This week’s theme is one of food and while I have an incredible scene that takes place in the kitchen of a bakery unfortunately that is not published or even edited yet so it will have to wait. Actually looking at some of my books I seem to have quite a think with sex in the kitchen. LOL There are such scenes in both Submissive Secrets as well as POM – The Burning not to mention the upcoming Obsession of Jayde. And until Jayde the food played a very minor role. So I give you a small excerpt from Pentacles Of Magick – The Burning because well, Cash Scott is smokin!
First things first. Food and decent clothes. She rifled
through the drawers in the dresser to find only men’s clothing.
Nice stuff, too. Expensive designer T-shirts and undergarments,
even the workout gear looked and felt incredibly luxurious. Now
if only she could find some of this stuff to fit her. She padded
across the room to the closet to find only more menswear. There
were several nice suits with shirts and ties but there was also an
equal amount of leather. She slowly breathed in the familiar rich
Her thoughts immediately flashed to Cash and the way his
lean, muscular body had filled out his leather pants and jacket.
Yum. A little dark cloud settled over her at the realization that
she would never see him again. She hadn’t even gotten his last
name, let alone any other personal information about him. She
suspected, though, that she would never forget the affect he had
on her or be able to ride her bike again without thoughts of his
hard cock pressing against her backside.
Pulling herself back from her wayward thoughts, she closed
the closet door and started to search the room for a way out.
Walking to the door, she bent down to examine the lock to see if
it could be picked. Testing the knob, her eyes widened in
surprise when the door popped open. Slowly she peeked outside
the doorway, looking for a guard or camera that would be
watching her. Spying nothing, she stood up and eased out the
door, her bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floors.
Pressing her back against the wall, she waited for any clue
that someone was nearby. Hearing no sound and only smelling
the food and—dear God—coffee, she hurried across the landing
to the stairs. Until she got to the bottom of the stairs she would
be completely vulnerable to anyone who walked into the area.
She considered turning around and investigating ways out of the
house through other rooms, but damn that food smelled good and
she was hungry. She quickly moved down the stairs, trying not
to cause any creaks. She reached the bottom with no incident.
With the adrenalin coursing through her body, her limbs
were no longer heavy or slow.
Something isn’ t right here.
Why would Merc allow her free reign of the house? It
would only take a few minutes for her to have the whole place
crashing down on them in flames. A test maybe? Some sort of
new trap? She’d figure it out and eventually find her way out.
She always did.
Following the scent of freshly brewed coffee, she headed to
what she assumed would be the kitchen. The layout of the house
prevented her from seeing the interior of the kitchen without
actually stepping inside, or at the very least poking her head in
the door. She debated the smart course of action, but when her
stomach growled again she decided to go for it.
She moved into the kitchen, coming to a n abrupt halt.
Expecting Merc to be waiting, she nearly fell over in shock at the
sight of the man cooking at the stove. Dressed only in faded
jeans, she followed the curve of his spine up and out across his
broad muscular shoulders. Tanned, smooth skin, except for a
small scar below his right shoulder blade. The faded color of the
skin around the scar indicated the injury was from a long time
His dark hair stood mussed around his head like he’d just
rolled out of bed. An image of him lying naked in a bed, teasing
her with his broad hands and strong fingers, ran through her
head. Him lying over her skin to skin as he pushed himself deep
within in her warm willing body.
Whoa. Get a grip, Selene.
Truth be told, she was just happy and relieved to see him.
She wanted to rush forward and wrap her arms around his waist.
Holding on to him like she would a life preserver.
“ What the hell is going on here, Cash? Where are we?”
“ Well, good morning to you, sunshine.” His voice rumbled
through his body to hers, soothing her despite his attempt at
sarcasm. “ It’s about time you got your lazy butt out of bed. You
She nodded, unable to speak again. She wasn ‘t sure she
could without crying or doing some other crazy girly thing while
feeling so swamped with this unexpected and unwelcome
He put the s poon down on the edge of the pan full of eggs
and turned to face her, his hand touching under her chin to tilt
her face upward to meet his gaze. “ I think we have a lot to talk
about, don’t we?” Selene blinked fighting tears and simply
nodded her head again. “ But first we eat. You’ve been out for
quite a while and have to be starving. Go. Sit. While I finish this
Needing a moment to focus on something else, she turned
away. Looking around the kitchen, she imagined if he was much
of a cook she would be in heaven. Large, oversized stainless
steel appliances filled the room, large countertop workspaces
gleamed, and there was even a brick oven in the far corner. She
peeked out the window over the sink, spying a lush and
manicured small lawn with a tall privacy hedge wrapped all the
way around it, hiding the view in or out of the place. A small
garage stood in the far corner of the yard, connected to the house
by a covered walkway.
“ Cash, whose house is this? And where is it?” She moved
from the window and sat down at the scarred wooden table
against the far wall. Running her fingers over the aged wood, she
thought the table might be out of place in this elegant kitchen,
but instead something about it fit and made the kitchen feel like a
home. There were many nooks and cuts in the wood, indicating
this table had seen its fair share of use. She even found some
initials carved in the corner. Her fingertips ran over them. C.S.
“ I see you have already found the carvings of a bored
teenage boy.” He set down a plate in front of her with a heaping
amount of food on it. Her mouth watered at the sight of eggs,
bacon, toast and plump red strawberries.
“ C.S., is that you?”
“ Sure is. Cash Scott, bored teenager and all around