Y'all ready for some more--Whose Bride Is She Anyway??

I'm not asking the question, cuz I am NOT, I repeat-- NOT the bride. LOLLOL That's the name of my new release :)

Here's the scoop:

I'm having a contest to celebrate my newest release, Whose Bride Is She Anyway? and if you read the excerpt, send me an e-mail at Dakota@dakotacassidy.com with the subject title--Excerpt and the correct answer to the question below, you're going to be entered to win a drawing for my tropical beach basket giveaway (think slippery things you can apply on a secluded beach...) filled with some fun stuff for you and someone special AND a copy of Whose Bride is She Anyway?!

Know what else ya gotta do? You gotta say hello to me--right here in the comments section of the blog. LOL

That's IT!

So, that's 1--send me an e-mail at Dakota@dakotacassidy.com with the answer to the question below and the subject titled Excerpt.

2--Wave at me from cyber space here on the blog and gimme a shout.

3--you're DONE!

All entires will be placed in a random drawing with the winner announced tonight at 9:00p.m, eastern standard time.I'd be honored if you'd join me for the morning after today and enter my contest to win a fun, tropical beach basket.

Here's the question--Where does August leave his mark?

Many thanks for all of your wonderful support!

Hugs,
Dakota :)

P/S Don't forget to check out Philipa's excerpt too--she's got some hot stuff goin' down!

An excerpt from Whose Bride Is She Anyway?

August overruled his conscience and stuck with his cock, which by now, was screaming Tara's name like no others before her. He hauled her to her feet, fastened his hands to the underside of her ass and lifted her. Tara's legs automatically straddled his waist. The heat between her legs seared his cock through the material of his shorts.

August stumbled toward the small patch of sand he'd seen earlier and they sank to the ground. Wrapped tightly together, under the shelter of a palm tree, their lips continued a fevered exploration. Now he couldn't control himself as his hand cupped the underside of her breast, thumbing her nipple.

Tara responded by wrapping her fingers around his wrist and curving into his body. His fingers skimmed the skin exposed at the top of her bikini and she moaned in response. He kissed his way down the smooth column of her neck, nibbling at the hollow. Tugging at her bikini top, he unclasped the metal hook between her breasts.

The moonlight wove its way between the palm fronds, shedding enough of a glow to give him his first look at her full, round breasts. Her nipples were small, dark, and erect, stiffened from the warm breeze. "Christ, you?re beautiful," he ground out.

Tara hid her head in his shoulder, but her hands found the outline of his shaft. The heel of her hand rubbed him lightly as she located his zipper and slid it down. Freeing him, Tara wrapped two soft hands around his cock and caressed him lightly. Hand over hand she grasped him, touching every last sensitive nerve in his body. Heat, hard and like white lightning shot to his groin.

All sanity left behind, August arched into her as his lips found a nipple, skimming it with the warmth of his breath and the wisp of a lick. As the tip of his tongue tasted her lightly for the first time, his senses exploded. Blood rushed to his ears, pounding out a rhythm of lust.

Tara cupped his balls, gently massaging them. His cock thrust forward into her soft hand, letting the warm tunnel envelope him. He nipped the swell of her breast and quickly wrapped his lips around the pebbly surface of her nipple. She straddled his thigh, rocking against him.

Finding the top of her bikini bottoms, he let his fingers linger there, tracing a small pattern on her smooth abdomen. Dying to touch the heat of her, yet loving the anticipation of discovery, he suckled her nipple. Licking and kissing as he fought to keep his hand from tearing her bottoms off and driving his fingers between the wet lips of her pussy.

She gasped sharply when he tugged at her breast, her legs squeezed his thigh tightly. Wedging his hand between them, he ran a tentative finger inside her bikini bottom, tracing the crease where her thigh joined her pelvis. Smooth, she was smooth, soft and wet. With forefinger and thumb, August spread her folds and grazed her clit.

Tara shuddered under him, groaning as she held fast to his cock, milking it with her hands, fondling his balls until he wanted to explode from the building pressure.

Pulling his lips from her breast, he continued to drag his fingers through her warmth. Her head fell back on her shoulders, and her chest rose and fell with rapid intakes of air. August wanted her to come, from the touch of his fingers, the rasp of his tongue. He found her ear, sucking the lobe and whispered, "I want you to come, Tara."

Tara's response was to hike her body upward, sliding her bikini bottoms over and pressing her pussy to his erection. The smooth lips of her wet warmth enveloped his hard cock, gliding along the hard surface, leaving a trail of moist desire.

His hand was caught up in the friction of her wet cunt against his cock. Aching fingers grazed her swollen clit, over and over, eliciting small moans of delight from her throat. His mouth, open and hot, surrounded a nipple again, rolling his tongue over it. They rocked together, locked in an embrace of heat. August felt his own orgasm build, steam-rolling over his body, clutching his balls and pulling them tightly.

Tara's body jerked and rolled, undulating against him. He reveled in the small sigh she let go as she came. The first spasm of release hit him like a freight train and he pulled back to keep from exposing her to his climax.

His cock jerked, yet Tara didn't take her hands away, she milked his response, as her hips fell from his and he spent himself in the sand.

Tara looked up at him and focused on his gaze for the first time. She had that "what the fuck have we just done" look and she was looking like he was the only one who'd done it.

Uh oh.

Well, this is a fine mess you're in, literally and figuratively. Look what you've done. You've left your mark in the sand. Nice ... he chided himself silently.