Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed Video

View All Titles by Jami Davenport

REVIEWS for Who's Been Sleeping in My Bed?

5 Angels: "I really enjoyed Harlee and Jake’s story. They were the perfect match for each other—they definitely had chemistry going for them. Harlee may at times seem ditzy but when she put her mind to something or someone she could be smart about it. Jake was the ultimate ladies man but when it came to Harlee it was like she was back in high school trying to get a first date. I thought Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed was a great and appropriate title for the story. Who’s Been Sleeping in My Bed was fun, whimsical, and full of romance. Jami Davenport sure kept my interest going with this story. Every time I found myself starting to take a break I went right back into reading more; before I knew it I was done. I can’t wait to check out more books by Jami Davenport." —Cheryl, Fallen Angel Reviews

4 Stars: "Goldilocks never had it this good…
     I have always loved fairy tales—even fractured one. Who’s Been Sleeping In My Bed is a delightful read. The characters are superbly written. Romance, suspense, and passion fill this book. I found a lot of humor in the character of Harlee. Fans of romantica will enjoy Who’s Been Sleeping In My Bed." —Debra Gaynor, Review Your Book

STORY EXCERPT

Someone was in his bed, and he doubted it was Goldilocks.

Taking shallow breaths, he evaluated his options. Shit, how big was this guy? Did he have a weapon? Or, even worse, an accomplice?

Thunder vibrated the house and lightning lit up the room. The figure in the bed stirred.

Jake’s eyes caught a quick movement. He spun away from the lamp that whizzed past his head. It glanced off his shoulder. Pain shot down his arm and his fingers tingled.

Damn. Double damn. What the hell?

Springing into action, Jake tore the lamp from the intruder’s grasp and hurtled it across the room. It hit the opposite wall with a sickening thud and splintering of glass.

His short temper detonated. His street fighting instincts kicked into gear. “That’s it, asshole!” He’d send this guy flying to the neighboring island, and it wouldn’t be on a seaplane.

His assailant let out a high-pitched war cry and lunged at him, raking fingernails across his chest. Jake yelped in surprise and pain and grappled for control over those dangerous, flailing arms. His hands squeezed something soft and warm and…

Shit.

His intruder wasn’t a he, but a she. And this she fought with the fierceness of two men. She kneed him with vicious intent, just missing his groin. Enough of that crap. Female or not, nobody messed with his manhood. Flinging the crazy woman onto her back, Jake threw a leg over her body and straddled her. He pinned her arms to her sides and anchored his ass on her thighs.

“Stop it! Do you hear me? Stop it!” he roared, but she didn’t seem to hear or care.

“Let me go, you bastard!” Her outraged shrieks assaulted his eardrums. Her chest heaved from exertion and anger. She pitched and bucked in a frantic attempt to unseat him. At the least he’d have whiplash, but he held on for all he was worth.

His long-repressed wild side poked its head out of hiding. She’d be a little spitfire in bed with all that energy and passion. Too bad she’d be in jail before the night ended.

“Damn it! You’re going to be sorry.” He bent down to be heard over her enraged screams and violent thrashing. Her long hair whipped his face, and he jerked away from her. A colorful stream of obscenities erupted from her lips. This wildcat called him names he’d never heard before, and he thought he’d heard everything. His proper mother would be horrified if she heard the little witch insulting his ancestors and her beloved son. Okay, maybe not-so-beloved son.

“Listen! Damn it! Listen! Stop right now, or I might have to hurt you.” Even in his bad-boy, barroom-brawl days, he didn’t hit someone smaller than him, and never a woman. But then, the she-wolf didn’t know that.

Jake gripped her arms tighter and wrapped his legs around hers to stop her battering.

“Let go or I’ll…” she growled.

“Like hell! So you can beat on me some more? Forget it, lady. I’m not your personal punching bag.”

“I’m going to have you arrested!”

Her brashness irritated him. “You’re going to have me arrested? You’re the one trespassing.”

“I am not.” Despite her declaration, her thrashing lost intensity, and little by little, she wore down. Finally, she offered only a token resistance.

“Don’t move another muscle.” The serious threat in his voice must have penetrated her demented brain. She stilled, except for her heaving chest. Jake grabbed both her hands in one of his and held them over her head. He leaned forward. His crotch grazed her breasts, and he froze.

Her nipples tickled his underwear like an erotic massage. She had to be topless. Prodding himself into action, Jake groped for the flashlight and flicked it on. Then he glanced down. She was…incredible. Her ample breasts rose and fell between his legs with each labored breath. Jake bit his lower lip to contain a groan.

