Wendi Zwaduk Returns To Make This A (Very) Happy Hump(ing) Day!

Thanks to Maria-Claire for having me back. I love being here. I thought for today, I’d bring a story out of the vault, so to speak. This book came out almost a year ago (wow, time flies!), but I’m a sucker for ghosts. I’m not a big one on actually ghost hunting. I hate the dark unless I’m sleeping. I’ve watched one too many scary movies to know that there’s very little that’s hanging out around the corner that’s not wanting to eat me. Grin. I don’t have an overactive imagination or anything.

So here’s my addition to the Hump Day Festivities: a saucy little excerpt from CARELESS WHISPER. Here’s the blurb to set things up:

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He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.

The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

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And now for the HUMP!!!

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EXCERPT

CARELESS WHISPER

by Wendi Zwaduk

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“Open.”

She froze. It wasn’t a question. He worked in demands. Well, hell.

“Do I need to spank you?”

The idea of him paddling her ass until it tinged a ripe pink had never occurred to her, yet his threat sounded so…erotic. Would he really spank her?

“I can see the wheels turning in your mind.” He tapped her inner knee. “Next time. Open.”

Samara complied, allowing him to see her every secret, but as she did, she closed her eyes. Better not to see him cringe, laugh or find her not up to par.

“You are beautiful, Samara.”

Her breath clogged in her throat as she met his gaze. Honesty glowed in his words. Of all the things he’d said, he hadn’t lied. Without words, he asked for her trust. He might not be the man she expected, no, but he was more.

When he traced her clit with his tongue, her body convulsed. The tremors started in her legs. She arched against him and Ryan perched her feet on his shoulders. He pierced her channel with his tongue, fucking her. Each swipe bringing her closer to nirvana, closer to believing in her own sensuality.

She moaned. As she writhed against his mouth, Ryan caressed the pucker of her ass with his fingers. She tensed a split second. No man had ever breached her rear entrance. With Ryan, the act seemed natural, like he’d been made to love her.

Holy hell. Love? Yeah, the idea that he could love her crossed her mind. And a tiny part of her heart loved him in return—not that she could tell him.

“Come for me, babe.” Ryan spread her pussy lips wide, suckling on her clit.

The orgasm built low in her belly and spread along her nerve endings. A white-hot bolt of pleasure heated her womb. She licked her dry lips and panted. Fisting the sheets, she gave in to the sensations. “Ryan.” Seconds seemed to drag on forever as the residual quakes subsided.

Warmth flooded her pussy and washed over her ass. As she lay limp and emotionally drained on his bed, the thought occurred to her. She’d never come quite so hard before. She shifted a fraction of an inch. The bed was wet. What had she done?

“You came, sweetheart.” Ryan stood and shoved his jeans and boxers past his hips. His cock, at least six inches of steel, pointed to her. The dusky tip glistened with clear liquid. For her? She shivered at the predation and heat in his eyes. Holy crap.

“I’ve never made a woman climax the way you did and I liked it.” He crawled onto the bed, nestling himself between her legs. His cock throbbed against her clit, renewing her arousal. He fused his lips to hers, the tangy spice of her juices on his tongue. Releasing the sheet, she slid her hands along his torso and relished the feel of his body, his spirit enveloping hers. He pumped his hips, grinding against her.

“Do I measure up?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Did he measure up? To what? Her fuzzy brain cleared. Mr. Self-Control needed an ego boost. “You’re fishing for a compliment.”

When she looked away, he slithered against her until she had to look into his eyes. “I want to please you.”

Pink bled across his cheeks or was it the odd colours from the security light playing mind tricks?

“You did.” More than he’d ever believe. She reached between their bodies and caressed his bottom lip with her index finger. “Condom?”

“Another reason I can’t let you go. You’re the smart one. Hold still.” Ryan grappled in the bedside stand. He produced a foil packet and tore it with his teeth. “I haven’t had use for these in a while.” He rose up onto his knees, sheathing his erection with the latex barrier. “Soon I want to feel you skin to skin.”

“Take me,” she murmured.

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Wendi has too many great books to list them all here, so pop on over to her website to learn more!

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NOTE:  The party is winding down! Remember: one lucky winner from the pool of participants who leaves a comment for EACH post here on my blog from January 2, 2012 through February 3, 2012 will be chosen at random to win a $100.00 gift certificate to purchase his or her choice of smokin’ hot books from TOTAL-E-BOUND! The winner will be announced on February 4, 2012.

Maria-Claire