Memory's Eye
Book 1: Hearts of Fire
by Ciana Stone
 
My name’s Memory and I have a slight problem. I walked out on a business I poured my heart and soul into and took off across country to “find myself”. No luck on finding me yet, but I found something I wasn’t expecting. Marco Redwing. Sexy? Hell, that doesn’t even come close. Oh, the things I long to do to him. The kicker? He has a crystal pendant that’s an exact match to the one I’ve worn since I was eighteen.
It’s almost too good to be true. Problem is, every time I’m around the man my crystal pendant goes crazy. Damn thing sends off energy spikes I’m afraid are going to electrocute me.
Could I really find the man of my dreams in this charming southern city? And that’s the real problem. The crystal is supposed to lead me to the man I’m destined to mate with. Which sounds damn fine to me. But it also lets me know there’s something not so good getting closer.
And that’s the rub. There’s a demon after me.
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Excerpt from Memory's Eye
©2009 Ciana Stone
Marco watched with anticipation as she put the CD into the player. Music filled the room and she turned toward him. She began to move, her body swaying and grinding to the beat. His eyes followed the movement of her hands as they moved up her body to her breasts. She cupped her breasts through the t-shirt then moved them lower to work the t-shirt up.
The bottoms of her breasts were revealed then she turned, pulling the shirt off and presenting him with her back. Holding the top over her breasts, she turned again, executed a seductive roll of her hips that had her sinking almost to the floor.
Now that was sex in motion. She held the position for a moment, knees bent and splayed out to the sides. He felt his erection straining at the fabric of his slacks, imagining her performing that same move, naked, and with him beneath her.
As she rose, she peeled the top away to bare her breasts and dropped it. Her hands moved to her breasts, cupping and caressing, thumbs circling her nipples as her hips continued to grind and roll.
Marco’s eyes moved from her breasts to her hips, those sexy moves making it increasingly uncomfortable to sit. When Memory unfastened the button of her shorts and started working them slowly down her hips, he had no choice but to readjust his jeans.
Memory pivoted so her back was to him again. Lower the pants slid, revealing a narrow strip of black material that circled her hips. An adjoining strip disappeared into the cleft of her ass. His eyes followed the path of the shorts, passion expanding with each new inch of skin revealed to him.
When the shorts slithered down her legs to puddle at her feet, she bent forward. The movement presented him with a view of her scrumptious ass, the thin strip of the thong cutting across her anus and joining with a narrow triangle of lace that did little to cover her sex. Need that was already burning developed sharpened claws.
Memory straightened and turned, crossing the room to him. Their eyes locked and she leaned over, her luscious breasts hanging full and inviting as she deftly worked the buttons on his shirt. The moment she parted the material to bare his chest, she lowered her mouth to his skin. Wet and warm, her tongue traced a trail of fire from his neck to his waist. All the while her hands worked at his belt and the zipper of his pants.
Memory lowered to her knees in front of him as she worked his jeans down over his hips and legs, pausing to remove his boots and socks in order to slide the jeans off and toss them to the side. Her hand was hot on his dick, stroking an erection that was strained and pulsing.
When her mouth closed on him, every nerve in his body was electrified. Her tongue circled the head, starting a burn that spread down its length, into his balls and radiated out. Marco peeled off his shirt and wound his fingers in her hair. Silken wetness enveloped him as she deep-throated him, each stroke driving the need higher.
Memory felt his need spike and knew that his control was weakening. He was close to climax. His hands tightened in her hair, pulling her up to meet his lips. One touch and the need to devour him was overwhelming. She gripped his face in both hands, plundering his mouth as their bodies strained against one another, need bringing perspiration bursting through their pores to slick their skin.
The world narrowed to the confines of the room, then smaller. All that existed was him. Nothing mattered but the feel of his body pressed against hers, the taste of him as his tongue filled her mouth, and the fire that burned inside her as his hands roamed down her back to cup her ass and press her firmly against his erection.
She ended the kiss and started another slow trek down his body, her lips and tongue working slowly toward their destination. As she knelt in front of him she felt his hands working onto her hair.
His grip tightened when she took him in her hand, running her tongue around the head of his penis, probing the tiny opening. Pre-cum gave him an exotic spicy flavor that was intoxicating. She licked at the tiny droplets, using her tongue to smooth the lubricant over the engorged head.
