Friday, August 21, 2015

Another giveaway?

Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee
NOTE: adult content.
 Since when had it become so hard to get his interest up in a willing and eager woman? It had to be Roberts, because if a hot woman had offered him a fuck he would have accepted with alacrity. Kurt stared down at the front of the body she had stolen and saw how hard he was. The sight of that cock just aching to be licked, touched, taken into a hot, tight cunt… It had him aching to feel it slide deep into his hijacked pussy. The woman must have a will of steel to be able to say no.

He drew a deep breath and slid into the empty bucket seat, slamming the console back down between them and buckling the seat belt, keeping his head turned away. His eyes filled with tears…

Tears? Was this how a woman reacted when a man rejected her best efforts? He hadn’t figured they would be hurt so deeply by a man’s refusal to act on an invitation.

Spitefully, he breathed, “Looks as if I’m going bar hopping tonight…”

“Like hell,” Roberts snapped irritably. “You aren’t taking my body and going man hunting, asshole!”

“Why not? You don’t seem to be interested.” He kept his eyes on the passing houses.

“I always knew you were a horndog, Masters. I just never thought I’d see you in action.” Her voice was low and angry and he jerked his head around to glare at her, sitting there daring to call him names when she had been the one to cause this whole mess.

“What’s your problem, Roberts? You frigid?” he snapped before thinking about it.

The SUV swerved violently into her driveway and she braked hard enough to make him worry that he was going to go through the windshield, belt or not. Roberts turned to stare menacingly across the console, her teeth bared like an angry dog’s.

“I may be stuck with you for as long as it takes to get my body back, Masters, but hear this. I am not a slut. I don’t ‘do’ everything in pants. I’m rather picky. And I will handcuff you to your bed and feed you microwave meals before I allow you to go hunting cock in my body! Understood?”

He found her anger rather arousing. And that bit about tying him to the bed? He inhaled deeply and managed to say, “You’re sexy when you get mad, you know that?”

She actually growled at him before she turned off the engine and flung herself out of the seat and into her house, leaving him there to watch that sexy ass—his ass—in his tight jeans.
Does this mean I’m gay? She looks so damn good in my pants…

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Fran Lee

Monday, August 10, 2015

This will be the last time I offer a freebie for comments...unless I get comments...LOL!

Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee

 Her delicious, warm voice interrupted his lustful thoughts.

“I—I’m sure there’s just been some silly mistake.” Her slim hands were in front of her, palms out, as she spoke. As if that would prevent him from reaching out and dragging her into his arms. Obviously she sensed his preoccupation with those gorgeous tits…

“The old man told me the cabin was empty. I—I must have found the wrong cabin. I would leave right now, but I’m afraid my rented car won’t start. Do you have a car? Can you jump the battery for me?” Her words were breathy and agitated, but there was something else there. He lifted his eyes from her breasts and met her wide gaze. Damn, but he’d love to jump something of hers. He ignored her question. He didn’t want her to leave. The fucking car could stay right where it was.

“You aren’t afraid of me?” His voice sounded rough, even to himself. If she stayed much longer, he might not be able to resist her, as deliciously sweet as she smelled.

Chellie drew in a deep breath. OMG! The mouthwatering smell of rich red earth and fresh air and sage and some sort of heady herb filled her nostrils. Was that him? She should be terrified but she was actually aroused by the way he’d closed the cabin door and now stood there, as if waiting to pounce.

Am I fucking crazy or what?

The aura surrounding the man was pure sex, pure male…pure danger. If she had any sense at all, she would be diving head-first out the damn window. But she could not, for the life of her, move.

So much for sense.

In the dark interior of the cabin, lit now only by the late-afternoon sun slanting through the window, his face was half in shadow, but she had seen enough as he had stood in the doorway to know that he had a wicked scar on the shadowed side of his cheek and jaw. She truly ought to be terrified of the man, but something stopped her from feeling afraid. His aura was confusing—intriguing. She sensed great power dammed up inside.