Against his better judgment, he released her hands and pushed his hips backward until he sat on her thighs. Not that there’d been anything wrong with his former position, but this one did afford a guy a better view. Jake’s decent side was disgusted by his gawking, but his bad boy side didn’t give a shit. It had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Pervert.” She crossed her arms over her big breasts in an attempt at modesty. It was way too late for that.

Driven by his inner devil, he slid his flashlight over her body, past a slender waist and shapely hips. She wore functional white cotton panties and nothing else. What a damn shame. Such a sexy package concealed in such a plain wrapper. The sheet still covered her legs, but he bet they were as fit as the rest of her. The woman worked out or did physical labor.

Jake lifted his eyes. Her long, sun-bleached hair fanned out on the pillow and framed her pixie-like face. Her golden skin indicated that she’d recently resided in a much sunnier climate, no Pacific Northwest bottle tan for this girl.

The clock radio on the opposite nightstand lit, attracting Jake’s attention and indicating that the power was restored. He leaned over and turned on the surviving lamp then shifted his gaze back to Goldie. He made a major error by looking into her eyes. They sucked the breath out of his lungs as they burned into him with a hot blue flame. In one second flat, they had him spinning. Their color reminded him of a…What was that rock called? Oh, yeah, a sapphire.

Jake mentally slapped himself. Get a grip. This woman was a thief. She’d broken into his house and helped herself to his bed. It happened all the time, especially on an island like this where the majority of the residences were second homes. Well, she’d picked the wrong guy’s house. He wouldn’t let her get away with this, even though she happened to be as gorgeous and curvy as a film siren, a la Marilyn Monroe.

She looked ready to spit in his face.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned.

ADULT EXCERPT

Breathless, Jake finally drew his mouth away. He sat up, pulling her with him. “Spread your wings for me, baby. I’ll teach you to fly.”

“Show me what you got, big guy.”

Jake pulled her onto his lap, facing him, and spread her knees on either side of his thighs. Holding her hips, he guided her downward, so his erection grazed her opening. Back and forth, he tantalized and teased, rubbing the tip across her wetness but never giving her what she was desperate to have. She squirmed and writhed to get closer. He wouldn’t let her. He’d make her wait.

“I want to feel you fill me inside. Please…” she begged. “Love me, Jake,”

“When I’m ready.”

“You look ready to me.” She stared down at the size of him in obvious approval. He held her hips in a vise grip and loved the way she wiggled and begged. Her need for him did great things to a guy’s ego.

Harlee unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and rubbed her plump breasts against his hair-roughened chest. Her perfume intoxicated his senses. He didn’t know if he was up or down or coming or going. But he did know they’d both be coming in the near future.

Jake closed his eyes and pressed his check to her shoulder. He groaned roughly with unfulfilled need. She teased without mercy as if it was a game to see who cracked first.

Finally, he couldn’t take anymore, or he’d pass out from needing her. She appeared to reach the same conclusion at the same time.

“Oh, please. Give me what I need, please,” she begged him, hugging him to her.

“Okay, baby, yeah. So how good of a bronco rider are you?”

“The best.”

“Make me buck, baby.” Her eyes burned into him. He stroked her bare back with his strong fingers. She felt so soft and warm and so very woman.

“I always did want to be in a rodeo.” Harlee reached between her legs and stroked him. “You’re so big.”

“The better to please you, my dear.”

“You really have a thing for fairy tales, don’t you?”

“You bet, Goldie.” He grabbed the g-string, ripping it easily.

Harlee laid her palms flat on his chest as Jake lowered her down to heaven. Slowly, he impaled her on his thick cock. He held his breath as he slid inside until he was buried to the hilt. Her body fit snugly around his erection, unusually snug. Damn, she felt mind-blowing fantastic. He tried to catch his breath, maintain some control so it wouldn’t be over too soon, like in two seconds.

They stared in each other’s eyes. The only noise was the sound of their breathing, ragged and labored, and the rain pattering on the metallic roof. Her arms snaked around his neck. He held a two handfuls of her ass. She began to wiggle back and forth, experimenting with the different feels of him depending on how she tilted her hips.

SIREN SEX Rating

SIREN BOOK LENGTH

Copyright Notice: Book covers, book titles, blurbs, reviews, and/or excerpts, when posted elsewhere, must identify Siren Publishing as the publisher and provide a link back to Siren's website.

Erotic Romance Novels: The Hottest Erotica Romance: Ebooks and Print Books