When she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and back up, a low groan came from him that had her desire burning even hotter. Knowing that her touch affected him so was exhilarating. She wanted to give him more, to take him higher and further than he’d ever gone.
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Coming February 5th!
Shards of Ecstacy
Book 2: Hearts of Fire
by T.J. Michaels
De’alla Isaacs is a typical executive business woman in Seattle, but away from the day job this sexy elemental has a more work to do—carry and protect a precious jewel. Each Piece of Eight is part of a key, the only thing standing between this world and complete demonic devastation.
Just when Dee has finally come to grips with her task, the one person in the whole wide world she never expected or wanted to meet walks into her life, into her office actually. Faison Dow. Celebrity. Playboy. All-out dog. Yet her stone calls to him. Why? Because he carries the other half.
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Excerpt from Shards of Ecstasy
©2009 T.J. Michaels
God, the muscles of her diaphragm were getting such a workout she wouldn’t have to do crunches for the next two weeks.
Well, no time for puzzling it out now. This was the launch of her new company and she simply couldn’t mess it up. The old man waiting on the other side of that door could make or break her. Mr. Dow had graciously agreed with her old firm, Daikuji Corporation of Japan, to work locally through De’alla’s firm here in Seattle. In turn she would fulfill the original contract obligations between Mr. Dow and Daikuji Corporation at a discounted rate and split the profit with her former employer.
It was a win/win situation. Dee’s company would be off the ground, Mr. Dow would save a little bit of money, and Daikuji Corporation would still maintain a connection with one of their oldest customers here in the States.
So, time to get to work. Dee took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Damn. Stupid zing was still there, only now it gently moved through her chest, radiated to her nipples, down her belly and settled at the juncture of her thighs. What the hell was going on?
“Why’d my damn Nature buddy have to take off now?” Dee grumbled, wishing she could talk to the companion that constantly occupied a small corner of her mind. Only that corner was uncharacteristically still while the energy that pulsed at the center of her bra grew bolder.
Dee left her desk, slipped into the bathroom adjacent to her new swanky office and splashed some cold water on her face. A quick glance in the mirror made her wince. Good thing she hardly ever wore make-up ‘cause any eye shadow would have her looking like a certified raccoon right about now. Turning away from the vanity with sure steps she strode toward her destiny.
“Okay, Dee. Go get ‘em girl.” Smoothing her hands down the navy blue pencil skirt, another deep breath saw De’alla at her desk just as the door opened.
She remained standing next to her chair as a short, wrinkled and decidedly grumpy old man walked in.
“Mr. Dow, I’m so pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The man tilted his head to the side, scrunched up his face more—as if that were possible—and in a surprisingly kind voice answered…in Japanese.
De’alla could have kicked herself. She hadn’t thought to ask her contact at her client’s company about any lingual needs. Major blunder. Luckily she was fluent in the language and had been for years.
She opened her mouth to greet him properly while closing the door. It snapped back at her with a bounce. Dee looked down at a foot poking through the small space between door and jamb. Somebody else’s foot.
A muted ‘ouch’ came from the other side before a body gently pushed through.
“Aw hell. No way,” she grumbled not quite low enough.
The raised eyebrow aimed her way was accompanied by a confused yet arrogant smirk. Her honey brown eyes met a pair of unexpected chocolate-brown ones…and her fucking crystal went haywire. And the strangely absent entity She barged into the forefront of Dee’s mind as if she wanted to do nothing more than hop into Dee’s body and jump the uninvited man’s bones.
In fact Dee wanted to jump his bones right along with She. A real threesome. And the invisible lightening that zinged from her stone down through her body was…hell, she just couldn’t take it.
Zing! Zap! Kung!
Holy shit! Knees trembled as her head filled with raunchy thoughts too ridiculous to even contemplate. And they all surrounded getting laid. Hard. Fast. And right damn now. And the star of her fantasy stood right in front of her. And she couldn’t stand him.
“Uh, e-excuse me. I’ll be right back. Please make yourselves comfortable,” Dee said, motioning to no one in particular.
With each step the crotch of her now damp panties bunched and rubbed against the flesh swelling between her legs. Now when was the last time she got aroused just being in the presence of two strange men? One she’d never met and was surely old enough to be her father, if she’d had one, and the other man she’d seen and heard plenty of but didn’t want anything to do with.
