Josie Jax Talks about Hot Sports-Car Sex in Books
What’s your hottest car-sex moment? I’m sure most of us have been there…in a cramped back seat with a lover, twisting like a pretzel, and making the most of every inch of car space.
As an author of erotic romances for over twelve years, I’ve written countless lovemaking scenes from vanilla missionary to…how shall I say…creative, sometimes acrobatic scenes.
During the editing process for authors, we go through first or second rounds, line editing, proofing, and so on. When my book was in the proofing stage, the proofer commented on Twitter about the first in my Tropical Duet series with Loose Id (Kabana Wild—book 1, now available; and Jamaica Wild—book 2, coming April 5). The proofer’s tweets:
“OMgawd hyena laff while proofing Kabana Wild”
And:
“I will never look at a sports car in the same way again”
There is a lot more #hotsex that follows the below scene in the book (and in the book as a whole), but here’s a snippet of the sports-car lovemaking chapter to get your engine revving. ;) Now get mine revving—share your hottest car-sex stories!
P.S. Jamaica Wild: Tropical Duet 2 by Josie Jax releases April 5, 2016.
Book details:
Genre: Contemporary Menage Romance
Genre: Contemporary Menage Romance
Release Date:
Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet 1 - March
1, 2016
Upcoming:
Jamaica Wild: Tropical Duet 2 –
April 5, 2016
Publisher: Loose
Id
Word Count:
Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet 1
Approx. 77,000 words
Heat Level:
Scorching;
bedroom doors wide open; frank sexual language though also romantic.
Blurb:
Three people...three depraved plans...one inferno of
scandalous pleasures.
Movie star Mitch Wulfrum is tired of deflecting the gay
rumors buzzing around him. It's time for drastic measures to suppress them once
and for all--even if it means marriage in name only to the first trophy wife he
can get his hands on. And beautiful sugar-cane princess Kiona 'Alohi fits right
into his plan.
Kiona can't believe her luck when she's presented with
Mitch's proposition. Her overbearing father is dangling her trust fund over her
head as an enticement to dump her oh-so-sexy, but oh-so-unsuitable lover,
Nakolo. A bogus marriage to Mitch will net her everything she wants--money and
love, even if she can only have Kol on the sly.
What she doesn't expect are the sexual sparks that fly
between her and Mitch, or, when Kol catches them together, the heat that flares
between the two men. One scandalously pleasurable encounter after another fans
the flames of attraction, until they begin to dream that all three of them
could have everything they ever wanted--and more than they ever expected.
An intricate, fragile web of lies
and deceit are all that keep their wanton secrets from erupting into the public
eye. Trouble is, one scheming photographer named Anjelee has already clicked
the shutter that could ruin all their lives.
Buy Links:
Kabana
Wild by Josie Jax
Amazon US: http://bit.ly/KW_amz2
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/22K01el
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01CF79ML8
Google Play: http://bit.ly/24dSXnv
Excerpt:
Kabana
Wild: Tropical Duet 1 by Josie Jax
He thirsted for her as always, but how
to get his final fill of her in this cramped little sports car?
Nakolo, the sunroof… It was as if Pele
whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me. Stand up. Remove your
shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up so your top half is through the
sunroof.”
Her mouth fell open, and a sound that
resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He watched as she blinked, scanned the
inside of the car, and looked up through the sunroof. Nakolo knew the precise
moment understanding dawned on her.
For a full thirty seconds, she stared
deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She finally understood his desperation
and intense desire to have her, to reclaim what was his after seeing her with another
man.
Kiona twisted, assuring the car
remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the sunroof’s edge and
pulled herself to a standing position. She was a tall woman, and it was a small
car, so with her feet placed as wide as she could get them on each front seat,
the roof came to waist level.
She set her elbows and forearms on the
roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she whispered down to him.
He scooted forward and drew up her
dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s waistband. And there it
was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered, and his balls
throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready to pop.
“Hemolele! Mmm, my love, you
are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up her slit, eliciting a scream from
her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream and faint salt
burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the sea. He drew back and
studied her toned thighs and the top of the V they held dear. Except for a
small patch of dark curls above her clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for
him so he could feel her silky lips on his tongue or encircling his shaft. The
labia were smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at
the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t delay any longer. He
wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind her. Sinking one finger
into her dripping-wet puka, he closed his mouth over her swollen bud.
She screamed again, this time far
louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced when her voluptuous body
spasmed in his arms, against his face. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris
while gazing upward through the sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He
watched as the Pacific winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a wild mass, her
breasts perky mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a swiveling dance,
abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for that pinnacle that always
came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his finger faster, adding another, then a
third. She spread wider, accommodating him, coating his fingers with her
stickiness. With his tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and
little bulge, knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank
her down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost there, he could tell by
the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls escaping from deep in her
throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a
car engine. He whipped his head around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind
Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,” he swore when he saw
none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie star—unfold himself from the
driver’s seat and stride toward Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows were darkly tinted, so
most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch had spied Nakolo’s truck back
at Jager’s house, he’d probably know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t
peered out the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose
truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck abandoned.
Not knowing one way or the other added
an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation. Nakolo’s loins simmered with
reluctant fire. Did he want to be discovered or not?
As Mitch approached the driver’s side,
Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the tall, lean body…and the bulge
in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo swore under his breath. Why was it he found
the sight of this man sauntering nearer so very arousing while Kol orally
pleasured Kiona? Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an
explanation from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had dived right
into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are you—what are you
doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.
Author Bio, Website, & E-mail:
Josie Jax is the new pseudonym for a USA Today bestselling author of erotic romances in various genres. She lives in the Midwest and dreams of becoming a crazy cat lady by rehabbing an old barn into a fancy mansion for stray cats and stranded kittens.
Please visit Josie’s website at http://www.JosieJax.com or feel free to email her at josiejax1@gmail.com.
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