And great hunger.

That sent an erotic shiver through her. Unconsciously, she edged away from the bed toward the window.

“Um…no. Should I be?” Her voice came out on a shivery breath.

Shit. I sound like a total dweeb.

Where was that panache she usually put on when confronted with things unusual and unsettling? She licked her lower lip nervously and realized with a start that the cabin’s owner was so damn close she could feel the heat of that big body rolling off him and mingling with hers.

How did he move so close without me seeing it?

Instinctively, she pushed her raised hands outward to stop his forward movement and her palms rested flat on a soft flannel shirtfront stretched over a set of abs that felt like hot granite. The contact sizzled up her wrists and arms and zapped straight through her to give her a shocking jolt to her long-dormant pussy.

Whoa! This is so not happening. Or is…?

Warm breath stirred her hair and she realized with surprise that he was sniffing her, like an animal scenting prey.

Where the hell did that analogy come from?

She closed her eyes as the deep, delicious aroma of his windblown hair and sun-freshened shirt mingled with sweet male sweat from the ambient heat. Her mouth actually began to water.

He wasn’t touching her. The only contact between them was her palms on his body. She frowned as her obviously horny inner voice told her that this man wasn’t what he appeared to be. That he was enormously important to her for some unknown reason. That if she wasn’t very careful, she would end up climbing that hot body and forcing herself on him.

I can handle that.

Opening her eyes with a jerk, she exerted outward pressure against all that heavy muscle.
A lot of good that did…

“I think I‘d better go and look for the cabin I rented.”

“There’s no other cabin. This is private land. Nobody but me lives around here.”

She swallowed hard as those words sank in. “But that old man rented me a vacant cabin…”
 Her protest died in her throat as he bent closer to her.

His breath was hot against her temple as he whispered huskily, “This is my cabin. Obviously it isn’t vacant. But you are in the right place. He sent you here. To me.”

Chellie jerked away as if he’d just burned her, but his large hands settled over hers where they rested on his body, preventing her from escaping. “Damn it! I can’t believe such a sweet-looking old guy is nothing but…but a pimp! I’m gonna strangle him!” She tugged ineffectually against the solid grip he had on her hands, but she still wasn’t frightened.

Duh! Hey, stupid…you should be frightened.

This was as weird as hell. She should, by all rights, be panicking and screaming, regardless of the fact that there wasn’t anyone within shouting distance.

Why am I not freaking out?

Despite his refusal to let go of her hands, he made no move to touch or molest her. His shadowed face was starkly beautiful once you got past that scar. The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window highlighted a strong, aquiline profile, while slashed black brows gave him the look of some handsome, wicked demon…and he had lips that looked as if they had been carved perfectly from granite. She hated the fact that she could feel his heart slamming hard against her palms, as if he were as aroused by the moment as she was.

Oh shit…no fucking way!

“I—I need to leave. I’m not some dumb city bimbo looking for a hot time in the Wild West. I came here to escape some major unpleasantness and I’m not up for rustic romance in the backwoods.” When her tugging didn’t result in him releasing her hands, she gasped, “Please let go of me.”

His lips tightened. His fingers loosened, slipping away from hers in what amounted to a slow, languorous caress, sending a whole shitload of hot, frenetic pulses of lust from his fingertips to her beaded nipples and on down her body to pool between her thighs. It was her chance to hightail it out of there. But instead of jerking her palms from his body, she slid one the rest of the way up over those ripped abs to a heavy pectoral muscle, her hand coming to rest over his tight little nipple. The sudden intake of his breath and the completely sexy groan that escaped his throat made her want to touch far more than just his chest.

What the hell was she thinking?

Am I even thinking?

His voice sounded more like a growl than words as he leaned closer and murmured beside her temple, “Just in case you weren’t aware, this isn’t exactly the way to tell a man to go to hell.”

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Fran Lee

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Another freebie for someone following my blog...

