Happy Tuesday! It’s time for Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. I am breaking away from Gideon and Emma. My excerpt this week is from my latest WIP Breaking the Violence, Book #3 of the Hard Drive Series. This is Mark’s book, the wise cracking ER doctor. He and his best friend, Dan, come upon a burning car on the way home from Rico and Avery’s wedding and find two people inside. Mark falls in love with the woman, Becca Mills, the best selling SciFi author. But Becca’s abusive ex-husband becomes a problem…
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Mark opened the rear door of his quad cab and reached inside for his old football equipment bag. A warm, proud smile spread across his face as he watched Logan hop out of the passenger door and take his Mama’s hand. His heart raced unexpectedly. I hope he likes what I have in this bag.
Becca turned towards him. “Where are we going, Mark?”
Mark pointed through the open doors of the truck to the sparkling blue lake. “Through the field past the machine shed. There’s a clearing right behind it with some flat rocks. I’ll grab the picnic basket.”
Becca nodded then led Logan to the path through the long grass. Mark watched them for a moment. He couldn’t believe this beautiful, incredible, talented woman was in his life. And he absolutely adored the little boy holding her hand. He didn’t want to give either of them up. Ever.
Mark frowned as he thought. Am I ready to be a father? The answer came to him instantly as Logan turned back to him. “Come on!” his little voice rang through the meadow. Mark chucked. Oh yeah. I am as long as Logan is my son. He grabbed the picnic basket, shut the truck doors and followed. He laughed as Logan chattered to Becca about the machine shed, contemplating the zombies that had to be hiding inside. Becca looked at Mark apologetically. “Sorry. His imagination runs away all the time.”
“Like his Mom’s?” Mark teased.
Becca’s cheeks flamed pink. The image turned Mark inside out. So beautiful. He was distracted by the hand tugging on his shirt.
“Mark, what’s the surprise?” Logan prodded.
Mark smiled at him as he set the bag and basket down then unzipped the bag. Carefully he pulled free a remote control boat. Logan gasped in awe.
“That is so cool!” Logan squealed.
“You can watch while Mark drives it,” Becca instructed.
Mark winked at her. “Nah. Logan’s getting behind the wheel of this vessel.”
“Mark, that’s expensive,” she objected.
“Becca, it’s just a toy. I can buy another. But to watch Logan play with it will be priceless.”
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Because of Jacqueline
Cynthia Pomranz lives in the Midwest with her husband. She has two beautiful daughters, and a shih tzu that thinks she is a retriever. Cynthia earned a BA from Knox College, graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa. After years of writing software training manuals, she followed her heart and wrote her first romance novel with the love and support of her family.
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Jackie Simms moves back to her hometown, St. Louis, to rebuild her life in the wake of divorce, including a foray into the world of online dating. She responds to an intriguing email from Marc Montgomery, who shares many of her interests, as well as a love for baseball. As their cyber relationship deepens, her skeptical side wonders if he’s too good to be true.
When Jackie’s work-related travel delays their first date, the couple spends the next two weeks in a tantalizing state of limbo filled with tender emails and intimate phone conversations that go on seamlessly for hours. Even though they have never met, their souls touch.
When they finally meet, will Marc be Jackie’s dream come true? Will she learn the truth about this enigmatic man? Will self-doubt lead Jackie to believe she is the barrier to her own happiness?
The martini tasted delicious. And potent. The drink went straight to my head at the first sip. Minutes later, Marc joined me in the living room.
“This sofa is comfortable and good looking.” Not as good looking as the owner. His polo shirt clung to his well-defined chest. Obviously, he worked out on a regular basis.
“After I had the house rehabbed, I worked with a friend of my mom’s. She decorated the whole place.”
“Impressive.” I murmured, thinking more of him than his furnishings. The gin continued to fog my brain. My plan to remain cool toward him became a distant memory.
After we finished our drinks he asked, “Hungry?”
“Yes, some food would be good.” I needed something to soak up the alcohol.
“Come,” he ordered softy.
I followed Marc to the kitchen—a chef’s dream filled with high-end stainless steel appliances. The beautiful custom ebony cabinets boasted brushed nickel hardware. Five bar stools lined the massive marble-topped island. A round table with leather chairs set for two occupied the bay window. The kitchen opened to a grand family room with a high tray ceiling.
