FOR SPARROW Cover Reveal!

Introducing the cover of FOR SPARROW, Book 3 in The Dream Dominant Collection!

FOR SPARROW joins LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND as the third stand-alone light BDSM erotic romance novel featuring sexy Dominant men and the strong redhaired submissives who can’t resist them.

Here’s the description of FOR SPARROW.

When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated.  He’s the only man she’s ever loved.  Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years.  Now she’s lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant.

But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet.

Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend.  But it’s a damn odd arrangement—a platonic Dom/sub relationship.  With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her.  At her husband’s funeral.

A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking.  But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.

Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi.  She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies.  In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive.  But that’s simply ridiculous.  He’s five years younger than she is.  He couldn’t possibly be interested in her.  Could he?

Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom.  It’s perfect for the time being.  Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?

And could it all end at the hands of a madman?

FOR SPARROW will be out October 3,
but you can pre-order now for just 99¢.
After release day, the regular price will be $2.99.

books2read.com/ForSparrow

Weekend Excerpt–FOR SPARROW

I am beyond excited to say that the official Cover Reveal of FOR SPARROW will be Monday, Sept. 4!

Jessi Crenshaw is devastated by the loss of her husband and Dominant. But it turns out that he made arrangements for her submissive needs in the event of his death.

Sexy Dominant firefighter/paramedic Judd Farris agrees to step into the role of Jessi’s Dom, at least until she finds one of her own. He’s a Dom without a sub, and she’s a sub without a Dom. For the time being, it works well.

But a platonic D/s relationship? How long can they honor the line they’ve drawn?

I know, the Cover Reveal isn’t until Monday, Sept. 4. But for now, here’s a little teaser…

Mission accomplished, Sir.

His grin broadened.  Mission accomplished.  Had she already had her allotted orgasm?

He looked up to see that Alex had returned and was watching him closely.  “Good message?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s just…”  Judd stood.  “If you’ll excuse me for a minute.  I’ll be right back.”

Dodging gyrating dancers and the crowd around the bar, Judd made his way to the sidewalk outside, where it was much quieter, despite the fact that he could still hear the deep pounding bass of the music inside the club.  He opened Jessi’s message again and pressed the telephone icon.

“Hello?” she answered tentatively.

“Mission accomplished?  That was fast,” he laughed.

“Shit!  Well, oops, sorry, I just…  Well, I didn’t think you’d call.  Geez!”

“Two words do not a report make, little one.  I need details.”  He grinned, picturing her discomfort.

“Details?  Seriously?”

“Um-hmm, starting with, where were you?”

“In the bathtub.”

“Were there bubbles?”

“Yes, there were bubbles.  And candles, too.”

“Good, this is sounding good.  And you touched yourself where?”

“You know where I touched myself,” she quipped huffily.

“Humor me, little one.”

She sighed loudly.  “I started with my breasts and moved to my pussy.”

“Okay, did you use a tool?”  Judd realized that he was becoming immensely aroused.

“A tool?  Like a dildo?  Yes, I used my rabbit.”

“Ooh, penetration.  I like it.  And did you come?”

“Yes, Sir, only once, just like you said.”  She sounded pleased with herself.

“Good girl.  Were you thinking naughty thoughts?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!  Everybody thinks naughty thoughts when they…”

Judd knew he was enjoying this way too much.  He swallowed a laugh.  “When they what, little one?”

Her heard her huff.  “When they masturbate.”  She whispered the last word.  “Oh, my God!”

“Nicely done, Jessi.  A full and complete report.  It’s a shame that you used up your one cummie so quickly.  It’s going to be a long week for you.”

“Yeah, and thanks to your detailed report, I’m feeling horny again.”

Judd burst out laughing.  “You are something, Jessi.  Listen, I suppose that one orgasm a week might not be quite enough.  Suppose we say that you can have a total of three for the week.  But I’m going to want a report on each one.”

“You know, having to file a report takes a little of the fun right out of the whole thing,” Jessi complained.