You ready?  Kate didn't respond, so here's hoping that Temple Bryon is listening!
ADULT and explicit...
Changing all the Rules
Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee

He lowered her feet back to the floor of the shower, and rose to stand in front of her, his cock hot and ready, and braced in his lean hand so that it pushed into the now smooth folds of her pussy. “I want to put this inside you, Hale. I haven’t had a vas, but I’m free of STD’s, and I hate condoms. It’s up to you—yes or no. You protected?” He ran his tongue along her throat and shoulder.

Haley nodded. She had an implant. No sweat there. He lifted her as if she weighed ounces, and she wrapped her legs around his wet hips as he fed that thick, long, delectable cock into her slowly, wickedly, until he was flush against her pussy with his own neatly trimmed groin. His blue gaze locked with hers, and he squeezed her butt cheeks as he drew back out slowly, watching her face, then plunged deep, driving into her like a madman, flexing his hips in a way that made her gasp and arch and cry out.

He watched her beautiful face change with each thrust. He knew she liked what he could do for her so he picked up the pace, driving himself into her channel faster, watching her close her eyes and savor the feel of him buried inside her. God, but she was as  horny as he was, and she was able to take his oversized, thick cock without gasping in pain. He stopped holding back and fucked her hard and fast—his muscles flexing quickly with each driving plunge. She was tight and wet with her hot cream, just for him! He felt her arch and clench wildly around his cock with a mind-splintering climax.

He pounded in a few more strokes before he gave a choked shout of victory, and came so hard inside her, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He jabbed his cock in and pressed his body to hers and let his cum fill her, felt it washing down his legs with the shower spray. He almost lost the ability to stand, his knees trembling from the intense pleasure. He clasped her tight against him, kissing her throat, her shoulder, her ear. And then he hefted her slightly higher to suck her nipple into his mouth, savoring it for several minutes as she gently milked his cock with sexy little squeezes of her inner muscles
He lowered her slowly to the shower floor once more, and caught her lips in another hot, sweet kiss, before he drew back and whispered hoarsely, “You were worth the long wait!”

Her voice was shaky as she whispered, “So were you. Except I didn’t wait…did I?”

He ran his palms down her wet skin with slow enjoyment. “No. You didn’t.” His lips trailed over her temple. “But you just made up for your lack of judgment.”

Haley ran her tongue over his stubbly chin and sighed. God, but she wanted this to go on forever. His hands felt so good on her body as he caressed her slowly. “I always thought you were hot. You didn’t know that, did you?”

“You sure had a damn funny way of showing it.” His voice was muffled against her sopping hair, and she shivered as he dragged his lips across her cheek to capture her mouth, effectively stopping her words for several minutes.

Temple Bryon, you need to e-mail me at to claim your free e-book. You have until August 1st to claim your prize.
Hugs to all!

Fran Lee

Monday, July 27, 2015

Announcing the winner of my prizes from RB4Us Blog!

Winner of a copy of Changing all the Rules and a lovely Romance key chain is
 Colleen Conklin!

Congratulations, Colleen!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Let's try something different...

Hunter's Moon
Excerpt Copyright 2015 Fran Lee
Note: explicit and naughty words...adults only need to read.
His palms gently squeezed her butt and sent a thrill of heat through her body. His mouth dropped to take hers as she closed her eyes with reaction, and he instantly deepened the kiss as she gave a moan of pleasure deep in her throat. She felt his hands lifting her bodily from her feet, and she instantly wrapped her legs about him again, her pussy throbbing and her mind swirling. He was amazingly hard and thick again, and she realized shakily that she was panting as she began to thrust her center against his bulging jeans like some mindless nympho.

