Book Blast, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ☆Exquisite Trouble☆ by @AnnMayburn

Exquisite Trouble 
Iron Horse MC, #1
Contemporary New Adult Biker Romance M/F
Heat Level: Smoking Hot
Editor: Ekatarina Sayanova
Published by: Fated Desires Publishing

Before I met Smoke I’d never been kissed, really kissed, by a man, let alone a biker sex god bent on taking my virginity and my heart.

I got dragged into the deadly world of the Iron Horse MC by my crazy twin sister who is engaged to the club’s President and the schemes of my even crazier mom who only cares about herself. Smoke has been assigned by the club to keep me safe even though he’s everything that I should be afraid of. He’s the kind of man who lives by his own rules and does whatever he wants whenever he wants, but he treats me like I’m something rare and precious, not a socially dysfunctional basket case who has no idea how to love, but needs him more than her next breath.

Not that my feelings matter, because if we don’t find my mother soon, the only thing I’ll have to be worried about is who is going to kill me first.

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Clearing my throat, I said, “Do all guys measure their stuff?”

“You mean their dicks?” He gave me a wicked smirk. “Come on, say dick for me. Or cock. I wanna see those pretty lips shaping those dirty words.”

Blushing and trying to hide how dumb I felt, I said, “Dirty words.”

He busted out laughing.

I giggled at his unexpected laughter and the white of his smile flashed in the low light from the bathroom. The clubhouse had evidently settled down while I slept because only the occasional voice echoed down the hallway. I wondered if Vance was out there, but before I could ask Smoke gave a mighty yawn, his chest and diaphragm filling beneath me, lifting me up as he stretched with a deep groan.

“Babe, I’m beat. Can we continue this tomorrow?”

I poked at his ribs. “Old man.”

“I wanna be your old man,” he grumbled something further, but continued to pet me until I purred for him. “Night, babe.”

“Night, Miguel,” I whispered back and smiled into the dark at his pleased sounds rumbling beneath my cheek.

Sometime later, when the world was still quiet and dark, I awoke to the loveliest sensation of someone sucking on my nipples. The warm, wet mouth switched from one breast to the other and I shifted restlessly in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by a familiar scent that made me feel instantly feel safe … and horny. Taking in a deep breath I let it out with a smile then whispered, “Smoke, I thought you were tired.”

“I took a quick nap. No way I can sleep next to you without giving you at least one orgasm. You come so sweetly for me.”

I scoffed, “Sweetly? You make me scream.”

“Even your screams are like music to my ears.” He brushed his lips over my breasts, causing sparks to flow from my chest to my clit, which throbbed. “Love your nipples. So nice and long, firm in my mouth. I can’t wait to clamp them.”

“What?” My reply was lost when he bit my nipple hard enough to sting.

“Hold onto the rails over your head, babe. As long as you hold on I’ll keep doing what I’m doing.”

The cool, hard brass met my searching fingertips and I wiggled against him then whined, “But I want to touch you.”

He groaned against my breast and flicked the tip with his tongue, sending a delicious thrill through me that seemed to settle into my clit. “You’ll get your chance, but ladies first.”

The bed shifted and I smiled up at Smoke as he leaned over me. Looking into my eyes, he brushed my hair back from my face. “You’re so god damn beautiful. Love it when you smile at me like that.”

I drank in his affectionate words and my smile grew bigger until it entered goofy territory. He chuckled then began to run his hands down my arms. “Such perfect skin. Touching you is like touching silk. I dreamed about this, about how good you’d feel. You’re even better than I imagined.”

With a besotted sigh I arched into his strokes, his words creating a different kind of fire in me that filled my chest with so much warmth it brought tears to my eyes.

He continued to compliment me as he took his time exploring every inch of my body he could reach. I reveled in his obvious appreciation of me, his words filling a place inside of me that seemed desperate for him. Before Smoke I’d never realized just how lonely I was, but the more I was around him, the more addicted I became not just to his touch, but to him. The amount of power that he had over me scared me, but I was helpless to resist him. Especially when he was wearing just his boxers and was in bed worshiping my body.

“Let me touch you,” I whispered while his clever fingers began to toy with the edges of my panties.