The smile pasted onto her mouth was as stiff as three day old royal icing, but she had to keep it there just long enough to escape.
In three steps she was out of her office and headed to her assistant’s desk. Gods, why couldn’t she move faster? Her feet felt mired in hardening cement as if they needed to stay in that room. Not good. Sooo not good.
When Dee stormed around the corner the surprise in her assistant’s eyes was palpable. Good. That made two of ‘em.
“Kare, what the hell is Faison Dow doing…?” Dee paused and mentally kicked herself as the pieces clicked into place. “Oh, duh. Dow, as in related to my client? Aw, fuck-a-duck.”
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Seeking Charlotte
Book 3: Hearts of Fire
by N.J. Walters
Creed Lawson knows Charlotte Jones is trouble from the moment she presses her lithe body to his and kisses him. But that doesn’t stop him from taking what she’s offering—a night of hot, uninhibited sex. But Creed hasn’t bargained for the feelings she stirs in him, nor the talk of crystals, demons and destiny.
Charlotte is an empath. The ability to feel peoples’ emotions has made it difficult for her to lead a normal life. At eighteen, she received one of the eight pieces of the Heart of Fire, a crystal that contains untold power. She was told there was a male who held the other half of her stone as well as a demon that coveted all the pieces of the crystal.
The demon has finally found her. But she’s knows that Creed is the special man she’s been waiting for. Charlotte is facing the fight of her life. Will Creed will fight beside her or walk away?
 
"Between the scorching hot love scenes and the thrilling suspenseful twister, I was totally and completely captivated...Together, the couple formed a unique, powerful bond that was simply amazing. This is one story that you will not want to miss!"
5 Blue Ribbons—Contessa, Romance Junkies
"Ms. Walters writes the emotion into her stories in a truly impacting way...I recommend this for a quick, fun, steamy read."
4 1/2 Siren Stones—Kayden McLeod, Siren Book Reviews
"Walters brings loads of experience and expertise to this writing task and proves once again that there is true talent for telling a riveting story that captures and keeps the reader's attention. This book has all the main ingredients of a very good love story along with fantasy and demonic warfare and the power of love and good to triumph over evil...a truly good romance."
4—Judith, Book Binge
"Mystically entwined destinies, red-hot romance, and defeating evil will keep you captivated with this novel by N. J. Walters."
4—Susan, Night Owl Romance
"They are virtual strangers but can't keep their hands to themselves as their sexual connection feels exactly right...hot, sweaty, steamy I can't wait to get out of the car sex that gets even better when they find a bed."
4 Stars—L.T. Blue, JERR
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Excerpt from Seeking Charlotte
©2010 N.J. Walters
The man in front of her was dangerous. Charlotte could sense that much about him. There was a barely contained sense of violence surrounding him. He was sitting at the bar, forearms resting on the edge, hands wrapped loosely around his beer. He was seemingly relaxed, but it was a ruse. Like the predator that he was, she knew he could erupt at a moment’s notice and swing into action if he felt threatened.
The tone of his skin and his facial structure told her he had at least some American Indian descendants. The light from the bar reflected off his straight black hair, which fell to his shoulders. His incredibly wide shoulders. His features were strong, his jaw square. His nose reminded her of a hawk’s beak. She got the impression of power and determination. This was not a man to be trifled with.
She knew she was breathing way too fast but couldn’t seem to slow it or her racing heart. Her nipples tightened and her breasts swelled. It had been years since she’d had sex. She’d tried it in her early twenties, but as an experiment it had failed dreadfully. She’d sensed her boyfriend’s growing sexual excitement, followed swiftly by disappointment, when she didn’t reach an orgasm. Disinterest had quickly set in. It wasn’t long after that their relationship had fizzled out. Charlotte hadn’t bothered with men since.
But this was different. She’d never experienced anything like this in her life. Her panties were damp and she barely stifled a moan as her pussy spasmed. She didn’t even know the man’s name, but she wanted him.
As though he felt her gaze on him, he turned her way. She was too far away to see what color his eyes were, but they were dark. They narrowed and he lowered his eyebrows. She could sense his growing irritation. Between her breasts the crystal pulsed, growing warmer by the second.
