Blue Moon (12 page)

Chill forgotten, Nia was ready for the fun. “Oh, Santa, I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“I hope so, but it’s not for me.” To her surprise, Eric set the hat in her lap and reached up behind her with both hands to free her hair from her ponytail. He tossed the band over his shoulder as if it were of no importance then ran his fingers through her thick strands. When it was down on her shoulders, Eric picked up the hat from her lap and arranged it on her head. When it was situated just right, he took a step away to admire his work. “Perfect. You might make a Christmas lover out of me yet.”

“I do what I can for the cause.”

“Good. Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely,” she answered without hesitation.

Eric pulled roughly an arm’s length of wide silver ribbon off its spool, then took out a pair of scissors he’d found stored in the box. He turned the shears until the sharp part was pointing toward himself and handed them to Nia. “Cut right there.”

It only took one snip to slice through the material, but when she was done, he took the scissors away and set them along with the remaining ribbon on the table next to her.

“I’m going to blindfold you now.”

“I—”

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, just as patiently as he had the first time. They’d played trust games before, and Nia knew if she wanted to quit at any time, all she had to do was say so.

“With my life.” Nia closed her eyes, but then promptly opened them to give Eric a warning glare. “But if I hear one click from a camera, you’re a dead man.”

His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Duly noted.”

Content, she closed her eyes again and held still as he used the ribbon to blindfold her. The thin material was in no way the correct size for something like this. If she wanted, Nia could very well blink her eyes a couple of times to move it about so she could see, but that would ruin the game. So instead she held still as he tied the ribbon behind her head, before covering the back of the satin material with the bottom of the Santa hat.

“Now clasp your hands together behind your back.”

“Looks as if someone is getting into the Christmas spirit after all,” she said as she did as he requested.

“Oh yeah, I’m feeling all kinds of jolly.”

Being unable to see, she tried her best to figure out what he was up to. She had a general idea that was confirmed when she heard the scissors cut through another piece of fabric. Then, as she’d expected, her hands were gathered behind her and tied together with what felt like ribbon.

Nia wiggled her fingers and moved her wrists back and forth, testing the bonds, but they didn’t give. “Satisfied, Kinky Klause?”

“Close.” The sharp sound of something being pulled across the floor startled her. She jerked and almost lost her balance, but as usual, Eric came to her rescue and helped her right herself.

“Careful.”

“I’d be more careful if I knew what was going on.”

“Yeah.” The scraping sound grew closer. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“What are you…?” Before she could finish her sentence, Eric lifted her leg then set her foot on what felt like one of the kitchen chairs. Her hearing, extra sensitive now that her sight was restricted, detected the nimble snip of the scissors.

Frowning, she tried to figure out what he was up to, but before she could ask, Eric placed her leg against the back of the cool chair and then tied her ankle to it. As soon as he was done, he lifted her free foot and placed it in a similar fashion, securing her to a second chair.

“Eric,” she whispered.

“Shh…” Eric took hold of her hips and pulled her dangerously close to the edge of the table. Her feeling of vulnerability increased tenfold as he pushed the two chairs out a bit, forcing her legs to spread lewdly.

Silence was something she could not do. Nia knew he was her husband and he’d seen parts of her body she’d never even seen, but this just seemed vulgar, for her to be spread open, exposed before him. “Eric…this is just…”

“Just the beginning.”

He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.

Seducing Allie

© 2011 Shelli Stevens

Seattle Steam, Book 3

Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her
other
childhood bestie, Clint.

The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

Kidnapped! Allison can't believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.

Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he's going to prove there's sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

Warning: This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Seducing Allie:

“You liked it when I kissed you this morning.”

“Not even a bit.” Her pulse went into double time.

“And last night at the bachelor party? You were practically melting in my arms.”

“Talking to girls like this doesn’t actually get you laid, does it?”

“In fact,” he went on like she hadn’t even spoken, “I think you’d like it if I did a whole lot more than kiss you tonight.”

The scent of him filled her senses, sending her mind spinning and making her knees tremble. His hard torso pressed firmly against her breasts and her nipples tightened into hard points against the lace of her bra. She swallowed hard and tugged at her wrist.

“Tell me, Allie. I’ve always wondered how you like it. Are you all about the romance?” His voice lowered to a soft caress. “Do you enjoy it when a man gently sucks on your nipples and brings you to orgasm while playing your clit like an instrument?”

His words sent a rush of hot moisture between her legs and she bit back a groan.

“Stop this,” she begged hoarsely. “Please, Clint.”

“Or do you like it hard?” he went on, ignoring her plea. “Do you want a guy to bite and suck on your nipples until they’re red and marked?” He lowered his head, his breath hot against her cheek. “Do you like to hold a man’s head between your legs—let him eat you as if you’re the fucking blue ribbon pie at the fair?”

