The Heroes of Silver Springs 4
All or Nothing
Bailey Lamont's struggle to come to terms with a past that left her
nights filled with nightmares and her days consumed by fear ends with a
surprising reward. Finally, she has the two things she wants most in life: a
satisfying career and the heart of the man she loves. But will Tripp
Barrett's hardheaded determination cause her to lose it all?
Lieutenant Tripp Barrett may be down, but he is far from out. When an
injury threatens to end his career, he refuses to sit around and wallow in
self-pity. One way or another, he will return to the life he worked so hard
to obtain. But is that life the one that is centered on his career or the
one he's just begun to share with Bailey Lamont? Can he have them both or
will he be forced to give up one love in order to keep another?
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Length: 28,000 words
"I've been building Bailey and Tripp's relationship since I began
The Heroes of Silver Springs series. They started as friends in
Caught off Guard, exposed secrets in Twin Games, and hit a tragedy
in Stormy Nights that led them here. These characters have come to
life for me in ways I didn't expect. They touched my heart and I hope they
touch yours too. ~ Tonya ~
Cover Art by Jinger
ALL OR NOTHING
The Heroes of Silver Springs 4
for All or Nothing
Heroes of Silver Springs 4]
"Four months ago, Bailey Lamont finally
admitted she loves B Shift's Lieutenant
on the Silver Spring's Fire Department,
Tripp Barrett, and it changed their
working relationship. Bailey hasn't told
Tripp but she believes his worry for her
safety caused the accident that left his
doctors doubting Tripp would ever walk
again if he managed to survive his
injuries. Tripp surprised them all and
his doctor just cleared him to return to
work. Bailey's fierce determination to
not work with Tripp could end their
relationship. Tripp is determined he
will have it all or nothing. All Or
Nothing stands alone very well despite
the whole story deals with the aftermath
of events which all happened in the
previous book. Now that Tripp will be
returning to work as Lieutenant, the
argument about Bailey changing shifts is
heating to explosive proportions again.
The sexual encounters between them are
well written, very passionate and
arousing. It is that 'reaffirming they
are alive' and desperate kind of passion
that is so very intimate and always
intense, greedy and hot. Bailey's
parents, the Captain of B Shift and some
of the other firemen are secondary
characters who are part of the action
and also offer advice to help the lovers
find their way. They keep the story
moving at a brisk pace and help in an
unexpected plot twist guaranteed to
delight the reader. Don't miss this book
just because you haven't read the
earlier ones. All Or Nothing is a keeper
in its own right." -- Karen Haas,
Just Erotic Romance Reviews.
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Tripp kissed her and Bailey melted in his arms. Yes, this was what she
wanted, what she needed. She let her fingers return to
the waistband of his jeans, went back to fumbling with the
button. Dammit! It shouldn't be so hard to unfasten. Finally,
she gave up and simply slipped her hand inside his pants. She
found his cock hard and ready and when she managed to wrap her
fingers around his shaft, the sound he made was pure heaven. But
his pants were too tight for her to explore the way she wanted
to and she couldn't get to his cock, to stroke his shaft the way
she wanted to in this position.
"Help me," she all but growled the words as she wrenched her mouth from
his. "I can't get it undone."
He laughed. Laughed! Damn him. But instead of helping her, he caught her
arm, pulling it from his pants. "I'll help but," he stopped and
shook his head, "I'm trying to figure out how we're going to do
this. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you. Your wrist…"
"I'll put it above my head," she said quickly. He released her arm and
she went for the button of her own jeans instead. Wouldn't you
know it? That button all but fell off in her fingers. Why
wouldn't his do that? "You can even tie my fingers to the
headboard if you want." She yanked on the zipper and wiggled her
jeans down over her hips, let them fall to her ankles and
stepped out of them.
"Bailey." He was laughing at her now. God, she loved the sound of his
laughter. It was something else she needed right now, to keep
this moment light, fun.
"I understand that you don't want to hurt me." She glanced down at the
pullover SSFD uniform t-shirt she wore. Okay, how would she
manage this one? "I assure you that not touching me, not making
love to me, not unfastening your freaking jeans for me, so I can
really feel you, is killing me. And while you're at it, you can
help me figure out how I'm going to get out of this dammed
shirt, short of ripping it to shreds."
Tripp reached for her again, this time taking her hand in his and
pulling her toward the bedroom. His house was a one-bedroom
loft, the bedroom at the top of a long hardwood staircase. He
led her up those stairs, taking each step slowly, reminding her
with each step of the injury to his back, of the brief
conversation she'd heard between him and the captain back at the
He moved well these days, with rarely a limp of any kind, with
or without his cane. Had she heard him right? Was he planning to
return to the fire department?