Judd laughed again.  “We could probably find a happy medium between two words and an in-depth play-by-play.  Something we’ll work on, okay?”

Jessi laughed, too.  “I like that idea.  And Judd, thanks again for everything today.”

“You’re very welcome,” he answered.  He looked up to see Alex leading Trish and Amanda out of the club.  “Have a good night, Jessi.  We’ll be in touch.”

“You do the same.  Have a great week.”

Judd smiled fondly as he swiped off his phone.

Alex regarded him carefully.  “Come on, bud, let’s take Amanda home.”

You can come right back here Monday and see the beautiful cover designed by erotic romance author and graphic design genius Linzi Basset.  I’ll also announce the release date, and the special pre-order price.

If you want to be in the know before Monday, join my Facebook group, Pandora’s Passionista Paradise.  The Passionistas will receive a private Cover Reveal on Sunday night.

 

 

Cover Reveal–Italian Playboy by Holly J. Gill

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Title: Italian Playboy

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Can A Playboy Ever Be Tamed?

 

 

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I’m an arrogant, self-righteous Italian guy who

only thinks through one thing… I never see the same woman twice – it’s my rule.

I throw the most outrageously wicked and sexy parties for my own satisfaction

and relish on women like I do my fine dining. I’m a playboy by day and a

playboy by night. They call me the Italian Playboy and I love it! Only, all of

that changed one night when a dark haired beauty stepped into one of my sex

parties. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her. But no sooner

than my eyes had met her naked body, she was gone. I had to find her. And I

wouldn’t stop until I did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cover Reveal! DESTINY by Holly J. Gill

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Destiny by Holly J Gill

The anticipated cover reveal from Holly J Gill is finally here.  Check out the exciting blurb!

Are you ready for Mr. Wright?

She is his addiction—his misfit.

She has got under his skin, opened his heart and forced herself in.

Luke Wright sits under his father running a multinational company ‘Wrights Enterprisers’. Much to his frustration, he is called to sort out a department, forcing him to miss a trip to New York. However, when he walks in, he sees a young woman and becomes powerless, losing his morals, and begins breaking his own rules.

Can she be his Destiny?

Why can’t she stop fantasizing about him?

Destiny Love is young and wants for nothing and is determined to make it in London. Things aren’t quite going to plan, though, and to top it off there’s a new bossman, meaning new rules. Will Mr. Wright give her a chance to prove herself?

Drumroll, please…

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Get to know Holly J. Gill:

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A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

Writing is where Holly’s heart is…

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Lost & Bound Cover Reveal!

lost-boundJust in time for the New Year, here’s the cover of Lost & Bound, my new contemporary erotic romance novel, which goes on sale January 31.  It joins Luke & Bella as the second book in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels.

Here’s Lost & Bound, in a nutshell.

Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy.  Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling.  But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.

When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks.  There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.

Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation.  Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.

Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that.  He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world.  The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.

Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?

Lost & Bound is Book 2 in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone erotic romance novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible.  It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship.  It is intended for mature audiences.

Read a naughty little teaser:

After painting the exteriors of the first two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break.  In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for their lunch.  “How’s that plug feeling, kitten?” he asked as he sat across the table.

“It’s fine.  I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt.”

His grin was sly.  “Does it feel good?”

She shifted uneasily in her chair.  “I just know that my pussy is about to go up in flames if it doesn’t get some relief soon.”

Blake laughed.  “We’ll see what we can do about that.”  Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over.  A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor around her feet.  He released his monster erection and impaled her roughly.

“Oh, shit, yes!” she panted.

After three strokes, he pulled out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.

Shasta, still leaning over the counter, watched him incredulously.  “Are you kidding me?!”

Blake smirked confidently and gave her a wink.  “I’m telling you, kitten, by tonight you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass.”

Lost & Bound is out January 31.  Want to read more?

You can use this Universal Link to pre-order your own copy:

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The official Lost & Bound book trailer was actually leaked a few days ago.  Watch it here:

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Cover Reveal! Plus, An Introduction

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Just in time for the holidays…

Luke & Bella has a brand new look!  The brilliant Eeva Lancaster of The Book Khaleesi has designed a sexy new cover for my first novel.  It’s now the first book of my Dream Dominant Collection.