My attention went to the opposite wall. “Marc, what is the size of your flat screen?” I’d never seen anything comparable.
“It’s eighty-four inches. You like lingerie. I like to watch movies and sports.”
“On a gianormous screen.” I giggled.
“Gianormous? That’s a word I haven’t heard.” He looked bewildered.
“I picked it up from my girls. It’s a combination of giant and enormous. Teenagers have a unique way of expressing themselves.” I chuckled to myself.
“Your martini seems to be agreeing with you, Jacqueline.” His smile widened.
I took the opportunity to look for the lower front crooked incisor he mentioned, but I couldn’t see anything except perfect teeth. The buzz in my head intensified. My eyelids started to droop.
“I’ll get the food. Can you get a couple of waters from the fridge?”
“Sure.” I tried to steady myself. I never should have had a drink on an empty stomach.
“We have egg rolls, wonton soup, and Mongolian Beef, light on the onions, as you requested.”
“Thank you. It looks tasty.” He looks tasty. Jeez, I feel like a horny teenager!
Thankfully, as we ate, I began to feel more coherent. Yoake sat curled up on her floor pillow nearby as Marc updated me on his acquisition plans with the internet company. He seemed pleased when I shared with him my daughters were coming for a visit. This evening is starting out much better than last week.
After dinner, Marc produced his movie collection list. “Take a look. Tell me what you’d like to watch. They’re arranged by genre in alphabetical order.”
I stared at the list in awe. “There must be over five hundred movies here.”
“I removed fifty from the list last month.”
“Glad to see you are cutting back,” I teased.
“What’s your pleasure? An old classic, a drama, action, or maybe sci-fi? I’m guessing you’re the romantic comedy type.” I could only see his blazing blue eyes over the top of the list.
“Do you have any recommendations?”
“Last week I bought Hitch with Will Smith and Eva Mendez. Have you seen it?”
“No, I haven’t. Let’s watch it.”
Marc started setting up the DVD.
I wonder how many other women have been to his place for Chinese and a movie. He had been single his adult life, while I’d been married. I remembered what Trish said to me about STDs and using condoms.
I certainly wasn’t planning on having sex with him, but it felt incredible when he kissed me last week. Marc took a seat next to me on the sofa. His inviting scent was clean and fresh with a note of spice.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’m fine,” I murmured.
“Yes. You are,” his eyes glimmered as he stroked my arm. A shiver ran down my neck and across my shoulders. His lips brushed mine. The quivering spot in the pit of my stomach exploded.
As Marc pulled me in his arms, he kissed me softly. When his warm tongue pressed into my mouth, a combination of panic and burning desire ripped through me. My lips couldn’t deny his moist, sweltering kiss. He stopped and took my hand. Without saying a word, he stood and led me out of the room down the hallway.
I knew where we were going. Yoake trotted along beside us swishing her tail, as if she knew too. Looks like this isn’t the first time Yoake has accompanied someone to Marc’s bedroom. She ran ahead and nosed open the door. The late summer sunset lit the room in a soft, warm glow. A king size bed with a tall, fawn-colored upholstered headboard and button tufting dominated the large space. The soft neutral toned bedding appeared to be a sumptuous raw silk.
Marc stopped a foot from the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Slow and deep. All the blood drained from my head. The air in the room became thick. When he pulled my T-shirt over my head, the heat from his body blanketed my bare skin. With ease, he unsnapped my bra with one hand and dropped it to the floor.
The temperature in the room was warm enough for me to remove my jacket. As I took it off, I noticed Marc glance at me over the top of his menu with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
“Would you prefer a bottle of wine or a cocktail?”
“I’d like some wine this evening. You’re the expert, please choose.”
The Sauvignon Blanc Marc selected complemented the roasted salmon dish we ordered for dinner. As we ate, I couldn’t seem to get Marc engaged in regular conversation. I decided to shake things up a bit. “I have a question. Do you know how many women you have slept with, including me?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Trish told me when you sleep with one person, it’s like sleeping with seven people. I would like to know my exposure. From an STD perspective.” Am I brazen for asking the question?
