Happy Friday, people!!! I hope you’re ready for the weekend. I know I am!
Today, I’d like to introduce you to another fellow wicked author, Siobhan MacKenzie.
Siobhan MacKenzie is a hopeful romantic with a penchant for adding her fantasies into the stories she creates. An avid reader, she writes erotica and contemporary romance. She loves to read all genres but loves those with an erotic and/or romantic bent.
Siobhan is the author of the popular m/m series, “His Man…”, and her coming books include romantic thriller “Wild Mountain Time” and “No Sooner Loved”.
Siobhan‘s Blog: http://with-love-siobhan.blogspot.com/
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And she loves receiving email from fans and readers. Email her at Siobhan.MacKenzie@edinroad.com
Now onto my favorite part… Enjoy this wicked teaser of The Skye’s The Limit from the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection…
The Skye’s The Limit Blurb
Skye Luna is the Princess of the Five Kingdoms. It is her duty to marry for the betterment of her kingdom. Reluctantly, still painfully in love with a man who simply abandoned her, she agrees to choose a husband from the various princes and kings who will be paraded in front of her, per their custom. One man, one king, manages to pique both her curiosity and her ire. Arrogant, challenging, maddening, but also achingly familiar, King Michel can stir her passions, but only if they stop fighting first!
“Princess Skye Luna must choose a husband, and the array of princes and kings presented to her all have one thing in common. They’re not the man she loves.”
Blessed Mother, she thought to herself, is he bewitching me? His eyes were hard, the smile on his face fixed and his jaw was tight, the muscles working as he clenched it. But the look on his face never eased, the arrogant look that was oh, so smug and oh, so self-assured that he would have her. The ill fit of his clothes showed off every curve of every muscle as he stood with one fist on either hip, his feet spread wide, one slightly in front of the other. His head cocked to one side, his gaze roaming over her heatedly.
Skye’s breath quickened, coming in soft, shallow pants through her mouth, her lips slightly parted. Her tongue darted over her lower lip before she pulled it into her mouth, picturing what it would be like to lay her hands across those bearded cheeks to kiss his lips. Against her will, she felt the stirrings inside of her – the first she’d allowed herself to feel since Michael had left – and she thought that maybe the haughty bastard might actually be the one she could wed after all.
She was hot for him now. She wanted nothing more than to reach between his legs and get a handful of what lay there. His hip jutted to one side, giving her a bird’s eye view of that cock – long, round, and delectable. Her mouth watered at the thought of licking him like a lollipop.
Her pussy was wet, practically dripping down her legs. In fact, she was pounding with the blood flowing to her clit and her labia. It was all she could do not to apply pressure with her own fingers, to bring herself to climax as she’d done so many times before. The only difference was that she had every reason not to – especially if he was the one to take her hard.
He came up on the lower step of the dais, standing so close as to be nose to nose with her.“ Tell me, Princess Skye Luna, have you lain with a man? Are you still unspoiled?” His voice was pitched low, a seductive whisper, but the question itself was foul.
She clasped her fist behind her, gripping the skirt of her dress with the other. “What right have you to ask that question?” she spat at him.
He chuckled at her, a low sound in the back of his throat that made her even wetter below, even harder. “Perhaps. But too much is at stake and I must know. And it is within my rights.”
“You have no ri—”
He interrupted her words as he put a hand to the small of her back to pull her forward into his embrace. As the rest of the gathered began the bickering in earnest, no one watching or paying attention, he pressed his mouth to hers. His thick beard scratched at her face but Skye deepened the kiss willingly. Her lips tingled and burned with the touch of his. She tasted his tongue in her mouth, the taste of strawberries and wild honey. She bunched the material of his doublet in both of her hands, holding them against his chest.
He lowered one hand to cup her buttocks, pressing her hips to his. Through the thick material of her skirt, she still felt his aroused flesh. Something about him felt so familiar and her body responded in ways she never thought she could feel again. Skye felt truly depraved as she pushed against him, knowing that she was making it all the more urgent below. She was practically dripping down her legs with the want of him.
Then, the kiss was over and he had pushed away, stepping down to the floor level again. She stood, breathless, as her heart pounded inside of her chest. She held her hand to the stomacher of her dress and took her own step back. Her cheeks felt even hotter and she wiped a bead of sweat away from one. Her father had gotten control again, leading her mother back to the dais. Skye turned and slowly worked her feet to take her back to her throne. She decided that it was either sit or fall – she chose the better way down.
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