Coming January 15, 2009

from

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

http://whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com

His Sweet Obsession

Blurb:

Have you ever loved someone so much you’d wait your entire life for them just to discover love may not be enough? Jack and Addy belong together, but their past haunts them. Will their sweet obsession be enough to sustain them or will it tear them further apart?

Coming back to Texas was the last thing on Addy’s mind, but with the death of her Aunt Maggie who raised her, that’s exactly where she finds herself– back under the scorching Texas sun and thanks to Maggie’s last will and testament, tied to the very place she ran from years ago.

Jack has lived and worked on the Double Eagle Ranch all his life. It means everything to him with the exception of Addy. Years ago he hurt her and she left because of it, but now she’s back and he wonders if God has given them a second chance.

Excerpt

Her hips moved in tandem to the smooth glide of his cock. In a sudden movement, he pulled away from her lips. Sweat beaded his brow; a rivulet ran down his cheek. She tunneled her fingers through his hair, driven by her need to taste every part of him and whispered, “Your turn to beg.”

“It won’t take long.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, his body tense with hunger. Every muscle tightly coiled, every inch of his flesh ready to surrender to his insatiable need for her.

Rolling with her onto his back, she pushed up and straddled him. The sight of her naked flesh unraveled his control. Tiny spasms chased the surge of blood pumping into his cock and fire crawled through his veins.

She dangled her breasts over his face and dropped one engorged nipple into his mouth. Jack closed his lips around the red bud and sucked greedily, circling her with his arms to bring her closer. With a sexy moan, her eyes heavy-lidded, she withdrew the puckered tip and teased his lips with her other nipple.

His arm swept outward toward her. She leaned back out of reach, tugged the nipple from his mouth, and trailed the sopping wet tips through the thick hair of his chest down to his cock. Mesmerized by the rise and fall of her breasts, he licked his lips, groaning with the delectable pain hammering in his nut sac. He needed to be inside her. Needed to feel her soft walls stretch and tighten around his staff, to feel the warm, wet rush of her climax around his own.

He’d never seen such a beautiful sight—hair the color of new pennies, fire-light scattered in its waves. Her creamy white skin, soft and smooth, her crimson nipples, tight with desire. And those lips—ripe and red—lips he’d spent a lifetime dreaming of kissing. A perfect porcelain doll. There wasn’t a sunset in Texas that could hold a candle to his Addy. Is she mine? Or is this just a dream?

Coming Soon

His Only Treasure

Blurb

Anne Montgomery, independent and strong-willed, is the namesake and descendant of The Lady Anne Mercier, a young woman who fell in love with a pirate three hundred years ago. As the legend of The Lady Anne goes, her pirate was tried and hung for piracy, but before his capture he gifted her with His Only Treasure, the map to his cache of booty and his everlasting love. Handed down through the generations, the tattered map now hangs above the great stone fireplace in the bar Anne and her brother Jamie inherited from their Father, but possessing the map is one thing and finding the treasure another. Unfortunately, the map has no key. It’s simply a drawing without direction, distance, or markers.  Anne and Jamie also own a small construction company and Jamie invites the wealthy developer Stede Thurston to the newly remodeled bar’s grand re-opening. Stretched to their financial limits, Anne and Jamie need to land the contract with Stede to remodel his two hotels. When Anne and Stede meet, sparks fly, engaging everything female that Anne has tried desperately to ignore. When Stede reveals he is the namesake and descendant of The Lady Anne’s pirate and possesses the map’s key that has been handed down through the generations in his family, together, he and Anne embark on a quest for the treasure. Will they find the treasure? Or did they possess it all the long and will lost love finally be found?

Prologue

September 21, 1718

The small dinghy slipped through the marsh without a sound, its precious cargo cloaked in Stede’s arms. Feeling her stiffen, he closed his eyes to the foreboding inching its way through his body and listened to the cannon fire in the distance.

He tightened his hold to soothe her. “Ssh. Still my love.”

She calmed with his whisper, and pressed her head to his heart as he stroked her back. The resonance of the oars sluiced through the water, so poignant and strange, like a song, its lyrics taking her from him.

“Almost there, my love.” He opened his eyes and stared into the slow, gray fog around them. The shroud welcomed them and he wished he could disappear into the mist with her.

“As far as we dare go, Cap’n. She’ll bottom out any further.”

Stede nodded to his second mate, and threw back the blanket that covered her. When she looked up, his breath hitched as he stared into her beautiful eyes, damning the darkness for not letting him see their color one last time. He shut his eyes tight, engraving to mind their azure depths, bluer than any sea he had ever sailed. With the touch of her hand to his cheek, he lifted his lids to see the soft wet shimmer of sorrow in her eyes.

The gossamer stroke of her fingers gave him strength and he crooned softly. “Do not cry, my love. We shall be together again. It is my promise. Nothing shall keep me from you. Not even death.”

“Please come with me.” Her lips trembled.

For one brief moment, sweet temptation teased him. With a weary shake of his head, he caressed the column of her throat with his fingers. “Honor.”

“Honor be damned! Honor will not keep me warm. Honor will not love me.”

“Were it not for honor I would not be the man you love.”

She clutched his coat. “Please do not leave me. I beg of you.

The desperation in her whisper sliced through his heart, tearing at the chasm already forming. “I must. You know that, Anne.”

The second mate cleared his throat. “Cap’n?”

Stede pushed her away and leapt from the dinghy into the warm marsh waters. He extended his arms to her, but she moved away, refusing to give an inch and gripped the sides of the small boat. Determined, he reached in and pulled her into the water as she struggled against him.

“I shall die without you.” She Sobbed into his chest and locked her arms around him.

“Remember my promise.” Stede took a leather pouch from his coat pocket and placed it in her hands. “Keep this always. When I return, we shall go there together. It shall be my wedding gift to you. Dry your eyes and kiss me.”

Tipping her chin, he touched his lips to hers, deepening the kiss to fill her with his love, enough to last an eternity. “It is time. I shall always love you, Anne. Now go.”

He grappled with her hands, ripping them away, and hoisted himself into the dinghy. Her quiet sobs twisted in his gut as the oars dipped into the water.

Anne’s small voice, choked with tears, rose up in the mist. “With every breath I take I shall think of you. I shall always be yours. Loving you ’til the end of time and beyond.”

Stede placed his finger to his lips, feeling their last kiss as he whispered in the night. “I shall find you. I promise.”