Beth Kery's Blog, page 19

Friday Excerpt: Exorcising Sean’s Ghost (and giveaway)

Today’s excerpt comes from vintage Beth Kery, well, 2008. :) It’s from Exorcising Sean’s Ghost, an erotic contemporary romance. I’m also adding in that for those who love the experienced, dominant alpha and innocent heroine trope (which I also love), this might be a fun full length novel for you to try, currently bargain priced at 2.09. I’m giving away a PDF ebook copy of Sean’s Ghost OR I will gift a Kindle version to one commenter here at my blog or retweeter of my post at Twitter this weekend! (Oh, and I should add, this cover is not my favorite and not very representative of this m/f erotic romance).:/

Belle is forced to mourn in secret after her lover, Attorney General Sean Ryan, is murdered in a terrorist plot. When she has an irrational, intense sexual response to the mysterious stranger Jack Caldwell, Belle wonders if it’s due to delayed grief for Sean. Sean was the only man she’d ever responded to so completely, after all. When she finds herself submitting wholly to Jack’s dominant, demanding manner in bed Belle begins to live on the sharp edge of doubt and certainty…even to the point of questioning her own sanity.

Because Belle can’t let go of the crazy, impossible idea that Sean Ryan and Jack Caldwell are one and the same man.

If Belle persists in her obsession about Sean, Jack will have no choice but to cut all ties with her. He wants Belle for his own… and Jack refuses to share her with a ghost.

EXCERPT

The large bar at the Peninsula Hotel had a clublike atmosphere with several conversation areas consisting of leather chairs and deep, decadently comfortable couches. When they arrived Clay expressed his surprise at the number of people who were already there. Belle knew by then that Clay was a social creature by nature.

“Clay looks like he’s in exceptional form tonight,” Angela Winthrop, one of Clay’s peers whom Belle had met several times before, commented with a wry grin. Belle followed Angela’s glance at Clay. They’d only been there for fifteen minutes but he was already half finished with the second of the stiff martinis that he favored. He was standing a few feet away joking loudly with several of his friends and coworkers— other brash, gifted young men.

“To be honest with you, I’m not sure that he is,” Belle said. As a psychologist she knew that the frenetic, almost manic mood that Clay exhibited likely was more a sign of emotional turmoil then genuine happiness. “I think he’s worried about the new partner. He’s going to be working for him a lot and for some odd reason Clay is convinced that the new guy hates him. It’s got him on edge.”

Angela took a sip of her drink and shook her head. “He’s not imagining things, Belle. We’ve all noticed it. The guy really does seem to have singled him out. Clay can’t do anything to please him.” Angela’s brown eyes widened when something caught her attention at the entryway to the bar. She leaned over and whispered, “Speak of the devil.”

Belle began to take a casual sip of her wine as she nonchalantly followed Angela’s gaze. She lowered her wineglass without ever taking a drink.

“That’s the new partner?”

“Yeah, I know. Gorgeous, isn’t he?” Angela whispered conspiratorially close to Belle’s ear. “You’d think that scar would make him ugly but it just seems to highlight the perfection of everything else. Not that he’s exactly a pretty boy to begin with. Rough-hewn, if you know what I mean. I’m willing to bet he’s got a cock bigger than Zeus’ in those pants. And that scar… He’s really got that sexy pirate thing going on, don’t you think? Belle? Belle? Belle, stop! You’re staring! Jeez, he’s staring right back,” Angela murmured in amazement before she choked back anxious laughter.

Belle tried to drag her gaze away but only succeeded in turning her head. Her eyes stayed locked in the trap of Jack Caldwell’s stare.

Her heartbeat escalated to an alarming rate as she finally succeeded in ripping her eyes from his and turning around. She took a long, very unladylike draw on her wine. After a moment she dazedly noticed that Clay and his group had also noticed Jack Caldwell’s entrance into the bar. His friends watched their new boss with covert interest while Clay cursed quietly under his breath.

“Shit. What’s he doing here?” Belle heard Clay mutter to one of his friends.

