Fictional Candy: Guest Post/Giveaways: Seven Sexy Sins by Serenity Woods Blog Tour

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Guest Post/Giveaways: Seven Sexy Sins by Serenity Woods Blog Tour

The road to passion is paved with guilty pleasures.

Faith Hillman is in a bit of a pickle. She’s been commissioned to write a series of magazine articles on spicing up your love life. She’s got the theme—the “Seven Sexy Sins”—but there’s one major problem. She hasn’t experienced any of them.

Ever since Faith’s older brother gave Rusty Thorne a black eye for kissing her on her eighteenth birthday, he’s kept his distance, waiting for the right time to make his move. This is it. She needs a research partner? He’s the man for the job.

When sex-on-legs Rusty offers his services, Faith is all over it—with one caveat. The notorious heartbreaker must sign a confidentiality contract. Just to keep him safe from her brother’s wrath, of course…and her heart off Rusty’s long list of conquests.

As they work their wicked way through the list, the implications of the contract hit Rusty as hard as the handcuffs binding his wrists to the bed. It isn’t just Faith’s touch that rocks his world. It’s the way his heart likes it that blows his defenses out of the water. And makes him wonder, when the contract ends, if he can bear to let her go.

Product Warnings
Includes rebellious hero who enjoys inserting Tab A into Slots B, C, and even occasionally D. Also includes highly inappropriate use of a Mars Bar.

Seven Sexy Sins by Serenity Woods

Sin Number Four – Pride

Hi! Thank you for hosting me here today for the promotion of my new Red Hot release from Samhain Publishing.

Seven Sexy Sins is a fun and sexy, friends-to-lovers romance. The Northland of New Zealand is hot and sultry in the height of summer, and what with the heat level of the story, you may want to read this book with the air conditioning on!

A well-known women’s magazine has asked journalist Faith Hillman to write a series of articles with ways to experiment in the bedroom. She comes up with the idea of the Seven Sexy Sins, based on the seven deadly sins. It’s difficult to write about the Sins, though, when she hasn’t done any of them! Neither of her ex-boyfriends was particularly good in bed, and she’s desperate for a guy who knows his way around the bedroom.

She doesn’t expect her brother Dan’s best mate, Rusty Thorne, to step up. Dan’s always insisted she’s out of bounds to his friends, but Rusty’s secretly fancied her for years, and he’s not going to waste this opportunity to see her naked. They get more than they bargain for, however, as the sins progress and gradually they fall in love. What will Dan say when he finds out what Rusty’s been up to with his sister?

Today I’m talking about Faith’s fourth sin—Pride. Faith decides that having pride in one’s own body relates extremely well to performing a striptease for your partner. She attends a formal function with him, not expecting to play out the Sin until the weekend, but when he sees her in her long gown, and she realizes he’s wearing a suit complete with a sexy waistcoat (vest to our American friends!), they lose no time in booking themselves into a room for the night… Here’s a taster for you.

She stood before him, looking up into his dark eyes, and licked her lips. “You first.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You really want me to do this?”
“Absolutely.” She stepped closer and brushed his lips with her own, linking their fingers down by their sides. “I know you’ve got rhythm.”
He chuckled. “I’ve never denied that.”
She kissed him properly, delving her tongue into his warm mouth as she pressed her breasts against his chest. When he started to get more passionate, she pulled back and walked over to the bed, kicked off her shoes and climbed on. Then she sat, cross-legged, facing him. The adverts had finished, so she turned up the sound. “Off you go.”
He turned to look at the screen as the first song came on. It was Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”.
He looked back at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Nuh-uh.”
He folded his arms. “Faith, I am not stripping to ‘Thriller’. I have some pride.”
“It’s a very sexy song. Listen to that beat.” She started to move to the music on the bed, rolling her shoulders. “Come on, Rusty. Strut your stuff.”
He put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “I’m not doing the zombie dance, before you ask.”
She laughed. “Come on, sexy. Get your kit off.”
Slowly, sighing, he began to pull his bow tie undone.
“Oh yeah.” She felt incredibly happy.
He finished undoing the tie and removed it with a flick, in time to the music. She cheered, and he threw it at her, and gradually began to tease his jacket off his shoulders. Her blood surged through her body as he fixed her with a hot gaze. He turned his back to her before letting the jacket drop and caught it before it fell to the floor. He tossed it onto the nearby chair, turning back to face her. The vest he was wearing made him look so hot, she knew she was growing wetter by the minute.
He was getting in the swing of it now and had lost his self-consciousness. He undid the vest and slipped it off. Tipping back his head, he exposed his throat to her, wincing as he struggled to get the tight top button of his shirt undone, and she inhaled at the sight of his strong jawline with its five o’clock shadow. When had he turned into such a man?
Gradually, he began to undo the rest of his buttons in time to the music, keeping his eyes fixed on her. When he got to the bottom one, he parted one side of his shirt, then the other, teasing her with a view of his broad chest, tanned and with a scattering of light brown, reddish hairs, raising his eyebrows suggestively as she clapped with approval.
Leaving the shirt on, undoing his cuffs, he levered off first one shoe, then the other, moving his hips to the music as he did so. She sighed. He was so sexy, she was tempted to forget about the sin, push him onto the bed and have her wicked way with him, but she made herself sit still.
He bent and flicked off his socks, giving her a nice view of his ass as he did so, before he turned back and began undoing his pants, just as Vincent Price started talking.