Someone bumped her from behind, breaking the erotic spell that held her captive. Charlotte jumped on contact and started moving again. She risked a quick glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, Darrin was standing just inside the door and he was scanning the crowd. The look on his face was anything but placid and bland. He was furious. Violently furious.
Fear flooded her. She didn’t think. Reacting on pure instinct, she hurried toward the man at the bar. He tracked her with his eyes until she was standing right next to him. He turned on the barstool so he was facing her.
She glanced toward the door. Darrin was still searching for her. Whether he really was Asmodeus or not didn’t matter. He was a dangerous man and she was his target. Charlotte turned back toward the dark-haired stranger. “Please help me.”
If anything, his expression grew even more forbidding. A muscle in his jaw worked and she suspected he was grinding his back teeth together. A wave of annoyance rolled off him. He was going to say no. Going to dismiss her.
She couldn’t let that happen.
The pendant around her neck was so hot she was surprised there wasn’t a wisp of smoke rising from her sweater. At the very least there should be a scorch mark. He started to turn away from her and, for the first time in her life, Charlotte did something totally outrageous and completely out of character. Grabbing his shoulders, she went up on her toes and kissed him.
The muscles in his shoulders bunched and rippled beneath her palms. His hands settled on her waist and she knew he was going to push her away. Panic swamped her and she redoubled her efforts. Running her tongue along the seam of his lips, she teased him. Charlotte wished she had more experience in the art of seducing a man, but she’d always been a fast learner.
Opening her senses to him, she tried to sort through all his emotions. The annoyance was still there, but it had been joined by a surge of lust. Obviously, she was doing something right. Encouraged, she shifted closer, plastering her breasts against his rock-solid chest. His lips parted and she plunged her tongue inside.
His hands moved from her waist. One of them slipped down to grip her bottom while the other one slid up to cup the back of her head, tilting it slightly to the right. He pulled back and stared down at her. She blinked, bringing his face back into focus. His eyes were dark brown, maybe even black. Either way, they were the same color as her favorite dark chocolate.
His gaze narrowed, settling on her mouth. She licked her lips, nervous under his unblinking stare. This time, it was he who initiated contact. There was no tentative exploration, none of the awkwardness she’d felt. The stranger laid claim to her mouth.
His tongue stroked inside, touching and tasting every dark corner. His lips were warm and firm, his grip on her sure as he held her tight to his body. The hand on her butt pushed her forward and her belly came into contact with something very large and extremely hard.
Charlotte felt his cock pulsing all the way through the fabric of his jeans and her sweater. Any other time in her life it might have embarrassed her. This time, it made her feel powerful, womanly. She felt his heat, his life force, luring her deeper into his seductive hold. She’d never felt this close to another human being in her entire life and she wanted more.
She might have initiated the first kiss, but she was no longer in control.
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Kenna's Cowboy
Book 4: Hearts of Fire
by Nicole Austin
Cursed with unusual abilities, orphan McKenna Fulton has always been different, an outcast. But she’s been Chosen.
More accurately, she is one of the Chosen. Eight individuals—four women and four men—selected at birth to guard slices of crystal. The Heart of Fire.
The whole thing is more than a little farfetched. Kenna can handle the part of getting down and dirty with the bad dude. She’s even okay with guarding a crystal. But losing her free will and being stuck with some guy, her destined mate, uh-uh. Not happening.
Local mechanic Ryker Thomas is more than he appears and has his own set of abilities. Kenna wants nothing to do with the southern charmer. So what if he has a matching crystal and the damn things hum and vibrate whenever they’re close together. That doesn’t mean she’ll toe the line.
He can’t be the one she’s supposed to be with. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to send her a cowboy when what she wants is a bad boy.
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Excerpt from Kenna's Cowboy
©2010 Nicole Austin
“Kiss me, cowboy.”
Ryker had every intention of fulfilling Kenna’s request and then some. He’d wanted to get to know the strong, enigmatic woman since her first day in town. She’d managed to keep her distance but not anymore. Now that he had her all to himself, he had no intention of letting go.
His hands slid around her waist and he pulled her soft curves against his solid frame. God, she fit him just right. Built like a brick house—tall, curvy and stacked—she was perfect. Full tits cushioned his chest almost as sweetly as her soft belly nestled the length of his aching cock.