“Shut up, Clay. It’s his welcome dinner, isn’t it? Christ, he’s coming over here,” his friend John McNair whispered in surprise.

Belle felt like she couldn’t breathe. The ten or twelve young people who sat around her all seemed aware of the man who approached even though they tactfully avoided staring at him and continued their conversations. After a few seconds, however, even their forced conversations ceased as they looked over with surprised speculation to the spot just behind and to the right of Belle. Belle noticed how Clay’s mouth fell open in stark disbelief.

“Belle?”

She stood slowly and turned to face Jack Caldwell. He stood less than two feet away from her. Even with her heels on he seemed to tower over her.

“Hello.” Her voice sounded calm enough. Thankfully her back was to Clay and his friends, so they couldn’t see how flushed her face had become. But Jack noticed it, Belle was sure. She doubted those piercing blue eyes missed much of anything.

“We met the other day in the park,” he said.

“I haven’t forgotten.” Her blush deepened at her statement. As if she was likely to forget Jack Caldwell or the fact that she’d let him play with her nipple after knowing him for five minutes.

“How is Copenhagen?” she asked abruptly, trying to rid herself of the embarrassing, arousing memory.

His grin was as potent as she recalled but far too brief for Belle’s liking.

“Eating me out of house and home. Although I have to admit he has been moping around a lot ever since he met Ellie.”

Belle laughed. “You know, come to think of it, Ellie has been a little moody too.” “You left so quickly. It disoriented Copenhagen and me. Were you okay, Belle?”

Her laughter stilled at the intensity of his quietly asked question. He’d leaned

forward when he spoke. She doubted that any of the people behind them had heard what he said. His eyes were like searchlights on her, demanding an honest answer. Her lips opened to give it.

“I guess there’s no need for me to make introductions.”

Belle blinked and glanced over at Clay who was suddenly standing by her side. She didn’t even notice that Clay put his arm around her waist in a casual gesture of possession until she saw Jack Caldwell’s eyes lower. When he met her gaze again briefly his expression was impassive but his eyes were like ice.

“Brilliant assumption, Rothschild.”

“Damn,” Clay whispered bitterly a few seconds after Jack turned and walked away. He grabbed Belle’s arm and forced her to sit down. “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew him?” he hissed as he came down next to her.

“You’re hurting me. Let go of my arm, Clay,” Belle insisted in a no less irritated voice.

He complied but his focus on her didn’t lessen. “Belle?”

“I don’t really know him.” When she noticed his look of disbelief, she added, “I mean I do. But I just met him briefly a few days ago. It’s not a big deal.”

“You could have fooled me. He arrowed over here like you were his only friend in a room full of strangers. Are you sure he’s not a crony of your father’s or something?”

“Of course not. Or at least not that I know of. I told you, I just met him briefly a few days ago. It was in Lincoln Park. Our dogs had a thing for each other.”

Belle took a sip of her wine and followed it with a deep breath. She needed to slow down her racing pulse. Jack Caldwell was gone now. Surely she wouldn’t have to speak with him again for the rest of the night. The vague emptiness in her chest made her remind herself forcefully that not seeing him again was a good thing.

Heated romance, raw emotional appeal and unexpected humor… a book that is sure to keep you enchanted for hours.

5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies.

At last, good erotica that gives you a story along with it.

A- review from The Good the Bad and the Unread

Beth Kery is tops in writing erotic and sexy love scenes.<//strong>

5 stars from Joyfully Reviewed

Comment here or mention on twitter with @BethKery to enter for the book!

Winners of Bound to You

The winners of BOUND TO YOU are

Cecile and mslizalou@hotmail.com!

Thanks for commenting and retweeting all, and happy reading!

Beth/Bethany

Giveaway: 2 copies of Bound to You!

Happy Thursday! Today I’m giving away two ebook copies of BOUND TO YOU, a One Night of Passion novella! Just leave a comment here at this post to enter and I’ll randomly choose winners tomorrow morning. (You may also enter on Twitter).

The author takes a very far-from-ideal circumstance and turns it into a darkly erotic environment, complete with sensory deprivation. Scorching!

