Reading Romances Drinking and Winning Blog Hop

Welcome to the Drinking and Winning Blog Hop. Woo hoo!!!  Let the festivities begin. So sit back, relax, and enjoy a scrumptious Pomegranate Martini. I'm also giving away a copy of my new release, Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin, a naughty fairy tale published by Evernight Publishing.



Annalynne's Kick-Ass Pomegranate Martini Recipe:

Servings: Serves 2

Ingredients

•                        1 1/2 cups pomegranate juice

•                       2 ounces Absolute Citron vodka or white tequila

•                       1 ounce Cointreau liquor

•                        Cup of ice

  

•                        Splash of sparkling water (optional)

                                  

•                        Squeeze of lemon (optional)

Directions

  

Shake ingredients in a shaker and put in chilled martini glasses. Put pomegranate fruit into glass as garnish.

 

Now, kick up your heels and enjoy an excerpt from Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin.

Excerpt:

“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the

governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he

advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber

wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a

ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander

clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his

strong, athletic build, his erection flush against her thigh. Katarina’s

fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from

falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I

make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is

expected.”

It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on

the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward

toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She

picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face

him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything

to distract him from his mission to seduce her.

He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention

back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his

breath. "Very nice. But that's not the only reason I brought you to

my estate,” he said as he cornered her body between the wall and the

bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught

of his desire. “I need to taste you.”

Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin,

leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender

column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno

along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid

arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She

suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to

speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have

any respect for my honor, stop this madness!”

Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness

unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment,

before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy,

swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her

corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It

was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his

eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat

exploded between her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled

down the inside of her leg.

“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just

having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for

tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her

lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart,

lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d

left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement

precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.

Then he stepped away and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina

watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open,

saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out

invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the

delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning

sunlight.

Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her

heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the

sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina

writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to

relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor

Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and

groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”

Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool

pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to

calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her

shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided

across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and

undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the

gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door.

“Now get back to your work at the spinning wheel. I have business to attend to in Berlin. But I shall return in a matter of days to check on

your progress. And if you’re a good little slave, I’ll reward you with a

night of pleasure the likes of which your virtuous flesh could never

imagine. Even in your wildest dreams.”

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rendezvous-with-rumpelstiltskin-by-annalynne-russo/

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Rendezvous-Rumpelstiltskin-Naughty-Fairy-ebook/dp/B007IOGZMI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332685631&sr=8-1

Annalynne's Website:  http://www.vampirescribe.com/ 

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