“You will, but I want to watch you come all over my hand first. Sight of your hot little virgin pussy sucking on my fingers, knowing I’m the first and only man that’s ever gonna touch you like this … fuck, woman, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Those naughty words made me thrust my hips into the air as a hard rush of blood warmed my already swollen sex.

He gently pulled my panties down my legs, pausing to kiss me until he reached my toes. Then he did something that shocked me. He picked my foot up and began to lick it, sending unexpected sparks of arousal tingling through me. It almost tickled, but didn’t. In fact, it felt really, really good.

A breathy, “Oh,” was all I could manage as he began to suck my toes.

Holy crap, that felt nice. Thank god I’d scrubbed every inch of my body in the shower. I could relax and just enjoy the amazingly sensual feeling of his tongue circling my pinky toe. It tickled, but it also made my sex contract and drove my desire higher until I became shameless.

I was writhing on the bed by the time he was done, my body restless with the need he seemed to call forth so easily from me. My gaze fell on his hard dick tenting out his shorts and I had to tighten my hold on the bed to keep from reaching for him. He must have noticed where my eyes were because he gave a deep chuckle, and fisted his erection and gave it a good squeeze.

“You want this, babe?”

“Please,” I said in a definite whimper and he laughed louder.

“First time I take you, it ain’t gonna be in this shit hole.”

“Smoke, I need you,” I whined in such a pitiful voice that tears came to my eyes. “Please.”

In a flash he was lying on the bed on his side, his face close to mine as he studied me. “What do you need, baby girl?”

I want you to need me as much I need you.

Chickening out at being completely honest with Smoke about how wrapped up in him I’d become, I said instead, “I need to come. I need you inside me.”

The flair of heat in his gaze clued me into how much my talking dirty turned him on. I liked knowing that I had the power to make this amazing man react so I did it again, needing the relief only he could give me. It wasn’t just his magic touch, it was the way he looked at me, the way he protected me, and the way he pampered me with affection like no one ever had in my life.

The darkness of his eyes seduced me into rubbing myself against him. His hard cock was delicious to slide against, but he had me pinned with his weight and I couldn’t move as much as I wanted. “Please, Miguel, make me come. I love the way you touch me. I’m totally addicted to it … to you.”

“Baby girl,” he purred before he captured my mouth in a savage kiss at the same time his thick, rough fingers began to stroke my sex.

I opened for him in every way possible, eager for everything he had to give me and spread my legs wide. The small moans we made while kissing blended with our harsh breathing and the wet, slick sounds coming from between my legs as he began to use his whole hand to rub my pussy. I moaned into his mouth and undulated beneath his touch, my body going on autopilot as I chased my orgasm. Then he began to circle my clit with just one finger and I shivered at the onslaught of amazing sensation and my pussy contracted, hard, making me wish I had Smoke inside of me.

As if he’d read my mind Smoke slipped two fingers into me, then began to use his thumb to pet my throbbing clit while he finger fucked me. He wasn’t gentle; I wanted him hard, rough, and unrestrained. The sensation of him filling me was amazing and I gasped and panted against his mouth. He broke our kiss, but never moved away, like he was breathing in my sounds of pleasure as I jerked against the headboard, the bed shaking slightly beneath us. The tension built and built in me until my entire body locked up and my back arched up off the mattress.

“Come for me,” he whispered against my mouth, and I complied.

Ecstasy consumed me when he rubbed inside of me right behind my clit while his thumb stroked that eager nub of flesh. I climaxed screaming his name, gripping the bars of the headboard so hard it hurt, but that pain just blended in with the overwhelming pleasure and I snapped my hips against his fingers, loving the way he was drawing my release out, how he played my body like it had been made for him. When I was nothing but a shivering mess of overwhelmed nerves he finally withdrew his fingers from my still clutching sex and gave my pussy a gentle rub before sliding his hand up my sweat slicked belly.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

With over thirty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she’s weird and that sarcasm doesn’t translate well via text. You can find her at:

GRAND PRIZE: Signed print copy of ‘Exquisite Trouble’, $25 Amazon GC, and an Iron Horse MC Property of Smoke t-shirt
RUNNERS UP:  Five runner’s up will each receive an eBook of their choice from Ann’s backlist

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