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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