Shock ripped through her, from the top of her head to her toes which were curling. Shock and absolute lust. No man had ever spoken to her in such a crude, sexual way before. And more so, no man had ever fucked her hard like that. The idea of Clint being the one to do it and the imagery his words created…

This time a groan did escape and she could feel the dampness of her panties between her legs.

“Or maybe both.” His eyes darkened and he used his free hand to pull her tighter against him. Through the abrasive fabric of his jeans she felt him growing harder against her belly.

“One thing is certain—I’m going to enjoy finding out.” He slid his hand down her spine to her bottom, bunching the fabric of her dress.

Cool air tickled her buttocks, and her pulse quickened as he pulled the dress over her hips. His fingers plucked at the strip of thong between the cheeks of her ass.

“I was wondering about this.” His mouth hovered just above hers. “Whether you wear thongs or just no panties at all.”

“Both,” her voice trembled, and she couldn’t believe she was admitting it. “Sometimes a thong, sometimes nothing.”

Why wasn’t she pushing him away? She should be fighting this—fighting him. But at this moment nothing else mattered except being locked in this sensual power struggle with Clint.

She drew in a ragged breath and before she could reconsider, pressed her body firmly against his.

He gave a murmur of approval. “I’ve been wondering about another thing.”

“Oh yeah?”

His lips brushed across hers, ever so lightly and a tremble racked her body.

“What’s that?” She brushed her lips over his this time.

He followed the strip of her thong down with his fingers, low between her cheeks. With a slight tug, she felt him slip his finger beneath the fabric, before his fingers grazed over the swollen lips of her sex.

Fire raced through her veins and her knees weakened.

“This,” his voice grew hoarser now. “I wanted to know how wet I made you.”

He pushed a finger between the folds and inside her.

“Hell.” His mouth grazed the side of her neck as he pushed the finger deep and began to slowly penetrate her with it. “You’re soaked for me.”

She bit her lip, not so far gone that she would admit the words aloud.

“Allie. My Allie-cat. My seductive little kitten.” He curled his finger, moving it along the wall of her channel. He hit an ultra sensitive spot and she gasped. “Admit you want me.”

“The hell I do.” She moved against his hand.

“Really?” He pulled his finger from her and she cried out at the loss of sensation. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.”

He cupped her ass and lifted her, carrying her over to the bed before he dropped her down. She bounced once and scrambled to sit up.

Going to his knees in front of her, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge.

“You don’t want me?”

“No,” she lied. The breath locked in her throat as he trailed his fingers up her calves.

“Not even a little bit?” He pushed her dress up around her waist again and bracketed her hips with his hands.

“Not even—” she gasped when he dropped a kiss on the silky fabric still covering her mound, “—a little bit.”

“Hmm.” His tongue traced her slit through her thong. Up and down. The pressure and wetness of his mouth alone almost made her come.

Tension coiled hot in her belly and the walls of her sex clenched in anticipation.

“I’m not sure I believe you, kitten.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and tugged it off her hips. The tiny scrap of material slid down her body and off.

Oh God, it was insane how bad she wanted his mouth on her. She clenched her fists and stared down at Clint kneeling between her thighs.

He gave the slightest smile as he studied her swollen sex. Almost like he was forming a plan of attack.

His breathing grew heavier as he gripped her calves and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then caught the sensitive skin between his teeth lightly.

Allison leaned back onto her elbows, pushing herself closer to his mouth. She wouldn’t be the one to lose control.

He raised his gaze to hers.

Without looking away, he pushed his tongue inside her and despite her vow, she was lost.

Blue Moon

Mackenzie McKade

Things aren’t always what they seem…and that can be a really good thing.

Two years ago Samantha Dawson had everything she wanted—a close family, a promising career, and a man she loved. Until the night before her oldest sister’s wedding, a night of celebration and too much alcohol that tore her world apart. Devastated, she fled Oregon for Phoenix.

Now she’s home for her little sister’s wedding, and just her luck, the best man is her ex-boyfriend. Worse, no one involved in that fateful night seems to want to let the past die an ugly death.

Kyle Ackland has no memory of the events that destroyed his life, but he’ll never forget the woman who set his body on fire. Sam’s emotional barriers are as solid as the Cascade Mountains, but he’s determined to chip them away one sensual kiss at a time.

Yet even if he succeeds, what’s left of their love could crumble under the weight of past sins…and present secrets.

Warning: Contains betrayal, lies, and reacquainted love that sizzles the words right off the page.

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Blue Moon

Copyright © 2011 by Mackenzie McKade

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