Thursday, December 15, 2011
“No, Grayson,” she whispered.
Without taking his lips off her neck, he rubbed his erection against her. Tugging the fabric of her skirt with his fingers, he yanked it upward to her waist.
The image made his cock throb, so he yanked open his jeans, allowing his cock to spring forward. At the same time he pulled her closer so his aching flesh and pressed tight against the heat of her silk panties.
He swore under his breath as she wiggled her hips, grinding her ass against him. He moved one of his hands over her ass, slipping it between her thighs. She widened her stance, letting him touch her, moaning her pleasure as his fingers slid over the slick, wet silk. Skimming the edge of the fabric, he slipped his fingers beneath.
His breath was coming so hard now, he was afraid of losing control. She was so wet, just as he hoped she’d be. She was going to drive him wild, and he had to have her soon.
His fingers traced the swollen, moist lips of her labia before slipping past her tight entrance and deep into her core. Using his thumb to stroke her clit, he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, her inner muscles clenching tight around them.
Gillian was whimpering as she pressed against him, and he could tell she was getting close.
He pushed his fingers as deep as they would go, and then she screamed out his name as she came.
Grayson felt the gush of liquid, from her pussy, coating his hand. She cried out again as he kept fucking her with his fingers bringing her to another powerful orgasm.
Carefully, he withdrew his fingers from her. “Now I want to sink my cock inside you, and really make you scream my name.”
What is it you want, Kaitlin?”
It was a slow burn of a kiss, heating core as each pulsing second passed. Her tongue probed the seam of her mouth for entry. The rasp of her tongue as it mated with hers sent shivers down the back of her legs and up again. She felt her toes curl as her kiss deepened. Her arms had gone from the tops of her shoulders down the length of her arms to settle about her waist, holding Andi against her. Her body responded automatically, the ache between her thighs became more insistent. Andi moved against her, a slight nudge at first and then a rub to feel the pleasure her body offered.
Kaitlin’s hands moved up from her waist t...o untie the strings of her bikini. It fell away, leaving her breasts free for her touch. Andi drew in a sharp breath as her hands cupped her; her thumb gently stroking over each nipple, making her cry out for more.
Kaitlin tore her mouth off hers. “Maybe we should finish this back in the room, or would you rather go lie on the towels?”
Andi wanted her to finish what she had started; they had so little time left before going back to reality. “I don’t want to wait. I need you now.”
Her hot breath sent shivers down Andi’s thighs and up again and then against her pussy, her fingers gently separating her, Kaitlin’s tongue tasting her like an exotic dessert. Andi whimpered as the sensations rippled through her whole body. Her fingers dug into the sand, and her heart raced as Kaitlin continued her intimate caress until she finally exploded.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
A Stone Creek Christmas
Stone Creek veterinarian Olivia O'Ballivan communicates easily with animals, but men are another story. Especially rugged architect-turned-rancher Tanner Quinn. Olivia's uncanny bond with his daughter Sophie's pony has him questioning her sanity, while she wonders if he's not just a drugstore cowboy. Then twelve-year-old Sophie conspires with Olivia to get Tanner into the spirit of Christmas. But will a holiday miracle transform the globe-trotting Tanner into a rancher—and family man—for all seasons?
At Home In Stone Creek
Everyone in Ashley O'Ballivan's life is marrying and starting families—except her. But why bother dating when no one can compare to Jack McCall, the man who left her heartbroken years ago? Now he's back in town —and maybe he isn't who she thinks he is.
While recovering from a dangerous mission for the DEA, security expert Jack rents a room in Ashley's bed-and-breakfast. For both their sakes, he tries to keep his distance, though neither can deny the growing spark between them. But when his past catches up with him, he'll have to leave again just as he realizes where he's always belonged—in Stone Creek.
After losing her boyfriend and her job, Maddie leaves L.A. to claim her inheritance-a ramshackle inn nestled in the little town of Lucky Harbor, Washington. She sees the potential for a new home and a new career-if she can give the inn the makeover it needs. Enter Jax, a tall, handsome contractor who knows exactly what Maddie needs...
The Sweetest Thing
Helping her sister set up the family inn is just the thing to make Tara forget her ex-husband and focus on her new life. Until she meets a sexy, green-eyed sailor determined to keep her hot, bothered, and in his bed. When her ex reappears, Tara must confront her past and decide what she really wants.
If the sisters are lucky, they might just find that everything their hearts desire is right here in Lucky Harbor.
Two Men Are One Too Many . . .
Tara has a thousand good reasons not to return to the little coastal town of Lucky Harbor, Washington. Yet with her life doing a major crash-and-burn, anywhere away from her unfulfilled dreams and sexy ex-husband will do. As Tara helps her two sisters get their newly renovated inn up and running, she finally has a chance to get things under control and come up with a new plan for her life.
But a certain tanned, green-eyed sailor has his own ideas, such as keeping Tara hot, bothered . . . and in his bed. And when her ex wants Tara back, three is a crowd she can't control-especially when her deepest secret reappears out of the blue. Now Tara must confront her past and discover what she really wants. If she's lucky, she might just find that everything her heart desires is right here in Lucky Harbor.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Rough Riders, Book 10
Jessie McKay has accepted her marriage to Luke McKay wasn’t perfect. After two years of widowhood, she’s ready to kick up her bootheels—until Luke’s younger brother shows up to spoil her fun. But if Brandt thinks she’ll ever take orders from another McKay male, he’s got manure for brains.
Brandt McKay has avoided his sweet, sexy sister-in-law ever since the night he confessed his feelings for her weren’t the brotherly type. Unexpectedly faced with proof of Luke’s infidelity, Brandt is forced to ask for Jessie’s help in taking care of Luke’s young son. Jessie agrees on one condition—she wants Brandt’s boots exclusively under her bed for the duration.
The sexual heat that’s always simmered between them ignites. Brandt is determined to make the temporary situation permanent, proving to Jessie he’s a one-woman man. And Jessie is shaken by feelings she’s sworn never to have again for any man…especially not a McKay.
Warning: Contains branding-iron-hot sex , the one McKay on earth who wants to be tamed, and a woman who’s decided tame is for nice girls who finish last.