Category: Book snippets

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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from The Arrangement (working title to be released in 2015)…

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I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, catch the rim behind his glans and give one, two light tugs as my tongue flicks across the head.

He hisses.

Still holding a fist of my hair, a finger of his free hand traces the stretch of my lip. I imagine him enjoying the sight of my mouth wrapped around him.

I wish I could see him, but not all is lost.

The blindfold makes up for the things it robs – my other senses are heightened. I feel him inside and out. I feel the heat from his body rise and fall as he moves.

Here in my darkness, he feels electric.

Can’t Pretend

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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS

Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought…

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Killian sank to his haunches and traced Daniel’s name in the marble stone.

She averted her gaze. Looked all the way across the cemetery searching for some kind of sign. For hope. Better yet, reanimation.

Nothing.

There was only more of the oppressive silence. A thick suffocating quiet haunted by ghosts.

She looked back at Killian. His touch lingered on the letters one last time and then he slowly rose to stand and look at her.

Last night’s argument hung in the dead air between them.

“I just want things back the way they were,” she whispered.

“There’s no bringing back from the dead, Scar.”

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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS

Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought…

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Killian gave her a curt nod and went back to reading.

Scarlet studied his profile. The moody Irish in his features. The beauty of his broken nose. Everything in her ached for him.

She looked at the open whiskey bottle on the table next to him. He would keep her company, put her to bed and then drown his sorrows.

She wanted to drown in him.

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#8sunday #SEXYSNIPPETS

Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  For those that follow my snippets, Exhibition was sent to my publisher last week so we’re starting with a brand new story.

Here is an unedited peek from Bought…

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Jerricho walked over to the table and picked up the flogger, swung it with force letting the swish cut through the air so she could hear it. Hear what was coming.

He walked behind her, her legs were splayed in the hogtie, exposing, inviting. He tickled the flogger tendrils against her glistening sex.

Her whole body twitched. She would’ve jumped if she could. Instead she was hanging, suspended from the rig with no option but acceptance.

“Do you like that?”

“Y-yes.”

“What does it feel like?”

She groaned as he rolled the suede strips over her sensitive flesh.

“Like velvet…like heaven.”

© Nicolette Hugo

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“Hold onto the door frame, spread your legs and eyes on the mirror.”

I do as I’m told. I am standing naked in the middle of the doorway to Vincent’s playroom as I place my palms on the wall next to the door and slide my feet until they push against the frame.

The wall at the end of the hallway is a huge mirror and I can see myself clearly. Instead of watching me, I stare into the spaces behind me, searching for glimpses of him.

I watch his hands slip around my waist and feel him step against my back. He has taken off his shirt and I moan as I feel his skin make contact with mine. Both hands slide up to cup my breasts. They swell and ripen under his touch.

My hands twitch against the wall with the need to touch him.