Nominated for Best Erotic Romance

Excerpt for The Nature of Nature

A few minutes into the September dawn, Brett Jacobsen squatted in bushes under the cover of oaks and dogwood. Steiner binoculars hung from a leather cord around his neck. The sun's rising made the dew sparkle like a million diamonds and spider webs look as though they'd been spun from strands of pure silver. He loved mornings, and especially when he could spend them like this, outdoors.

Subtle movement across the meadow caught his attention and he used the powerful lenses to focus on a red fox worrying an area under low-growing brush. A rabbit warren, most likely. "Too late, fella," he murmured. "Better find your breakfast somewhere else."

Turning the glasses into the trees above the fox, he grinned as he spied a wood thrush, an unusual sight in this part of Virginia. With a jerk of its head and flick of its tail, the thrush took abrupt flight. Brett scanned the immediate area to find what had startled the bird but saw nothing. Instead, he heard a barely discernible hum from off to his left.

He lowered the binoculars and cocked his head to listen. What the hell?

A squirrel digging for food at his feet scurried a couple of feet up the closest tree. Now, tail waving back and forth, the animal waited, head up and alert, as though he, too, was trying to distinguish the source of the noise. Determining that there was no imminent threat, it might have returned to the forest floor, but by then Brett had forgotten about squirrels and birds. His attention was turned to finding the source of the annoying sound.

With stealth that belied his six-foot-two frame, he crept to the edge of the woods and concentrated in the direction of the interference. To the east and through a gap in the trees, he saw the wooden deck of a house. Of course. He'd forgotten the owners of the adjoining land lived so near the property line.

Raising the binoculars, his only interest was in seeing what had caused the break in the morning calm. He adjusted the focus. Yes, there was a half-covered deck. A barbeque grill, an umbrella-covered table and chairs, a chaise, a-

Sucking in his breath, he dropped the Steiners. Then he raised them again to take in the sight of a shapely woman, pleasuring herself with the biggest damn vibrator he'd ever seen.

Holy shit! He couldn't believe this.

What a surprising find—even more so than the wood thrush, he thought with amusement. The morning had begun in an ordinary manner, racing the sun for an early tramp through the woods before starting the workday. He'd been prepared for the fox and even the thrush. No shock to see a doe and her twin fawns following their morning feeding trail. What he hadn't expected was what he now viewed. Real wildlife. In 30X resolution. The female Homo erectus hornyalitus, in her home habitat.

Speaking of which, the animal in his jeans now felt pretty "erectus" itself and ached to be free. Resisting the urge to take himself in hand, he focused instead on the mystery woman.

Shadow concealed her head and neck, protecting her identity, but the damp, tight curls covering her mound were very visible and declared her to be one of those rare species, a natural blonde. His breath quickened as he watched her push and pull the huge phallus. Her other hand, no less ardent in its work, stroked the nipple of one breast, causing it to darken. The little berry cried out to be suckled, and how he wished he could oblige.

Leaving her nipple for the moment, she dropped her hand to caress the soft spot at the top of her nether lips. Meanwhile, she continued the action of the vibrating faux-man, rocking her hips in slow, tantalizing thrusts that matched its progress.

What a waste, using that thing! From what he could see of her body, she would have no trouble finding a real man to please her. Brett wondered how long it had been since she'd had a living, breathing man between her luscious thighs. Sadly, she looked pretty adept at creating her own path to heaven, so perhaps she'd been without for far too long.

As he had the thought, her back arched. Through the powerful lenses, Brett watched her middle finger stroke the nubbin that would help bring her to climax. She separated the folds of her labia in a caress and a ray of sunlight struck the vibrator on its outward course. Moisture glistened on the surface. Brett licked his lips, imagining her taste on his tongue, her flavor filling his mouth. He ached now, and barely restrained himself from reaching for the buckle of his belt.

Her golden curls darkened with wetness as the long phallus probed her tight sheath. In his mind, those same curls dampened the hair ringing his cock as he sank into her, over and over.

She seemed in no hurry. But then, it was early. If they were in bed together, he and this mysterious, sexy woman, he would be taking his time, too, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and with his fingers. Finally, he'd use them between her thighs to bring her off. He knew ways to exploit his tongue that he was sure God hadn't intended, although he might be wrong—women always invoked the name of the Almighty when he licked and sucked them to the Big O. Only after he'd brought this woman to a mind-bending release would he tantalize her with his cock.

Shit! This sex fantasy was about to drive him crazy. Through his jeans, he stroked the length of his swollen shaft. The hungry, energetic guy between his legs was yearning to take the long-legged blonde to paradise and bring her back again, and he wished more than anything he could oblige.

A groan broke from him. Suddenly he wanted to see her face, watch as her lips parted in passion and her eyes adopted the unfocused glazed look of … horror if she knew she was being watched.

He let the glasses dangle. What in hell was he doing? He was no voyeur. Besides priding himself on being a gentleman, he had a very nice sex life of his own. Well, it was very nice when it was active, which it hadn't been for awhile. Still, his sexual need certainly didn't require spying to satisfy. Watching the woman was cheap and disgusting and deceitful, and … too much of a good opportunity to pass up. Okay, so I'm a bastard. I can live with that.

Without volition, he stepped to where forest met meadow for a better angle. He lifted the binoculars and readjusted the focus.

Her hands stilled. She removed the phallus and scooted back before jumping up to use the chaise as cover. In the depths of the deck she became a shadowy form. But a form that nonetheless bent far enough forward to flip him the bird. Then she was gone.

Busted! And he was unlikely to see her again. Even if he did, he wouldn't recognize her since he hadn't seen her face. He knew where she lived, but what could he do? Ring her doorbell and say, "Excuse me, my name's Brett and I was the man watching you boink yourself the other day. Would you like to go out?"

He glanced at his watch and sighed. Time to get to work.

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Reviews for The Nature of Nature

"Love your books, I just finished The Nature Of Nature. OMG what a riot, I LOVE Bret and Linda. The deck scene (peeping Tom) is fantastic, I couldn't stop laughing." - M.I.N.D.Y. a Reader

"...a delight. … a wildly romantic story, where the pages sizzle from the heat. ... The stories by Dee S. Knight always put a smile on my face, as her storylines are compelling with memorable characters, amusing moments and passionate emotions. Brett and Linda will steal your heart with their genuinely portrayed actions and emotional thoughts, and their love scenes are fiery from their building sexual tension. The storyline moves along steadily, where their dramatic scenes are combined with sophisticated humor." - 4.5 Stars, Amelia Richards, eCataRomance Reviews

"The Nature of Nature takes off with a bang on page one and never loses steam. … the result is a pleasing mix of sexual tension, passionate love scenes and some humorous moments as well." - 4 Cups, Johnna Flores, Coffee Time Romance

"…a wonderfully romantic story … The sensual tension between these two leaps off the pages! … a very well written short story that is sure to please!" - 4 Stars, Patrice Storie, JERR

"…a story filled with humor, passion and romance … . Everything the reader looks for in a story." - 4 Hearts, Diane Tugman, TRS

"...an awesome read ... a tightly woven contemporary romance that just shouldn't be missed." - Recommended Read, Tracey West, Road to Romance

"The author has a wicked sense of humor that will have you laughing throughout this tale. You will not want to miss The Nature of Nature." - 4 Angels, Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

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