Guest Post: Inez Kelley

I am very happy to have Inez Kelley on the blog today! Take it away Inez!


What’s in a name?

A name is something freely given, usually. It’s how you introduce yourself, how you identify this person from that person, how you know which person you are talking about. A name is a calling card without the paper. Everyone has a name.

Not always.

Anonymous (and several adaptations of that name) has become a stand-in for people who wish to keep their names hidden on-line for any number of reasons. But in face-to-face communications, that becomes difficult to use. Especially when those face-to-face encounters involve oral sex and sexual relations.

In LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR, the female remains anonymous. Bram Winters went to a small town fair while on a job assignment in some small town and found a sultry bit of heaven in a red dress. She promised him anything he wanted if he’d give her one night of fun and sex. But she wouldn’t give him her name. He asked, he pleaded, he bribed but she never gave it up. At first it was to keep a one-night-stand just a one-night-stand. Then it became a game. And adult games are so much more fun than tiddlywinks.

Despite his mystery lady having no name, he remembered her long after that one scorching night of anonymous sex. Somehow, she’d gotten into his blood, into his memories and into his heart. He didn’t know her name but he knew HER, knew that together they had something worth exploring.

I’m not going to tell you Lady’s name. I’ll let you find out with Bram. It all falls into place.

LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR

He never thought his next wildfire would be wearing a red dress.

“Make me your goddess and I’ll take you to heaven.” This sultry promise sparks a scorching, unforgettable one-night stand. The next morning Bram Winters awakes with a hickey and a head full of wicked memories—alone. His nameless goddess is gone without a trace, along with his shirt. And his heart.

Five months later, he stumbles across his mystery lady in a Laundromat, but she still won’t give up her name. Worse, she begs him to leave, no questions asked. Once he catches the spark of terror in her eyes, though, his firefighter training takes over—and he digs in for the duration.

Lady never wanted Bram to see her life’s ugly underside, but it’s too late—his socks are already in the washer. He was supposed to be her declaration of independence from her unstable ex, a bittersweet memory to carry into her new life.

Except the ex continues to stalks her. And Bram’s reappearance sends her emotions and desires tumbling over the edge. As the minutes wear on, sexual tension rises faster than the steam from a hot water wash.

And Lady’s ex watches from the shadows, growing more furious by the minute…

Product Warnings: Scorching sex, icy scissor play and an anonymous woman taking a wet slide down one hot ex-fireman’s pole. Beware of hot flashes and spontaneous combustion. Correct change not required.


Excerpt:

Semi-privacy emboldened him and the kiss deepened, jacking his hunger higher.
Short nails raked down his spine and her breasts thrust up. He cupped one, thumbing the tight crest until a whimper eked from her mouth. It tasted of spicy homemade wine and forbidden promises. “What’s your name?” he whispered between tastes of her.

“What do you want it to be?”

Pulling his hand from her breast, he touched her bottom lip. She licked his fingertip. He bent for another kiss and his smile caressed hers. “Seriously, what’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

“Bram. Bram Wi—”

Her hand flew to his mouth. “Just Bram, okay?”

So that’s the game we’re going to play. Nodding his head, his tongue flicked out, stroking her palm. She smoothed her fingertips across his lip and he caught one, sucking it into his mouth for a fast nip. “Okay. What do I call you?”

“Yours.” She took his mouth hard, fingers tugging at his hair until he was gasping. He pulled back to suck in oxygen. She leaned her head on the brick and looked at him. Filtered sunlight showed him her tilted kiss-swollen lips. “You’re not from here.”

“No, just passing through for work.”

Her fingers slid from his hair down to his neck, slipping into the vee of his collar. She toyed with the button before opening it. Her mouth teased with a lick and her words brought a shiver.

“Where are you staying?”

“The Sleepytime Motel.” He grinned. “Is there anywhere else to stay in this rinky little town?”

She smoothed her hands down his chest to circle his waist. “No. I’ve got a business opportunity for you, Bram.”

A warning light flashed in his brain. Oh shit no. He pulled his frame away from hers, held a tiny space between them. Did he nearly get suckered by a pro? Humiliation circled outside his lust, waiting to pounce. He’d never paid for ass and wasn’t about to start, no matter how hot she was. “Business…like as in…professional? Are you a prostitute?”

Her laugh chimed like music, ringing with surprise but not shame. “Oh God no, I just feel daring and wild and…I want to play…with you.”

Hallelujah. Thank you, God, for women’s lib and sexual freedom. His hard-on returned with throbbing force. “What kind of business proposition?”

“My business.” Her lips caressed his Adam’s apple. “And your business.” Along his thigh, her leg crept higher, pressing her damp feminine heat into his groin. “And nobody else’s business.”

“Alright, I’m listening.”

She angled her head, shaking her dark gold hair from her heart-shaped face. “Right this second, what do you want the most?”

A shift pressed his erection into her stomach. “One guess.”

Her eyes closed and a carnal smile lifted her cheeks, rounding the flushed color. Her mouth found his neck again and her tongue slicked to his jaw. “Anything you want. Just give me the night. Treat me like your queen and I’ll be your everything.”

Thundering need pounded in his belly when her fingers dropped to trace the outline of his cock through his zipper. It strained toward her touch and any doubts he might have had disintegrated with a shudder. “Elizabeth, Victoria or Mary, Queen of Scots?”

Like a whiskey-laced tonic, her laugh shot through him. She licked up his chin. “Isis. Artemis. Athena. Venus.”

His chuckle stirred her hair. “Those are goddesses, not queens.”

“Then make me your goddess and I’ll take you to heaven.”

Accompanying her promise was the long, slow slide of his zipper…

Inez Kelley is a multi-published author of various romance genres. You can visit her at her website http://inezkelley.com/ Follow Inez on twitter at @Inez_Kelley or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/inez.kelley


Thank you for that very hot post Inez! *fans face* I have reviewed Lipstick On His Collar and you can read my review here.