MY SEXY SATURDAY

January 9, 2016January 9, 2016Tmonique Stephens

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Happy New Year! 2016 will be an awesome year. Today I’m sharing a sexy snippet from Eternity, the first novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Meet Roman and Stella. He’s loved her for two thousand years, while she has no memory of him.

Remember your promise and let her go.

He stroked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and slid his fingers down her silky cheek. She nuzzled him, turned her face into his palm and kissed him. Every noble intention evaporated like a bead of sizzling water in a hot skillet. Cock rock hard, he had to kiss her, feel her breath on his skin, in his body. In the deserted park, he needed her now.

The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled and he froze.

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven-day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them.

Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.

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My Sexy Saturday Dec 5, 2015

December 5, 2015December 4, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Time for a My Sexy Saturday post. Here is an excerpt from my latest manuscript, Descendants of Ra Book 4.

Her finger traced a pattern on his arm, which sent a shot of lust down his spine.

“Boy, you’re easy to talk too…when you can’t answer back.” A dry laugh escaped, and quickly dropped to a sigh. “Never thought I would miss the sound of someone’s voice.” The back of her hand stroked his cheek and slipped under his chin. She leaned closer. So close her breath fanned his lips. So close her amethyst eyes were all he could see.

Damn he wanted to taste her, slide his tongue between her parted lips, and draw her breath into his lungs. Just once, to quiet the question that suddenly needed an answer. He couldn’t move, not without her permission.

The smaller wiser, saner part of his brain raised a red flag and threw out query. After the kiss, then what? Fuck her? Kill her? Both or neither, what’s the game plan? Exit strategy?

Ridley closed her eyes, shook her head, and pulled away to move her food around her plate. He heard the word stupid mumbled under her breath and had to agree. From one to ten, them kissing had to be level fifteen stupid. Yet he’d never claimed to be a rocket scientist. The thought of being stupid with Ridley Cross had his blood humming. He watched as she chowed down her food in record time and push away from the breakfast bar.

“I’m going to check out our loot while you finish eating.” She stomped away.

EJ obeyed the order with gusto until a gasp came from the bedroom, then a strangled scream. “No! Noooo!”

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My Sexy Saturday

May 2, 2015May 1, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Here are 7 sexy sentences from EVERLASTING, the second novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Meet Reign Nicolis and Detective Alexis Lever.

Alexis led the way upstairs. Inside her bedroom, she guided Reign to a rattan chair, which groaned under his weight. She backed away and toed off the soggy sneakers, then grabbed the tab of the zipper on her sweater. Slow and steady, the whiz of the descending tab was the only sound in the room. Hands gripping the arms the chair, Reign leaned forward, lips parted, eyes glazed. His gaze traveled with the zipper and then shot to her face.

A wicked smile answered his unasked question. She turned, showing him her back. She shrugged one shoulder free and peeked over it, making sure she had his full attention. His gaze hadn’t left her. Another shrug and the sweater slid to the middle of her back.

The chair creaked.

She didn’t turn around. She let the sweater fall. The pants followed, pooling at her ankles. Maybe she should thank the NYPD for not confiscating her lacy underwear. Bending over, she stepped from the pile of clothing. When she straightened, she knew Reign no longer sat in the chair on the other side of the room.

Heat radiated from him, warming her back. The straps of her bra dangled. She reached behind and with a pinch and twist; the bra fell to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her string bikini and shimmied out of them.

Heavy footsteps followed her into the bathroom and stopped when she entered the shower stall. The strip of frosted glass on the shower door hid enough to let the imagination run wild. By Reign’s strained stare, tense body, and the vein pulsing in his neck, he imagined a lot.

Alexis crooked a finger and invited him inside. She didn’t want him to imagine. She wanted him to see.

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Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem.

Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?

Problem.

To save his twin from death, Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead, and once more become what he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to none. But he is haunted by those who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog his footsteps, relentless in their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the Goddess. She may own his body, but never his heart.

Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.

My Sexy Saturday

February 28, 2015February 27, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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Here’s 7 sexy paragraphs from Evermore, the latest novel in the Descendants of Ra series. Meet Avery Nicolis and Emeline Gamble.

“Don’t.” Now it was her turn to shove him away. He hauled her back. She had no right to be angry. She’d lied, manipulated him, came into the bedroom, and used him. He should be angry, not her. She gave up that right when she took the job to stalk him.

Her lips had parted on a surprised inhale. Soft, sultry lips. Heat danced in her eyes, fired his blood. With one mind, his heart and body yearned for what couldn’t be. Avery ignored both. He wanted a fight, not the simmering passion he suffered in her presence. Roman had often said, “You can’t always get what you want,” or was that the Rolling Stones? Right now, he wanted to punish her, and himself.

He fisted her hair and crushed her mouth to his. He’d wanted her to hit him, punch him, use her nails to claw his skin. Anything to stop the need festering in his soul.

Emeline’s lips parted on a sexy growl and she licked his lips. A lightning strike would’ve been gentler. Enthralled, he opened and sought more. He may as well have allowed a knife into his heart. The flavor of her swept through his blood, rebranding everything he loved about Emeline into his cells. As if he could’ve taken a scalpel and carved her brand from his heart. Yeah, good luck with that.

