They say still waters run deep.
In the tiny lakeside town of Midnight Cove,
still waters harbor dark secrets.
Writer Bree Blaylock has left behind an abusive relationship for a fresh start in the small town of Midnight Cove. All she wants is a quiet place to finish writing her next novel. She didn’t count on living in a haunted house. But as she’s learned, the living are always more dangerous than the dead.
She also didn’t count on falling for her sexy new neighbor, local lawman Jake Hansen. But it seems that fate had other plans.
Can Jake keep her safe from the dangerous old secrets that threaten to destroy her?
Here’s a steamy little snippet from MIDNIGHT COVE.
Once the front door was locked behind them, they were magnetically drawn back together, lips locked as they shrugged out of their jackets. Breathless, Bree stepped back and looked up at Jake. He watched her curiously as if to see what she had in mind.
Unwilling to leave room for any ambiguity, she began unbuttoning his shirt, pressing a kiss to his chest with each button.
“Holy shit, Bree,” he groaned.
Emboldened by his response, with his shirt all the way undone, she lightly licked her way up from his navel to his breastbone.
He lifted her chin and kissed her passionately, grabbing the hem of her sweater and lifting it off over her head.
Thank God I wore my best bra, she thought.
Stepping back, he gazed down at her and shook his head. “Holy shit, Bree,” he repeated. He reached up to lightly finger the black lace of her bra before he gently squeezed her breasts and kissed her again.
As she welcomed his lips, she felt his hands slide around her sides and up her back where he made short work of the clasp. She shrugged slightly, and the straps slid down her arms.
Jake broke the kiss, glancing down at her bare breasts. He slid his hands up her taut belly to cup them, to heft their weight. Then he brushed his thumbs across her tight pink points, and Bree gasped as goosebumps danced over her body.
Jake’s voice was husky. “Where’s the bed?”
Smiling, Bree took his hand and tugged him up the stairs. Tail wagging, Murphy padded along behind them. At the bedroom door, Bree stopped. “Nope, buddy, this is as far as you go,” she said to the dog.
Jake chuckled softly. “Sorry, Murph. Adults only.” He closed the door, leaving the dog in the hallway.
When she reached behind her waist to unfasten her skirt, he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. “Let me.” His tone was soft, reverent even, as desire flickered in his eyes.
Pressing another kiss to her lips, he slid his hands around to the zipper on the back of her skirt, slowly lowering it and allowing the garment to slide to the floor.
Breaking the kiss, he held her hand to steady her as she stepped out of the skirt. Again, Bree was grateful that her black lace thong matched the bra she’d chosen for the evening.
“Lie back on the bed,” he urged her softly.
Heart ticking in anticipation, Bree did as he asked, stretching out across the bed with her legs still hanging over the edge. She watched as he shucked his jeans and moved toward her in gun-metal grey boxer briefs, nudging her legs apart with his knee. Her eyes were drawn to the enormous bulge currently shrouded in grey fabric.
“I want to see,” she whispered.
His crooked smirk was beyond hot. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and slid the skivvies down his thighs, releasing his monster erection.
“Oh, my,” Bree breathed.
With a sexy arch of his eyebrow, he lowered himself over her body, trailing light kisses from the top of her thong up her belly to between her breasts. There, he paused, moving to lavish attention to each pert nipple. Ripples of pleasure made Bree gasp.
Jake’s lips continued their journey to the hollow of her throat, then up the side of her neck. Bree’s skin was awash in goosebumps.
“Now, I want to see,” he murmured into her ear.
He moved to her lips, bestowing a decadent kiss. When he moved further, she opened her eyes and watched breathlessly as he made his way back down her body and used his teeth to gently tug down the black lace thong. With a wry grin, he tossed the panties over his shoulder.
“What do you know?” he chuckled. “Red down here, too.”
He tilted his head, his expression suddenly serious. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Oh, God, yes!” Bree nodded quickly.
The seductive smirk returned, and he lowered himself between her knees. Unable to see him, Bree gazed up at the ceiling and smiled happily as she felt him use his thumbs to part her outer lips.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I need a taste.”
Bree’s eyes slammed shut, and her head tilted back as he began to worship her sex with his tongue, caressing her with long sensuous strokes.
“Holy…” Bree breathed through clenched teeth as she felt her climax building. She slammed her hands on the bed beside her, clutching handfuls of the duvet for dear life.
“Oh, shit, I’m about to come,” she hissed.
She felt the vibration of his chuckle against her sweet spot. “Come on, baby, it’s all you right now.”
Panting furiously, Bree gave herself over to wave after wave of pleasure, finally crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm tumbled over her. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, she lowered her hand to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Stop,” she gasped, “oh, please stop!”
Again, he chuckled. “Too much so soon? We’re just getting started.”MIDNIGHT COVE by Pandora Spocks
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