Read Our Lips Blogspot

I really enjoyed this erotic novella by Bethany Kane with edgy, explicit sex scenes.

Smexy Books

Darkness can arouse the senses…

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

Thai Language Wicked Burn Giveaway

Would you (or someone you know) like a Wicked Burn copy in Thai? I have four copies to give away. Send your name and address to bethkery@aol.com and I’ll send off a book to the first four responders.(For unfamiliar readers, Wicked Burn is an erotic romance and includes adult content).

Sexy Italian Covers (and a sexy snippet)!

Check out the covers for Explosive and Release in Italian! I have to admit, those Italians sure know sexy. I’m especially thrilled about the RELEASE cover. I asked for this particular scene to be on the American cover, but alas…no go. However, the Italians came through. :) If you don’t recall (or haven’t read) this super sexy scene between Sean and Genny, I included a snippet for you…

EXPLOSIVE

RELEASE

His hand left her cheek. He touched the glass pane.

“Cold,” he murmured, even though his eyes on her were hot. “Do you trust me, Genny?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He stroked her hip from waist to thigh softly. “Good. It’s not a gift I take lightly. Now…I want you to press your body up against the window.”

“What?” Genevieve asked loudly. She hadn’t been expecting Sean to say something so crazy. “It’ll be freezing, Sean!”

He grinned and ran his hand over her bare belly. Genevieve shifted her hips in growing arousal. She couldn’t imagine why. How could pressing her body against a frozen windowpane be arousing?

Because Sean told you to do it, her brain answered automatically.

Read another excerpt HERE.

Bound to You Releases Today!

Good morning! Bound to You releases today in ebook for 2.99. This is a very sexy, longer length novella in the One Night of Passion series. AND the entire first chapter of Exposed to You, the second novel in the series, is included with the novella! Very excited about that. Here’s a bit from Bound to You to wet your appetite. :)

Darkness can arouse the senses…

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

Read an Excerpt

Suddenly he was staring directly at her and she glanced away. Why was she blushing? He couldn’t see. She knelt tenderly in preparation to sit, suppressing a groan when her hip hit the ground.

“Come here,” he said.

“Uh . . . what?” she asked, confused by his request. Had he somehow sensed her staring at him—admiring him?

“Take off your jacket and come here.”

“I don’t think so.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to attack you. Your muscles got beat up on that fall. You got it worse than I did. You’re not going to be able to move tomorrow morning if we don’t do something to help you. Take off your jacket.”

She did so reluctantly.

He waggled his finger at her in a beckoning gesture. “The sun will keep the muscles good and warm. Now come here.”

She scooted toward him. He circled his hand in the air. “Your back to me. I do a lot of massage and acupressure in my chiropractic practice. It’ll keep your muscles from seizing up.”

She sat before him. He swung one leg around her so that her hips were just inches from his spread thighs. Ever so gently, he stroked her hair.

Her heart stalled for a moment, but then she realized he was smoothing the strands over to one side so that they wouldn’t get caught in his massaging fingers. Was it her imagination, or did he linger at his task? How did her hair feel against his fingertips? She resisted an urge to touch it herself, strangely curious as to how he experienced her.

He put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub. She moaned, all thought vacating her brain.

“Hurt?” he asked, his deep voice just inches away from her right ear.

She just nodded. His hands paused in their kneading motion, but he continued to touch her. “Does it hurt bad, or hurt good?”

She heard Enzo snuffle and whine above them in the silence that followed.

“It hurts good,” she admitted in a hushed tone.

He continued his massage, loosening stiff, sore muscles. The sunshine beat down on the top of her head, upper back and shoulders. Her pain slowly faded, as did her anxiety. Her flesh grew more supple beneath his deft hands. Her eyelids became heavy as she fell under a spell.

He focused on her neck for several minutes.

“Do you get headaches?” he asked.

Her eyes blinked open. “Yes. A few times a month, pretty bad. How did you know?”

“You carry a lot of tension in your neck and shoulders.”

