Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Sexy Snippet from Love, Lies and British Spies with Selena Laurence


WELCOME TO THE BLOG SELENA!!!

Meet Selena:
Selena Laurence loves to write romantic stuff that helps you get away. Life can be a grind, and things like jobs and kids and dirty dishes make Jill a dull girl – and Selena too. So, she writes about hot guys and smart girls and exotic locales to give us all an Escape from the Everyday. Selena lives in the Rocky Mountains with her husband, children and a very spoiled Goldendoodle.

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Owen had only ever experienced two types of “first times” with women. The first was the fast, furious and passionate variety. Tearing clothes, panting frantically, shagging hard. When it was over it felt more like you’d run a marathon or engaged in warfare than done anything remotely resembling an act of love. Any resulting relationship was usually as fast and furious as the sex had been.

The second variety had only happened a couple of times, at the beginning of what had become longer-term romances. Those events were tender, but awkward, neither party knowing exactly what to do or how to act. Some fumbling, some embarrassment; it always got better the next time around, but that first time was difficult even when he cared deeply for the other person.

But, with Eva, he finally discovered a third type of “first time” and he knew that this type was something you probably only found once in your lifetime. This was what all those poems about love described, what breathless women saw in those “chick flicks.” This was it. She was it.

As they fell onto the bed in a tumbled heap, Owen’s hands trembled and he kissed her slowly, feathering touches up and down her arms.

“Are you sure this is all right?” he asked with a little grin. “I mean I don’t want to take advantage when you’ve not been in your right mind.”

“It’s more than all right,” she whispered. “In fact, if you back out now I’ll never forgive you.”

She said it with a certain teasing lilt to her voice, but he knew she meant it. Luckily, he had absolutely no interest in rejecting her now or any other time, so he simply began kissing her more ardently, sucking gently on her lips, and stroking his thumb over her nipples through her worn t-shirt.

Eva wound her hands through his hair and sighed into his mouth. It was a small whisper of breath, but it made him feel like he had when he’d climbed Mt. Everest after a band of Tibetan rebels—the sense of accomplishment was so immense. He had made her sigh like that, him. He could only imagine what he’d feel like if all went as it should over the next hour...or two or three.

Eva pushed up underneath him, squirming until he stopped kissing her neck and looked at her inquisitively. “Too many clothes,” she gasped.

Ahh, now that he could fix. He sat up on his knees, straddling her hips while she looked up at him, a mysterious smile on her face. Slowly he pulled the bottom of his t- shirt up and over his head, smiling back at her the entire time.

“Mmmm,” she hummed at him. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

As she reached up to stroke his chest, he began to unbutton his jeans. She continued to look at him intently, smoothing her cool hands over his torso. He almost didn’t want to have to stand up and break the contact, but he did feel it was crucial to shed the pants, so he stood up next to the bed, and dropped trou and boxers, just going for it. There he stood, in all his glory, while the woman in question was still completely clothed.

He looked down at her and she looked up at him, her cheeks and chest flushed a soft pink. She licked her lips. He pounced, kissing her enthusiastically, unbuttoning her cut- offs and yanking them down. She kicked them off of her ankles and onto the floor. He reached behind her shoulders and pulled her into a sitting position and removed her annoying top at the same time. As she lay back down, he placed a knee in between her legs and slowly followed her onto the bed.

“Better?” he queried.

“Much,” she breathed.


Excerpt from Love, Lies and British Spies ©2013 by Selena Laurence. All rights reserved.

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After an engagement gone terribly awry, American interior designer Eva Anderson has finally met the man of her dreams. Handsome, charming Owen Martin is one of London’s most talented musicians, and he’s head over heels for Eva to boot. They fall in love, get married, and go on a fabulous honeymoon to Paris.

But Owen forgot to tell Eva one little detail: he’s actually a top secret British spy . . . oh, and there are more than a few women in his past. Unfortunately for Eva, one of those women is the beloved younger sister of Middle Eastern terrorist Hassam Khalil. Hassam wants nothing more than revenge on Owen for defiling his sister, so he kidnaps Eva.

Owen rushes to the catacombs of Paris to rescue his new bride only to discover that she’s learned all of his worst secrets and wants nothing more to do with him. From the teashops of London to the cafes of Paris and the ports of Alexandria, Owen and Eva encounter terrorists run amok, friends with the best of intentions, guns, fangirls, and espionage galore. But, will love ever be enough to overcome the lies of this British spy?
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