Frisky Friday….Tinsel My Heart by Christi Barth


Oh, yum-o!  I am SO excited to share this bit of sexiness with you all this chilly Friday!  

So excited, in fact, that I will be giving away an eCopy of Tinsel My Heart.  Just leave a blog post comment telling me what your favorite way to keep warm in the winter is to be entered to win.  (I will pick a winner on Monday morning.)

I absolutely ADORED this book and author Christi Barth is the absolute best for sharing this smoking hot excerpt!  Thank you, Christi!

Now, without further adieu…..


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Frisky Friday Excerpt:

Jack got out of the car. Becca assumed he was going for a blanket in the trunk. Instead, her door opened. Strong arms reached in, nipped her by the waist and flipped her over as he slid into her seat. Pressed chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around her…then firmly planted his hands on her butt. “Everything warm now?”

“To say the least.” The boiling hot springs at Yellowstone had nothing on the bubbling warmth surging through her veins.

“Good. We’ll head for home as soon as you’re thawed.”

“What’s your rush?” She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. Relished the small shiver that ran through him.

“No rush. Didn’t think you’d want to hang out on a frozen golf course in an idling car.”

“Why not? We’re not idle.” To prove her point, she undulated her hips while sliding her hands beneath his sweater.

“Are you serious?” Jack jabbed at the window with his elbow. “There’s almost two feet of fresh snow out there. Como Park’s a known sledding and tubing spot. Anyone could come by and see us.”

A husky laugh bubbled out of her throat. She shoved his coat down and off his arms. “Not if we fog up the windows.” Then she removed her own and tossed them both into the back seat.

“Becca, don’t tease me.”

“You’re the tease, Jack. Four nights of long make out sessions on my couch. In your hotel room. Never any action past second base. I’ll fess up—I’ve already lusted after you for almost fourteen years. How much longer are you going to make me wait?”

His body stilled to granite beneath her. No blinking, no breathing. Just his superheated stare burning into her. Finally he dragged in a deep breath. “What did you say?”

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. What are you going to do about it?”

No answer. Not in words, anyway. Jack grabbed the neckline of her sweater. Yanked down and out. Hard. Buttons pinged off the side windows. He scooped her breasts out of her bra. The sight of his big thumbs rubbing circles over her pale pink nipples was incredibly erotic. It made Becca think about the floor-to-ceiling mirrored closet doors in his hotel suite. Made her wonder if she could convince him to have sex standing up against the wall, facing those mirrors. After watching him literally chop down trees, Becca had no doubt he had the strength for it.

Then Jack sucked a nipple into his mouth. Swirled his tongue around it, with the softness of his goatee brushing a wider circle of sensation. And Becca lost all capacity for thought. Grabbing his thick, dark hair, she clutched him tight. Moaned when, with plucking fingers, he duplicated the action on her other breast. Darts of electric lust so bright she could practically see them zinged straight to the aching emptiness between her legs.

He tore his mouth away. Tilted her away from him to unbutton her pants. The position rubbed her against his hardness. Not in a way that soothed, but drove her even higher. Made her clench her thighs against his and rock back and forth on that thick, wide bulge.

He paused, hands on the zipper of his own jeans. “If I promise to make up for it later, would you be on board with getting straight to it, Becca? Not because we’re in a car. And it’s the dead of winter. But because I want to fuck you so badly I’m almost shaking.”

Becca loved, loved, knowing the effect she had on him. Loved knowing she wasn’t the only one about to implode with need. Loved that he wanted her enough not to wait. “If I promise to make it up to you later, can I ride you right now?”

Jack shoved her pants to her ankles with his cockiest grin. “Be my guest.”

She pushed his hand out of the way. Ripped the zipper down and paused, caught off guard when her hand touched only hot, pulsing skin.

Jack laughed at her obvious surprise. “Yeah. I go commando. More freedom.”

He really was the ultimate bad boy. And he was all hers. At least for tonight. “More ease of access.”

“That too.”

Her hand circled his hard length. Feathering her fingers up the sides, Becca rubbed her thumb across the single drop of liquid pearled at the tip. “You know I’m going to think about your lack of boxers or briefs every time I look at you now.”

“Good.” Jack’s hands spanned her waist, lifting her up above him. Then a look of sheer panic washed across his face. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“I do.” Becca reached around in an awkward twist—thank goodness for Pilates class!—and dug into her back pocket. Ripped open the foil packet with her teeth. “I’ve carried one on me every day since the first time you kissed me.”

Dark eyebrows arrowed upward. “Really? Well, I’ve got three boxes back at the hotel I bought right after I kissed you.”

She rolled it slowly down his shaft. “Guess we’re on the same page.”

“No more talking,” he ordered. And seated himself deep inside her with a single thrust.


About the author:

Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage.

A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning.  Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes contemporary romance.

Christi is President of the Maryland Romance Writers and lives in Maryland with her husband.

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  1. Shirley Bastian says:

    Sounds like a great little holiday read. Favorite way to keep warm ~ cuddled up with the hubby and the dog while he watches his favorite sports program and I ready something spicey.

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