Welcome Robin Badillo!
Posted December 19, 2012on:
Good morning! Welcome to Rawiya’s
I’m happy to have Robin Badillo, my good friend and fellow author from WSW promoing her book for the Reindeer Games Series!
Here is the blurb and a taste!
Noah Donner had it all, good looks, great job and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.
Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira suddenly learns she’s Noah’s latest target and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.
Can these two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little magic?
Noah’s hands found her midsection and needy eyes drank her in as though she were a mug of hot, buttered rum on a cold winter’s night.
I’ve totally lost my mind. “Is this really happening?” Did I say that aloud?
Noah’s eyes sparkled and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oh, it’s happening.” He slowly leaned in and his lips grazed hers, immediately followed by his tongue. Warm swipes plunged deeper with each pass, triggering moisture to dampen her panties.
Mira’s knees buckled and Noah scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the sofa as though she weighed next to nothing.
His kisses grew more passionate, deeper, and hungrier.
Mira could hardly catch her breath. This was crazy. Insane. “Get the fuck out!”
Noah stopped. Confusion and shock flashed in his eyes. “What?”
Mira laughed, covering her mouth as heat rushed to her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sort of slips out whenever I’m surprised.”
Noah’s brow pinched. “You’re surprised?”
She bit back another laugh and went with an enthusiastic nod instead.
Mira’s head spun and she strained to sit upright. How could she explain this? “Men like you don’t come home with women like me, Noah.”
He shook his head. “Why?”
He sounded like a broken record now.
“Be-because,” she stammered. “Look at you.”
Noah rose and stood by the sofa, gazing down at her. “What about me?”
“Uh…well, you’re built like a Greek god and you have a reputation as a…” She searched for the correct words—words that held a little more delicacy than man-whore. “Ladies’ man?”
“Humph.” He rested his hands on his hips. “Ladies’ man, huh?”
“I was being polite.” Mira squirmed.
Noah’s eyebrows arched high. “Is that so?” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel, Mira?”
Bile shot up in the back of her throat as her nervous demeanor morphed into one a little more hostile. “How I really feel?” Dozens of irritating things about the man came to mind.
Everything from his obnoxious, too-loud laugh, to the ugly reindeer sweater he wore, to the Christmas party every friggin’ year. “Well…for starters, you brag about your conquests entirely too much.” She’d keep her comments limited to the facts rather than opinions. “You treat women like trophies and well…you seem to have a serious problem with my ass.” The last part flew out of her mouth so fast she had no time to reel it back in.
His eyes widened. “What the hell does your ass have to do with anything?”
Mira shot up from the sofa, squaring her shoulders with a newfound sense of power. “That’s exactly what I want to know.”
His gravelly timbre sent shockwaves pulsating across her throbbing clit.
She sucked air through her teeth and pinched at her nipples, for no other reason than to remind herself she wasn’t dreaming.
“Tell me.” Her breathing quickened, matching the accelerated beat of her heart.
Noah laughed with what sounded like devilish intent. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and playfully cupped her crotch, pressing in a little harder along the slit until the lacy fabric grazed her sensitive nub.
Mira shuddered and chewed her bottom lip. Her fingers found the swirls of dark hair atop his head and when he hiked up her skirt and began kissing her inner thigh, her instincts kicked in and she urged him on. “Oh, yeah.”
“You like that?” His hungry growl made her tremble even more.
Mira moaned then slipped her hand down the front of her panties.
Noah groaned. “That’s it.” He grasped the fabric of her thong at her hips and tugged them down, a little rougher than necessary, which only excited Mira more.
Her middle finger invaded her seam and she quaked as her fingernail nicked her swollen clit.
Noah’s hot breath spilled across the delicate skin of her folds, followed by a stiffened flick of his tongue, competing with her fingers for the job.
Mira relented and moved her hand away, surrendering herself to his will.
Noah suckled her pussy and playfully teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.
She could hardly remain standing as her knees weakened.
He cupped the back of her legs, gripping her right below her ass, spreading her cheeks as his fingertips playfully invaded her from behind.
Mira gasped as he sucked harder and nibbled her now burning nub. “Fuck meee.” It was more of a sigh than a command, but Noah must have taken it at face value, because he slid his fingers inside her slickened channel then plunged deeper.
“Wait.” Mira eased around to the sofa with Noah following her every move while still on his knees. She sat down and scooted forward, allowing her ass to hang off the edge. Mira spread her legs wide, inviting him to pleasure her properly. “Now.” Where in the hell did this confidence come from?
“You are so fucking hot.” He roughly gripped her thighs, leaned in, and kissed her.
Her own salty essence flooded her tongue and she sucked his harder.
Noah chuckled deep. “Naughty little vixen.”
Mira laughed. “I think you’re a little confused. I’m Prancer, not Vixen.”
He sucked her left nipple. “Trust me. I know exactly who you are.” Noah nudged her back, settled between her legs, and spread her thighs even wider.
Mira looked down her body, past her plump curves, and watched intently as Noah’s mouth pleasured her. She splayed shaky fingers through his hair and encouraged him to suck harder.
He slid one finger inside her, then two, and pumped feverishly as he lapped away her cream. “So fucking sweet.”
Mira’s eyes rolled back. Overwhelmed by her climax, she bucked beneath his laboring mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Electricity zapped across her skin and skittered up her spine.
Noah grunted and sucked wildly as she exploded in his mouth.
Her body jerked and her vision dimmed. This was not at all how she’d expected her night to end.