Like all of my books, Luke & Bella is literary erotic romance.  While some of my books, Rannigan’s Redemption for example, feature sexy vanilla couples, others like Luke & Bella have a light BDSM flavor.  I felt like I needed to let readers know what they’re getting when they read my books.

I love reading all kinds of erotic romance, and I love stories that feature BDSM.  Within that genre, there are many different shades, if you’ll pardon the pun.  There are tons of stories out there about billionaire Dominants who sweep submissive women off their feet in the most romantic, erotic ways.  Who doesn’t love that?

But I wanted to do something different.  The reality is that there are lots of couples who live the D/s lifestyle, and most of them aren’t billionaires.  I want to tell the stories of ordinary people who have embraced their D/s souls, living out their journeys without benefit of huge bank accounts and a household staff.

Introducing… The Dream Dominant Collection!  Books in the Dream Dominant Collection are stand-alone novels featuring hot, sexy Dominant regular men, and smart, sexy, strong red-haired (of course, #MoreGingersInErotica) submissive women who may or may not have realized their true natures at the start of the stories.

Here’s a sexy little excerpt from Luke & Bella:

Bella padded out into the sitting room in her pajamas, a thin black tank with pink bottoms.  Looking down, she realized she wouldn’t feel comfortable dressed this way if Luke came in, so she went back for a bathrobe.  Still hot from the bath, however, she draped the robe over a chair thinking she could grab it when she heard the door.  If, that is, I’m still up when he comes back, she considered.

She poured another glass of wine and wandered to the french doors, watching as lightning streaked across the sky, occasionally replacing the warm glow of the firelight that filled the suite with flashes of cold blue.  Large raindrops peppered the glass as the wind whipped the hotel, Edinburgh castle lit up and barely visible in the distance.  It’s such a lovely place, Bella thought.  Such a cozy night.  I could curl up now and fall asleep to the sound of the storm.

Instead, she sat on the floor in front of the fire, laptop before her.  Luke had dumped the raw video and created folders on the desktop.  She perused them one by one.  Airport, Ailsa, McTavish’s, Distillery…Hmmm…Let’s start at the end and go backwards, she decided.  Distillery it is.

She was completely engrossed in the video of their lunch with Nevin and Maw when Luke suddenly burst through the door.  Every molecule of her body went rigid and a strange gasping scream rolled up from her toes.

“Jesus H., McGillicutty!” she exclaimed, jumping up.  “You scared the shit out of me!”

He started to reply and couldn’t.  For a moment all he could do was stare.  She was dressed in a black tank top with pink pajama bottoms.  And, he noticed, she wasn’t wearing a bra, erect nipples pointing toward the ceiling.  Probably had something to do with being startled out of her skin, he realized.  She’d been working on the computer.  There was a glass of wine next to her.

“Are you ok?” she asked, more softly.  She flushed, understanding the focus of his gaze and belatedly she realized she’d left the robe on the other side of the room.

“Um, yeah,” he answered.  “I was just ready to come back.  Is there more wine?”

“Sure,” she answered gently, “but you’re absolutely drenched.  I’ll get you a towel.”  Her robe was on a chair next to the bedroom door, but the wine made her feel bold, so she ignored it.  Let him look, she thought, and she felt her nipples harden again at the idea.

Bella returned with a fluffy white towel from the bathroom.  “You’re dripping water everywhere,” she observed quietly as she handed him the towel.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

She shrugged.  “Not my floor,” she replied.  “I can hang your shirt over the shower,” she offered.

Luke pulled the buttoned chambray shirt over his head, the way men so often do.  Bella shook her head.  Why don’t they ever use the buttons? she wondered irritably.  He handed her the shirt, murmuring his thanks, and began to dry off using the towel.  She eyed his muscular shoulders and broad chest, appreciating the fact that the latter was dusted with salt and pepper hair, oddly enough white on the left side, black on the right, with a black line trailing down his toned abs toward…  Focus, girlfriend, she scolded herself.

