Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! Thanks to everybody who stopped by last week. As I mentioned in a comment last week, I find writing kisses and love scenes a little difficult, so I'm always nervous about how they sound until I can get another reader's opinion. And this one's changed since my CP last saw it. So all your comments made my day. :)

I've decided to keep with the scene for this week and probably next week as well, if anybody would like to read more. For the sake of the snippet, I think I skipped a sentence or two.

A soft moan escaped her, her mouth opening beneath his. She lifted onto her toes to deepen the contact.

A deep guttural groan rumbled out of him and he pulled his mouth from hers. His gaze hot and intense, he released her, only to grab her hand and tug her behind him as he opened the back door and moved into the house. Some part of her brain screamed at her to stop this now, but Becca couldn’t find the words. Or the need to say them.

And of course, don't forget to stop the Six Sunday website and read all the other fabulous snippets!  Only thing I hate about SSS is my TBR pile has tipped over! lol See you next week!

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome! Thanks to everyone who stops by and leaves a comment. I say this every week, but I truly appreciate it! This week I'm picking up where we left on last week. 

As promised, her mouth fell open, a quiet, needy whimper escaping her, and desire flooded her.

“Jack, please…” Though whether she meant please stop or stop teasing and kiss me she couldn’t be sure, only that her traitorous hands pulled him closer.

He lifted his head, his gaze catching hers for a single, tension filled moment, those eyes darkening with arousal right before his mouth claimed hers. His kiss gentle and languid, his lips plied hers, soft and unhurried, but with an undercurrent of raw hunger that ignited a flame in her belly. His body trembled against her, his arousal pressing into her stomach.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! For those who've never played before, you take six sentence, either from a WIP or one of your published novels, and post six sentence (not seven, not five, but six) and post 'em on Sunday. I've become addicted to these. It's fun picking out six sentences and fun reading everyone else's. So be sure you stop by the SSS website to read all the other fabulous snippets!

I'm continuing where I left off last week.Well, not quite. For the sake of the snippet, I decided to skip a few lines.

“I happen to know certain spots on your neck that make you forget you’re angry with me.”

A shudder rocketed through her, a soft, shuddering exhalation escaping her mouth as she shamelessly tipped her head to the side, offering herself up to him.

“Like this one.” He nipped the spot in question with his teeth and her fingers curled around his shoulders, anchoring her to him.

“And this one.” This time, his lips skimmed up her throat, his teeth nipping at the flesh beneath her earlobe.

Thanks to everybody who stops by and leaves a comment. They're always appreciated! See you next week!

Guest Author -- Ju Dimello

Today I'm welcoming Ellora's Cave author Ju Dimello. I'm handing over my keyboard, so she can tell us a bit about her debut release, Fiery Icicle. Welcome Ju!

Thanks so much, Joanne, for hosting me in your blog to celebrate my debut release!

I love it, like any other writer, when the characters come to me fully formed, right down to the smallest detail. And chances of that are like winning a lotto. It’s so easy to write a “perfect” character, simply because perfection is boring. There, I said it! Honestly, how would you like to spend time with a perfectly groomed man, who keeps his things so tidy, spotless? Being in the same room with him is enough to give me jeebies of whether I’m the “dirty one” by simply being myself or the “odd one out” because I took a late bath? :Shudders: He might seem more like an alien to me than someone real (even paranormals are real in my story J) Usually I end up doing a lot more research to ensure they have some flaw, or something that makes me connect to the character, to the extent that I miss them when I finish writing their story! I loved Nathan (the demon) in Fiery Icicle because he knew which buttons to push, whereas Zach knows the word, apology, thereby making me love him too. (Just don’t say that to Madeline, the heroine, okay?)

How about you? Any memorable characteristic from a recent book or film that stood out for you? Made you feel connected with the hero / heroine? Let me know in the comments.

I have one copy of Fiery Icicle to giveaway during the blog tour and every comment during this week will count towards it. I’ll pick a winner around the 15^th of April and contact them! Don’t forget to leave your email id.

Blurb and Excerpt:

I thought I’d share a short version of the blurb and excerpt here, while a longer one can be enjoyed at : http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10002-fiery-icicle.aspx

This story contains a half-fae intent on claiming his woman, a half-demon bent on resisting her and a passion that's hot enough to melt the alpine snow

Excerpt:

Black suited him—both his hair and the full-sleeved shirt he wore over his rippling muscles. She tried not to be affected by his smoldering gaze, undressing her sure and steady. She needed to get rid of him and fast.

“Give me the tickets and get going. I don’t need a damn babysitter.”

His eyes darkened and took on a dangerous glint as his jaw clenched. In that instant, he appeared nothing like the sinful, delicious demon he portrayed himself as, but one who’d have no qualms about throwing her over his shoulders as though she was a sack of potatoes, if needed.

“Believe me. I didn’t want to be one either. But the choice isn’t mine. Zach wants you safe. So it’s either with me or with me. Choose.”

Felt like slapping him yet? In case you want to read more enticing excerpts, do check where I’ll be during this week: http://judimello.blogspot.ca/p/fiery-icicle-release-week-celebration.html

Buy: Ellora's Cave  Amazon

You can also find me at the following places.

Website : www.judimello.com

Blog: http://judimello.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/judimello

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Romance-Author-Ju-Dimello/111756422240536

Drop me a line..I’d love to hear from you!

Thanks for being with me today, Ju! Happy sales for your first release!

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! Today's snippet is again from Winning Becca. Not quite picking up where I left off last week. I've skipped a paragraph of introspection.

“You wouldn’t dare.” The words came out on a breathy whisper instead of with the fierceness she’d intended.

His lips hovered beyond hers, touching yet not, and her mouth fell open, her tongue running along her lower lip. So close. So achingly close.

“I would, and the mood I’m in, I’m not above playing dirty.” 

Darn that six sentence rule. ;) 

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Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! I want to say thanks to those of you who stopped by last week and offer my apologies for not getting around to any other six's. The day unfortunately got away from me. One of those days when "when it rains it pours." I didn't stop running until somewhere around bedtime. I'm going to make sure I get around this week! Sunday morning is mine! :)

okay, since those of you who stopped by said you'd like to see where this goes, I've decided to continue. This doesn't pick up quite where the last one left off. I skipped a couple of lines. 

“Or else I may do something I’m pretty sure you’ll hate me for in the mornin’.” He whispered against her mouth, the low huskiness of his voice washing over her like a heated caress. “The feel of your hands on me…I am sorely tempted to pick you up and carry you upstairs.”

As his meaning sank in, desire swift and strong slid through her belly. All the fight drained out of her. His hot, moist breath against her lips taunted her, his skin deliciously warm beneath her fingers.

 Thanks again for stopping by! If you'd like to participate or just read more snippets, you can do so at the six Sunday website.