She moaned softly when he used his thumb to work the kinks out of her spine. He moved lower down her back. He was a magician. She lowered her chin to her chest and drifted. A pleasant, heavy sensation settled in her sex and tingled her clit when he opened his hands and cradled her waist as he continued to rub her spine with his thumbs. She realized his size was making her feel delicate in comparison; feminine . . . aroused.

“These knots aren’t from the fall. How come you’re so tense? Is being an actress that stressful?” he asked gruffly.

“It depends. I put most of the stress on myself. I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist.” She turned her head, resting her chin on her shoulder. “You never told me how you knew I was an actress. Have you seen . . . I mean . . . do you go to movies?” she fumbled.

“Sometimes. Not much. I’ve never gone to one of yours.”

“Then how did you know about my job?”

For a moment, he didn’t reply, just continued to knead at the knots in her lower back using his thumbs. “I listen to music a lot. I have the CD from Golden Idol. A friend of mine knew I liked Sierra Gallas, and she bought me the soundtrack from the movie,” he said, referring to the 1950s movie siren who had also been a singer of jazz and blues ballads. Jennifer had played the role of Sierra Gallas several years ago in the film Golden Idol. She’d been awarded an Academy Award for her performance.

She twisted her torso to try and see him. He stopped massaging her back but kept his hold on her waist. His unseeing gaze was fixed where his hands were wrapped around her.

“And did you like the recording?”

“I’ve been known to listen to it once or a hundred thousand times,” he said, deadpan.

As if he’d known she smiled, he returned it. Her grin faded.

He was really something to look at when he smiled. The pleasant ache expanded in her pussy.

“I read you did all the songs yourself. No voiceovers,” he said.

“That’s right,” she murmured. She was utterly focused on the feeling of his hands holding her hips and the movement of his mouth. “I had an exceptionally talented voice coach. I practiced for more than a year before doing the movie and recording.”

“You did a phenomenal job.”

Her cheeks heated. He didn’t appear to be the type to compliment people often, and so she appreciated the sentiment all the more because of it. “Thank you.”

“It’s how I recognized you this morning in the forest. You were singing ‘Love in the Moonlight.’”

Her mouth fell open in amazement. “You mean . . . you literally knew it was me when you followed, not just a random woman staying with the Pierces who happened to be singing an old Sierra Gallas tune?”

“I knew it was you,” he said simply. His hands shifted lower. He began to make subtle circular motions over the swell of her hips, massaging her, but also . . . stroking her.

She felt a rush of warmth between her thighs.

Bound to You available now at ebook stores such as Amazon

Off to the Lori Foster Reader Get Together

It’s that time of year again, time to load up the car with all my promo items and my gift basket and…shoes and head to Cincy for Lori Foster’s annual reader get together! If you’re going to the event or to the Saturday book signing, please come say hello!

Other than that, I’m working away fiendishly on this super exciting secret project (more to come!) and enjoying the nice outdoor weather. I’m also looking forward to my One Night of Passion novella, Bound to You, to come out next Tuesday!

Boy, time really does fly when you’re having fun. :)

Have a great weekend!

My Adult Only Excerpt for the Week! Bound to You!

This week’s adult only excerpt comes from Bound to You, by Bethany Kane (a pen name I use for the One Night of Passion series). Bound to You is a super sexy and highly romantic novella that releases as a Berkley eSpecial, June 5! Get ready to get some steam rising from those reading devices! :)

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

ADULT only excerpt, Bound to You

by Bethany Kane

He had a very refined sense of smell and taste. He’d been known to turn down many women because he couldn’t abide their scent in his nose. Sighted men said something similar in regard to how a woman struck their eyes, but John was all about scent, taste and touch.

Jennifer tasted like clean water flavored with just a hint of something sweet, like raspberries. If her mouth was this good, her skin would be a delicious. Her pussy would be a decadent treat. He sought out more of her flavor, sweeping his tongue into that warm, wet cavern. His cock felt like a lead pipe in his jeans. She did something to him on the most basic level, and he liked it.