When she returned from hanging his shirt, he’d finished toweling off and had draped the towel around the back of his neck.  Bella poured him a glass of wine and topped off her own as well.  Turning, she walked to him and handed him his glass of wine.  “What’s going on, Cowboy?” she asked.  He looked at her, startled.  “I’ve heard you call yourself that.  I like it,” she shrugged, replying to his unasked question.

“Like I said, I was ready to be back,” he explained.  “The pub was noisy and I was tired.  How’s the footage?” he asked, steeling himself for her reaction.

“Great!” she answered, smiling.  “Beyond great, actually.  I was already happy with the content, but Luke, the lighting, the angles, the composition…You have an amazing eye.”

Luke couldn’t believe his good luck; she hadn’t seen his video from the airport.  He sipped his wine and watched her looking at him, concern still showing on her face.  He gently touched her arm, lightly stroking from her shoulder to her elbow.  Bella felt electricity ripple through her body and she stopped breathing.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

After a beat, she recovered enough to try to make light of his words.  “Missed me?” she laughed lightly.  “You were gone for a couple of hours.”  Nervously, she turned and moved to the french doors again, the better to watch the storm and get a little space.

Towel still hanging around his neck, Luke followed her to the window and stood behind her, looking over her head and out at the storm.  He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and she stilled breathlessly.  Leaning down, he caressed her right shoulder with his lips.  “Bella,” he whispered, and he turned her to face him.

She looked up at him, breath ragged.  He moved his hand to lightly stroke her jaw line with his thumb.  “I missed you,” he said again, his eyes dark.  He traced her lips with his index finger and Bella struggled to catch her breath.  “I want to kiss you,” he said.  “Would that be okay?”  Bella, brown eyes wide, could only nod assent.

Luke leaned in to her slowly; it seemed like it took a week for him to reach her, and then his lips were on hers, gently at first and then more intense, more demanding.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, her kiss matching the fervor of his.  He held her waist, slowly moving his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her in to him.

Luke moved his right hand up until it cupped her left breast and she moaned into his kiss.  Then he brushed her nipple with his thumb, causing her to gasp.  “I want you,” he breathed into her ear.

Bella leaned back and looked at him, eyes shining with desire, her heart pounding.  She buried her hands in the hair on his chest, then looked back up at him again.  Luke tugged at the front of her tank top, pulling it down to expose her left breast with its hard pink nipple and he covered it with his mouth, licking and suckling hard.  She arched her back forcing her breast closer to him.

“Oh, God, Cowboy!” she breathed.  “Please…”

He looked up at her and grinned.  “Please what?” he teased.

“Oh, please…” she managed.

He gripped her shirt by the bottom and pulled it over her head, standing back to admire her.  “Jesus, Bella,” he breathed, taking in the sight of her before he wrapped her in his arms again.

He lay her gently on the floor in front of the fire.  “Put your arms over your head,” he whispered, and she complied.  Lightly, he brushed her body with his fingertips starting at her hands, then down her arms and across her breasts, down her stomach…He paused at the pajama pants, then slid his hand over the mound between her thighs, caressing through the fabric.  She bucked and brought her hands down to his shoulders, but he took them lightly and replaced them over her head.

“Shh, be still,” he whispered.  Gently, he tugged at the pajama pants and pulled them down and off, panties and all, so that she lay naked before him, firelight reflecting off her body.

“Seems to me you’re way overdressed, Cowboy,” Bella said, gazing up at him, her voice husky.

“We’ll fix that,” he grinned as he unbuckled his belt, undid his khakis, and stepped out of them, revealing black boxer briefs containing an impressive erection.  Bella chewed her lower lip in anticipation.  Luke knelt over her, leaning down to kiss her, and then stretched out beside her, head propped up on his left elbow, allowing his right hand explore her form.

“I want to touch you,” she breathed.  He nodded so she brought her hands down, first running her fingers through the hair on his chest before coming to rest on his hard sex.

