. I want to give myself to you, completely.”

Her chest tightened with emotion. She was spellbound by his words and by his gaze locked on hers. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, all she could think of was how gorgeous he was and how much she loved him. His chest was broad and powerful, sexily dusted with dark hair.

His muscles were subtly defined under the taut, tanned skin. She yearned to graze her teeth over his dark nipples and trace the fine lines that delineated his hard pectorals and flat abdomen. Even his navel looked delicious. She longed to dip her tongue into it.

When he stretched out over her again and took her mouth, she knew she was giving him not only her body, but her soul as well. Decades from now she would remember and cherish this moment. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his jeans and helped him discard them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

Even that was too much, in her opinion. His strong thighs fit between her own and she pressed herself to his rigid erection, in an instinctive movement that made her blood run hot and her sex become damp.

A low groan escaped from Mark’s chest to hers, as he continued kissing her hungrily. His hands were all over her. He renewed the path of kisses down her body, making her gasp with excitement.

When he reached the waistband of her panties, he slipped them off her legs, then traced kisses up her thighs until his breath hovered over her center. An indescribable shiver jolted through her at the first touch of his mouth, and she tensed.

Mark sensed the movement. He looked up, his hands still holding her hips.
“What’s the matter?”

Yoko’s breaths were rapid and choppy. She knew she didn’t make any sense when she said, “I never… I mean, no one’s ever… You don’t have to…”

A smile stretched his sensual mouth.
“I’m glad to hear that I’m the first one to kiss your lips. Twice,” he added wickedly and bent his head over her.

She didn’t manage to utter any coherent sounds after that, lost in the mind-blowing sensations his mouth was coaxing from her body. His tongue flicked and stroked, circled and soothed until she surrendered completely, letting the wave of pleasure rise and carry her with it to the first peak of fulfillment she’d ever experienced.

It was several dazed moments later her ears stopped ringing and she stared up at Mark, who was kissing her mouth gently.

“God, this was… I’ve never…” she repeated, feeling silly for not making any sense.

But he just smiled down at her and laid a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“I know.”

She realized his sex was still hard and throbbing, pressing against her lower abdomen. To her astonishment, fresh desire pumped through her and she adjusted their bodies so the tip of his penis slipped inside her. His breath accelerated, but he only pushed an inch into her, as though trying to control himself. She could feel him quivering with need and hot-blooded arousal.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered and lowered her hands to his buttocks, drawing him deeper.

Pleasure arrowed through her when he slid inside her with a gruff moan. He began to move, tentatively at first, then harder, faster, deeper. With each thrust he touched chords she didn’t know she possessed, until a brain-melting orgasm jolted through her from head to toe, just as she felt him climax deep inside her. They held on to one another as waves of unspeakable satisfaction shook them both, echoing from one’s body to the other and back in the exquisite aftermath.

It was a long while before Yoko managed to turn her head to her lover’s ear and whisper, “Now I know why they call it ‘making love’.”

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Author biography:

Melinda De Ross is an international author of Romanian origin. She writes in two languages, and her books combine the elegance specific to the European style with the modern appeal of the American culture. She has a Law degree and has been a professional target shooter for over a decade. Her favorite genre to read and write in is Romance, and anytime she prefers to watch a classic movie instead of going to a noisy club.
She loves to hear from her readers, and you can find her at:
http://melindadeross.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Melinda-De-Ross/513999791983330
https://twitter.com/melinda_de_ross
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7163748.Melinda_De_Ross

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#ThisorThat with Camilla Jackson aka THE JOB BLOWER #Romantic #Comedy

This or That with Camilla Jackson aka THE JOB BLOWER:
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Summer or Winter:

Summer! I’m a sunny girl, in all regards. I like the sun, the beach, skimpy clothes and fragrant summer nights. I should move someplace where it’s forever summer. But since I flunked Geography, I’m not sure where that is… :-/

Chocolate or Peanut butter:

Definitely chocolate. I’m probably the only American who HATES peanut butter. Will I be sued or something?

One night stands or Committed relationship:

I’ve never had a one night stand in my life. I believe in commitment, love, respect, and long term relationships. Even in soul mates, since I met Carter. Yeah, I’m a “Kodak moments” kinda girl! 🙂

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ღ★ A ROMANTIC COMEDY THAT WILL BLOW YOUR SOCKS OFF! ★ღ

Camilla Jackson is an ordinary young woman with an extraordinary knack for attracting disaster. When she is fired from her job as a secretary at a law firm, she realizes she has no idea what she wants to do next. Every job she does land ends up tragi-comically.
But when she meets the drop-dead-gorgeous journalist, Carter Evans, her life seems to brighten. Until she discovers that he hides some very deep and painful scars.
It remains to be seen if she will be able to help him heal and, in the process, find her own path in life. That is, if she manages to overcome her accident prone nature, which gets her into serious trouble…

ღ★ THE JOB BLOWER is a lighthearted, laugh-out-loud Romantic Comedy, the kind of book that you will keep in your bookshelf and reread to brighten your days and spice up your nights. ★ღ

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Melinda De Ross is an international author of Romanian origin. She writes in two languages, and her books combine the elegance specific to the European style with the modern appeal of the American culture. She has a Law degree and has been a professional target shooter for over a decade. Her favorite genre to read and write in is Romance, and anytime she prefers to watch a classic movie instead of going to a noisy club. She loves to hear from her readers, and you can find her at: http://melindadeross.com/

Nerd Girls on a #WickedWednesday

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Nerd girls can be wicked also! Today I’m sharing a long excerpt from my light romantic comedy, The Makeover. Enjoy!

