Martin grabbed his arms. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. The man held him immobile.
“You’ve been lying most of your life about this.” Martin swooped in for a deep kiss.
He landed his palms on Martin’s chest and dug his fingers in the damp material of his shirt. Martin sweated a great deal more than he did, not that he minded in the least. He loved to lick the man’s brawny chest and flat stomach, addicted to his musky scent.
All thoughts of arguing were soon forgotten as he curved his arms around Martin and drew him in close. His tongue slipped in Martin’s mouth and swiped the inside of his cheeks. Martin chuckled deeply and licked the roof of his mouth. He bit Martin’s bottom lip in response.
Martin released him but only backed up a bare inch away from his face. “I’ve taught you well.” He shoved his hand between Thomas’s legs and fondled him through his pants.
A shudder ran through him, and his cock grew harder. Martin’s expression told him the next few hours would be full of fucking and mindless pleasure.
The Princess’s Valentine (Pirates of Flaundia #2.5)
Daisy and her ex-pirate wife of one year have created a wonderful life together on an island paradise, after many years of separation and heartache. Daisy worries Chelsey has become bored and misses her life on the open seas. When she catches Chelsey in the arms of another, she runs away with a broken heart.
Chelsey made the mistake of trusting an unscrupulous individual who ended up playing a cruel joke on her. Now she must regain Daisy’s trust before their relationship is ruined forever. She’ll use abduction and seduction to claim her princess’s heart and soul again.
Excerpt:
“Are you willing to enter my abode, Ms. Daisy?” Chelsey twined a piece of her hair around her finger and gave her a sultry look.
She pressed her palms to her cheeks and dropped her jaw in fake shock. “I might be taking my life into my hands if I do.”
“There’s that possibility.” Chelsey held out her arm. “But I’ll be here to protect you from all harm.”
“And who will protect me from you?” she replied in a saucy tone, flipped her hair over one shoulder, and walked inside.
Not much had changed. The roses still hung on the wall, and the floor and bed were covered in petals. But now, lit candles stood on shelves, and a sumptuous meal had been laid out on a table. A small velvet box lay on a plate and next to it was a slim, wider box.
She rested her palm on her stomach. “I’m suddenly famished.”
“You didn’t eat much of your breakfast?” Chelsey drew her forward.
“I had a strawberry tart or two.” She sat in the chair Chelsey held out for her. “Those were a nice touch.”
“I thought you’d enjoy them.” Chelsey sat down next to her. “It makes me remember better times with my mum, and with you when you were all sweet and innocent.”
“I’m still sweet.” Daisy picked up a red grape and popped it into her mouth. “But no longer innocent, thanks to you.”
Chelsey sat back, silently watching as she chewed. She grew self-conscious but brave enough to speak up. “You always stare at my mouth when I eat. Is it because you’re recalling all those naughty ways I use my mouth on you?”
Chelsey cleared her throat and tapped her lip. “When I thought of us having our discussion, I didn’t think it would lead to you flirting with me.”
“When you set the room for seduction, what else should I do?” She lifted a brow and popped another grape into her mouth.
“We could always skip our important chat and put those grapes you’re sucking down to good use. And I can’t wait to lick the wine off your titties. But then nothing would be resolved between us.”
The Countess’s Mistress (Pirates of Flaundia #3)
Mrs. Julia Whitney, a widow of two years, blames herself for her husband’s suicide. She hides a dark secret that could ruin her good family’s name, which has become the target of cruel gossip because her sister has been locked away in an asylum for the criminally insane. She has no one to turn to for comfort, even though Isaiah, her former childhood friend, and father’s protégé wants to marry her.
Things become complicated when she makes the acquaintance of Katherine, the Countess Guetall, who happens to be the cousin of the man Julia’s sister attacked and kidnapped. Kat holds no ill will, and extends an olive branch in the hopes she and the timid widow can become friends.
Kat’s affection heals Julia’s broken heart, and soon they embark on a secret love affair. When Isaiah learns of the affair, he resorts to blackmail and threats to claim Julia as his own. Julia may have no other choice but to comply with Isaiah’s wicked plan even if it means sacrificing herself in order to protect those she loves.
Excerpt:
Julia bit Kat’s finger before Kat pulled it away and swept her mouth over Julia’s moist one. She gasped and hugged Kat tight, lapping Kat’s lips until Kat increased the pressure of the kiss and their tongues tangled together.
She ran her fingers through Julia’s hair, sharing decadent kisses, until she started to squirm from the dampness in between her legs. Julia sat still, her hands fisted in her lap. She wanted to feel Julia’s hands on all those key points on her body that would make her climax, but first she had to take care of Julia and bring her pleasure.
She tilted Julia’s head to the side and broke the kiss. Julia’s eyes closed and she panted softly. She brushed Julia’s hair off her shoulder and licked the side of her throat. She smiled in satisfaction when Julia moaned and jerked when she sucked.
“Ohhh…that’s lovely.” Julia curled her arms around Kat while Kat tasted and licked.
“Want more kissing?” She ran her tongue down and over the top of Julia’s chemise, barely holding back from cupping the two small globes and the firm nipples spearing the fabric.
“Yes. More.” Julia started to fall back on the floor. Kat drew her in tight and rose up on her knees.
“Let’s go to the bed.” She helped Julia rise.
“But…the dresses.” Julia’s head rolled across her shoulders as she drew one of Julia’s breasts out of her chemise and circled her nipple with a nail.
“Don’t worry about them.” Using one hand, pushed the dress off Julia.
The dress pooled at Julia’s feet. She wanted to undress, but she was too busy enjoying Julia’s breast and how it tasted in her mouth. She clutched at Kat, begging for more.
She stepped toward the bed and lay Julia on the mattress and on top of the gowns. She arched when Kat snagged the front of her chemise and drew it down until both of Julia’s breasts were revealed.