He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure.  “Oh, baby, you’ve got to stop or this will be over way too fast.”  Removing her hand, he reached to stroke between her legs, caressing and circling before sliding a finger inside.  Bella buck and gasped, almost coming right there.

“Well, well, m’lady, you seem to be ready for me,” he whispered.

“Please Cowboy, I want you,” she begged.

Luke pushed himself up over her, shimmying out of his boxer briefs.  “As m’lady wishes,” he breathed into her ear, and he began stroking her soft folds with himself before pushing inside.    Her center was warm and wet and the pleasure was intoxicating.

He felt Bella grip him and she began to rock her hips up and down, matching his rhythm and increasing with his intensity.

“It’s okay, baby girl, let it go,” Luke whispered.  And she did.

“Oh, Cowboy!” she cried as she shuddered, gasping.

He was close behind her, his own ecstasy tearing through him like a freight train. “Fuck!  Bella!” he gasped and then collapsed beside her.

You can get your copy of Luke & Bella here:

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The next book in the Dream Dominant Collection will be Lost & Bound, due out in January.  Keep watching right here for the cover reveal, coming soon!

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Rannigan’s Redemption Collection Cover Reveal!

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Introducing…

The Rannigan’s Redemption Collection boxed set!

This set is Michael and Maggie’s entire story and includes all three novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.

In a nutshell, what is Rannigan’s Redemption all about?

Rannigan’s Redemption is contemporary erotic romance.  It’s the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.

Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She’s smart and good her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing.

And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.

One night of passion tears them apart. And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives.

A moment of desperation brings them back together. After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.

And he’s grateful. He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself.

How about a little taste of Rannigan’s Redemption?

This is probably a bad idea.  Maggie stood on the terrace of Michael’s apartment looking out over the city.  It looked magical after dark, all dotted with twinkling lights.  Even the traffic sounds were muted from this height.  Lost in thought as she was, Michael’s voice startled her.

“That’s better.  Can I get you something?”

She turned to see that he’d exchanged his suit for jeans and a faded forest green t-shirt.  His feet were bare.  “Come on in, I’ll pour you something.”

Wordlessly, she followed him back inside the apartment.  Baseball was playing on the huge flat-screen television; the sound was low.  Michael turned to her.  “Relax,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement.  “We’re not at work anymore.”

He continued on to the bar.  Maggie stopped by the kitchen counter where she’d dropped her purse, stepping out of her black pumps and removing the jacket of her black skirt suit, folding it carefully and laying it over the back of the couch.

She felt vaguely uncomfortable and rubbed her arms, now bare in her sleeveless grey chiffon blouse, as she crossed the room to the bar.  Michael was behind the sleek black counter, his back turned, so she sat on one of the ultra-modern black bar stools, tucking her feet carefully onto the footrest as she noticed the mirrored front of the bar.  He was reaching into the glass-fronted oak cabinet that complimented the apartment’s light hardwood floor.  From this vantage point she could appreciate the way his shirt hugged his torso, the contours of his shoulders and back evident as he moved.

Focus, Maggie.  She cleared her throat.  “This really is a beautiful apartment.”

He glanced over his shoulder.  “But not your style,” he quipped, grinning.

Maggie blushed.  “I like more classical design, of course, but this is very nice,” she said, fidgeting with her bracelet.

Michael turned around and placed two heavy glass tumblers on the counter.  Beside the glasses he placed a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve bourbon.  Maggie frowned slightly and looked up at him.  “This isn’t the same bottle I gave you a few years ago, is it?”

He grinned.  “Yes, it is.”

She shook her head.  “But how…?  I mean, why didn’t you drink it?”  Her face fell.  “You didn’t like it.”

“Are you kidding?  I love this.  I only bring it out for special occasions, for people I know will appreciate it.”  He poured for them both.  “Every year you get me great bourbon, but the year you gave me this?”  He lifted the bottle admiringly.  “You knocked it out of the park.”  He replaced the bottle and walked around the bar to where she sat.  On the bar stool she was as tall as Michael.

