Hot, Hard and Hexing by Mari Freeman
Links: www.marifreeman.com
Buy: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9693-hot-hard-hexing.aspx
Blurb:
Book two in the Hot, Hard series.
When magic is attracted to magic, it's impossible to ignore…
Sonja Ambercroft's homebody existence is about to change. Drastically. A Dreamstalker has kidnapped her cousin in exchange for a powerful talisman, and Sonja soon finds herself doing things she'd never imagined. Stealing the talisman from her sister? Check. Grappling with Gremlins? Check. Enjoying ridiculously hot visions about a scruffy, sexy mountain man doing untold things to her naked body? Che—
Wait…what? As if she needs that kind of distraction right now! Especially when the stranger's magic stirs her inner Dragon. Not good. A childhood tragedy has made shifting too dangerous. Sonja can't risk letting her Dragon loose, but as the erotic visions transform into real-life fantasies, the beast becomes harder to contain.
Sonja's dangerous adventure will require help from her reclusive mountain man, a Fairy and no less than two queens—one Voodoo, one drag. But ultimately she'll have to trust her other self, let her inner Dragon roar, if she hopes to bring her cousin back alive.
Excerpt: Set up… Sonja is having very naughty sexual psychic visions about Ray Burgess. She has no control over no control over when they come or any clue as to why? But she's learning to like it.
He was nude. Feet straddling her legs as she sat on the blanket. The breeze now skirted over her skin, making the tiny hairs on her stomach quiver. Her nipples tightened. His cock jerked. She wanted to reach up and touch it. She could reach it. He was holding it right there, after all. He wouldn't be all naked and standing over her in a field if he didn't want her to touch it. Would he? Hell, she wanted to do more than touch it. She wanted to lick the beautiful thing. Run her tongue right along that vein that seemed to be pulsing, calling to her. Yup. That's exactly what she wanted to do.
He released his hold and his cock jerked again, bobbed a couple times as if to agree with her thought process. She licked her lips and heard him moan. Maybe he could hear her thoughts. She was naked and sans scars again, in the same field. Why not go for it?
And why back here in this field, too? If this is her fantasy, dream, vision…whatever, why not have him tied up in a soft, comfy bed? She closed her eyes and willed it.
Cynical laughter echoed off in the distance. Her eyes snapped open to see if someone had joined them in her little fantasy world. But before she could look Mari Freeman 40
anywhere, the point was rendered moot. Ray was splayed on the same type of big bed as the one in her hotel room, hands tied with green velvet ropes to the metal vines that twisted into a beautiful arch over the bed.
Sonja reclining next to him. All she could do was study his wonderful cock.
"Sonja." She heard his voice in her head. It was strangely garbled, as if it weren't him speaking. She let her gaze follow the line of his body, admiring his tight abs and strong chest as she made it to his face. His eyes were closed. His head tilted back.
She reached for his stomach, gently grazing her fingers across his heated skin. His olive complexion was a stark difference from the ivory skin of her hand. His muscles tightened under her touch. His hips moved. It was beautiful. She'd never had anyone respond to her that way. She was dripping wet but afraid the vision would disappear again.
He moaned. "Please." The sound of his voice, gravely and needful, pushed her over the edge. She reached out and grabbed his stiff cock. No care for being gentle. If it was her vision, she wanted everything to be her way.
She stroked him, squeezing his length, knowing he liked it a little rough but not knowing how she knew. He bucked. She pulled away. She heard the rush of air leave his lungs before he turned his head toward her and opened his eyes. Those intense, beautiful eyes. He didn't speak. He was begging without begging.
She leaned over him, got on her knees and ran her tongue the length of his cock. Tracing that fat vein just as she had imagined. She circled around the head and back down his shaft. He'd quit moving, letting her control the experience. She took him into her mouth and slid down his shaft as far as she could and rested there, feeling the thickness of him against her throat. The scent of fresh soap teased her senses. He remained unbelievably still.
She wanted a reaction. Sonja lightly moved her tongue back and forth along his heated skin while he was still deep in her mouth. That worked. He jerked, trying to push in farther. She relaxed and let him, holding her breath. It wasn't much, but he was deeper.
In her eagerness, she gave him only a moment to enjoy the sensation. Sonja wanted to be fucked before the vision faded like the others. She was aching with need. Teasing with little flicks of her tongue, she pulled away slowly until he slipped from her lips.
She eased herself over his splayed body, admiring the shape of his thighs, the way his chest had just a sprinkling of hair despite the thick beard. When her gaze made it to his face, his eyes were open. He had the slyest little grin on his face. She reached between her spread legs and grabbed his hard cock. His eyes fluttered and then he blinked to focus back on her. She rubbed his smooth head over her folds to slick his shaft…
Then her body started floating.
"No!" She screamed with her lungs but her body cried out in unison. She wanted him. She needed him. Her surroundings swirled and twisted into a melted array of confusing colors. The laughter she heard earlier seemed louder as it reverberated off into the abyss.
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She was back in the tub. Sweating from the heat and the racking need her body was fighting. Her fingers were buried deep in her folds—and someone was banging on the door.
