The Pit and the Passion

She held her gaze steady, mainly so she could delve deep, deep into those chocolate eyes. Together with his sharp, angular nose and intense, almost predatory, expression, he reminded her of a peregrine falcon on the hunt.

The Pit & the Passion

Friday, June 20, 2014

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Busy this summer? Want a break from all that swimming and kayaking and tennis and baseball and...I'm tired just thinking about it. Why not stop and smell a romance. Join us at the Summer Lovin' Blog Hop June 20-23 for a chance to read some hot hot stuff and to win some hot hot prizes—including
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One of my romantic mysteries, Mai Tais and Mayhem: Murder at Mote Marine, is set during the hot hot summer on the Florida Gulf Coast. Tessa Diamond meets the man of her dreams when they are accidentally locked inside the Mote Marine Laboratory in Sarasota. Only she's not sure he is the man of her dreams after she sees him lurking around a murder scene.

Lucky for my readers, she gets to enjoy a luscious romantic interlude with Cameron before she begins to suspect him.

Have you ever thought of having sex on the beach under a full moon? You have? Did it go like this?

EXCERPT (R): How a Moonlight Tryst Can Start Well and End Badly
 Or, If You're Going to Make Love on the Beach, Make Sure You're the Only Ones There

       “So this is Bean Point. What a glorious view.”
Tessa snuggled under his arm. “It’s named after George Emerson Bean, the first settler on the island.”
“Ah, so it’s not named for the fields of golden beans that used to wave across the…er…um…what?”
She laughed. “Hoist by your own petard, or in this case metaphor?”
Cameron tapped her nose with a finger. “I guess I’m distracted.”
Tessa gazed at him as the stars blacked out one by one, leaving only the ones in her eyes. He bent his head to her and their lips met. The next few minutes passed slowly in a dream of unbuttoning and unzipping, then of warm skin touching skin, of limbs interlaced, and finally, of complementary parts dovetailing in ardent abandon.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Cameron brushed some sand off Tessa’s breast. The warmth of his fingers remained on her flesh, and she cupped the spot, not wanting to lose the sensation. He gently moved her palm aside and bent to kiss her nipple. It hardened and rose to meet him. His hand trailed down her belly, caressing her hips and edging toward her vulva. Tessa couldn’t move. Her whole body lay rigid, waiting, hoping he would make love to her again. Even the gritty sand beneath her buttocks couldn’t distract her from her hunger for more.
“You want some more?”
She could only nod. The half-moon rode overhead, fighting with the stars for dominance. Cameron flipped her over on her stomach. She felt his breath on her ankles but couldn’t see what he was doing. Something tickled the back of her knees. Soft lips nipped the sensitive spot there, then proceeded up her thighs and across her ass. He stopped at the small of her back and sucked a bit of the skin into his mouth, sending a hot wave of desire surging over her body. Tessa began to writhe, but stopped when the motion ground broken shells into her knees. Her vagina ached for a satisfyingly thick, stiff prick to fill the vacuum. Juices leaked out in anticipation, puddling in the sand. Suddenly Cameron’s hand slipped underneath her belly. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and wham! Her orgasm pulled her up on her knees and she bucked against the fingers, grunting and moaning. “Oh God, Cameron.”
“Yes, baby? Does that feel good?”
“Oh, yeeesssss.”
“Wait till you feel this.” He spread her thighs, smashing her breasts into the ground. She felt his penis beating against her, moving up to close with her.
“Hello? Who’s there?”
The two lovers split apart, panting. In the dim light Tessa couldn’t see Cameron’s face, nor that of whoever had called out, but the voice was embarrassingly familiar. Josiah. She grabbed her shift and dragged it over her head. Cameron had dressed as well by the time a chubby figure hove into view, swinging a flashlight to and fro. When the beam hit Tessa’s face she was sitting calmly next to Cameron. “Josiah? Is that you?”
“Tessa? I thought you said you couldn’t work tonight?”
Tessa decided an aggressive approach might distract him from further questions. “I did. That doesn’t mean I can’t go to the beach if I want to. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be down at Casa Del Mar tonight.”
“I got a report of a new nest around here and…” His light swung to Cameron. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” Evidently Cameron had opted for offense over defense as well.
The question seemed to throw Josiah, not an easy thing to do. Finally he gabbled, “You first.”
Cameron replied cheerily, “Me? Mason. Cameron Mason. A friend of Tessa’s. Do you two know each other?”
Tessa touched Cameron’s arm. “Josiah is the president of our turtle watch group. He’s very…dedicated.”
Josiah drew himself up to his full five feet three. “We have to be, you know. Otherwise the sea turtles will go extinct and…”
“All of them?” Cameron couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “I thought only the Kemp’s ridleys are of concern?”
“The ridleys are endangered but all of them are threatened. The only bulwark our fellow creatures have between them and oblivion are those few humans who aren’t afraid to stand up to the Man.”
Tessa stood up. “I think we should leave this discussion for another time. Did you find the nest, Josiah?”
He shook his head. “I fear Angus sent me on a wild goose chase.”
“What makes you say that?”
“He claimed he’d gotten an anonymous call from someone who had seen a skiff pull up and lights flashing. The caller thought it might be turtle egg pirates.”
“I beg your pardon? Did you say egg pirates?”
Tessa grabbed Cameron’s arm and dragged him up, hoping he could make out the warning on her face in the dark. “My, my. Well, we’d best be going. Good luck, Josiah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She attempted to sweep off, but only managed an ungainly hobble when both feet landed on a nest of sandburs. She picked them off, wincing, and prepared to sweep again.
She turned, desperation keeping a tight hold on her throat. “What is it?” she gurgled.
Josiah held up a wisp of lace panty, the scarlet ribbon fluttering in the gulf breeze. “Are these yours?”
Tessa snatched them and sprinted down the beach, trailed by Cameron’s snickers.

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Heare2Watts said...

Ok: "complementary parts dovetailing in ardent abandon." That has to be one of the funniest ways I have ever read about a sexual encounter!

Sue Stiff said...

Thanks for the giveaway

M. S. Spencer said...

But is it worthy of 50 shades, Heare2Watts? LOL, Thanks for reading!

Kristen @ Pretty Little Pages said...

Thanks for the awesome giveaway!! prettylittlepages[at]gmail[dotcom

Melissa Keir said...

Great post but I worry about the sand in private places for my beach sex. :)

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Kristin Linehan said...

Thanks for participating in the hop. I find so many new authors this way. Kris. Simondex68 at

bn100 said...

Sounds interesting

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Book Attict said...

Beach sex would be wonderful if there was no sand!!

Thanks for the amazing giveaway!
elizabeth @ bookattict . com

Michelle Willms said...

Great post! Thanks so much for sharing a wonderful excerpt. michelle_willms at yahoo dot com

Heare2Watts said...

M. S. Spencer: Sorry it has taken me until now to get back on your response! My husband was admitted to the hospital Saturday with chest pains. Having a heart cath tomorrow.
Ok, I have bought the 50 shades trilogy and still haven't read it. And yes, that phrase made me laugh! and that is always a huge plus for me reading a book!

M. S. Spencer said...

Heare2Watts, so sorry to hear about your husband--praying it all goes well. Perhaps if you take Mai Tais and Mayhem (or another of my books) to the hospital it will distract you from all the worry! :) M. S.

BookLady said...

What a great excerpt! Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful summer!

Jennifer Mathis said...

bring a big blanket and sand wouldnt be such an issue :)