Yet, that’s exactly what he had to do, and in the process—he’d bleed out. There’d be nothing left of him. So be it, but for now, in this moment, he drank her in like an alcoholic at an open bar. He couldn’t get his fill. No matter how much he gulped, he would forever thirst for Emeline.

She grabbed his head, slanted her lips across his mouth. He gave himself over to the feel of her tongue deep in his mouth, and her curves grinding into him, her breasts against his chest. Her hands on his flesh. The right key in the right lock. She fit him as no one else ever had before.

Emeline nipped his lips and soothed the spot with a lick. She pushed at his razor thin control, uncaring about what she did to him. He cupped her ass and stroked his erection into her cleft, the haven where he longed to be. She yanked away, panting. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting him on her skin, and then pulled her swollen bottom lip into her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed and she seemed to savor the taste of him on her flesh. “Let’s get this done—so you can hand me over to McIntosh.” She smirked and sauntered away.

There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.

But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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My Sexy Saturday

February 21, 2015February 20, 2015Tmonique Stephens

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It’s Saturday and time for a sexy post. Here are seven paragraphs from Eternity, the first novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Meet Roman and Stella.

“Roman, I’ve never had a man in my home before.” Stella rasped and lust raced down his spine, igniting every nerve ending and wiping his brain clean of every thought, but one. He caught the belt of her robe and followed it up to the knot. A finger slipped in and loosened it. His breath fanned her face. She tilted her chin up at the perfect angle for his lips to cover hers.

His finger stopped, and withdrew. What the hell am I doing? Stella’s words darted through his brain. No boyfriends, she told McCabe. It was too ridiculous to be true. But … could she be a virgin? He had to get out of her bed, her apartment, maybe the city, let one of his men protect her.

She touched him again, ran her palm over his stubbled jaw and traced a finger over his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose. She played with the shell of his ear until his chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. Then her fingers found his lips and the laughter stopped.

He opened his mouth and drew her finger in. Like a hare trapped by a wolf, she quivered, her eyes searching the darkness for him. Roman opened her robe, letting cool air hit her. She closed her eyes and arched, allowing him to strip the robe from her arms. Beneath the covering she wore a lace-trimmed camisole and boy shorts. Her high breast would fit perfectly in his palms. Flat stomach and curvaceous hips, the shorts clearly outlined the juncture between her thighs.

“Better?” he croaked. Stella nodded and her hand landed on the center of his chest and stroked downward, teasing, touching, torturing until lava replaced the blood pumping through his veins. His hand snaked under the top and caressed her smooth satiny skin. He glided up her flat abs. Then stumbled over puckered skin. She gasped.

Had he hurt her? Unsure, he hesitated while she rolled away and shifted to the edge. A broken sob reached him. Shoulders shaking, she tried to smother her cries in the pillow. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. Spooned, he held her close and let her cry. When her tears subsided, Roman raised the hem of her top and again slid his hand under.

“These scars mean nothing other than what you let them mean. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He stroked the damaged skin and her body quivered. “I’m sorry you’ve suffered, but I swear to you, nothing will ever hurt you again.”

BLURB

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them.

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My Sexy Saturday December 12, 2014

December 13, 2014December 12, 2014Tmonique Stephens

This week’s theme is A Sexy Morning. Don’t you just love it when you see characters have a snuggle down day that starts with an awesome morning? I know I do. Today, I’m sharing seven sexy lines from the 2nd novel in my Descendants of Ra series.

Alexis moaned and Reign’s tongue slid into her mouth. He tasted like Sunday dinner at grandma’s, Christmas morning, and Midnight on New Year’s Eve, while his body promised Disney World. His biceps flexed as his hand slid under her shirt and stroked up her back.

She moved her hand up his chest, feeling the cotton fabric, the tense muscles beneath, and the thud of his racing heartbeat. Then her fingertips brushed the bare skin of his neck. A bundle of conflicting emotions slammed into her. Passion warred with frustration and a simmering rage.

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Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem for a 2000-year-old warrior.

Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?

Problem.

REIGN NICOLIS

One touch from her silky skin and a warrior lost his way. One kiss from her luscious lips and a warrior gave all he had. A bond forged in the heat of battle and a warrior will fight all the gods in the Egyptian pantheon for the love of one woman.

ALEXIS LEVER

Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis, the leading suspect in The Village Strang case. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.

My Sexy Saturday August 17, 2013

August 17, 2013August 17, 2013Tmonique Stephens

This is a HOT, SLIPPERY scene from Everlasting, the second novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Hope you can handle it

Water cascaded from an overhead spout, plastering Alexis’s hair into coppery waves, and streaked down a body built for pleasure. She plucked a container off a shelf and poured a substance into her palms. Whimsical jasmine scented bubbles erupted wherever she touched. They glided down her breasts, playfully peek-a-booed with her rigid nipples, dipped into her belly button, curved over her hips, tangled in her nest, and finished the marathon by racing down her long, graceful legs. Gossamer suds clung to places Reign wanted to taste and touch, linger over, revere.