He ran his hands along her sides, detailing her shape more boldly than he had during her massage, tracing the swell from waist to hip to buttock. Women were a miracle to his shaping hands—the way they flowed, the way their flesh molded to his palm, how they sighed in response to his caresses. Jennifer was delicate and small, and he was big and robust, but it was as if she’d been tailor-made to fit his hands.

He closed his hands on her ass cheeks and lifted, desperate for the sensation of her pussy against his cock. Her feet left the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. Pleasure socked him from groin to gut when he sensed her heat penetrate his jeans. Maybe she had a similar reaction, because she started tearing at his shirt buttons.

After a few buttons however, she gave up and reached for his waistband. He put her feet back on the ground to give her better room to maneuver. He usually liked to be the one to control the pace of lovemaking, but his cock didn’t seem to care in what manner it got to Jennifer, as long as it made contact somehow. She made fast work of his button fly. He was a little stunned by her enthusiasm but far too horny to complain. He helped her get his jeans down to his thighs, but froze when she dropped to her knees.

“No. Let me be the one to make you forget,” he rasped.

“This will make me forget everything.”

He straightened slowly as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was so hard she had to stretch the band to get it over his balls and the root of his cock. He was riding down his right thigh, but his cock sprung up at an angle when she finally freed him of his briefs. Even the air seemed to have weight on the sensitive skin.

He bit off a hiss when he felt five cool, skimming, teasing fingertips along the surface of his steaming cock. A shiver went through him when she tested the weight of his balls. The tiny moan in her throat told him she was pleased by what she felt. She fisted him at the base of his cock. His buttocks squeezed tight in anticipation.

A shudder went through him when she sucked the head into her slippery, warm mouth. She moved her fist, jacking him from root to her lips while she took a moment to lick the crown.

“That’s right. Learn my shape. Learn it good,” he muttered. She pressed harder with her tongue, following his instruction, detailing the ridge just beneath the head, prodding firmly against the fleshy cap and running the tip along the sensitive slit. He made a strangled sound and cradled her head in his hands. Her hair felt smooth and light against his furrowing fingers. He gave just the slightest nudge and she sucked him farther into her mouth.

He pulsed his hips gently, getting a nice friction along the shaft while she accustomed herself to his girth. His entire awareness narrowed down to the feeling of his cock surrounded by her warm, wet, sucking mouth. Part of him couldn’t believe it was happening—Jennifer Turner was giving him head. Another part—a much larger part—was too submerged in sensation to care if the experience was real or fantasy.

She ducked her head and consumed several more inches, gave him a hot caress with her squeezing lips to the crown, and sunk down the shaft again, this time taking even more of his cock into her mouth.

Aw, Jesus. She really knew how to suck cock.

Because she was so adept, he gave her control for a while and relished a sweet, raunchy ride. She sucked with precision and force, using her hand and mouth to ideal effect, but there was nothing mechanical about her movements. He’d never experienced a woman’s hunger so acutely—felt it along the pulsing shaft of his cock, aching in his balls, tightening his ass and swelling like a sexual hunger in his belly. With every pass, down and up, down and up, she took him deeper, her lips clamping him like a firm vise, the steady suction she applied making him grit his teeth to keep control. A thrill of anticipation went through him each time her lips caressed the sweet spot on the underside of his cock and pleasure prickled up his spine.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop now,” he mumbled after a while.

Her reply to him was resoundingly clear. She bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock more energetically. He muttered a curse and withdrew one of his hands from her head. He fisted the base of his cock and withdrew it from her mouth as she slid down the length. Her suction was so taut, it made a wet popping sound when it cleared her lips.

He grimaced, the deprivation of her warm mouth striking him like a physical blow.

“If you want it so much, grant me the pleasure of giving it to you,” he said gruffly.

Bound to You, a (lengthy) novella in the One Night of Passion series by Bethany Kane, available June 5 from Berkley eSpecial for 2.99!