Gareth closed his eyes and groaned. There went another pair of perfectly good jeans! He walked into her bedroom and sank backward on her mattress, adjusting his body so that she could apply as much or as little pressure to her thrusts as she wished. He bit his lip as she ran her mouth over his throat so delightfully, causing him to shiver and thrust upward to give her what she so desperately wanted.  He felt her lips seeking his, and opened to her hungry, questing kiss, thrilling to her tongue stroking into his mouth and dancing with his own.

But instead of simply letting her ride him until she came, he slowly shoved her soft blouse up over her silky bra, and released the front clasp. She jerked back, but he murmured huskily into her ear that he wanted her to feel even more pleasure. And she gasped as his palms slowly, pleasurably cupped and kneaded her breasts, his thumbs gently thrumming her hard nipples until she threw back her head and gave a sexy cry and came so hard that she was totally mindless for several moments.

Gareth waited for her to sit up slightly, and then caught her right nipple in his lips, sucking the swollen tip deep into his mouth as he placed his hands on her hips and continued to rock her body against his, seeking his own breathless release.  He moved to the other nipple and heard her gasping intake of breath. She moaned as she readied for a second climax, and her body quickened its pace. He gave a muffled shout of pleasure as he came harder than before, flooding his jeans with an unbelievable ejaculation that continued for several long, heady moments before subsiding.

She lay helpless on his body as both of them fought for breath. He laughed shakily beside her ear, “I gave you two for my one—you owe me one.”

I know that those of you who have clicked on the follow button have waited patiently for a I am going to start giving away an e-book copy of the books I post here on this blog. I will pick one member/follower at random when I post, so plese pay attention, or you'll miss your prize!

This post's winner is Kate Pyper. E-mail me at to claim your free copy, Kate!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Another excerpt? Different book?

Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee

Flint rose from the bed and hesitated as his little intruder looked her fill at him. Wide golden eyes dropped from his muscled chest to his aroused shaft, and got even bigger. Like she’d never seen anything the likes of it before. He let her stare for a full minute before he cleared his tight throat and reached for his rumpled jeans lying across the foot of Curley’s unoccupied bed. If he knew Curley, the cowpoke was dossed down with some rodeo bunny in another motel room, enjoying the hell out of her.

Shaking out his jeans, he stepped into them casually, sensing her eyes drilling a hole through his bruised ass. He could almost feel them stroking over his skin. Damn! It was a job getting the fly closed without zipping his unrepentant cock into the teeth, but somehow he managed. He didn’t bother with his belt. Or his shirt. Modesty wasn’t one of his many sins. He’d only put on his pants to make her less nervous.

When he turned back to face her, she was still flat on her back, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging, as if she’d been quick-frozen to the spot. He scratched his chest and yawned, and watched as her pale face turned all red. When she still didn’t move, he ran both hands back through his sleep rumpled hair, and almost laughed as her wide eyes popped again. Figuring he would have to be the one to start the conversation, he felt his cheeks crease with a wicked grin.

“Unless you are inviting me back into my bed, darlin’, it would be smart of you to get a grip and sit up. You look mighty invitin’ lyin' there like that.”

His words had the desired effect, because she jack-knifed up from the mattress and hit the floor with both feet, looking for all the world like she was ready to make a dive for the door. He lifted both palms like he would to calm a spooked horse, and he spoke softly in a calm voice. “Easy there, sweet thing…you’re safe. But I need a cup of coffee.”

Coffee? Hot coffee?

Lily’s mouth almost watered. She hadn’t eaten a damn thing except a stale granola bar since she’d run for it, and her gut was telling her off something fierce. She’d saved all her cash for bus fare and a room if she needed one, and the idea that he might be offering a cup of coffee was enough to make her sink back down onto the edge of the mattress and hug her stomach.

When the tall man moved to the cubby hole that served as a closet between the bedroom and the bathroom, and flipped the switch on a small two-cup coffee maker, she stared at his broad back, unable to take her eyes from all that golden skin. 