She lathered her rear, cupped, and caressed her flesh. Foam cloaked her, then sluiced off leaving behind perfect skin. He tried to close his eyes to keep from lunging forward and claiming what his body demanded, but he couldn’t deny himself this pleasure. He had to see.

Alexis stared at him. Beads of water clung to her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. He waited for her to order him away, something Nephythys would do. A sultry smile graced her pouty lips as she crooked a finger and ordered him near. Fully clothed, he stepped under the spray.

She giggled and laughed…at him. A tinkling sound filled with mirth that carved out a hollow space in his heart. He was about to escape as far away as the tether would allow when she plucked the soaked shirt from his chest and slipped her hand beneath. His skin sizzled where she caressed. Her other hand skimmed down to his crotch.

His world shifted from a dismal abyss to a carnival filled with carnal delights all centered on one woman.

“I want you naked. Now.” She ordered.

His throat dried and the clothing keeping her hand from his hard cock vanished. Her soft palm gripped him hard. Her thumb slid over the tip and spread his juices. Slack-jawed, the back of his head slammed into the wall. Ripples of pent-up passion spread from his cock out to every part of his being. She cupped his tight balls. His breath became ragged, wheezing through his lungs, whistling through his clenched teeth. She stroked him; up, down, around. Pumping with a steady rhythm until thought ceased and his hips took over.

She stopped, though her hand still fisted around the base of his shaft. He throbbed.

Do not cease!

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My Sexy Saturday July 6, 2013

July 6, 2013June 30, 2013Tmonique Stephens

This is an excerpt from Everlasting, releasing July 15th.

His firm lips kissed the delicate spot above her collarbone. Did he know that would drive her crazy? She grabbed his broad shoulders. Her nipples tightened. Desire coiled low in her groin. His long, midnight hair brushed the back of her hand. She threaded her fingers through the silky strands and arched, bringing her nipples into contact with his hard pecs. Need shot through her.

His lips stroked up the column of her neck. She turned her head, giving him complete access to the sensitive skin. He chuckled, a deep, sensual sound that reverberated through her and made her want to hear him laugh.

A velvety touch circled the shell of her ear. She giggled and twisted her head to get away, bringing their lips within centimeters of contact. Would he finally kiss her? Through the fall of his hair, she glimpsed his eyes. Deep ocean blue. She struggled for air as she drowned in their watery depths.

His hands tightened on her bare hips. Her legs parted and slid up his muscular thighs. She was more than ready for him. He said her name. Whispered it. “Alexis. Wake up.”

Detective Alexis Lever shot straight up in her bed. Her breath hitched and her heart ran a marathon in her chest.

Wow.

She’d dreamed of him before, but never so vividly. He was always shrouded. Shadows masked his face and a great distance separated them. Tonight, she felt his touch, glimpsed his face.

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June 14, 2013Tmonique Stephens

Here are 7 sexy paragraphs from Everlasting, book 2 in my Egyptian God series. Coming soon.

For countries, for kings, and for emperors, he killed. To honor the Nicolis name, he killed. And to protect the one person he loved—his brother—he killed. Too many to count fell beneath his blade, but each victory came with a price.

Roman must return. Without his brother’s easy temperament to balance the darkness in Reign’s soul, the Vanquished ruled, and he would become a madman, no better than the beast he chased. Soon he would lose rational thought and descend into madness. He hadn’t traveled all this way to become the thing he would destroy. No. His fingers cracked the hard surface of the black ground, searching for earth to hold onto and center him. Sometimes touching the ground from which all things sought sustenance helped suppress the riot in his brain. But there was no dirt beneath the surface of this strange ground. An ashy, gray substance covered his fingers instead of fertile earth.

A distant whimper reached Reign and gave him the strength to turn his head a fraction. A woman stumbled from the house. She wobbled on unsteady legs. A wild, curly mass of hair obscured her view. She rested on one of the wooden columns. One wrong step and she’d trip on the scattered debris and tumble down the stairs. He had to get to her before she fell.

Fighting the invisible demons weighing him down, Reign forced himself to his knees. Then he crawled. With each step, the cries of the Vanquished lessened, replaced by calming silence. If he were pious, he would offer a prayer that she stay put until her reached her.

She pushed away from the column. Her knees buckled. Seconds before her skull would’ve smashed onto the ground, Reign materialized. He dove beneath her and absorbed the brunt of the fall.

Damn the gods. The feel of her solid form blasted through his petrified center. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this. Human contact. The simple act of touching and being touched. Warmth and the softness of a woman. So long denied, now he feasted.

He buried his face in her mass of curly hair and inhaled jasmine and honey. A moan ripe with longing ripped from his throat and he fitted her lush curves more intimately to him. She shivered and her breath curled in the air. Gently, he rolled and let her slide from his arms to her back. The pale glow of artificial light bathed her face and he forgot to breathe. Something so lovely couldn’t be real. Wasn’t real. Touching her shouldn’t be allowed.