The chilling sense of impending doom returned, threatening to kill the
light, fun mood she'd attempted to put on this moment, but just
as quickly, it fled as they reached the top of the stairs and
Tripp walked her to the edge of his bed. He turned her to face
him, his hands moving to her waist and inching their way up
under her t-shirt, and she forgot all about conversations, about
careers, about everything, except the amazing feel of his
work-roughened hands on the smooth bare flesh of her sides, her
rib cage, her breasts.
God, yes! When his hands cupped her breasts, she felt so giddy from the
pleasure that she actually laughed. Her laughter lasted only
seconds, though, because he pushed her bra and shirt above her
breasts, leaned in, sucked one already taut nipple between his
lips and, sweet baby Jesus, her knees went weak.
He caught her, his arm encircling her waist, but not before her legs
buckled and she sat down on the edge of the bed. It caught him
off balance, her going down, and he went down with her, on top
of her as they fell back together on the mattress laughing.
Tripp was instantly contrite. He lifted his upper body to rest on one
hand beside her and gazed down at her, worry and fear swirling
with the heat and desire in his grayish-blue eyes. "Oh, God, did
I hurt you? You're arm….Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Bailey assured him, still laughing. "My arm is fine. We're
okay. Better than okay. Do it again."
"Do it again, huh?" His gaze turned the consistency of molten lava as he
glanced down at her exposed breasts, licked his lips, and then
met her eyes once more.
"Don't look at me like that unless you intend to kiss me," she warned,
completely unable to keep herself from squirming beneath him. In
truth, she loved when he looked at her that way, like she were
his princess, his heart, his smorgasbord of delightfully tasty
treats just waiting to be devoured.
"You mean like this?" His mouth lowered to hers, his lips brushing hers
in a featherlike caress. "Or this?" He outlined her slightly
parted lips with the tip of his tongue, then licked his way over
her jaw, her chin, down her throat. "Or would you rather me kiss
you like this?" He moved lower still, bending his head until,
yes, once again his lips closed around her nipple.
"Yes. Yes!" Bailey cried out as he gently nipped the tip of her engorged
nipple with his teeth, then lightly soothed with a lick of his
tongue. He alternated from a tender bite to a soothing lick,
until she writhed beneath him, her back arched, the fingers of
her uninjured hand digging into the sheets on the mattress at
"Tripp, please!" Flames erupted between her legs, her
pussy burning to be touched, to be entered, dear God, to be
fucked. She wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. And he
still had on his freaking jeans!
She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles
behind his back, and lifting her heat to his crotch. Her panties
were little more than a thin strip of satin, soaking wet satin
thanks to the juice-flowing things he was doing to her breasts,
and they did nothing to protect her sensitive folds from the
roughness of his denim jeans. She rubbed herself against him,
creating a friction that had her spiraling to the edge of
"Tripp, I'm going to—"
"No, you're not." He let her nipple fall from his mouth
as he lifted his head to look at her. His eyes blazed with the
same heat she felt coursing through her entire body. "Hold it
back. Don't cum yet. Not until I'm inside you."
"Then you better get inside me fast because I'm not sure
how much longer I can wait before I explode."
He moved off of her, shedding his shirt, his pants in
record time. She didn't think she'd ever been so grateful that
he preferred to go commando. It was fewer clothes for him to
take off now. He reached in the bedside table drawer, removed a
condom, and covered himself, protecting them both.
But he didn't throw himself down on top of her and slam
his cock inside her eagerly awaiting pussy as she hoped. No,
instead he just stood there looking down at her, that heat in
his eyes taking on more intensity than she'd ever witnessed in
"Damn, you're beautiful," he whispered, almost in awe.
Bailey pointedly let her gaze slide over his broad
shoulders, his slightly hairy chest, down his washboard abs and
flat stomach. When she reached his cock, large and long and
standing at full attention against his body, she let her gaze
linger for a long time before she slowly met his eyes again.
"Damn," she whispered. "So are you."
He laughed, a short burst of fiery sound, but still he
"You're killing me again," she told him in a singsong
voice. But that was okay because she knew how to kill back. She
lifted her hand, touched the inside of her knee, let one finger
trickle down the inner side of her leg, her thigh, lower.
He watched her, his expression riveted, his breath
growing more rapid the closer her finger got to her pussy. When
she traced the outside of her pussy lips with that finger, she
heard him make a low sound in his throat suspiciously like a
growl and she laughed.
It got the response she was looking for. Thank you,
Jesus. He climbed between her legs and then, oh baby, he was
inside her. He needed no guidance or finesse. With one skilled,
practiced move, he thrust inside her awaiting heat, ramming
himself all the way to the hilt.
Bailey cried out at the penetration of his cock, hard and
thick, spreading her tight, slick hole. He filled her to the
point of bursting and, holy mackerel, it felt so amazingly
fantastic that dying from the sheer bliss of it seemed a real
possibility. He knew she liked it fast and hard and he gave it
to her, thrusting inside her so deeply, he reached the end of
her womb, pulling out until only the head of his dick was still
inside her opening before plunging in again.
SIREN SEX Rating
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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