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Friday, December 7, 2012

Holiday Scavenger Hunt #2 - Excerpt #7 NSFW

Oh, lookie! You found a snowflake on my blog (again!) today. :P

Note the letter or symbol as well as the numerical indicator on the snowflake for the scramble. Email the info to silverpublishing@yahoo.com with the name of the blog where the snowflake was hidden on. (Psst--Lexi Ander). Make sure you put my name and the date in the subject line of the email.

If your email includes the correct answer, you will be entered into a random drawing to win the Christmas Release for the day you found the snowflake. Winners will be notified in our forum here: Click Here. If you are the winner for the day, email Lori with you email address and format desired to lorib@spsilverpublishing.com so they can get your prize to you quickly.

Once you have found all the snowflakes, line up the letters, characters and numbers to spell out our Holiday message and our discount code that will be active from Dec 25-31st.

Helpful hints: Some authors will have more than one snowflake during the event. But authors will only post one snowflake per day so search them all every day. Don't leave any out.

My contest for today is very simple. Leave a comment here and let me know what you think about the excerpt. At the end of the day, a name will be drawn and the winner will have the choice of an e-book from the Sumeria's Sons series or of the upcoming release of Ruby Red Booty Shorts & A Louisville Slugger. You can check out the books by either visiting the Silver Publishing website or clicking on a tag at the top of page. Good luck!

Every week this month I'll share excerpts for one of my books.

This week I will share an excerpt from my upcoming January release, Ruby Red Booty Shorts & A Louisville Slugger.

Silver Blog Hop Followers, your list will always be at the bottom if you are looking for snowflakes! :)

Chapter One continued...
© 2012, Lexi Ander

Finished waiting for the blond to make up his mind, Diego sat up and began to reach for his jeans. Beck's tentative touch as he'd run his long fingers over the lace made Diego stop. He dropped back to his elbows and held his breath. A strangled moan escaped him when Beck leaned down and mouthed his erection through the lace. The hot tongue ran along the tatting-covered cock, tracing the outline of Diego's dick. Beck's lips pressed along the length, his mouth sucking scorching wet marks from base to tip.

Diego started to palm the blond head but found his wrist firmly restrained to the bed; long fingers squeezed it when he tried to move. Beck held Diego down while he devoured the thick shaft through the lace, pulling strangled, passion-filled noises from Diego. The complete acceptance by his friend of that closely-guarded personal detail was better than any aphrodisiac.

Beck rose up and pierced Diego with a hungry gaze. "How did I not know?" He couldn't answer as he panted heavily. He was having problems thinking straight, negating anything pithy or intelligent reply from his predetermined repertoire for the night. "Who else has seen you like this?" His heart skipped at the possessive gleam in Beck's eyes. "Tell me, Diego—who's seen you wearing this? Looking like this?"

Bright turquoise eyes bore into him. An alpha side Diego had never seen before in his roommate had come out. The dominating personality turned Diego on, pushing his need to another level. "Just you," he gasped, as Beck ran his hand over the trapped balls, pulling the lace tighter across his groin. Diego's hips thrust up seeking more than the light caresses.

"No one else has seen the lingerie?"

Diego shook his head. His mouth was too dry to reply. Beck leaned forward, dropping to his elbows bracketing Diego in. "I'm the only one." It was more of a statement than a question. "No one, else, Diego. If we do this, I'm not letting you go. I don't share. If that's not what you want, tell me now; I will walk out of here, and tomorrow we'll go on as if nothing happened. But if I stay, that's it. You're mine and only mine. Do you understand?"

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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Holiday Scavenger Hunt - Excerpt #6 NSFW

Oh, lookie! You found a snowflake on my blog today.

Once you have found all the snowflakes, line up the letters, characters and numbers to spell out our Holiday message and our discount code that will be active from Dec 25-31st.

Helpful hints: Some authors will have more than one snowflake during the event. But authors will only post one snowflake per day so search them all every day. Don't leave any out.

"Get your ass up onto the bed now." Diego shivered at Beck's command but he crawled to the middle and leaned back, resting on his elbows so he could watch Beck. Diego's sex ached but he didn't move to release his own cock. "Look at you," Beck stroked his dick leisurely, his eyes roaming over the body laid out before him. Turquoise eyes stopped at the skintight jeans that did nothing to hide Diego's hard, thick arousal.

Kneeling between his legs, Beck popped the button on Diego's jeans—Diego held his breath. This was the moment of truth. Pealing the denim down revealed his kink for lace—Diego was wearing ruby red, candy floss booty shorts. He'd saved this pair for something—someone—special. He agonized over wearing them at all but he wanted Beck to know him—the real him. He longed for someone to desire him for who he truly was, kinks and all, and not for who they perceived him to be. His love for lace was a part of himself he'd never shared with another lover. Diego believed Beck was different.

His friend stared for what felt like an eternity. The longer Beck gazed at the glossy, red lace, his expression blank, the hope Diego harbored began to slip away. The need to cover himself rose. He was a big man. There was nothing cute, petite, or pretty about him. He was a brute. A construction worker whose hands were hardened with callouses. He wasn't a cross dresser, nor was he interested in wearing frilly tops under his polo shirts. It was only the underwear he indulged in. He loved the feel of silk and lace next to his skin. They made him feel sexy and special.

He knew people expected him to fit into a certain mold. His body type made men think he was a top and they were disappointed when they discovered he was exclusively a bottom. He never worried or cared about the opinion of another until now. He didn't like the sinking feeling in his gut as Beck continued to stare at the lacey underwear.

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Here is your list and GOOD LUCK!

CLICK HERE for other Silver Bloggers if you are looking for today's snowflake!