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These excerpts contain sexually explicit material. If you are not at least 18 years of age, please leave.
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Annabelle Lee
Book 1: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
 
By day Annabelle Lee is a perfect small town librarian with loose-fitting dresses and hair scrunched up in a tight bun. But at night, lying in her lonely bed, her sensuality emerges in scorching, erotic dreams about Mike Sloan.
Annabelle’s not the only one with a few fantasies, Mike has been dreaming of stripping her out of her prim clothing and into his bed, and when the opportunity arises, he grabs at the chance. Soon they’re heating up the sheets, and each other, with steamy sexual interludes.
While Annabelle is luxuriating in their no-strings, secret affair, Mike is longing for something more permanent—like exploring the exhilarating heights of passion as man and wife.
 
“N.J. Walters is an up and coming author who has written a wonderful romantic story with relatable characters, hot sex and some light humor...Annabelle Lee has delivered an impressive debut...”
5 Hearts—Stacey, The Romance Studio
“As a new writer, N. J. Walters literally blew me away with this scorching novel Annabelle Lee….It is a realistic, modern novel that we can all relate to. It is the best scorching erotica I have read and I have place it in with my favorites.”
5 Cups—Suz, Coffee Time Romance
“This story is filled with the most amazingly sensual foreplay. I found myself engrossed with these characters and their plight….I will recommend this books to my friends.”
5 Stars—Dianne Nogueras, eCataRomance
"...for those looking for a new author then Ms. Walters is your lady for she is going places."
5 Unicorns, Melinda, Enchanted in Romance
“Annabelle Lee has it all, likeable characters, scorching sex scenes and a satisfying happily after.”
4 Stars—J. B. DuBose, JERR
“Annabelle Lee is a sizzler!”
Ansley Velarde, The Road to Romance
“In addition to the passion, readers will enjoy Annabelle's emotional journey...”
4 Stars—Romantic Times Book Club Magazine
“Annabelle Lee is a touching story of a woman who wakes up to passion and a love for life for the first time ever, all due to the love of a great guy.”
4 Blue Ribbons—Sarah W, Romance Junkies
"NJ Walters once again brings us a story that is pure satisfaction - a blend of erotic and romantic love scenes combined with characters that are written with a depth that brings them to life."
4.5 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
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Excerpt from Annabelle Lee
©2004 N.J. Walters
“I heard you were hot.” The voice was male, deep, and husky.
Annabelle turned slightly from where she’d been organizing books in the reference section of the library. The towering shelves filled with hardcover books created a tunnel-like effect, insulating her from the rest of the library. She could see a tall silhouette at the end of the darkened aisle. “You shouldn’t be here. The library closed five minutes ago.” She used her sternest librarian voice, the one that automatically scolded the recipient for breaking library rules.
The shadow sauntered closer and coalesced into the body of a man. And what a body! Clad in tight jeans and a white tank shirt that emphasized the rippling muscles in his chest, he was every woman’s fantasy, but especially hers. The blue material of his jeans clung to his muscular thighs and accentuated the bulge in the front. He was aroused and making no effort to hide it.
“What can I do for you?” Annabelle asked, her voice prim and business-like. She could feel the sweat roll down her back, and her nipples were now tight buds against the front of her summer cotton sundress.
“What do you want to do?” came the tantalizing reply.
Annabelle eyed him up and down as she sauntered a little closer. His was a strong face made harsh by the desire stamped on it. His brown eyes scorched her with their lustful gaze. Her fingers itched to reach around his neck and release his long, rich brown hair from its leather thong. She wanted to sift her fingers through it and rub her face in its softness.
Annabelle stopped in front of him. “You should be fined for breaking library rules.” She ran her finger up and down the front of his tight shirt, tracing the muscles, feeling them clench tighter at her touch.
“What’s the penalty?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet of the hushed library. His hands reached to pull her towards him, but she stepped back.
“No. No touching.” Annabelle tapped a finger upon her lips, drawing his gaze to them. “That’s your penalty.” She removed her wire-rimmed glasses, closed them carefully and placed them on top of a thick reference book about the mating rituals of animals.
Taking her time, she reached behind her head and pulled out the pins, one at a time, that confined her long, dark brown hair in a bun. Her dress was drawn tight across her breasts, and they grew heavy with desire as his lustful stare lingered on them. When the last pin was out, she laid them next to her glasses and threaded her fingers through her long tresses, letting them fall softly across her shoulders. She felt powerful and sensual.
“You can look, but you can’t touch.” Casually, she slipped off her loafers and nudged them aside. He stood as still as a statue before her. Every muscle tensed. Waiting.
She padded towards him, her feet making no sound on the carpet. Clasping one of his hands in hers, she raised it to her lips and placed a kiss in the center of his palm before positioning it on the wood shelf to the right. Then she did the same with the other hand and laid it on the opposite shelf on the left. His hands were slightly rough, the hands of a man who made a living with them. They were broad with long, thick fingers. Capable hands. The thought of them on her body sent a shiver of desire down her spine.