“I’m not into one-nighters. Including you, I’ve probably slept with fifteen women.” His nostrils flared slightly.
Fifteen. My lucky number. Pressing my lips together, I paused to calculate. “If I’ve done my math correctly, the total would be one hundred and five.”
“I assure you, I don’t have unprotected sex.” His jaw clenched, creating a tension in his face.
“You are only the second man I’ve had sex with.”
“Doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugged.
“That was the past.”
Funny, I don’t think his issues from his past are behind him.
On the way home from dinner, Marc turned on the CD player in his car. He skipped through the songs until “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” began to play. Is he trying to tell me something? Regardless, I appreciated the sound.
As we silently rode up in my elevator to my condo, I wrung my hands and watched until the light stopped on floor fifteen.
“Thank you for dinner, Marc,” I murmured.
“You’re welcome,” he answered. “I’m totally jet-lagged so, I‘m going to head home.” He kissed my hair and began to turn away.
Say something. “Drive safe.”
“I will.” He gave my hand a squeeze. “Good night.”
I went to the bedroom, kicked off my heels, and fell on my bed. My eyes began to sting with tears. Moxie jumped up beside me and licked my face.
Is there something wrong with me? With him? I slammed my fists on the bed.
I took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Do you want a cookie, Moxie? Maybe we’ll both have a cookie.” Her big brown saucers stared up at me.
On my way to the kitchen, I heard a knock. Is it Marc? Did he forget something?
I opened the door. Marc stood in front of me. Under the shadow of his knitted brow, his eyes darkened to a deep, sea blue.
Is he going to tell me adios?
He stood silent. I steadied myself.
“Did you forget something?”
“No. I mean, yes,” he stammered. “I forgot this.”
He pulled me close, covered my mouth with his lips, and plunged his tongue deep inside. I was shocked, confused, and totally turned on.
He held his kiss as he moved me through the doorway and skillfully pushed the door shut with his foot. I tore my mouth away and said, “I thought you were jet-lagged.”
“I got a second wind.” He continued to devour me with his mouth.
He unbuttoned my jacket and slid it down my over my arms. As he kissed and nipped at my shoulders, my breath caught in my throat.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” His voice was rough.
This time I led him to my bedroom. I walked him over to the edge of my bed and pushed him back on the mattress. He looked a bit stunned, but pleased.
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Hey there everyone! I am back with Tuesday Tales! (It’s been too long!). And…I am back with Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance. The last we were with Gideon, he had rescued Emma from the humidor. (Need a refresher? Click here!). What will happen when Emma wakes up?
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The pumpkin orange glow of the late autumn sunset illuminated the thick glass pane of the window. It was soft yet still pierced Emma’s senses. She let go a soft groan as she stretched her stiff limbs.
Her mind raced to remember what had happened. The last she remembered she had been thrown in Gideon’s horrific humidor, the door sealing shut when she hit the floor. The thick fog of poison wrapped around her, choking her. She thought of him, of Gideon as she gasped her last breath. All she wanted to do was tell him how much she loved him. She never would.
But now, she was lying in the soft sanctuary of someone’s bed. Whose bed was she in? Had Katarina taken pity on her? Emma brushed a curly lock of hair from her face as she opened her eyes. Her gaze was met by the cold glare of Gideon’s.
“Gideon,” she breathed.
He shifted in the chair he sat until his elbows rested on his knees. He pressed his palms together for several moments. “You betrayed me. Your willingness to assist me, to be here with me, to want me was only a ploy to get me to finish that bloody contraption.”
Emma sat up, tugging the covers closer to her. “At first, yes. Katarina commanded me to do it. But the longer I was here, the more I was with you I wanted to be here.”
“Liar,” Gideon spat.
Emma drew her eyes to slits. She tossed off the blankets and stood on unsteady feet. She spun at him. “I don’t need to sit here and listen to you call me a liar. Yes, I lied. But I am not lying now. I was here because I wanted to be with you. I touched you, I kissed you because I wanted you deep in my core to the point I ached. No man has ever compared to you. But I don’t need your condemnation.”
She turned away from him to search for her gown. Just as she stooped to pick it up, a hand on her arm whipped her around. Her lips were engulfed in a scorching, sinfully delicious kiss. The only choice Emma had was to melt into it helplessly.
