Blurb
Successful
NYC gallery owner, Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne
brother and ex-wife to the other. Though the three have made peace,
Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife photographer, Harris Walker,
still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces Harris to exhibit his
work for the opening of her new gallery she never intended to include
him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans draw the
attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris
comes to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands,
can she dare let Harris into her life and make room for love?
Excerpt
She
stood to put her pack back on, and he came to his feet and caught her
by the shoulder, not wanting it to end like this, not wanting her to
leave until they were good again. When she tried to push him away, he
pressed her between his body and the stone of the cliff face. ‘You
can’t just shut us all out, Stacie.’
‘I
never wanted you involved in the first place. I never wanted any of
you involved but you couldn’t leave it alone,’ she jerked back
against him but there was no place to go. ‘You couldn’t just let
it go.’
He
moved in closer until his body pressed up against hers, holding her
tightly against the stone. ‘No, I couldn’t, and I can’t and
neither can anyone else who cares about you and neither would you if
the situation were reversed. So whether you like it or not, I’m
here to stay. We’ve already discussed this, so get used to it.’
He punctuated his point with a harsh kiss that couldn’t have been
very pleasant for her, but then he was angry, worried, scared for
her. Instead of shoving at him as he’d expected her to do, she
curled a hard fist in his hair and ravaged his mouth with every bit
as much ferocity as he had given her, pulling him still closer,
rubbing her body against his, making him instantly and startlingly
erect.
She
snaked a hand down between them and savaged his fly until he feared
for what lay beneath, until her fingers wriggled and dug their way
into his walking trousers to possess his cock with a tight grip as
though it were a weapon, one she were about to use to do serious
damage.
He
fumbled to return the favour, with her ripping at her own fly to make
room for him, to guide his fingers down over her mons. Her eyes
locked his in a devastating gaze that felt as though she could see
right through him. ‘I need you to touch me there.’ Her voice was
a breathless whisper. ‘Where I’m wet, where I’m open, where I’m
always, always hungry for you.’ Her breath caught; her eyelids
fluttered and she sucked her bottom lip as he found her cleft, wet
and open as she’d promised. ‘You can’t tell me you don’t want
to be like those cats.’ She guided his hand still further and
manipulated it until first two, then three fingers pressed up into
her. ‘You can’t tell me that when I present myself to you all hot
and ready and begging for it, you don’t want to service my need.
You can’t tell me you don’t want to get a little primal with that
cock of yours.’ She gave him a hard squeeze and drove her hand up
and down his length, thumbing the already abundant pre-cum over and
around the tip until he gritted his teeth and held his breath while
his hips bucked hard against her efforts.
He
scissored her deep with three fingers and raked the silky slickness
of her up and over her clitoris, and the sounds from the back of her
throat easily resembled the sounds the female cougar made when the
male mounted her. They wildly, madly fucked each other’s hands. The
wind had risen and even on the clear morning, the chill left no doubt
about lingering for more than the quickest of releases. Then she
shifted, pressed her back hard against the stone and rested both of
her hands on his shoulders. Before he could protest the removal of
her fingers from his cock, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her
still clothed crotch rubbing tight and insanely hot against his
exposed cock as she began to rock and gyrate, and it was all
happening way too fast.
‘Stacie
I --’
‘Shut
up, Harris,’ she spoke between chattering teeth. ‘I need to come,
and so do you. You can fuck me properly when we get back to the SUV.
It’s too damn cold to linger.’ With each sentence she ground
against him, baring down with the extra leverage the cliff at her
back afforded and, almost before the words were out of her mouth, she
convulsed. Her spine stiffened and her shivers had nothing to do with
the cold. Harris could stand no more. He felt the eruption deep in
his groin. It might have been embarrassing had the circumstances been
different, but as he tried to cover himself, tried to hide the
results of Stacie’s hard ride, she shoved his hand away, pushed him
back and practically fell into the space between them positioning
herself so that she caught his release, all of it in her mouth. What
could he say to that? What could he do but hold her there, helplessly
grunting the weight of his need into the back of her throat. It was
an act as intimate and as primal as the cougars mating on the rocks
minutes ago. And sex, any kind of sex, with Stacie Emerson was worlds
apart from any other sexual experiences he’d ever had. As she stood
and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, the look of hunger in
her eyes, the promise of more sex to come in the SUV before the trip
home couldn’t help but lighten the mood. As they straightened and
tucked and donned their packs, he wondered if that was maybe why she
did it. Whatever her reason, it definitely worked for him in ways he
was still trying to get his head around.
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Grace Marshall:
Grace
Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang
of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy
writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her
ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside.
She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story
ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace
is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive
Decisions
Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An
Executive Decision,
Identity
Crisis
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1 comment:
Hello, Grace! Welcome to Beyond Romance. Sounds like a hot story, but then, I'd expect that from you.
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