Cold Weather is really HOT by Casea Major and Give Away

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   There is something to love in every season. And as the weather changes, so does our need for new settings in the stories we love to read.

The sweet breath of spring gives new life to the world of romance.

   Depending on where you live, the weather is mild and animals come out of hibernation to seek the sun. It’s all new love with baby bunnies and daffodils. Nature lends a hand to show how fun being together can be. Living in Texas, we get a lot of sun and one-hundred degree days.

   Summer romances and sex on the beach make for exciting reading.(andlovin’ if you’re lucky) Sultry heroes wiping the sweat from his brow and voluptuous heroines in skimpyswimsuitssunning by crystal water are all fantastic images of romance in the season.

   But when the weather turns colder and the leaves change and fall, what is more romantic than a stroll in the woods or sitting in front of a lazy fire. Drinking apple cider snuggled next to the one who keeps you warm.

   The hero and heroine in my latest release, The Driver’s Seat, find themselves snowed in during an ice storm, and they discover simple ways to keep warm…and occupied in the wintery blast. **wicked chuckle**

   I love romance set in the winter. Snow on the ground and the warmth of the holidays lend themselves to closeness with friends and family. It’s one time of the year I don’t want to be alone—although with three kids and a husband it’s hard to ever be alone. But what better time and place to find love than on a cold wintery night?

   So what about you, what do you love about winter and why?

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The Driver’s Seat Casea Major

 

Blurb:

Seattle Attorney, Belenda “Len” McCreevy has had one hellacious week, but when her battery dies during an ice storm in backwoods Wyoming, it only gets worse. The resort-bound Len is rescued by Jack, local mechanic with a Matthew McConaughey smile and a truck load of dominate appeal that has her hormones raging. It soon becomes clear he’s looking to service more than just her car, but while the man might be good with his hands, Len’s determined to maintain control and be on her way.

Against his better judgment, Jack agrees to let the stubborn woman drive off in the middle of the winter squall with the understanding that if he has to pull her out of a ditch, he'll also spank her ass.

When Len careens off the road, more than just her car crashes at rock bottom. She swallows her pride and calls the only man who can help.

Stuck in the storm, the two find they have more in common than lust. But will Jack’s secret destroy their growing love and take him out of the driver’s seat?

Excerpt

“Thank you, Pete. I appreciate your help.”

He dangled her keys. She grabbed them and walked to the door as fast as she could without appearing to run.

His sexy drawl seduced her ears just before she opened the door. “But darlin’, if I do have to dig you out of a ditch, I promise I will toss you over my knee, pull your panties down, and tap that ass until you can’t sit.”

She spun around to glare at him. Anger burned in her chest along with a host of other, more erotic, emotions she wasn’t about to confront. Using the one weapon that always produced success, she flashed her best sexy smile. “I’m not wearing panties.”

A bold-faced lie that worked like a charm. His eyes rolled back in his head and closed as he tried to control the desire that flashed over his rugged features. He took a deep breath, and she noticed the seams on the crotch of his pants looked a little strained.

She smiled in satisfaction. Worked every time.

But then he was on her, pinning her against the glass door with his massive body. The entry bell jangled with the force. She couldn’t catch her breath. His hands roamed her sides, touching and grazing. She couldn’t move and didn’t want to. The heat of him lit her on fire, and every place their bodies met ignited a flame.

He buried his nose in her hair and blew a moist breath in her ear. “Won’t that make it easy then?”

The lazy drawl sliced through her like a sharp knife into tender flesh. Goosebumps rose over her arms and the skin on the back of her neck tightened. Her nipples hardened and pressed into his chest. His presence crowded and demanded more space, making her shrink, but the door held her in check. He flattened her upper body against the glass as he fit her lower body snugly to him.

Her head dropped back and banged the door as his iron-hard erection bored into her hip. She still couldn’t get enough breath, and the sound of her panting shocked her.

She should’ve been scared or, at the very least, alarmed, but all she could feel was the pulsing between her legs. And his obvious regard against her hip.

He slipped his hands around to her back and cupped her ass, holding her firmly. His lips feathered down her neck then traveled to her mouth. He placed the softest, sweetest, lingering kiss on her lips. Her knees turned to goo. If he hadn’t been holding her up with his body weight, she would’ve slithered to the floor. Hot didn’t do him justice. Molten worked better. His mouth was soft, but insistent. Hard but gentle. A contradiction she could spend a lifetime analyzing. But right now she just needed to enjoy.

He pulled away and said in a husky voice that concentrated the firestorm between her legs, “Sure I can’t convince you to stay?”

Casea Major

Casea Major is a writer, philosopher and part-time sexual adventurer (at least in her mind). She loves exploring limits and unleashing her imagination to create worlds of pleasure...and pain.

Come along for the ride. And if the flames get too hot...embrace the burn.

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