We’ve all heard of these. Magic buttons, or at least spots that can lead to
magic. And while they’re a bit of a cliché, there’s also some science behind
them. Even better, for those of us who like to be amused, there’s some side
notes science forgot. And here they are.
Ear nibbles. Shivery and delicious, right? But equally awesome are
sweet nothings, such as “You’re beautiful” and “I’ll load the dishwasher
tonight.” There’s also nothing wrong with “Do you mind if I clean the entire
house” and “I’ll take the kids for the day so you can do absolutely nothing.”
(If there are any men reading this, let me assure you those last two are next
level erogenous. You’re welcome.)
Better known as the nape of your neck, though I’m not sure where the
other napes are. People just like to specify, I guess. Anyway, there are a bunch
of nerve endings there that are supposed to make nape touches amazing, and
that’s probably why accidentally pulling hair out with a pony tail holder hurts
so much. Which brings me to this: hair pulling should be done by the fistful.
Which should be an erogenous zone by itself. A huge, amazing, ERMAGERD erogenous
zone. (Either than, or she’ll hurt you back. My bad.)
Inner Thighs. This is a bit of a no brainer, but it’s not JUST a
no-brainer. I mean, the inner thighs are the gateway to the grand finale, but
there’s just something about a subtle brush of the finger tips that will make
you care nothing of whether you’ve missed a spot with the razor. Caveman
gotta have you now sex is amazing, but taking a few minutes to delight
in the mundane-seeming, deceptively erotic inner thighs will melt your soul. (Or
tickle. Good luck with that.)
Lower back. Yes, you want a massage, but go ahead and grab the oils
and make it a good one because it’ll do more than put you in the mood. A lower
back rub is supposed to relax the pelvis, which in turn is supposed to make sex
better. I’m sure there’s some guy out there who will argue that massaging the
V-zone will have an even more direct effect on the pelvis, but he’s wrong, and
you know he’s wrong when you have the V-zone and he’s looking all kinds of
thirsty. Back rubs are the way to go.
So, there you have it. Unconventional erogeny (is that even a word?) in a
nutshell. It is my sincerest wish that you now have some playing to do, but if
not, I invite you to erogenate (also not a word, I’m betting) with Jagger, who
can be in your hot little hands in a click if you pick up a copy of THE MILLIONAIRE'S GAMBLE.
(He doesn’t do dishes, but he does have a hot tub. And a private jet. And a
tongue that makes all zones erogenous. Loopholes for the win!)
Wealth has a price. Everyone wants something from you. For one woman, that
something was my DNA. One minute, she was kissing me like we were going to strip
it down and go at it. And the next, she was ripping out my hair for a paternity
test—and threatening to torpedo my latest deal. I don't play these kind of
games. And that damnably sexy woman with the alluring eyes and mistaken agenda
is about to learn that the hard way…
Millionaire scion Jagger Hamilton didn't father Kennedy Price's nephew. That
doesn't mean he can't use the situation to his advantage. She wants him to take
a paternity test. He wants her in his bed.
He shouldn't.
She's blackmailing him, and she's playing dirty. He could try to use the
famous Hamilton charm to turn her into a powerful ally… But she makes him feel…
Way. Too. Much.
Kennedy Price isn't asking much. Just for the powerful, sinfully hot, and
notorious playboy to be a decent human being. But he's used to using that
filthy, sensual mouth for getting what he wants.
And he wants her.
She’s determined not to fall for him. But there's no avoiding his charisma,
or his bed, where she threatens to lose more than the standoff between them. She
just might lose her heart.
Romance Contemporary
[Entangled Indulgence, On Sale: July 11, 2016,
e-Book, ISBN: 9781633756755 / ]
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the
mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly
adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a
homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants
anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. As it turns out, her
characters aren’t much better than the kids, but nevertheless, you’ll find her
writing sexy contemporary romance for Entangled Publishing until they throw her
out.
Well now, this is an interesting twist. I've not heard of this before. Now I'm curious and must see how it plays out! (Kathleen Bylsma 1:21pm July 20, 2016)
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