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Burton is a shy and disillusioned young English woman holidaying on the
Mediterranean island of Malta finds romance with the hotel manager, Luigi
Coletti. She also finds herself deeply involved in the life of an elderly
writer, Louisa Weston.
discovers Louisa’s strange past she is drawn into a tangled web of hidden
mysteries which are slowly uncovered, but at a high price…
manager, when Serena approached the desk to leave her keys.
too long anyway.”
left before crossing the road onto the sea side promenade. Ominous dark clouds
were gathering fast in the horizon and grayish blue waves splashed angrily
against the white rocks, spraying her lips with salty droplets.
island, but she had always come at the peak of hot and dry summers when the
blinding brightness of the sky merged with the staggering azure blue of the
sea. She never expected in a million years to find this sort of unremitting
British drizzle soaking her hair through and through, nor an icy wind blowing
on her face and making her eyes watery.
hoped the drizzle would not worsen. Forcibly she wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand, and then walked briskly with her head down. She stopped abruptly
out of breath and leaned against the silvery railings that ran all along in a
wide bend. What on earth possessed her to come over here in the middle of this
bleak and unusually cold winter? It was less than three weeks since she had
that terrible row with Harry after catching him cheating with her best friend
Susan. Seething with anger she broke off their engagement, but was so wretched
and miserable that she felt like crawling in a dark corner or disappearing from
the face of the earth.
into a major crisis. Full of hurt pride, she rebuffed any words of sympathy
offered by her boss, and promptly resigned from her position as private
secretary with a reputable industrial firm. She immediately moved out of her
cozy little apartment in Putney and grabbed one of those last minute holiday
deals to the island of Malta, where they offered travelers four weeks for the
price of three. Perhaps the change of scenery would help her get over the
emotional roller-coaster ride she was on. A relaxing getaway may lead to a
fresh start. She had to try.
of turbulent water was swelling under the blustery wind. Serena was so dejected
and full of self-pity that her eyes filled with tears, but no matter where or
when, the sea had always a soothing effect on her. Unlike a desert where its
vastness and desolate emptiness exudes fear and wonder, the sea with its
interchangeable moods of calm and rough had a mysticism of its own which for
some unknown reason Serena was the most comfortable near it. And this kind of
weather perfectly suited her present frame of mind.
gripped the metal railing that ran the length of the promenade until her
fingers hurt. She inhaled the fresh, revitalizing ozone bringing her back to
life. Serena was about to turn back, when at a distance she glimpsed the shape
of a man sitting on one of the rocks protruding into the sea at the base of the
low cliffs beneath where she was standing. Against the darkening sky he looked
more like a gray shadow, yet she could still notice a sort of naval cap pulled
down below his forehead and a few shiny buttons glittering on a dark reefer
opposite direction, but a compelling urge pushed her forward to that blurred
figure, and her imagination started to run wild. Was he a seaman home on leave
after a long exotic voyage? Or, was he simply a stranger who, like her, was
taking a stroll, indifferent to the elements? The man seemed totally unaware of
her presence and was focusing only on the foaming sea. The incandescent light
of a pale moon came peeping through the thick clouds, and for an instant, two
very dark eyes stared blankly back at Serena.
looked back, the man seemed to have vanished. Had he gone down the other side
of the rocks, or was her imagination playing tricks?
firmly under her chin and resumed her brisk walk to the hotel just in time to
change for dinner.
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island, was very steep and narrow but the view from up there was magnificent.
At one point he stopped the car so that Serena could admire at leisure the
rugged landscape unfolding down below. She gasped with unexpected pleasure at
the breathtaking scenery. Her cheeks were all pink from the freshening breeze
and she looked absolutely ravishing. Luigi almost gave in to the temptation of
proposing to her then and there. However, as he thought of his carefully
detailed event to come he resisted and cautiously walked toward the bay.
fisherman from whom he had pre-rented the boat, greeted them with a toothless
oars. “We shall be about an hour,” he said to the old man as he started to row
energetically in order to get away from the scorching midday sun.
the rock walls made them feel more relaxed. The water appeared as smooth as
glass and reflected like a mirror the brilliant phosphorescent colors of underwater flora. Luigi sat back unmoving and let
the craft drift smoothly along.
