Muffy Wilson: Cheerleaders in Heat by @SexyMuffyWilson and @LaurenceChrissy ~ Meet the Players: Enter the Rafflecopter!

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Cheerleaders in Heat by @SexyMuffyWilson and @LaurenceChrissy ~ Meet the Players: Enter the Rafflecopter!

WARNING:

ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!

NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.

Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.

Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.

Or does it?

A Near Physical Experience!
Wow! I knew I was in for an exciting read when I saw the dedication –
“This book is dedicated to the free spirit that resides in all of us with a desire to live our lives as we want…”

Cherie and the other Miami Rattlers cheerleaders are beautiful, but lonely. Cherie decides to take matters into her own hands and look for love on the internet. Her search takes her—and us—on a wild ride of drugs, sex, and ultimately love. The characters are unforgettable, the plot is lively, and the sex is scorching hot. Reading this book is a near-physical experience. Well done!

~ OCMD

Meet the Players

Cherie Redd:

Cherie was every bit the beauty her picture presented. At 5’11” in jeweled heels her legs were long, slender, athletic and oh so shapely, her curves were the first thing Juan noticed about her after he saw her red curls falling caressingly over her alabaster shoulders. Those lovely exposed shoulders, presenting a long elegant slender neck, glistened faintly with a glitter-like iridescence where he imaged the mild heat of the day lay in slight perspiration, the very same place he imagined his lips. He saw the wild pulse in her neck as it beat out a come-hither invitation. She leaned into his proffered kiss and he looked into the curved rise of her milky breasts held in tight restraint by the bodice of her green cotton pique dress. His cock reacted quite naturally, although it was unnoticeable to either Cherie or others. Cherie sat with the grace only beautiful women possess, leaving a small ethereal cloud of her fragrance in her wake. She crossed her legs and Juan noted the muscled thigh, tight knee which blossomed into an artful calf and ended in an angular ankle held lovingly in a jeweled heeled sandal. Her toes were painted scarlet as were her fingers and full tempting lips. She was a goddess.

Juan Allegro:

He was a Latino, hotter than his photo and very tall at 6’3”. She caught her breath as her heart pounded and her heat began to rise. His hair was almost a blue black with a hint of wave to the style. He wore it slightly long, just to the collar with trimmed sideburns that framed his chiseled good looks. His eyes, accentuated by long black lashes, were a warm chocolate, almost a bittersweet brown with piercing black pupils infused with a strike of red and gold. His cheeks, high and royal, were divided by a long, Roman nose that fit his good looks perfectly. His lips were full and soft; a half smile lay in residence upon the clean-shaven angle of his chin and jaw. He leaned in to kiss to her cheek. When she spied the small dimpled cleft in his chin, she could only wonder how perfectly her clit might fit in it and a shudder ran electrically through her. He stood fluidly in the dim velvet darkness and his body took on a silken glistening shape as if pulling a skin-tight drape of sweet shadows against this anvil shaped form. The black silk shirt, open to mid-chest adorned with a heavy single gold chain, was form-fit against his lean, muscular body and emboldened the dark sienna color of his of his skin. His tight black pants announced his pleasure at meeting Cherie as the bulge between his thighs screamed for release. Cherie felt an intense, wet response to him in the dark folds of own eagerness.

Cherie’s best friend, Daniela Divine:

The exquisite Daniela, wearing skort that barely covered her shapely ass and a tight, strapless stretch-top that outlined the swell of her tiny pert breasts—her nipples already showing excitement—was Cherie’s best friend and co-cheerleader. She was carrying a bouquet of daisies, and her expensively highlighted brunette hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Cherie thought her friend had never looked so deliciously titillating, her own nipples immediately ripening. Daniela was tiny, strong, blue-eyed, fair-complected with a slight scattering of freckles, compact and in great shape as a personal trainer/cheerleader…and she loved pussy. Cock too, but pussy was her forte. And Cherie was in her sites.

Sandy Slocum and “Ready” Randi Readlofer, Cherie’s Internet “friends”:

They were Amazons! Each was over six-feet tall, with giant boobs and curves all where they were supposed to be and then some.

Sandy was a blonde, skin the soft shade of shimmering opalescent pearls, with curly waving hair cascading down her back and seductively framing her face in luscious tiers. She had the sea in her eyes, as steely blue as the Pacific Ocean with just as much mystery. Her cheekbones, high, elegant with a natural pale blush of pink, complimented quite naturally her lips with a brooding pout glimmering with gloss and looking already suggestively wet. She had a little girl voice which rose as she spoke and her brows, neatly arched to her temples rose as well, almost to accentuate the pulse visible in her temple and her little girl excitement. But, she was far from a little girl…

Randy, the incredibly sexy giant black magnificence, had a long, soft and loose Afro. Her almond-shaped eyes were the creamy soft color of honey with flecks of gold and chocolate and her large amethyst lips, with a hint of lilac, looked as soft as feather pillows that parted showing ice white teeth as she spoke. Her face was round, invitingly warm and pleasant, with a broad ethnic nose that had a surprising angular bridge which gave her a royal appearance. She had a small double chin that softened her jaw line and lead to an abundance of blossoming bosom bulging out of her corset type bodice. Cherie was instantly charmed by her exotic looks and her alluring Southern drawl. Randi, not quite fully naked yet not quite fully clothed either, had on her pink 18 inch Mikimoto pearls which glowed against her black satin skin, platform sandal jeweled stiletto’s and lovely low-riding black lace bikini panties which peeked invitingly from under her mini-skirt. But, Randi has a secret that will ultimately put them all in danger...

Sampson Stevens Quarterback of the Miami Rattles and Cherie’s Ultimate Love:

He is really just a kid from Oklahoma, made good, though he wishes they’d just treat him like the kid down the street. The handsome six-foot-four titan was glistening with sweat and sex appeal, hair tousled and feathered over his face in a Johnny Depp kind of way and drenched in healthy sex appeal: a mass of male muscle rippling beneath his flesh. He was a hick at heart, ma’am, and didn’t even kiss a girl until he was eighteen at his senior prom! The biggest hunk on the team, the Captain of the Rattlers, for God’s sake; standing naked-as-a-blue-jay, erect in his pride before Cherie and revealing that he had been interested in her all season. To say she was overwhelmed was an understatement of monumental proportion. She had admired him from afar, even had a near crush on him, never realizing that he had been vying for her attention trying to get to know her—right there under her nose the entire time.

Hot, Hot, Hot!!!

"Cheerleaders in Heat." Who wouldn't be attracted to that title and cover? Luckily I was gifted this sizzling read in exchange for an honest review. There are many exciting and arousing sex scenes to be had in this read; well written and explicit. Sex, drugs, and football!! Not one to give out spoilers, I highly recommend for lovers of hot sexy women and their sex-ploits.

~ Love To Read