“Next year, I’ll let you pick out your own costume.”
“Next year?”
“Yeah, they do this every year. I plan to be here. I am verbally requesting it off, right now.”
“So you’re telling me I have to let Christy work at my clinic again next year. Do you know how hard working with her is?”
“Nope, I’ve never worked with her before. But I know she’s a sweetheart and I left her a list of detailed instructions, so your day couldn’t have been that bad.”
“She didn’t listen to a word I said.”
“Hmm.” That was the only sound she made in response as Chad turned her hand over and began massaging her wrist.
“I asked her to make me a pot of coffee around one, and do you know what she said?”
“Hmm,” again, she could only make a noise. She knew where this was going.
“She told me I’d already had two cups and I should drink more water. So instead of making me a pot of coffee she brought me a bottle of water. Can you believe that?”
April stayed silent.
“Then, around three I wanted an afternoon snack. I buzzed her and asked if she could pop me a doughnut into the microwave for twenty seconds and bring it to me. She brought me a banana. A freaking banana. She’s completely insane.”
Should she tell him?
Perhaps she should.
She couldn’t have him blaming Christy for following the orders she’d left her. She couldn’t believe after months of working together he hadn’t caught on to her weekly routine yet.
“Um, well Christy’s weird behavior may have been my fault.”
Chad stopped massaging her.
“Explain.”
“Well,” April stretched the word out.
“Well what, April?”
“Well I left her instructions.”
“I know, instructions on how to do your job, not instructions on how to drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, about that.”
“April, what did you do?”
“Well, I have this routine.”
“You and your routines, is your whole life scheduled, plotted and planned.”
“Yes, yes it is. I already have my underwear picked out for the week.”
She felt him tense up behind her. His arms tightened around her, just a little, not enough to cause discomfort.
“I like to keep things organized so I don’t forget stuff. Sorry, I’m just that way.”
“What panties do you have picked out for tomorrow?”
“A pair of pink ones with lace in the back, they’re super cute.”
“What kind do you have on now?”
“A pair of…”
Wait, she couldn’t believe she was sitting here discussing her panties with her boss. Well, technically he was her man now, so that kind of made it okay. April blushed. Damn it.
“April, what kind of panties do you have on?”
“Um, a pair of black ones. I had to wear thongs tonight because I didn’t want my panty line to show through my outfit.”
He groaned… for obvious reasons.
She groaned in embarrassment. Why had she told him that? He didn’t need to know about panty lines and thongs. Gosh April get a hold of yourself. Maybe there was something in that grape hotness that was making her act like this. No more grape hotness for her.
“Anyway,” April waved a hand in the air, determined to move away from the topic of underwear. “Like I was saying…”
“I have on boxers.” Chad said, out of the blue.
What the what?
Why were they still discussing underwear?
“I figured I’d share what I had on since you shared what you had on. That way we could both be embarrassed together.”
April burst out laughing. In a weird ‘this is too much’ kind of way, him sharing that information was sweet.
“Thanks for sharing. So you can tell I got embarrassed huh? Was it the blushing? I swear I can’t make it stop, no matter how hard I try.”
“Yeah, the blush always gives you away.”
“I should be comfortable discussing almost anything considering I’ve been playing with sex toys all day.”
“You’ve been what?”
“Playing with sex toys, oh, that sounds bad doesn’t it?”
“April, who have you been playing with sex toys with?”
“My roommates.”
“Your,” Chad started to cough.
April sat up and turned to face him. She patted his chest because she couldn’t reach his back.
“I’m fine,” he told her. “Why were you and your roommates playing with sex toys? Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Yes, there is, I’m trying to explain why it may have seemed like Christy was acting strange.” She placed her finger to his lips, silencing him when he attempted to speak. “As for the sex toys, my roommate works at a sex store and her boss wants her to host a toy party for a bride this weekend. I’m helping her, so we were going over our party plans today. Now, no more talking about sex toys and underwear, okay?”
Chad grinned against her finger. A tingle began in her belly and spread to other more interesting parts of her body. Wow, a grin can do that?

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Amazon US – http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N1CFSW4
Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00N1CFSW4
Amazon CA – http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00N1CFSW4
Amazon AU – https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00N1CFSW4

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