A jilted bride...a sexy sea captain...love at first touch
Leaving behind a wintry New York, stressed-out bride Teri Branton is determined to get the Caribbean honeymoon cruise she paid for — even without the groom.
Laidback Captain Jared MacKay instantly dislikes Teri's 6-inch heels and New York attitude. All Jared wants is the nap he’s earned—but this cruise looks like it will be all hands on deck.
Neither is prepared for their electrifying first touch.
Jared and Teri have one short week under the sultry Caribbean sun. Can Jared's slow hand lead them beyond torrid sex into a lifetime of love?
Dirty, dirty excerpt
… And still, this was just a kiss. A first kiss, a tentative kiss, an exploration of the attraction between them. A test.
His hands burrowed into her hair, cupped her head, and massaged her scalp as he took and took and took from her lips. She gave, and took back, swept up in the moment, in the exciting electricity that was Jared.
His lips eased from hers, traced her jaw, and skimmed down her neck, back up to her ear. His breath there sent powerful surges down her spine that bloomed deep inside her most private places.
“This is crazy or, I don’t know what it is, just something.” She stopped talking because she wasn’t sure what to say.
“Right?” he suggested. He pulled back, searched her eyes, held her loosely, ready even now to step back if she needed him to. “Because it is right, Teri.”
“Yes.” Unbelievably, it was. So right.
He opened and dropped his towel. His erection, heavy and jutting made her mouth go dry and her clit, plump and rosy, pulse with need.
She pulled herself up to sit on the counter. Arching backward Teri offered herself. She expected him to prod at her entrance, to rush to her core, to plunder where he could, like the pirate he was.
She propped herself on stiff arms, tilted her head back so her hair hung like a fall behind her, the tips grazing the countertop. She couldn’t make more of an offering than this. Vulnerable, open, her arms behind her, her legs spread to receive, her head thrown back. She could hear his labored breath, feel the arc of pulsing need, smell the arousal of her own flesh, sense the import of the act of possession.
“Do it.” She was braced and ready.
“Teri,” his voice held wonder, excitement, intimacy. “Look at me.”
She raised her head, opened one eye. He stood transfixed.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman, a more beautiful offering than this. But I need you to look at me. I need you to know who’s inside you.”
She nodded, befuddled. “Okay.”
“What’s my name?”
“Jared.”
“Who am I?” The demand in his voice was raw-edged, the words bitten off and harsh.
“Jared MacKay, captain of the SandJack.”
“What am I?”
“My pirate.”
He blinked when he heard the words. His face softened. When he looked at her again, she thrilled at what she saw in his gaze. She’d offered whatever he wanted sexually, made it plain he could do anything he liked.
He dropped to his knees. Oh, he liked that. . . . Thank you, thank you, she said in a silent plea. A flash of the actors crossed her mind’s screen and she shivered in anticipation of the touch of his tongue on her moist slit. Would it be powerful like a ravishing pirate or gentle and coaxing like a tentative lover?
His long callused fingers gripped her ankle, held her foot still.
She felt his mouth on her big toe and jerked, startled. But he held her foot still and moved on to the next toe. Fire raced up her leg from each touch of his tongue and set a throb to start inside. Pulsing and needy she bloomed for him as he set sparklers on each toe, giving each equal attention.
“Oh, Jared, that’s exquisite.”
“I’ve wanted to kiss these tiny perfect toes since you took your shoes off at the pier.”
“Just keep moving up my leg and I’ll be happy.”
His fingers slid to her knee. “You mean up to here?” He swirled her pinky toe into his mouth and tugged on it.
Her knee turned into a fireworks display at the same time her toe melted in his mouth. “Unnnnhh, higher.” She’d implode if he kept up this slow pace.
His fingers swirled behind her knee and probed delicately there, making her croon in desperation for him to move higher, but she knew asking him would only prolong the agony. He wanted to torture her.
“I didn’t know you were a tease,” she murmured.
“Unlike yourself?” The husky tone held humor, but she was too far gone to get the joke.
She counted the inches he crept. Two, then three, four. . . .
This was not what she expected. He ran a finger along her sole, sending shudders up her leg to her heart.
And then it came to her. “Is this payback for my game on deck with the lotion?”
He raised himself to lean over her, desire and deep humor blazing from his eyes. “Did you think I didn’t want my tongue on you? Your finger was less an inch from your clit. You threw your head back and the sun played across your skin in pink and red and I couldn’t tell if it was my eyes playing tricks or if you really were on fire.”
“I’m on fire now,” she said hoping beyond reason that he’d quench her and do it fast.
But his mouth quirked up into an evil, teasing grin and she knew down to her well-sucked toes, she was at his mercy. The pirate took complete control.
Multi-published author Bonnie Edwards lives with her husband and pets on the rainy coast of British Columbia. She believes life should be lived with joy and humour. You can find both in her earthy, irreverent, love stories. Sometimes her stories have a paranormal twist, likes curses and ghosts, other times not. But they’re always entertaining and guarantee a happy ending.
With three ongoing romance series (steamy paranormal, sexy contemporary and heartwarming Christmas) and contemporary family novels, she rarely spends a day without writing. She has written novels, novellas and short stories for Kensington Books, Harlequin Books, Carina Press, and Robinson (UK) although now she publishes her work herself. Look for more exciting releases throughout 2017 and 2018…
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1 comment:
Thanks for spotlighting Slow Hand! It was a blast to write two people alone on a boat. My oh my...wonder what they do with all that time?
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