"best erotic shower scene known to man" (ADULT)

I just found an awesome review for Anom'tan 2: Walking in Memories!

"The best erotic shower scene known to man has been unveiled in L. Shannon's latest novel, Walking in Memories. Good storyline and characterization is a plus as well in this new paranormal tale." EuroReviews

Thank you Aya29!


For anyone who missed this, I thought I would post a little of the scene. If you want the full book you can buy it at http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/walkinginmemories.htm .

EXCERPT

Strong arms lifted her upright. She burrowed against him, against Rayce, letting him hold her. “Your shirt is soaked,” she mouthed into the cold fabric. She pushed it out of the way, needing contact with his skin, desperate for the heat that poured off him.

Then the shirt was gone. Still, he held her against him, his heat burning her front, the hot water beating at her back. It teased at the cold core of her body, tempting her to let go of fear and accept his strength as her own.

The stall door moved and Chayse joined them in the shower, but he’d removed his clothes, down to a pair of boxers. She smiled at the concession. Both were trying to comfort and care for her. Both were trying too hard to be non-threatening.

Chayse eased closer and began to slowly soap her skin, washing away the crusted blood and cold sweat. His touch was so gentle, almost tentative. She liked that about him. He was so strong and yet every time he touched her, he was gentle and reverent.

Trapped between the two, she should have been terrified, but instead felt sheltered. They came for her because of their protective ways. To protect Flav. “I want to help.”

Both men stilled. Chayse’s soapy hands tightened a little where they framed her waist.

“I want to help,” she repeated. “You both have promised to not hurt me. I’m going to choose to believe you.” She took a shaky breath and continued. “You can take my blood, rummage through my mind. I allow you to. I want you to if it will help save Flav.”

Chayse stroked a light touch over where he’d bitten her. “I’m sorry.”

She turned to face him, leaning back into Rayce’s arms. “I might panic again. I want you to do whatever you can to get me through it. If not for you, I would still be an empty shell, with my past and future locked away.” She cupped a hand over his smooth jaw. “I trust you. I trust you both.”

With those words she handed her life over to these two men. Oddly, the surrender was not scary at all. Instinctively she knew they were capable enough to not make mistakes as well as compassionate enough to honor their promises. She watched with pleasure as their gazes locked above her and some silent agreement was reached.

It was Rayce who turned her to face him and took control with a somewhat wry grin. I am the distraction. His lips met hers with a crash of force. Unlike Chayse, Rayce was dominant and commanding. He had control of the kiss and with sure hands, carved her bare body against his own.

She reached between them and began to unbutton his jeans, but a few helpless tugs told her getting the drenched fabric off was impossible. But all at once the denim dissolved under her fingers, leaving nothing but flesh. His c**k rose hard against the junction of her thighs. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking over the silken length, reveling in his growl of need.

Her own desire spiraled upward. She couldn’t be sure it was real, but for now it was enough. She lifted one knee, curling her calf around Rayce’s muscular leg. His c**k shifted perfectly against her throbbing c**t. Her body jumped at the contact, sliding over his swollen head and sheathing him in a shallow stroke.

His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her to ride him. He leaned back against the wall of the stall and thrust up into her. Over and over, he took her hard and fast. The first orgasm hit without warning. She shattered, clenching over his thick c**k while his arms crushed her against his chest. Her heart pounded out of control.

Then he was thrusting again, this time with long slow motions that pushed the need through her veins, demanding she come again.

She gripped his thick blond hair in an attempt to drag him into a kiss. He refused, and responded by slamming up into her. He groaned and buried his head against her throat.

Suddenly she knew what he wanted, what he had to have. She tilted her head, baring her neck to him. A low growl was her only warning. Then his fangs sank into her...

END EXCERPT

Want to know what Chayse was up to? Buy it at http://cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/walkinginmemories.htm If you still haven't tried this series and like an erotic paranormal romance/urban fantasy check out book one at http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/walkingwithsynn.htm

The next book in the series, Anom'tan 3: Walking at Sundown will be available on February 22 from Cobblestone Press.

Shannon
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