Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Romantic Moments... When do you know it's Love?

Posted by: Sheryl Nantus

When I started writing the Hooded Pleasures series it was important to me to find the moment when Twu Luv hit the couples, when the switch was thrown and they discovered their world had turned upside down; their carefully-laid plans tossed aside.

Sometimes it was in the most obvious of places... sometimes in the oddest.

From Strictly Business: Kate and Alex finding out their arrangement just won't do anymore...

He wasn’t sure what she’d say. Part of him knew it was against the rules, and she must have known it was against the rules, but he’d asked like a good little sub, and she’d given him permission, and oh God, she tastes so good and—

The kiss deepened as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, pulled her off the chair to straddle his lap as they sat on the floor.

His hands tangled in her hair as he held her tight, devouring every inch of her mouth, stealing her breath away.

She was hot, burning up, her skin scorching his as he pressed against her, reached down and cupped her ass through that silk and lace. A moan escaped her lips, and he hesitated only a second before squeezing again, snaking his fingers through those fishnet stockings that had teased him for so long.

Alex’s head spun.

His fantasy woman had just given herself to him.

And Kate was one hell of a reality to have his hands on.

From Strictly Pleasure: When Oliver discovers there's more to Roni than he first thought...

“According to my father, this design came to my grandmother in a dream.” He led her closer. “She told my grandfather the next day, and he immediately put it into production, wiping everything else off the board. They were big believers in following their dreams.” He turned to look at her. “The experts said it wouldn’t fly, it wouldn’t appeal to people. They were wrong.”

Veronica sucked in her breath at the sight.

“I’ve never seen it lit up. It’s beautiful. I don’t come over at night,” she murmured as they headed toward the three story structure. “To be honest, I don’t come over at all.”

“Don’t like to read?” He looked at the glowing green lights, automatically checking for any burned-out bulbs.

“I don’t have the time,” she confessed as they came up to the large double doors. “I usually have an e-book on my phone and dig through until I need to get another one.”

“That’s too bad,” he murmured. “There’s nothing like curling up in bed with a good book.” He winked at her. “Until you want to turn the fantasy into reality.”
Her cheeks reddened, and he knew he’d sent her as far from the burned-out café as he could.

Let’s keep on going.

“Well”—he held the door open for her—“let’s get you re-acquainted with the ancient medium of paper.”

She hesitated, pausing before crossing the threshold.

For a second he thought she was about to bolt, run back to her café.

“Problem?” Oliver asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

I’m going to make you relax if I have to tie you to a chair.

That thought had him running the palm of his free hand against his side, rubbing out the itch threatening to travel south to his groin.

And from Strictly Yours: When Nate, a cop, decides he wants to protect and serve the love of his life - even if it costs him everything.

Nathan let out a slow sigh and watched Jen sleep in his arms. She curled closer, nuzzling into the side of his neck.

He didn’t need a psychology degree to figure out what was going on here.

Worrying about Tanner, rightly or wrongly, had shredded her to the point that she had fallen asleep on his couch with him, the security and safety he offered enough to push her into doing what she shouldn’t do. Another time and place would have her headed for the door, shouldering the pink backpack with a mischievous grin and wink.

But she was here.

With him.

He shifted his hips, his arousal from the session slowly waning and twisting into a slow burn. Usually he’d have raced to his bathroom within minutes of the door closing behind her but this…this was a totally different type of experience.

It was refreshing. It was—


Her lips parted, and she exhaled, the light minty breeze drifting over his senses.

When he’d been married, he’d never felt this good.

This right.

This contented.

Problem was, he didn’t know what to do.

Wake her up from a much-needed sleep to help her out the door, or let her rest.

The cop side of his mind kicked in, pointing out it’d be unsafe to let her drive in such a dozy state. It would be wrong and dangerous.

The submissive part of his mind agreed and upped the ante, noting it was his job to keep her safe and letting her get some much-needed rest was obviously the right choice.

His entire mind knew he’d regret this, but it was well worth any punishment she’d deliver down the line.


Sometimes it's not necessarily the sex, it's the slow burn that reminds us the most romantic moments can be in a touch, a glance... a shared love of books.

Have a lovely Valentine's Day!

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