GENRE: Erotic, suspense novella.
PUBLISHER: Liquid Silver Books.
Miami Star reporter Rebecca Challenger
desperately needs a big story on the serial killer terrorizing the city in
order to get a promotion to features writer. Her main source, lead homicide
detective Rick Gonzalez, despises reporters. As the pair spar over the story,
they’re both jolted by a white-hot current of mutual attraction. They overcome
their mistrust to start a promising love affair, but overheard gossip causes
Rebecca to shy away. Baffled and hurt by Rebecca’s sudden rejection, Rick vows
to forget her. That is, until the serial killer, enraged by Rebecca’s story
about him, kidnaps her, and Rick must rescue the woman of his dreams. Can true
love endure in the face of misunderstandings and a psychopath’s wiles?
EXCERPT
“What do you feel like
eating?” Rick looked up from leafing through the book. He stared at her, almost
as if it was the first time he had seen her.
Rebecca grabbed her
purse. You, she wanted to say, you. “You like sushi?” she said instead.
“Sure, whatever.” He stood, wiped the palms of
his hands on his trouser legs, and waited for her to pass. As she walked by
him, he grabbed her by the waist and swung her to face him. Her mouth opened in
surprise, and he seized the moment to plant his lips on hers. His tongue darted
out, seeking its counterpart.
Rebecca dropped her
purse and raised her arms behind his neck to rifle her fingers through his
coal-black hair. His touch immediately detonated charges of desire in the tips
of her breasts. They ached to be devoured.
She pressed against
him, pushing her distended, sensitive nipples against the solid wall of his
chest. He locked his arms around her back in a full embrace. They kissed
ferociously, savoring each other as they couldn’t in the parking lot. Rebecca
finally pulled away, breathless. She could feel the blood draining back into
her lips. She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge if he felt the same depth
of desire that she did. She guided him to the couch, and they sank into the
cushions.
He bent over her again;
this time, he kissed her lightly all over her face and down her neck. His hand
cupped her breast as his forefinger explored and found the peak of her
petal-soft nipple. He thumbed it lightly, hardening it into a nub of sparking
nerves. A guttural moan escaped Rebecca’s throat. She reached down and felt his
cock through his pants. It was a ramrod. She slipped his belt through the
buckle, undid the button and zipper, and pushed her hand down to find the head
of his member, bold and tight. She slid her hand down the shaft. The skin was
as fine as gossamer but underneath was hard, like satin covering a steel rod.
It was long, thick, and ribbed with engorged veins. His balls were drawn up
tightly into his nest of coarse curls. She palmed one and manipulated it gently
so it bobbled in its sac. Rick groaned; his mouth parted in pleasure. Then she
did the same to the other. Making an O with her thumb and forefinger, she slid
her hand back up the shaft to the head, which was now slick with pre-cum. She
cupped her palm over the head of his penis and spread the liquid over the glans
slowly, rubbing her thumb along the ridge of his cock head and frenulum. He
moaned again, more strongly this time.
She stood, wordlessly took his hand, and led him to her
bedroom. They collapsed onto the bed locked in a tight embrace. Dinner was just
going to have to wait.
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AUTHOR
Chantal Verlaine has been writing stories since
she was six years old and firmly believes that every good story deserves a
romance. A global nomad, she most recently was a Miami transplant to Los
Angeles, which has many more good hair days than South Florida, but she still
misses Miami's tropical nights, bathtub-warm ocean and Cuban rocket-fuel
coffee.
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7326910.Chantal_Verlaine
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