Wednesday, August 14, 2013


August 1 – September 20

Now, all she wanted more than anything was to wipe that cool, who-the-hell-did-he-think-he-was look off his face. Make him eat it. Swallow it whole. Bike or no bike. Her gaze flipped back from him to the big hunk of metal between his legs and then back up to him again.

He grinned.

Sam narrowed her eyes. “You know, you may be right. Planning is overrated.” With that, and all the breath and all the courage she could muster, Sam stilled her spine, planted her legs wide, licked her lips, and leaned in.

Mark’s lips were warm despite the coolness of the night air and when she leaned in toward his body it was just as rock hard as she’d felt on the dance floor moments ago and more than she’d imagined it so many times in her fantasies. Her hand went up instinctively to his chest and her eyes closed as she breathed him in, running her tongue across his full lips. He opened his mouth slightly, wrapped a strong arm around her waist, and pulled her in tighter, turning the kiss around, taking the bit of power she thought she had, and in a smooth motion stroked his tongue over hers. Making her melt. It was like he was suddenly inside every part of her body all at once as her nipples tightened and a jolt of passion zinged her right in her core. It was enough to make her clinch down and let out a moan. She felt him smile against her mouth.

Oh damn. So much for getting rid of that smug look.

©2013 SEDUCTION’S CANVAS by K.M. Jackson

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:   A native New Yorker, K.M. Jackson had two dreams for what she wanted to be when she “grew up”: 1. a fashion designer and 2. a writer.  After graduating from high school, she pursued her first dream and studied fashion design at New York’s FIT. She then spent ten years designing for various New York houses. But after years of juggling the oh-so-glam world of mid-market fashion along with being a mother of twins, K.M. took the leap of faith and decided to pursue her other long-held dream of being a writer. She currently lives in a suburb of New York with her husband, teen twins, and her precocious terrier named Jack who keeps her on her toes. You can find her most days on her blog at, on Facebook and on Twitter


  1. How am I going to be able to concentrate on work after that foxy interlude, Kwana? How?
    Some Dark Romantic

  2. Fun and sexy. I think that "leap of faith" is working out for you!