Happy Friday, fellow bloggers, authors and readers! Today, the wicked author spotlight is on my girl, Sheri Fredricks!
A former engineering secretary, she lives on California’s beautiful central coast. “I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.” A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”
Winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award and Finalist in InD’Tale eMagazine’s Reward Of Novel Excellence award (RONE), she has numerous five star reviews everywhere ebooks are sold.
Sheri loves to spend time at home and connecting with readers. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.
My Website : www.sherifredricks.com
Blogging At : http://sherifredricks.blogspot.com/
For your reading pleasure, take a peek at Continuum from the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection…
Princess Tonya leads a lonely, isolated and painfully celibate existence. Tad, cursed into the form of a frog, isn’t faring any better. When the two cross paths, Tonya’s response to his sexy voice is incendiary. It’s also the key to breaking Tad’s curse in Continuum.
She had sexual fantasies….he’d deliver, or croak.
A Super-Hot Excerpt
Inside her mind, the scene played out.
Unable to take his position as an idle voyeur a moment longer, the prince drove his fingers inside of her. Harder, faster. As she had demonstrated for him, he slapped and rubbed her throbbing clit.
“I can’t last much longer.” Tonya wanted to come so badly but she held off, denying the ecstasy just out of reach.
His rough tongue pressed and slid, buffing her pussy to a lubricated shine. Each of his passes across her hot center went over, around…and inside. The more the prince sipped, the wetter she grew.
An inner coil grew tighter. Muscles tensed within, shooting a demand to race to the finish line where light met ecstasy and fulfillment awaited.
Tonya tilted her head back. The unforgiving rock beneath lay impervious to her scalp. She moaned, the sound torn from her depths, escaping from behind a wall of desire. Strong impulses directed her fingers as she plunged in and out of her wet heat.
“Come for me, Tonya. I want to watch as you let yourself go.”
The frog took up his singing, nearer this time, croaking in time to the urgent pace of her frantic hand.
She used her thumb to push on her clit—once, twice, three times—and rapture hit.
The power of her climax arched her off the rock. Fingers shoved in deep, stars burst behind her tightly closed eyes. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
Warm liquid coated her fingers and most of her hand. She spread the wealth over her creamed pussy. Tingles of aftershocks shook her clit from seventh heaven and beyond. To control the spasm, she pressed two shaky fingers and nearly came unglued all over again.
A frog’s deep voice croaked out from somewhere nearby. “Damn, princess. You just rocked my fucking world.”
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