she also owned his, and she relaxed against him, releasing that last bit of her resistance.
He sighed when she went pliant and deepened his thrusts, quickened his pace. The bites came harder, the fingers closed on her nipples tighter. She panted, wrapped her fingers through the mesh of the hammock and held on. They swayed, rocking in an increasingly fast rhythm until she had to clamp down on her bottom lip or scream out and alert those inside the house. They came together, and he bit down hard on the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. She knew she’d bear two marks from him now. She grinned. Doubly claimed.
After he withdrew from her and put their clothes to rights, they fell silent, just enjoying the aftermath and being in each other’s arms, when she thought about the destroyed house and the odd visit from the Messenger.
“What was Derek up to? Trying to cause a further rift between the leopards and wolves or what?”
Jason’s arms tightened around her body. “I don’t know. Nico’s looking into it.”
She couldn’t repress a shudder. Nico was scary under the best of circumstances. She decided to change the subject.
“Where are we living by the way? Not the back of your truck,” she said with alarm. She was just a little too girly for that.
He laughed and teased her. “But, honey, I thought you said, implied at least, you’d live with me anywhere?”
She craned her neck back to look at him over her shoulder. “Don’t joke, Jason.”
He grinned. “A borrowed RV. A very small borrowed RV, but it’s in that little tourist park right outside the gate so it’s close to work. And it has electricity and running water.”
She smiled. “Ah well, it’s perfect then, isn’t it?”
“Long as you’re in it with me.”
“Oh you had your chance to get rid of me. Now you’re stuck.”
She laid her head back against his chest and kicked the floor again.
“I am waiting to hear one thing from you, you know.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, breathing his scent deep into her lungs. She knew exactly what he wanted.
“I love you, too, Jason.”
About the Author
Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk-lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence…
Okay, maybe it isn’t quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone’s model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two.
She’s had every job under the sun, but haven’t most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end.
She can be found at www.loribellehunt.com .
Can Shane convince Jessie he’s the only man for her before her stalker attempts to end both their lives?
Fireworks
© 2007 Loribelle Hunt
Jessalyn Banks is a respected gallery owner in a small coastal Florida town. She isn’t looking to make any major changes in her life, but events collide in a way that takes that option away from her. A stalker enters her life, and she has no choice but to notify the town’s police chief, Shane Moore.
Shane has been trying to maneuver his way into Jessie’s life for a year. Getting added to her Fourth of July planning committee is a brilliant move. Convincing her they belong together is much harder to accomplish. When her mysterious stalker escalates his activities and another woman is badly injured, events spin out of his control. Does Shane have the time to convince Jessie he’s the only man for her before the stalker makes his move?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fireworks:
“Let me up,” she said, her voice low and subdued.
He did, reluctant to give
He sighed when she went pliant and deepened his thrusts, quickened his pace. The bites came harder, the fingers closed on her nipples tighter. She panted, wrapped her fingers through the mesh of the hammock and held on. They swayed, rocking in an increasingly fast rhythm until she had to clamp down on her bottom lip or scream out and alert those inside the house. They came together, and he bit down hard on the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. She knew she’d bear two marks from him now. She grinned. Doubly claimed.
After he withdrew from her and put their clothes to rights, they fell silent, just enjoying the aftermath and being in each other’s arms, when she thought about the destroyed house and the odd visit from the Messenger.
“What was Derek up to? Trying to cause a further rift between the leopards and wolves or what?”
Jason’s arms tightened around her body. “I don’t know. Nico’s looking into it.”
She couldn’t repress a shudder. Nico was scary under the best of circumstances. She decided to change the subject.
“Where are we living by the way? Not the back of your truck,” she said with alarm. She was just a little too girly for that.
He laughed and teased her. “But, honey, I thought you said, implied at least, you’d live with me anywhere?”
She craned her neck back to look at him over her shoulder. “Don’t joke, Jason.”
He grinned. “A borrowed RV. A very small borrowed RV, but it’s in that little tourist park right outside the gate so it’s close to work. And it has electricity and running water.”
She smiled. “Ah well, it’s perfect then, isn’t it?”
“Long as you’re in it with me.”
“Oh you had your chance to get rid of me. Now you’re stuck.”
She laid her head back against his chest and kicked the floor again.
“I am waiting to hear one thing from you, you know.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, breathing his scent deep into her lungs. She knew exactly what he wanted.
“I love you, too, Jason.”
About the Author
Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk-lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence…
Okay, maybe it isn’t quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone’s model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two.
She’s had every job under the sun, but haven’t most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end.
She can be found at www.loribellehunt.com .
Can Shane convince Jessie he’s the only man for her before her stalker attempts to end both their lives?
Fireworks
© 2007 Loribelle Hunt
Jessalyn Banks is a respected gallery owner in a small coastal Florida town. She isn’t looking to make any major changes in her life, but events collide in a way that takes that option away from her. A stalker enters her life, and she has no choice but to notify the town’s police chief, Shane Moore.
Shane has been trying to maneuver his way into Jessie’s life for a year. Getting added to her Fourth of July planning committee is a brilliant move. Convincing her they belong together is much harder to accomplish. When her mysterious stalker escalates his activities and another woman is badly injured, events spin out of his control. Does Shane have the time to convince Jessie he’s the only man for her before the stalker makes his move?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fireworks:
“Let me up,” she said, her voice low and subdued.
He did, reluctant to give
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