My Thoughts About My Upcoming Release, BOUND TO YOU

On June 5, BOUND TO YOU, a novella in the One Night of Passion series will release as an eSpecial from Berkley. BOUND TO YOU takes place within the vicinity of Rill and Katie Pierce’s (from ADDICTED TO YOU) home within the hills of the Shawnee National Forest, and we even learn a bit about what the couple are up to these days.

Actress Jennifer Turner is considered to be by many one of the most beautiful women in the world, but for John Corcoran, who is blind, her looks hardly matter. He’s long been an admirer of her low, sexy voice, however; not that he thinks she’d ever give a blind chiropractor a second thought.

When the two of them fall into a deep sinkhole in the midst of the forest, they are forced to strip away all facade and rely on one another for survival. Jennifer has a secret: she’s deathly afraid of the dark, and for good reason. John lives day in and day out in darkness, however. In her fear, Jennifer begs the sexy, utterly masculine woodsman to make her forget her terror using one tool–blind, raw passion. He complies, and in the darkness, Jennifer learns to see–and feel–what truly matters.

Like many authors of erotic romance, I find it an exciting challenge to write a novella that provides the intense eroticism plus the believable emotional attachment and growing love between the hero and heroine that most readers want. It’s certainly what I would want in a story, no matter if it’s 30K words or 90K words long. Hopefully I’ve succeeded with Bound to You. I can’t wait to hear if you agree.

Oh, and one other bonus! The entire first chapter of EXPOSED TO YOU, the second novel in the One Night of Passion series, starring the sexiest man alive, Everett Hughes (Katie’s brother) will be included in BOUND TO YOU! Just a heads up that in my opinion, Exposed to You contains one of my most favorite and sexiest first chapters I’ve ever written. I really tried to plunge the reader right into the heart of things in it. :)

Check out an Excerpt for Bound to You here.

Pre-order at Amazon for 2.99

Pre-order at Barnes and Noble for 2.99

Gratuitously Sexy Excerpt, Wicked Burn

I was in the mood to post a steamy excerpt, just because. :) So here’s an (adult only) excerpt from the re-released, Wicked Burn.

Excerpt

She reached for him, but he stopped her by grabbing both of her wrists, then transferring both of them to one hand. The feeling of her small, cool hands on his body had enflamed him earlier. Vic didn’t think he could take it right now and maintain his control. He pushed her wrists down over her head at the same time that he reached between her thighs.

He watched her face while he burrowed his fingers through damp, silky pubic hair, dipping into the warm cream of her pussy before he spread the abundant moisture between her labia, sliding and pressing against her clit.

Her back arched up off the bed. She squirmed frantically at the restraint of his binding hand.

But he only gripped her wrists and held her tighter. He played a hard, ruthless rhythm with his fingers, plucking and strumming the nerve-packed flesh until the tension in her body broke and she cried out sharply in stunned ecstasy. Two of his fingers plunged into her tight sheath. He watched her intently as her body clamped and convulsed around him.

She was ready for him so quickly. It excited him to know that she was as hungry for him at that moment as he was for her. He stretched, reaching for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table. His excitement to be inside her made him roll it on his cock in record-breaking time.

Without a word he spread her thighs and arrowed into her. Her body resisted him, but he was crazed by the sensation of her hot, narrow channel as it enclosed the thick head

of his penis.

“You’re tight,” he grated. He held the base of his cock with one hand, working it into her clamping channel with subtle up-and-down motions while his hips provided a

steady, hard pressure. She moaned, still in the aftershocks of her climax. Her slender body undulating and straining against him made him desperate. He thrust.

Hard.

He might have been half-crazed with lust, but he paused when he heard her cry out. His cock had burrowed less than half its length into her.

“Shhh, try to relax, baby,” he soothed. His head dropped next to hers. He pressed hot kisses along her neck, pausing to run the elegant strand of pearls that she wore between his

lips, licking at the smooth globes lightly before he nipped at her tender skin. Her lips were parted when he found them, the taste between them sweet and addictive. His cock throbbed painfully inside of her as his tongue sank into her

warm cavern.

Pearls and honey.

She was driving him right over the edge.

Wicked Burn, available now in mass market paperback and ebook