“Don’t move,” she ordered as she backed away. He was a large man and with his arms spread he filled the aisle. If possible, his gaze got even hotter, a mix of annoyance and lust.
“Annabelle.” His jaw was clenched and his voice was harsh. “I want you. Now.”
Annabelle gave him a sultry smile. “If you pay the penalty, you can have me. I’ll make it worth your while.”
She reached down and in one motion pulled her dress over her head and let it slip to the floor. His nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into the wood of the shelves, turning his knuckles white. Annabelle laughed and stroked her cotton-covered breasts with her own hands. As he watched her, she drew her fingertips over her aroused nipples.
“You can do that later. If you behave.”
“You’re killing me.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” Annabelle reached behind and unhooked her bra. Bending over she allowed it to fall down her arms and join her dress on the floor, all the while giving him an unobstructed view of her full breasts.
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Heat Wave
Book 2: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
Emma Howard has been sensible her entire life, focusing all her time and energy on her career. In fact, Emma doubts that there is much passion inside her, at least until Tucker Martin moves into her apartment building. Their immediate reaction to one another is explosive and she grabs the opportunity to explore her awakening sexuality. But after a heated encounter, Emma backs away from their growing relationship, unwilling to trust the passion flaring between them.
Tucker’s wanted Emma since the first moment he laid eyes on her. When a blackout traps them in an elevator, it’s not just the heat wave that makes Emma feel hot. Determined to convince her that they are made for each other, he’s more than willing to take advantage of the circumstances that have trapped them alone together.
But Emma’s fears go deeper than either of them realizes, and she will have to face her past before she can claim a future with Tucker.
"...another emotional and sensual story from N.J. Walters. If you're looking for a story with heart, as well as some serious heat, look no further."
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Sarah W, Romance Junkies
"Sizzling desire blends perfectly with a touching, romantic novel, making HEAT WAVE a tale that should not be missed."
—Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"It's a delightfully hot, tender story about love and trust. HEAT WAVE is definitely a keeper."
—Nannette, Joyfully Reviewed
"...another superb story from an author that delivers such amazing work and whose books I will always buy."
4 Stars—Sheryl, eCataRomance
"Ms. Walters is a gifted author who always grabs my attention immediately and keeps me enthralled until the very last page."
4 Cups—Susan White, Coffee Time Romance
"In classic Walters style, this story starts off with a bang and barely lets up."
4 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
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Excerpt from Heat Wave
©2005 N.J. Walters
The lights flickered once, and then she was jolted as the elevator jerked to a sudden stop. Only Tucker’s quick reflexes kept her from ending up in an undignified heap on the floor. One of his thick forearms was banded around her waist, keeping her upright. The elevator went pitch black and her fingers dug into his arm.
“Everything is okay, his deep voice steadied her. “I’ve got you.”
Striving for some control, she released her death grip on his arm and forced herself to take a step away. She thought she heard him sigh, but couldn’t be sure. “I wonder what happened?” Even though she knew it was useless, she stabbed at the buttons on the control panel.
“Rolling blackouts. The entire city has been having them all day.” The tiny security light finally flicked to life.
“Great,” she muttered. That’s all she needed to cap off what had been a long, hot, frustrating day.
“Could be worse.” Tucker’s calm voice irritated her further.
“How?” she snapped back.
“The longest one today was only about a half hour. It shouldn’t take them too long to get the power back on. We’ll be fine.”
Great, she’d practically snapped the man’s head off and he was doing his best to reassure her. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, before turning to face him. “Once again, I owe you an apology.” Taking a step towards him, she held out her hand to try and find the wall.
Her hand was caught in his solid grasp as he drew her steadily towards him. “Apology accepted.” Slowly, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle slowly, one at a time, until he’d done the honors to all five of her fingers.
The tingles started in her fingers, ran up her arm, and eventually encompassed her entire body. His tongue licked the slight indents between her fingers, and she sucked in her breath as he slowly took one of her fingers into his mouth.
Her nipples tightened immediately and she could feel the dampness coating her panties. As much as she tried to fight it, her reaction to Tucker was like a spark to gasoline: explosive.
For a moment, she let herself enjoy the sensual heat flowing through her veins. It had been way too long since their one time together. And before that…well, she’d been in a sexual drought for quite a long time.
She’d always taken life seriously, first as a student, and then as a career woman, seldom taking the time to have a lover. The two times she had, she’d been left feeling disappointed and sorry she’d even bothered.
Both men had expressed their disappointment in her. One of them had even gone so far as to call her cold. After she’d gotten over her initial anger, she had been forced to acknowledge that maybe he was right.
Tucker had been the first man in over a year to even remotely interest her. But she’d been burned twice before and had long since decided that she simply wasn’t the passionate type. Instead, she’d thrown herself into running the gallery and art supply store. Emma knew that it was her way of protecting herself against further disillusionment, but she’d made a life for herself that she was content with.