Maggie snickered.  “Baseball reference.”

Michael laughed and lifted his glass.  “To baseball, especially my Yankees, may they win the pennant!”  Maggie laughed and touched her glass to his.

“And, to friends,” he added, regarding her warmly.

Maggie sipped quietly, blushing again.  She set down her glass and turned to look out the huge wall of windows, fidgeting absently with her bracelet again.

Michael nodded at her wrist.  “Is that the one I gave you?” he asked.

She looked down, surprised.  “It is.  I forgot that I had it on.  I wear it a lot, actually, but most of the time it’s hidden beneath my sleeves.”  She held it out for him to see.  “I love it.  It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever owned,” she said earnestly.

Michael took her hand and looked closely at the bracelet, fingering the moonstones and turning it around her wrist.  “You should have beautiful things,” he murmured.  He lifted her hand and turned it over, gently pressing her palm to his lips.

Maggie felt her heart pound.  She’d had a lot of bourbon.  That could explain the rush of heat she felt.  It could.  She slowly moved her hand to cup his jaw, feeling the prickle of his ever-present five o’clock shadow.  His soulful brown eyes drew her like a magnet, as though some invisible force pulled her to him, or him to her, it was hard to tell.

“Aw, Mags,” he breathed, just before their lips met.  Like the handful of other times they’d kissed, the heat was instant, the hunger and desperation, tongues seeking and finding.  When he pulled back she was breathless.

“I should probably go,” she whispered.  She slid off the stool and unsteadily stepped away from the bar.  Michael shoved his hands in his pockets and followed her to the kitchen counter where she’d left her things.  Maggie stopped at the counter, her back to him, and she closed her eyes.

“I wish…” he began, and stopped.

Maggie licked her lips, eyes still closed.  “What do you wish?”  Her voice was husky.

Michael lightly caressed her upper arms with his finger tips and nuzzled the back of her neck through her long red hair.  “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

Maggie felt her skin prickle with goosebumps, her nipples tighten and extend.  She felt a surge of moist heat at the apex of her thighs.  Michael brushed aside her hair and streamed tiny kisses down her neck from behind her ear down to her collarbone and as he did, a low whimper escaped her lips.

Maggie turned slowly.  She could see the heat in his eyes and she knew he saw the same reflected in her own.  She placed the flat of her palms on his chest and dragged them slowly down his body to the hem of his shirt.  He felt firm and tight.

Eyes on his, she moved her hands under the shirt, resting them on his belly and he closed his eyes, groaning slightly.  She moved in to kiss the corner of his mouth then traced kisses along the jawline she’d held a moment ago.

Michael pressed into her, pinning her against the counter and he gripped her hair, gently pulling her face up to meet his.  His brown eyes smoldered with desire and he stared into hers briefly before pressing his lips to hers with bruising intensity.

Maggie moved her hands up to touch his face again, to tangle her fingers in his hair, and she kissed him with matching ferocity.  His hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her even closer, his arousal pressing hard against her leg.  Slowly he drew his hand up her body to her breast, which he cupped and kneaded, finding her erect nub and giving it extra attention.

She gasped into his kiss and he broke away from her lips, looking down as he tugged her blouse free from the waist of her skirt and worked the buttons open, exposing her smoke grey lace bra.

He looked back up at her, a question in his eyes.  In response, she pulled up on the hem of his shirt.  Michael grinned and wasted no time whipping the green t-shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor.  Returning his attention to her, he gently traced the lace trim of her bra with his fingers before tugging down the demi-cups, freeing her full, round tits.

“Holy…” he whispered, burying his face between them, kissing her sternum lightly before covering first one pebble-hard nipple then the other with his mouth, suckling and working them with his tongue.

Maggie leaned her head back, moaning with pleasure.  She could feel moisture begin to slide down her legs.  As if he sensed it, Michael moved his hand between her thighs and slid it up to her moist center, caressing her through her panties.

“Oh, God, Michael,” she gasped.

There was concern on his face when he looked up.  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes flew open.  “No!  Please don’t stop,” she begged.

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