grandeur as if he owned the place.
crystalline water and sighed on seeing how the water gave the appearance of
being a pale blue hue rather than transparent. “You are right, it is quite
right moment to speak. He had purposely chosen a mid-week day to avoid the
tourist crowd, but there were still too many boats around. He feared his
romantic proposal would not work the way he had planned it.
into it. A faint ray of
sunlight coming through the arched opening revealed a multitude of tiny
multi-colored crystals shining brilliantly on the wet walls. They seemed to mirror the diamond ring he had chosen
at his father’s jewelry shop in Valetta several weeks earlier was burning a
hole in Luigi’s pocket.
spooky as well,” said Serena shivering slightly at the thought and experiencing
a niggling tingle at the back of her neck. Luigi’s deep blue eyes seemed to
grow darker and darker like a whirlpool in which she was drowning, and for a
split second his face seemed to disappear and a gray shadow jumped out of the
boat… With a frightening yelp Serena recoiled in horror and looked around as if
searching for something in the water. She was shaking quite noticeably and
vaguely aware Luigi was speaking to her as he moved position to sit next to her
making the boat rock a bit.
alright.” she whispered still in a daze.
him. “How do you really feel about me, Serena? You must know I’m in love with
you. I thought you felt the same?”
now, Luigi,” she mumbled still shaken by her eerie vision. “Things at the villa
are not working out the way I expected, and I might very well decide to go back
home after all.” She was stalling and she knew it, still determined not to make
any commitments she might regret.
unbearable. As they reached the gates of her new home Luigi leaned across to
open the door rather than getting out and opening it for Serena.
stepped out of the car drove off at high speed.
stomach. Why did she behave so stupidly when in reality she liked him so much?
Would she ever see Luigi again or, had she lost the only true friend she had?
She went inside with a heavy sense of foreboding. She didn’t understand why
since arriving on the island she was beginning to experience such strange
hallucinations from alleged apparitions at the rocks in Sliema to the ghostly
image which had materialized out of Luigi’s eyes just an hour or so earlier.
Should she perhaps see a doctor about it?
seemed to have been taken over by a power beyond her control and she felt
trapped within her own Calypso Cave.
What was the meaning of all this? If by some inexplicable reason her destiny
was to be linked to this tiny foreign land, was not Luigi meant to be part of
was born in Alexandria, Egypt on 15th
January 1925 at a time when the Country was under a ruling monarchy which
permitted a predominant European influence to flourish. This gave Egypt and
Alexandria in particular a distinctive cosmopolitan and flamboyant lifestyle.
Despite being born British of Maltese descent she had a totally Italian
upbringing and received an extensive French education at the French Lycée. Being a great lover of poetry and
literature she aspired at becoming a writer but her
studies were cut short as World War II erupted over Europe. She
married on 26th October 1946 and gave birth to three
children. In 1952 her husband, Hubert, obtained a managerial position at a
shipping agency at the small town of Port Said. They lived there happily until
political disruptions between the Egyptian government and Anglo-French
interests in the Suez Canal Zone resulted in military intervention. The result
of the week-long conflict in 1956, which became known in history as the Suez
Crisis, forced the evacuation of all European nationals out of Egypt. Viviane
and her family were compelled to abandon their home and all assets and leave
their country as political refugees. They set up a new home in
London where they became a magnet for the rest of their family.
Proceeds from the sale of the book were donated to Cancer Research in memory of
Hubert who died of bowel cancer in 1989. Poetic Whispers a poetry
anthology was published on Smashwords in 2013. A Tangled Web is her only other completed book. Viviane
now resides in the south of France near Cannes.
near Lydia’s older brother, Jason. Claire is intrigued by Lydia’s
stories of Jason, who is the black sheep of the family—and a musician.
The minute Claire hears him sing, she falls for him.Claire thrives in her new urban surroundings, treasuring her time
with Jason and exploring her new found sexuality, but both Claire and
Jason carry shadows with them. They’re each fighting wounds of their
past. Will they defeat their demons? Will their feelings for each other
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graduating from college with a degree in literature . As a nature lover, living in the city was a culture shock, but she
soon began to enjoy being surrounded by so much energy. Submerged in perpetual
crowds, April developed a fondness for people watching, which inspired her to start writing. Drawn to both the light
and dark of humanity, she strives to tell sexy and romantic stories with
exquisitely complex characters. When she isn’t writing, she loves listening to
music or reading a good book while enjoying a glass of wine.
