Picking Art

PICKING ART

Rock Hard Seduction #2

Garrett Henry is accustomed to people looking at him, recognizing him as the guitarist for the heavy metal band Façade. But when he catches a cute little blond stealing glances at him from across the bar, his curiosity takes hold. One look down her petite curvy body and he knows she’s way out of his league. Still, he finds himself drawn to her like a magnet.

For twenty-five years, Suzanne Cassidy has saved herself. Not necessarily for marriage but for the right man. When she meets Garrett Henry she knows he isn’t the sort of man she usually finds attractive but he has an innate beauty that she can’t ignore. As they grow closer she finds the feeling she’s been longing for and knows she will give this man her most prized possession…her virginity. But Garrett is a heavy metal star and a man with whom forever is not an option. Suzanne longs for marriage, a family and she’s certain Garrett isn’t the man who can give her that. He will never be willing to leave the life of a heavy metal star for the down-home family life. Or will he? Is he the man who can give Suzanne her hearts desire?

5 ANGELS, RECOMMENDED READ: "This is the second book in this series, and it does not disappoint. I am even little surprised to say this, but it is even better then the first book. Picking Art is a very sweet love story, with dashes of ultra lava blazing sex. I recommend this story for breaking out of stereotypes, and showing that you can write a true romantic love story with very sexy scenes without disappointing the reader. I cannot wait for the third installment of this series to come out!" -- Anita, Fallen Angel Reviews

5 STARS: "When their eyes met I knew this story was going to be hot! I was not disappointed with the pulsating sizzling sex. The secondary characters provide great comic relief and round out the book. The plot moves at a great pace with the emotions being at the forefront of the story. It was a privilege to read this wonderful love story with electrifying sex." -- Just Erotic Romance Reviews

5 ANGELS: "Picking Art is a wonderful continuation of this series about the members of a heavy metal band. This poignant story of two people who are cautious yet hopeful in their search for love will lift your spirits while at the same time get your motor running! I enjoyed these characters who, at first glance, seem very different from each other. But as the story progresses, you find that underneath it all, they're both vulnerable people who are trying to protect themselves. Ms. Ramagos portrays their personalities very well. Suzanne is the proper, shy young artist who is saving herself for the right man. I think she was just as surprised as Garrett when she chose him as that man! But he handles himself with gentleness and care that comes to signify the man that is Garrett. I think I fell in love with him a little bit myself— the big, strong heavy metal guitarist who's gentle enough to worry about the woman who offers herself to him. But their relationship isn't all sweetness and light. They're both young and healthy and the sex is frequent and hot, hot, hot! Enjoy these two and their journey to find out if they're cut out for a long-term relationship. I know I did!" --Trang, Fallen Angel Reviews

ADULT EXCERPT

He removed her bra with the same ease and tenderness that he used with her dress and, when he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, she thought she might die from the pleasure. His tongue circled the pebbled surface around her already taut nipple, then his teeth gently enclosed around it, nibbling, sending a bolt of desire straight to her pussy. She felt the juices leak between her already sodden folds, the throbbing in her clit and channel so excruciating it drew a moan from low in her throat.

She writhed on his lap, her butt grinding against the bulge she felt beneath it. He was hard, and the movement of her butt cheek on his growing erection elicited a sound from him that was both exciting and mesmerizing.

His arms moved around her as he slowly lowered her to lie on the bed, but he didn’t move over her as she expected. Instead, he stood. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed and he ran his hands up them to the top of her dress now gathered around her waist. He lifted her hips, at the same time pulling the dress and her panties from her body. Her cheeks flamed as he stared down at her. She was completely naked now and on display for his appraisal.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said on a rush of air. He leaned over her, his hands flattening on her shoulders and slowly skimming down over her breasts, her belly, and her thighs. She sighed at the pleasure of his touch and her eyes closed involuntarily. His hands tugged at her thighs, urging them to spread, and she squeezed her eyes tighter, let her legs fall open.

She felt him move between her legs, sucking in a breath when his hand cupped her wet mound. One wide finger slid between her saturated folds, over her throbbing bud, then continuing down. Her eyes fluttered open in time to see him bring that finger to his mouth for a taste.

“And you taste beautiful, too,” he whispered, meeting her gaze. His eyes were darkened by passion and desire, his features soft and comforting.

Her gaze fell to his still-clothed chest as uneasiness pulled at her. What was she was supposed to do, to say?

Between her legs, he lowered himself to his knees. As if sensing her uncertainty, he whispered, “Relax. Just lay back and enjoy.” Then he lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, lowering his face to her mound.

She couldn’t see what he was doing, wasn’t even sure she wanted to, but she felt his fingers slide over the outer edges of her pussy lips and the gentle pressure as he used those fingers to spread her flesh apart. Her back arched when the tip of his tongue connected with her swollen bud. Electricity ricocheted through her, bringing with it a heat so exotic she cried out from the surprise and sheer pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered against her flesh and stole another lick.

“Oh, God, yes.” She fisted the bedspread in her hands, her head lolling uncontrollably from side to side. The pleasure was so intense it nearly drove her mad! How could she have gone twenty-five years without feeling this?

“Do you want more?” He licked her in one slow, tantalizing slide, beginning just above her most secret hole and moving all the way up.

She wiggled, gasped, her fists gripping the bedspread so tightly her nails dug through the material and into her palms. “Please!”

Again, his tongue found her clit, this time lingering there. It circled, tickled, then moved slowly down to the never before touched opening of her vagina. When his tongue entered her, she thought for sure she would die. But oh, what a way to go!

“Garrett,” she gasped, her head tipping back as a pressure she’d never known built between her legs. What was happening? What was he doing to her? The feel of his mouth on her most intimate spot, of his tongue as he lapped at the wetness there was complete torture, and yet more pleasure than any she’d ever dreamed.

Her lower body instinctively writhed against his face, against his tongue as the feeling drove her to the brink of insanity. The pressure grew even more intense, unbelievably exquisite. She didn’t know if she was supposed to fight against it, didn’t know how she could, and when the callused tip of his finger touched her clit as his tongue sank deeper into her, she knew there was no way to fight it.

A small cry escaped her lips as white-hot fireworks exploded behind her eyelids brighter than that on the Fourth of July. Her insides convulsed, her toes curled, and her entire body shook with release. She barely felt him as he stood and moved, easing onto the bed to lie beside her.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open. He lay on his side, his upper body propped on one elbow as he gazed down at her. His green eyes were almost black, darkened by his own sexual need.

“W—what was that?” she asked when she was able to catch her breath.

A smile tilted his lips. “An orgasm. I take it that was your first.”

She nodded. “It was incredible.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He grinned as he leaned down to kiss her.

His lips, his mouth, tasted sweet and warm with the remains of her juices. It was unbelievably erotic and, despite the exhaustion the orgasm left in its wake, she felt her insides stir again.