MY SEXY SATURDAY #81 - DEE ANN PALMER

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For My Sexy Saturday, here are my sentences. 

This was not real. She was not real. But they played.

Rowan studied her face as Christiana considered his chess moves and what her response should be. He learned she always licked her lower lip just before she made a move that bested him. Time and again he watched the pink tongue moisten that lip, watched her slender but strong fingers move the board piece, saw the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up to see his reaction to her move.

Once he sat back and laughed.

“What?”

He just shook his head and made his next move.

FRIDAY MARCH 6TH, you have a chance to win a copy of Christiana's Choice in the celebration below. Register first, then scroll down to my name and the book for your choice out of the four possible answers to my question. You'll find the answers in the blurb on my website
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If you like erotic gay stories, My Sexy Saturday author Carolina Valdez donates a copy of Amen To Love on THURSDAY MARCH 26th. Answers to her question can be found in the blurb on her website http://www.carolinavaldez.com

   Dee Ann Palmer
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HAPPY NEW YEAR! And away we go...with 32 authors offering free quick reads of 7 seven words, sentences or paragraphs that are sweet, to sensual or erotic.

Mine are from A Night to Remember, the contemporary romance I began for the Exquisite Quills' anthology of winter tales. (It's free at Smashwords and Barnes and Noble.) Didn't think I could write a short story in 2,000 words, but I did. Now I need to continue it into an extended novella.

Dee Ann's 7 sentences...

He swung toward her, knelt and sat back, his well shaped bottom on his heels, his muscular thighs outlined by snug ski pants. Marlee avoided looking at the male fulness between his hips.

Jim's hands were warm on her woolen socks. "Cold feet," he said.

"Warm heart," she countered.

"I'll bet." His smile crinkled his face and his cognac colored eyes danced.

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