With the first brush of their lips she purred and melted into him. Her lips parted in silent invitation, testing his resolve to go slow. He traced the pouty shape of her lush pink mouth, instantly addicted to her spicy cinnamon taste. It suited her, as did the dark, tough-chick clothes she wore.
Kenna was no fragile rose to be kept sheltered and there was nothing tentative in her kiss. She met his lips head on, her fierce passion draining all the blood from his thinking head and funneling it straight to his randy dick. Her tongue shot past his lips, delving and tasting, driving his hunger higher. He followed as she retreated only to have her suck on his lower lip and snap his control.
Following the curves of her ass, he cupped the firm cheeks and gave her a quick squeeze before grasping her thighs. As he lifted, she wrapped those gorgeous legs around his waist, hooking her ankles and holding on tight. He groaned and she drank down the sound as he set her on the side of Joey’s car, freeing his hands to explore.
Kenna devoured him, plain and simple. She sucked on his tongue and he had no trouble picturing her on her knees showing such avid attention to his cock. Her hands got in on the act, first gripping his shoulders then moving lower, flowing over his chest as if she were blind and reading his body by Braille.
“Oh shit. You’re bleeding.” She went from feeling him up to ripping at his shirt. Two strong tugs and the material gave, splitting down the middle.
Bleeding?
Ryker glanced down, trying to figure out what she was going on about. A dark red stain marred the tattered blue material. He hadn’t taken part in the fight, didn’t feel any pain, so how the hell could he be bleeding?
She grabbed the braided leather around his neck and tossed the pendant over his shoulder. “Keep that away from me.”
What the hell did she have against his necklace? She wore a strikingly similar one. Not that it mattered when the fingers stroking every inch of his chest in a frenzy almost distracted him from the genuine concern in her big violet-colored eyes.
Jesus! He couldn’t remember the last time someone worried about him. Kenna also looked fighting mad, ready to tear apart anyone stupid enough to have caused him harm.
His heart turned over in his chest and pounded a wild rhythm against his ribs. Ryker caught her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing her knuckles with reverence. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood, darlin’.”
Kenna looked deep into his eyes for the space of several stuttered heartbeats then thrust her fingers into his hair, unseating his hat. She tugged, pulling him into a punishing kiss. They were both panting for air when they surfaced sometime later.
The loud slap of her palm connecting with his face echoed through the garage. Ryker rubbed at his stinging cheek and glared. “What the hell was that for?”
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!”
Damn, she had a lot of spunk. And the fierce protective gleam in her eyes—what a fucking turn-on. His cock jerked against the painful constriction of his jeans in agreement. While he was dying to plunge deep inside Kenna, he wouldn’t be rushed. Not with her. This was too important to screw up. “I’ll try my best, darlin’.”
The primitive instinct to claim and mark this woman as his was nearly overpowering his desire to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. Deep down an inner conviction assured him they had a lifetime ahead of them but it didn’t ease his driving need to fuck her senseless.
“You have too many clothes on.”
“Mmm…so do you, cowboy.” Her lascivious smile had the same effect as a mainlined shot of pure adrenaline. “How about shucking those jeans.”
His cock throbbed and his jeans sported a wet spot. Ryker wasted no time toeing off his sneakers, peeling away both his jeans and briefs in one swoop, then shrugging off the tattered remains of his shirt. He pulled a foil packet from his pants pocket and held it in his hand.
“Your turn.”
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September 29th!
Entwined Hearts
Book 5: Hearts of Fire
by Ciana Stone, T.J. Michaels
Nicole Austin and N.J. Walters
The Chosen—eight strong individuals gifted with unique paranormal abilities and tasked with protecting shards of an ancient crystal—the Heart of Fire.
Brought together by destiny, each couple has managed to bond and fuse their crystal pairs through a hot and intense sexual joining. The four couples have overcome great personal challenges and remained apart, preparing to face an ancient evil once again.
Now the time has come for the eight Chosen to join forces and defeat Asmodeus, Prince of Hell, once and for all. Their plan is clear yet complex—activate a hidden energy network, gather on spiritual lands and fight an epic battle between good and evil that will impact mankind for eternity.
Of course, nothing ever goes as planned and Asmodeus has some tricks the Chosen never anticipated.