His Paris Affair (The Albury Affair
#3) Ruiz had enough of secrets and
lies from the woman he loves. But what will she do when dangerous secrets and
lies from his past invade thier present?
Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the
rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering
for years. But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love
and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are
forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody
trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when
she finds out his secret. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and
decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out
to be the worst mistake of her life. Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps
in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon might not live
long enough to see that happen.
head to meet her raised hands to cover her ears. She couldn’t hear about what
they could have had and the ‘what ifs’. She’d tormented herself enough with
them and she couldn’t handle them coming from Ruiz. Either way it was pointless
because she was never leaving Antonio.
ears and Melody raised her head meeting his gaze. “None of that matters anymore.
It’s over and done with and now we have nothing, absolutely nothing between us
growled his head swooping low to capture her lips in a searing kiss with his
her at the contact, her body suddenly ravenous for one thing—Ruiz.
* * *
but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. He’d watched her lips move
and they teased him like a fat kid in a candy store. He couldn’t hold himself
back any longer so he responded to his baser instincts and kissed her. It felt
like coming home, a drop of cool refreshing water on the tongue of a man lost
in the desert for weeks. He drank from her deeply not sure he’d ever be able to
willingly stop. God he’d missed her so much.
at his shoulders. He hadn’t even realized she’d completely unbuttoned it. His
belt was also done away with, his trousers hanging open at his hips. He
released his hold on her and helped her rid him of the shirt. Then he began
pulling her dress off in rushed jerky moves proof of his impatience to get to
her naked flesh. He wanted to feel her against him again, skin to skin. He
pushed his jeans down and kicked them off just as she pushed him back to sit on
his knees. She raised herself, ready to mount him, her impatience vibrating off
her shaking form when he held her still.
answered his question in more ways than one.
been a while…”
dance a jig! That served as the confirmation he so desperately needed but also
provoked more questions.
want to savor this.”
Melody Sinclair smile that always turned his insides to mush. He raised her
above his straining erection. He almost lost it when he saw her drip over the
bead of cum at the tip of his shaft. She swallowed him up with a sigh, her body
shaking from the intrusion while Ruiz shook from his own first stroke of
pleasure. The hot and tight walls around him were like a punch in the chest.
After a year of celibacy, no one would blame him if he came right at that
moment, but he fought it. He wanted to stay inside her for as long as he could,
taking pleasure from her body. His hands moved up and down her back, to her
rounded hips. He wanted to touch her, to completely consume her. He wanted to
lay her on the ground and fuck her like a maniac, but he liked it better with
her above him, looking up at her, his face nestled between her large breasts.
They were larger than he remembered but he wasn’t complaining.
hesitantly at first until he began to guide her with his hands on her hips and
she found a sure rhythm. She bounced on his shaft faster as he raised and
plunged her needing more, craving more. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders
as she moaned and cried out landing harder on to him. He was sure if he didn’t
work out he’d have no muscle to cushion his thigh bones and they would have
broken in half by now at how forceful she rode him. He panted over her nipples,
lightly licking them and rubbing his face against, under and between them,
doing everything he knew that drove her crazy except suckle the tight buds. He
wanted to tease her, torment her into riding him harder.
parted his own so that she could sink fully onto him, taking him completely
inside her. Her body shook again as if she was attached to a high voltage, her
hands tightening into fists in his hair as she rode him harder, chasing after
the ultimate high that was her orgasm. Sitting lower against him, her tight
nipples brushed against his chest as her breasts bounced and he knew the
sensation was what made her movements jerky and heavy. She was close, he could
feel it. Normally, this was where he would take over, but he didn’t. He held
onto her hips, helping her rid him as he watched the beads of sweat roll down
her creased face, dropping to her chest and roll between the valley of her
breasts. Her lips parted in desperate cries as her body began to shake. Then
finally she went rigid, her back bending backwards, her head thrown back as her
lips parted in a loud scream that vibrated in his chest. He loved watching her
reach her peek, knowing the moment his body had brought her as much pleasure as
her own did him. He loved watching the serenity settle on her face as she came
down from her high, and yet knowing it wouldn’t be there for much longer.