His jeans hung low on his lean hips, and his bare feet were long and well shaped. Holy Hell, but she’d never seen a better looking man. His dark hair was almost black, with a few lighter streaks, probably from the sun. Her gaze slid over the nasty bruises that were on his back, ribs, and his shoulder. Then he swung his head her way as if he sensed she was ogling him, and a crooked smile curved his chiseled mouth.

Covering her rudeness, she coughed and looked down at the floor, and she spoke in a shaky voice. “Did you get the shit beat out of you, too?”

Flint hid his grin as he turned back to the coffee, and turned two of the Styrofoam cups over. “Not in the same way you were. The saddle bronc I was finished riding took it into his head to try and get the last word in on our argument.”

He heard her little gasp, and a moment later, he felt cool hands on the largest of his bruises. It was all he could do to not flinch. He stiffened as her small cold fingers ran over the lump where a hoof had caught his ribs a glancing blow. “Have you been to see a doctor?” she whispered, “to make sure your ribs aren’t cracked?”

Taking in a deep breath, he fought to remain still. “Yep. Just a bunch of nasty bruises.” His voice rasped as he went on. “Your cool hands feel damn good, woman…”

She moved away quickly, and the minute her hands dropped from his body, he wanted them right back where they’d been. He tried his damnedest to not look disappointed when he glanced down at her over his shoulder once more.

“I’m sorry.” Her face was pinched with concern.

“No need to apologize. It felt good…sort of like an ice pack. You can put those hands back on me if you want.”

He watched her expression turn from worried to pink with embarrassment, and he fought to keep from turning around and kissing her until the pink turned to a warm red flush of pleasure. But he managed to hold back. He almost growled under his breath. He’d never felt so damned hot and protective in his life before. She wasn’t a beauty, but there was something about her that grabbed his gut and twisted. Something about her seemed to reach out and touch him, and damned if he wasn’t ready and willing to figure it out. He needed to back the hell off and get some answers so he could decide what to do with his little burglar.

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Excerpt, anyone?

excerpt copyright Fran Lee 2015

Haley stared at the steering wheel, unable to get out of her car after pulling into her driveway. Well, that had sure as hell been one eye-opener of a lunch date with an old buddy! She shoved her hair out of her face and sighed heavily. Krissa had said a lot of things that had a ring of truth to them. Especially about the boring thing.

And the screwing around thing.

She almost laughed hysterically at that thought. How the hell could she be so damn blind? Of course he’d been with another woman those times she’d smelled perfume on his shirts! Haley Gregory just liked to keep her damn head buried in the sand. So much safer than seeing what was happening to her marriage. What was happening to her once ebullient self-confidence.

She sighed and ran her hands through her tousled hair. How had it come down to this? Was it her fault Harry didn’t want sex very often? Hell! How would she know? She simply followed his lead in everything they did in bed. And he had never seemed to want anything but the uninspired, everyday kind of vanilla sex. She really loved Harry. But Harry was a meat-and-potatoes-type lover, and he liked to be in control.

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly to calm her panic. She'd really wanted to ask him to experiment and try something different, but it never seemed to be the right time. She always chickened out when she got up the nerve to ask. He seemed to like making love to his wife the same old way—year after year. But she had seen some of the magazines he bought, and the women in those pictures weren’t being fucked in the missionary position.

And that thing Kris had joked about—about Harry not nibbling pussy? Haley would have given anything to know what it felt like for Harry to try oral sex on her. The idea left her in a lather. He seemed to enjoy it when she sucked him off but he never offered to do it to her. 

And she had always been too damned embarrassed to ask him to.

Oh, how shocked her husband would likely be if he knew some of the things she’d thought of doing to him. Good old staid Harry would likely die of a heart attack if she revealed her fantasies. 

