Welcome to the Release Party
for erotic author
Casey Sheridan
I know the music is loud and it's dark in here, but join in, grab your glass of champagne from one of our sexy waiters and have a look around. We're so glad you stopped in. You'll also find artist booths who are doing glow-in-the-dark body paints so be sure to stop at one and pick out a few sexy designs to show off.
Now - go find Casey! She's mingling among all the guests and streamers. I'm sure you'll run into many of your friends as you roam around. Don't be afraid to dance a little and let yourself go! Grab one of the waiters with an empty tray but watch out for the balloons floating around on the floor. We're glad you joined us for the fun and let's begin the celebration of Casey's new book.
I've posted the excerpt below for your reading pleasure! Psst! Come closer - there are extra towels in the reading room when you're ready to read the excerpt! Don't forget to leave a comment to be in the drawing!
Blurb:
A matchmaking party was not Melodie's idea of fun, and wearing vibrating panties was just plain weird. Or was it?
Should
she go to the party? After all, she just might meet Mr. Right. And if
he doesn't show, she has the vibrating panties to keep things
interesting.
Excerpt for Number
69:
He chuckled
softly, brought her hand up to his sensuous lips, and placed a kiss on the back
of her hand. The brief contact left a delightful tingle on her skin.
His eyes shone
with a flirtatious sparkle. “Sixty-nine? That’s my favorite number.”
Her face warmed
with a soft blush. “Actually, my name is Melodie. Melodie Kane.”
Elliott closed his
eyes. “Melodie. Melodie Kane.” It was as if he was trying it out on his tongue,
and she had to admit, she loved the way he said it. He made her name sound
erotic and naughty, a playful kind of naughty that made her nipples tighten.
When he opened his
eyes, he gave her another bright smile. “Such a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure
to meet you, Melodie. I’m afraid from now on I’ll forever associate you with
the number sixty-nine, which makes that number a particularly sweet position.”
She couldn’t help
but laugh aloud. “You have a mischievous side, Mr. Stevens.”
“Sorry about that.
I get a bit corny when I’m nervous,” he said as he ran his hand through his
hair.
He’s embarrassed
too?
“I don’t think
you’re being corny at all, but I do understand. This is my first time attending
something like this. I’m so nervous I’m surprised I haven’t tripped over my own
feet.”
A wave of relief
washed over his handsome features. “Me too. Actually, a friend of mine signed
me up. I wasn’t going to come.” He looked into her eyes before saying, “But now
I’m glad I did.”
“Oh,” was all she
could say. She never had anyone tell her something so sweet before. He was glad
he came, because he’d met her. What was she supposed to say to that? Thank you?
How sweet? Take off your clothes? What?
Her silence must
have made Elliott more uneasy because he ran his hand through his hair again.
That’s when Melodie noticed how large and strong they were. He had to be a
musician or artist with hands like that. A massage therapist. That’s it! She
could imagine the pleasure those long fingers would produce as they made their
way over her body. She smiled slightly at the thought of replacing the
vibrator. She liked the idea of him toying with her clit, and her panties were
soaked as evidence of that fact.
Concentrate,
Melodie! You’re letting your mind wander. Granted, it’s going off into
delicious territory, but pay attention to the here and now.
Honesty was the
best policy, she decided. She smiled and ran a finger around one of the buttons
of his suit coat. “Thank you, Elliott. That’s very sweet of you to say.”
The effect was
immediate. His shoulders straightened, and his chest puffed out. His eyes
twinkled as they glanced again at her discarded champagne flute. “Can I get you
another drink?”
He took up her
glass, turned, and headed for the bar. Melodie watched him walk. She believed a
woman could tell a lot about a man by the way his body moved when he walked,
and what she saw was very, very good.
Head up and back
straight said he had confidence and strength. His movements were fluid,
powerful, and yet he had a masculine grace. He had a certain swagger that told
her there was an excellent chance he was good in bed. If things continued to go
well, maybe someday she’d find out for herself.
When Elliott
reached the bar, he leaned over the counter slightly, and spoke to one of the
bartenders, then looked back at her, giving her a wink.
She smiled in
return, and the little bullet in her panties went from low to medium. She took
a deep breath and enjoyed the wet pleasure her pussy received as she continued
to gaze at Elliott. An image of him between her thighs came to mind—her legs
thrown over his shoulders as his mouth gave her aching pussy the tongue-lashing
it sorely needed.
Number 69 is
available as an eBook from:
Casey Sheridan
wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and
loved it so much she never stopped. Casey’s work has been published by
Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman,
Every Night Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.
She loves
reading, writing, chocolate, book stores, and art museums.
You can find her
on the Web at:
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