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Excerpt from Entwined Hearts
©2010 Ciana Stone, T.J. Michaels
Nicole Austin and N.J. Walters
“That’s it, baby,” Creed crooned, his hot breath brushing her ear. “Just a little more.”
A shiver of desire snaked down her spine as Charlotte closed her eyes and concentrated on the energy coursing through her veins. It was a volatile mixture of lust and love.
“Tighter.” Creed’s arm tightened around her, his large hand splaying over her belly. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened into hard nubs of desire. Charlotte licked her lips and focused on the task at hand.
“Oh, yeah. You’ve got it now.”
She could feel Creed’s chest against her back. The man radiated heat like a blast furnace, especially at times like this. Creed Lawson was the kind of man no woman would ever forget—tall and lean with bronze skin and shoulder-length black hair. His dark eyes and high cheekbones were a gift of his Native American heritage. He’d fascinated her from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him in the shadows of a roadside bar. He was rough and tough and hers.
“Concentrate,” he admonished her.
Easier said than done with two hundred pounds of solid muscle pressing against her. It would be all too easy for him to yank down her pants, lean her over the kitchen table and fuck her until she screamed. Wouldn’t be the first time.
“Charlotte.” His voice was sharp, but she could feel the pulsing of his cock low against the small of her back. She snuggled her butt against him. He groaned and dropped his head into the curve of her neck. His lips grazed the sensitive skin at her nape before nipping sharply. “Pay attention. Work first, play later.”
“All right,” she grumbled, knowing he was right. She opened her eyes and stared at the light surrounding them. It was almost blinding. The crystal pendant hanging around her neck was hot, but stopped short of actually burning her skin. Both of them were touching it. Creed’s fingers nestled next to hers on the smooth, crystal surface.
It was amazing how quickly they could summon the power of the crystal. It had once been two separate pieces. They’d each owned one. The two had been joined when they’d been making love soon after they’d met. The new crystal was more than the sum of the two pieces. Its power grew exponentially. They’d used it to save their lives from the demon, Asmodeus. But the time was coming soon where they’d have to face him again for a final showdown.
This was only one quarter of the Heart of Fire, a crystal of enormous power created by the mystics of Atlantis. All her sisters had a piece of it. Four couples, each with a piece of the sacred Heart of Fire. The eight had become four. Now it was time for the four to become one.
Charlotte shivered, this time it was a chill, not desire that enveloped her. They’d almost lost to the demon last time. It had been too close for comfort.
Ever attune to her emotions, Creed tightened his hold on her. “I’ve got you. No one will hurt you while I’m around.”
She believed him. He’d risked his life to save hers once before. The time was coming for him to do so again. For both of them to risk everything to defeat Asmodeus and send him back to hell once and for all. Such was their destiny.
The bright, golden light surrounding them winked out, but she could still feel the power of it surrounding her. They’d been working with the crystal for weeks, pushing themselves to discover the limits of its power. So far, they hadn’t found it.
Right now, she didn’t care about crystals or demons or destiny. All she cared about was the man behind her. She turned in his embrace and stared up at him. His dark eyes were unreadable, his expression fierce. “We’ve got to keep practicing, baby.”
She’d always hated it when men had called her “baby”, but coming from Creed it was an endearment that made her heart turn over. The love she felt for him swelled inside her, spilling over until she could no longer contain it. She went up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I agree. We really need to practice.” Her voice was husky as she rubbed her breasts against his bare chest. Creed was wearing jeans, but nothing else. His broad shoulders and ripped abs were on display for her to see, to touch.
Charlotte slid her fingers over his shoulders and bulging biceps before allowing herself to explore the large expanse of his chest. She’d never been a sexual woman before she’d met Creed. He’d unleashed her inner sex kitten and now she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Charlotte.” She could hear the underlying warning in his tone, but ignored it. Creed had a temper, but she wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. Her badass bounty hunter boyfriend was really a marshmallow beneath his tough exterior. At least when it came to dealing with her.
“I need you,” she whispered. And she did. With their upcoming trip to Sedona looming before them, she wanted to spend as much time making love with Creed as possible. The outcome of the impending confrontation was unknown. Either one of them could die. Possibly even both of them. She knew she’d give her life to keep him safe and knew he felt the same way about her.
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