lowering her to the ground. He placed her feet on his shoulders and settled her
ass on his thighs, his hands on her hips, turning them in a position that was
bound to keep them in a white haze of pleasure for as long as he could hold it.
waking up her body. When her head began to toss from side to side, a soft moan
leaving her slightly parted lips, her eyes struggling to open and he knew it
was time to up the ante. He pressed his thumb on her swollen clit making her
scream, her eyes popping open. She struggled to push herself up onto her
elbows, her eyes riveted on where he disappeared inside her.
out of you. Watch as I come home.”
wrist, holding herself up, her eyes never leaving his glittering shaft, wet
with her cum.
No other dick should call this home. This is mine all mine.”
her face. “Ruiz!”
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GENTLEMAN ALWAYS FINDS OUT ~ LAYNA PIMENTEL
cousin, plots against the rogue who dared to insult her and her family. What
she doesn’t expect is for their plan to lead them astray…on the wrong side of
for the crown, only he’s given one last mission. He agrees, but gets more than
he bargains for. When a dalliance with a mysterious woman suddenly reveals her
connections to his case, he’s honor bound to turn her in, but his heart can’t
seem to give her up.
strumpet and well…I am in breeches. I look far too feminine to be a man!” Mariah
Harris scowled and clenched her fists at her sides. This whole plot was
idiotic, and if they were not thrown in Newgate, they would certainly end up in
sound one, cousin. Once I stop the messenger and beg his assistance, you will
sneak out of those bushes and snatch his bag,” Edwina retorted with a drawl.
“My sources have informed me that he passes through here every night at the
same time. So, we shall not be waiting long.”
moment I regret, it was telling you about this mess with Crispin. I only meant
to find out where he is staying in London and who with. My poor father is
convinced he will come back, but if he does, it will only be for food and
shelter.” Nothing more. He had successfully made Mariah the largest fool in all of Kent. That blasted scoundrel!
will rifle through for anything addressed to Crispin. From there, you will be
free to humiliate the stupid sod and carry on with your life. Now, stop being a
ninny and go hide. Hurry! I think I hear a horse.”
worse, walk through a spider’s web. Good
heavens, if papa ever found out I dressed in a man’s riding outfit, he would
send me away to a nunnery for certain.
slowed his gait by trotting as he grew closer, coming to a halt where Edwina
stood next to a wagon.
assistance. I implore you. I should have been home hours ago, but the cart…”
I dare ask how long you have been stranded for?”
mount. Off in the distance, a rickety cart approached, the driver swaying in his
seat. Now, we are were done for. Before they had
left her shop, Edwina had managed to convince her that this road was not much
travelled on after dark. Only the gent delivering messages from the militia in
the north would be expected. What were the odds—on this particular night—that
another traveler would pass through?
pony wagon she and her cousin had sabotaged.
to a stop. A middle-aged man stumbled out, falling flat on his face. Too foxed
to drive successfully, he clearly would not pose a problem to the scenario.
sotted fool, she grabbed the bag before running back to her hiding spot. Only
this time, she did not stop. She ran like the devil until she found the meadow
in which she had left her own clothing and horse.
shoes, and quickly stripped out of the breeches and loose-fitting shirt she
wore. Then, she slipped on her cream-colored riding gown and strapped the
satchel to the mare, covering it with the blanket she had used to conceal her
dress while in disguise.
shoulders, she shifted the side so that it hid the blanket as well before
riding back to the inn where she planned on meeting with Edwina. It would be a
miracle if they were not caught after this ludicrous theft.
which kept her from slowing her pace. She had never committed a crime before,
and this would take the bucket as far as mischief went. Never in all her
twenty-one years had she stooped so low. It was unprecedented, outlandish, and
drive her to the brink of madness like Crispen. His words meant nothing. In
hindsight, his pledge of love and fidelity was meaningless. His ploy to get
under her skirts had worked, and now she was ruined.
In return, Mariah would ruin him. And I cannot wait to see his face when he is discovered. Where To Buy:
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