The Undeniable Sexiness of Bearded Heroes
Some of you may be thinking, “Bring on the scruff!” And to you, I say:
“Indeed, from Civil War generals like Lew Wallace to the presidencies of Theodore Roosevelt and William Howard Taft (the last Mustached American President), people of Mustached American descent were chainsaw-wielding men of power, good looks, martial arts abilities, and long-lasting virility.”
Ya see there! But really, what all this mustache madness boils down to is that this month, beard and mustache lovers are raising awareness for cancers that particularly attack men. Dudes all over our great nation (and indeed across the world) vow not to shave for a whole month. They get sponsors and have supportive significant others to help them through one rigorous month of uninhibited hair growth. These gents are affectionately referred to as Mo Bros, and if you see one, know that they are sporting upper lip accoutrements for a good cause! (If you are interested in learning more about Movember or about how you can help out, click here)
WARNING: Gratuitous Beardage Ahead
GOOGLE KNOWS WHAT I WANT, AND GOOGLE GIVES IT TO ME.
Now this brings us to a nice segue between Movember and my next release in the Savage Valley Collection entitled Rugged Salvation. Because guess what...
My heroes are bearded!
In case there are still a few stragglers out there who don’t believe me when I say bearded men are walking sex gods, here’s just a little snippet of what’s to come with Marina Andrews and her three bearded heroes James, Jeremiah, and Johnny Greenwood, who live in the forest and occasionally also turn into bears.
Rugged Salvation: Sizzling, Bearded Excerpt
“Marina! Hello!” Johnny called, waving his hand at her. She blinked a couple times, and he shot her a wicked grin. “Try to rip your eyes away for one second, sweetheart. I know it’s hard.”
“Apparently.” She shot a pointed look at his quickly growing bulge. She stuck her tongue out at him but couldn’t say anything else, afraid her voice would tremble with her sudden, burning need.
“Well?” he asked, “have either of you seen the socks?”
“So, um, Johnny, when were you planning on shaving all that fur off your face?” She hopped off the bed and sauntered toward him, hoping to distract him.
“What? You mean you didn’t like it when Jeremiah feasted on your pussy last night?”
Her steps faltered. Marina wasn’t easily shocked when it came to bedroom talk, but damn, these boys kept springing it on her at the most unexpected moments. And to be honest, she had liked it when Jeremiah feasted on her pussy. His beard had tickled at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as his mouth worked on her pussy lips, but she wasn’t going to admit that now. She couldn’t possibly.
“Come on, Marina. I was there. I saw you squirming. Admit it. You liked it, and more than a little if your moans were any way to judge.”
“Johnny, stop that.” She swatted at him.
“Why? Am I getting you all flustered?” He smiled wide, his teeth showing through his reddish-brown beard, and then yanked her toward him, his mouth covering hers in a teasing, dizzying kiss. His lips moved to her chin and then moved down her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it apart and then darted his lips to one of her breasts. She squealed as his teeth gripped a nipple but also clutched him, holding him steady while letting her head fall back in enjoyment. He nibbled with purpose, sending wild thrills through her whole body with just his teeth. She could feel the hair on his chin scratching her sensitive flesh, and her toes curled.
“Admit it, Marina,” he said, breaking away. “You like the beards.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, pouting and trying to shove his head back down.
“Not until you admit how much you like my beard.”
“You’re so vain, Johnny Greenwood. You’re just fishing for a compliment.”
“Come on. Admit it.”
He put his thumbs to her nipples and exerted a torturous, tantalizing pressure. “Admit it.”
She whimpered, but she saw in his eyes that he wasn’t going to budge. “Fine. I love your beards. They’re sexy as hell, okay?”
(Note: This excerpt is from an unedited manuscript and may be subject to change, and in fact, probably will.)
One last round of gratuitous beardage as a parting shot. Be sure to check out Movember!