Regretfully, she tugged her hand away from his, breaking the tentative sensual bond between them. Instead of backing off, he slowly stalked towards her. She edged herself backward until her back touched the wall of the elevator. There was no where else to go. She swallowed as he came to a stop in front of her. Shuffling uneasily, she leaned against the wall for support.
Reaching out, he slipped his hands inside her open jacket. “Let’s get you undressed.”
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Lily Blossoms
Book 3: Summersville Secrets
by N.J. Walters
“What do you say?” Carson Granger, the man she’d lusted over and fantasized about for the past five years, was standing in her kitchen offering himself up for research.
Lily Summers wasn’t convinced that she hadn’t fallen asleep at her keyboard and was now having the most amazing dream. No one in the town of Summersville knew that she wrote erotic romance under the pseudonym of Ms. Lillian. They all knew her as the quiet and conservative woman who owned and ran the local flower shop, “Lily’s Blossoms”. She’s rarely dated and certainly not a man eight years younger.
But Carson is resolute. He’s wanted Lily for years and when he stumbles onto her secret, he seizes the opportunity to get closer to her. Lily has a list of erotic fantasies she wants to research that includes: sex in public, roses, whipped cream, and a strip tease. Carson has a few ideas of his own and he’s determined to be the man she experiences each and every item with. What she doesn’t know is that he has an agenda of his own—one that ends with him and Lily together forever.
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Excerpt from Lily Blossoms
©2008 N.J. Walters
What could she say? Lily didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t manage a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. She wasn’t totally convinced that she hadn’t fallen asleep at her keyboard and was now having the most amazing dream. Carson Granger, the man she’d lusted over and fantasized about for the past five years was standing in her kitchen offering himself up for research.
This had to be a dream. Either that or she was losing her mind.
“Lily?”
She shook her head, trying to clear it, and licked her lips, which were suddenly dry. His pale blue eyes followed the track of her tongue, the color deepening. For the first time since he arrived, she forgot about her self-consciousness and really looked at Carson.
He was wearing his usual uniform of boots, jeans and T-shirt, yet it didn’t detract from his commanding presence. If anything, it enhanced it. His shoulders were broad, stretching the seams of his snowy white shirt. The fabric clung to his chest like a second skin, leaving very little to her imagination.
She knew he had an impressive set of abs and that he had a small amount of chest hair that was slightly darker than the hair on his head. She’d seen him with his shirt off more than once when she’d gone to pick up Ethan from work before he’d bought a car of his own. The first time she’d seen Carson naked from the waist up, the sight had fired her sexual fantasies for months.
And how pathetic was that? She was a cliché—older, divorced woman lusts after young stud. “I’m sorry, Carson. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” It was harder than she’d anticipated to push the words past her lips. A part of her really wanted to take him up on his outrageous plan.
“I think it’s an excellent idea.” He leaned closer. His presence seemed to suck all the available air from around her. She swallowed as his mouth touched hers. It was barely a touch, more of a grazing.
Lily felt it all the way to her toes. Her entire body began to hum as he leaned back and stared down at her. She wished she knew what was going on behind those pale blue eyes. Tension vibrated from him, and she sensed his determination.
She opened her mouth to reiterate her position but never got the opportunity to speak. Carson swooped down and captured her lips again. His lips were firm and warm against hers. He didn’t force anything, just moved his mouth over hers. In spite of her resolve, she found herself leaning into his kiss.
She wanted to know what he tasted like.
Her tongue snaked out and traced the contours of his mouth. He groaned and parted his lips. She took advantage of the invitation and slid her tongue inside. He tasted like coffee and mint and hot male. It was scary and intoxicating at the same time. She didn’t think she’d have had the nerve to continue, except Carson seemed to be as involved in the kiss as she was.
His breathing was harsh, his chest brushing hers with each breath he took as they were standing so close together. Yet she didn’t feel threatened by him. His hands were resting lightly on her shoulders, but he wasn’t holding her. She could step away at any time. She sensed that this was his way of letting her know that she was in charge. Anything they did was up to her.
There was power in that. And it made her head spin.
Slowly, she slid her hands over his chest, lightly kneading. She could feel the muscles jumping beneath her palms. He was all tense muscles and tendons as she stroked her fingers over his chest before linking them behind his neck. The action brought her chest tight to his. She swallowed back a moan as her taut, beaded nipples pressed against the solid planes of his chest.
Carson broke their kiss, burying his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin. “Does this mean yes?” He raised his head and she found herself pinned by his laser blue gaze. She could see the heat behind it. The passion.
Her body responded immediately. An ache began to throb low in her belly. She felt empty and needy. Arching her hips slightly, she brought her pelvis into alignment with his. The hard bulge behind his jeans both fascinated and terrified her. It had been such a long time for her.
Not that she was considering sleeping with Carson—not exactly.
Then what exactly was she doing?
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