Did you enjoy my paranormal thriller “Dead Moon Rising” (writing as Macy Largo)? Then please take a look at my book, “Out of the Darkness.” I’m pleased to announce that my 2010 EPIC winner is now available from Siren-BookStrand! The original publisher forced me to cut several scenes totalling nearly 10k words, so I’ve restored them for this version.
http://www.bookstrand.com/out-of-the-darkness
Description
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Paranormal Romance, HEA]
The land remembers…
Built on a cursed patch of land, George Simpson’s house of horrors ruined many lives. Author Steve Corey rents it as a surprise in a desperate attempt to salvage what’s left of his marriage.
Samantha Corey thought getting Steve sober in the early days of their marriage would be the hard part, but she’s reached the end of her rope and is ready to leave. It doesn’t help that her thoughts have turned to Matt Barry, Steve’s best friend—and her old love.
Now, Samantha needs Matt more than ever as Steve’s behavior deteriorates. She wonders if her husband’s sick, drinking again, or if her own sanity’s in question. The house has a dark agenda. Even though she’s ready to divorce Steve, she’s not ready to relinquish his soul to the ancient evil enveloping him. Can she and Matt pull him from Out of the Darkness?
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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:
http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton
Adult Excerpt:
He carried her drink upstairs and found her stretched out across her bed, a playful smile lighting her face. “Why, sir, I do believe you’re trying to seduce me.”
He laughed. Yeah, she was buzzed. “I think it’s the other way around, madam.” She sat up and took the drink from him.
“Which way around would that be?” She rolled over on her tummy without spilling her drink and wiggled her hips at him. “This way around?”
He fought a losing battle for control. She wasn’t the only one who’d gone months without sex.
Try years.
He took her drink and rolled her over, grabbing her good hand and pulling her to her feet. “Not here,” he said, serious. “Not in this room.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, backing them out of the bedroom and into the guest room.
He set her glass on the dresser without breaking their kiss, and they worked their way to the bed. He slipped the condoms out of his pocket and put them on the bedside table.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
He put his arms around her and gave up all pretense of resisting, devouring her with his lips, working his way from her mouth down her neck to her breasts. She moaned, pulling his face tight against her, as he drifted lower.
He knelt before her and pushed her thighs apart. Seconds after his lips and tongue started working on her clit, he had her gasping for breath, begging, pleading for him not to stop.
He didn’t. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy as he wrapped his lips around her clit and lightly sucked.
He felt the muscles of her pussy contracting around his fingers as she exploded. She held on to his shoulders as he made her come three times, hard, in quick succession. Her body trembled when he stood and lowered her to the bed to finish what he started.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Wow,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Wow.”
He dropped his pants, and she pulled him closer to the bed, not letting him sit. As he twined his fingers in her hair and felt her mouth on his cock, his knees nearly buckled.
She apparently remembered things, too. Without hesitation her tongue circled the head of his cock, exactly as he remembered. She gently flicked the underside of his head, in the sensitive spot there that she’d always taken great pleasure in tormenting when giving him head. With one hand she held the base of his cock, and with the other she cupped his sac.
She stopped short of giving him release. She pulled him onto the bed and rolled on top of him, pinning him, teasing him, forcing him to cool down to a slow simmer.
He gave in, letting her remind him of all the nights they’d spent exploring each others’ bodies, learning ways to make the other moan.
He heard a rustling noise. In seconds, she had the condom on him and he easily slid his cock inside her. She was more than ready.
He gasped, resting his hands on her hips and thrusting up to meet her. They were both a few pounds heavier but still fit perfectly. She leaned forward, still in control, kissing him. His hands caressed her breasts, and he played with her nipples while she set a slow, steady rhythm that even this close to the brink would keep him simmering for a while.
He slipped a hand between them, finding the spot he knew would melt her, rubbing her clit and wanting to feel her come around his cock. She moaned. In a few minutes he felt her contract around him, knowing she’d come again.
Oh this sounds so hot. I want to read this. Hope to soon.
@Savannah – Thank you! 🙂 I hope you enjoy it!