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Blurb
Lela may be the wife of a
famous singer but on Christmas Eve, she finds herself home alone. As she
waits for Shane to come home for the holidays, Lela wonders if fame has changed
their lives too much. Shane's out on the road almost all the time while
she keeps the home fires burning. Shane's failure to arrive sends her
into a bout of self-pity but when he finally makes it home, she learns things
are much different than they seem.
Teaser
He tasted of
peppermints and a fainter hint of good bourbon, pleasant and familiar. Heat kindled between their lips and fire
ignited between them as his mouth teased hers into desire. His kiss pleasured her mouth but evoked waves
of want in her body, sweet thrills of delight rippling with need. As her body
eased into the familiar tension, the yearning just one thing could relieve,
Lela curled herself closer against Shane until she felt his hard cock move
against her.
He pulled away her robe and stripped
her flannel nightgown away. Shane’s
large hands roamed over her body, caressing and fondling. He knew just where to touch to evoke her
reaction, how to stroke her to increase her desire to a fever pitch. Lela’s hands jerked at his shirt, fumbled the
buttons until she could take it off.
When she did, Shane unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, bare as
the day he came into the world beneath the denim. She admired his shaft and reached out to take
it into her hand. As she began to caress
him, Shane pulled his mouth away from hers to latch onto her left nipple where
he suckled. Extreme pleasure flowed
through her body as she arched her back to get maximum reaction. He switched to her right breast, hand cupping
it as he tongued around her sensitive nipple until she whimpered with need.
Shane’s fingers moved to her mound
where he stroked until her inner pulsing increased so much Lela thought she’d
die if she didn’t get satisfaction soon.
Her own fingers tangled in his hair, longer than he’d once worn it then
moved to rake his back with her fingernails like a she-animal. He groaned with pleasure and maneuvered her
toward the antique couch. Lela sprawled
on it, legs spread open and he entered her fast and harsh with the power of a
river flowing into her body. From the
first connection she spasmed with glad satisfaction as each ripple grew until
waves of erotic enchantment bewitched her.
He worked her and she gave back,
moving beneath him to offer the release they both sought. At last they shuddered together in a climax
powerful enough they slid from the couch onto the hard wood floors with a
crash. Still connected, the final
spirals of bliss spinning them through a rush of delight they burst into
laughter, a happy sound carrying them the rest of the way. After he caught his breath, he scooped her
into his arms and returned her to the couch where they lay intertwined,
firelight playing a game of light and shadow over their nude flesh.
***
Are
you afraid of the dark? Serial killers lurk among the living as well as the
dead. For many of us we could never understand. Meet the fine officers who put
their lives on the line every day in a dark and dangerous city. For one –
secrets threaten everything he knows…
Terror
grips the city of New Orleans. The second in a series of gruesome, torture
based murders occurs within two weeks of the first and the only connection is
an email sent to both female victims’ husbands with two words – die, whore. Detectives Stephen Winters
and Tremane Foster are assigned to the case. The crimes based on infidelity,
there are few clues and the city is under siege as Mardi Gras looms around the
corner. For Stephen, the case hits a little too close to home. Having found his
ex-wife in bed with his best friend, he understands the burn of betrayal.
As
they delve deeper into the slaughters and additional damning information is
uncovered about the secret lives of the victims, Stephen is reminded of his
continued anguish. And just when the two detectives think they have a possible
lead, insinuations are made about Stephen’s new wife, Samantha, and his partner
of five years and Stephen is forced to face the very demon dwelling deep
inside. Again. Would she be unfaithful?
As
the murders continue and the city is locked down, there’s a race against time
to find the killer. Taunted by a past he can’t forget and growing evidence of a
heated tryst, the killer strikes again and Stephen’s forced to make a choice
that could change his life forever.
***
Nancy LaPonzina
Teaser
She reached for the steering
wheel and grabbed it to pull herself straight up against the car seat. She’d
called Dan then Leyla Jo she remembered, but how much time had passed
altogether? The correct timing could be off. The car motor wasn’t running, yet
every blue, green, and red dashboard light blazed. An annoying, electronic ping
sounded intermittently and a hazed crack traveled the windshield. Laurinda
snapped her tightly held cell closed, and looked up. There was a guy running
straight toward her from up the stretch of road.
Please, don’t be coming here, she pleaded, and gingerly twisted around for a look
behind her. Maybe there was something else back there on the road? But no, her
predicament was the only event to be seen. As he got closer, she saw the
concern on his face and knew he was coming to help.
"Hey!" he called,
"Okay in there?" He choked out the words, breathing hard from his run
as he approached her car door. The stranger towered above her in the sports
car. He doubled down to face her.
"Deer," she
stammered. Laurinda felt awkward at what must look like a ridiculous scene. A
sports car tilted wildly to its side, stuck somehow and not another car to be
seen. "They charged out across the road from over that way. I swerved, and
missed them." Who was this guy standing here? Couldn’t this all just go
away? And when would that horn stop?
***
Suzanna C. Ryan
Teaser
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“I’ll have a Martini,” she said
loudly over the music.
Carl turned to the bar and
motioned for the bartender to mix up two, and dirty. When he handed her the
glass, she smiled.
“How did you know I like them
dirty?” she said and moved in closer to him so he could hear her.
“I figured you were an olive
type of girl,” he said, looking down at her.
He watched her smile then down
the liquid in one gulp. Shit, did she have any idea what drinking a Martini
like that could do? He took the glass from her and put it on the bar. She
raised her hand and held up one finger, indicating she wanted another. He shook
his head no then saw Diane walking toward them. He drank his Martini and smiled
at the pleasant looking older woman.
“So this is a rather crazy
place. Noisy, getting too old for this,” Diane said.
“Mom, it’s so cool. I love the
band and it’s free drinks, what more could you ask for,” Aurora said. Diane
hugged her and that’s when she noticed the silver angel pin on her sweater.
“Wow how beautiful, who gave
you this, it’s stunning,” Diane asked.
“Mr. Peters, he said to go
along with the gold one you gave me. I love it,” Aurora said.
“Carl, thank you. That was so
thoughtful of you.” Diane said.
He smiled and motioned to her,
waving his hand in an effort to tell her it was nothing. Diane came over to him
and kissed his cheek.
***
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