She had a slim, vibrating dildo hidden away in her drawer under her lingerie, which she used for anal stimulation while she masturbated with her fingers. Harry would have a cow about that if he ever found it. And all the while, she hid her cravings—her “perversions”—from Harry. And she fantasized—boy, how she fantasized! She would think of all the ways she wanted him to take her—all the ways she wanted to take him! Oh yeah…

She’d bought a few magazines of her own at an adult toy shop, and after blushing furiously as she read them, had finally managed to get past her own naïveté. Some of the magazines had shown couples, sometimes threesomes, doing the most amazingly sexy things to each other. She had learned about things like bondage and spanking, and even anal sex.

Hence the little butt-plug of a dildo.

The pleasure that little toy had brought was desperately needed. At times she would lie in bed while Harry was bowling, and she’d fantasize about amazingly sinful things. Like one man using his mouth and tongue on her pussy, while another paid detailed attention to her breasts—something Harry did very little of. And she would use her fingers and her little silver dildo to get some pretty gnarly orgasms.

She squirmed a bit in the leather bucket seat, thinking of the many fantasies she’d indulged in while he was away bowling. Fantasies she had never dared to enact on her husband’s hot, delicious body. It was far easier to get herself off during a fantasy than to ask her husband of ten years to indulge her. 

She would die of embarrassment if he knew what she fantasized about...

Her thoughts strayed to the young teenager she’d always had just a bit of a silly crush on. Not as big a crush as she’d always had on Harry, of course, but just a little one. She nibbled on her lower lip as she thought about Josh Barnes…

After talking so openly this afternoon with Krissa, once she’d gotten past her initial shock and embarrassment, she’d grudgingly agreed to meet Joshua at Krissa’s place on Friday night. She shook her head at the thought of making a movie date with a man three years younger. But the idea that Krissa’s kid brother had nursed a serious crush on her for all these years had given her a jolt of naughty pleasure. 

She’d have gone out with him back then, if he hadn’t been so much younger. In fact, she had wanted to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance in her senior year, but her friends had laughed at her for wanting to ask a freshman, no matter how tall or cute he was. She’d chosen Harry instead.

Josh Barnes had always been a damn good-looking kid, with intense blue eyes and a shock of flyaway blond hair that was always hanging in his eyes, making his furtive, hungry looks sort of adorable. She’d always enjoyed it when he followed Krissa and her around like a drooling puppy. 

She’d once even flashed him wickedly at a sleepover when she’d seen him peeping at her from the top of the stairs. He’d been hanging over the rail, and she had seen him from the corner of her eye. And when Krissie was spelunking in the fridge for the inevitable snacks, Haley had walked into the foyer and had lifted her nightie up to flash him with her bare breasts and tiny panties.

She had felt amazingly daring and naughty as the kid had blushed beet-red and his mouth had dropped as wide as his eyes. She’d felt wildly wicked as she tweaked her erect nipples while he stared dumbly down at her, and then she had dropped her nightie back over her body and whirled to race into the kitchen.

She had never forgotten that moment of exhibitionism, and she was pretty damn sure Josh hadn’t either, from what Krissa had told her. She sighed and licked her lips. Josh wanted to see a whole lot more of her than her breasts! He always had.

She had wanted so damn badly to let him catch her alone, to feel his hot eyes on her naked body again. To feel those large, man-sized hands on her skin. It had been a wicked, childish fantasy that had never come to fruition. Harry was older, more self-assured. Josh was just a kid.

Except that he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was twenty-six. The last time she’d seen him, he was only sixteen, and still a bit gangly and lanky. Too thin for that growth spurt to six-foot-four he’d taken that summer.

5-star reviews on Amazon:

Five Stars!
By M. Fullington on May 31, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
What a fun sexy read! I loved how open the husband was about the wife's needs! I totally get it about how married couples can get caught in a rut. It's so important to keep an open mind.

Ms. Lee writes a story that will fulfill all your fantasies. While it was a quick read, I felt that the characters were wonderfully well-rounded! Best of all, the happily ever after makes it all worthwhile!

By Aphrodite'sNightie on June 20, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
Well-crafted writing coupled with a very sexy and complex menage makes Changing All The Rules a compelling read.