
The Heroes of Silver Springs
3
Stormy Nights
Tall, dark, and built for distraction, former Navy SEAL turned
firefighter Ryan Magee has no trouble convincing a woman to share his bed,
until he meets Tina. As infuriating as she is beautiful, Tina is the last
woman he should want. So why does one night with her and Timmy have him
thinking of picket fences and mini-vans?
Tina Walker might be a struggling single mother, but the last thing she
wants is a man in her life, especially a hotheaded playboy like Ryan.
Trouble is the sight of him sends her body on a vacation to Hormonal Happy
Land. Her hunger for him increases when she and Timmy are forced to ride out
a storm in Ryan's home.
But when Ryan's past follows him to Silver Springs,
putting them in far greater danger than the hurricane, their time together
may come to a grave end neither of them anticipated.
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Length: 103,000 words
"Tina is special to me because Tina's a single mother struggling to
give her son the best. She never looks for sympathy, isn't afraid of hard
work, and doesn't attempt to shelter her son from the realities of life.
She's tough and it's that strength and her unswerving love for her son that
captures Ryan's heart."
~ Tonya ~ |
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STORMY NIGHTS
The Heroes of Silver Springs 3
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REVIEWS
for Stormy Nights
[The Heroes
of Silver Springs 3]
4
Stars:
"An exciting read…
Stormy Nights has a great plot. I
liked Ryan; he had a vulnerability about
him, yet a solid strength. Sexy Tina
Walker turned to Ryan when her son was
kidnapped. He never expected to fall in
love with her, but could not help himself.
I have not read book 1 and 2, but
Stormy Nights stood well alone. Fans
of romance will enjoy the excitement of
Stormy Nights." —Anne
Boling,
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ADULT
EXCERPT
He didn't touch her, didn't stop her, didn't do anything
more than stand there and watch her with that expression
of cautious warning and heat. Fire. It blazed in his eyes
so hot and intense it was a wonder she didn't go up in
flames.
He was testing her. Or at least she thought he was. So she
pushed it a little farther, playing a new game of let's
see what you will do when I do this. She moved a half a
step closer, until the front of the satin robe brushed
against his bare chest. He'd found a pair of jeans to
cover his boxers, but he hadn't bothered with a shirt. She
wondered only half in jest if that was because he'd truly
given Timmy his last clean one or if he simply wanted to
tease her by strutting around shirtless with all of those
hard muscles and mouthwatering ridges in full,
unobstructed view.
She took a deep breath, albeit a shaky one and pushed the
envelope even more. Her hand flattened on his chest, and
she leaned in, traced the outline of his collarbone with
her tongue. God but he tasted as good as he smelled, all
musky and male with a faint hint of the natural scent left
behind by the rain. She wanted to taste more of him, to
lick her way across and down his amazing chest and
washboard abs. She wanted to continue to explore him with
her tongue, dipping it down beneath the waistband of his
jeans until she found the one part of him she was truly
dying to taste.
But she didn't. She pulled back instead, allowing herself
only that one leisurely sample before she cut off all
urges for more with a sharpness that grated at her senses
and made her want to scream. When she looked up, she found
he'd tilted his head back, rested it on the window glass
and closed his eyes. He stayed that way for more
heartbeats than she could count before he finally lifted
his head.
She let her hand glide over the heated flesh of his chest.
His hard body felt so unbelievably good under her palm
that she nearly groaned. She did make a soft sound that
wasn't quite a squeak but more than a gasp of surprise
when he pinned her hand to his body beneath one of his.
"Don't play with me, Tina." His tone was husky, almost
gruff, but full of an authoritative ring that danced down
her spine and made spasms of excitement clinch at her
insides. His eyes had gone almost impossibly dark, darker
even than they had been when he'd kissed her at Dean's.
Was that anger or desire that turned them such a deep
shade of brown, like a dark chocolate candy bar? She
couldn't be sure because she sensed both in the tautness
of his body beneath her palm, in the quickening of his
breath.
Tina glanced down at the hand he held, looked at where
he'd stopped it midway on his abs. A long moment passed
before she realized his words weren't in reference to that
hand which had been on a definite track south to his cock.
But no. That wasn't what he meant, and his next gruff
words confirmed it.
"I don't like games, and right now you're playing with
fire, babe."
"And I'm bound to get burned." He hadn't left the sentence
dangling, but she finished it for him anyway. "Isn't that
how it goes, Ryan? I have to confess I'm disappointed. I
would have thought even a big, bad firefighter such as
yourself could come up with a better line than that.
Besides, you're wrong. If anyone is playing here, it's you
playing with me."
"Not yet, but if you don't back off, sweetheart, I'm about
to."
And weren't those words to instantly make her panties wet?
Tina's gaze danced across his features that seemed to be
currently set on a permanent default of grim warning and
lustful danger. No. She definitely wasn't playing any
games here. She licked her lips and met his gaze dead on.
"Promises. Promises."
His hand tightened on hers, gripped it, and pulled it away
from his abs, but he didn't drop it, didn't push her away.
Instead, he held her hand in his at her side, his other
hand reaching under her hair to cup the back of her neck.
"You're starting something that won't be finished until
this storm is over. You know that, don't you?"
She expected him to kiss her. His hand on her neck, the
way his gaze kept dropping to her mouth. It was coming.
She was almost sure of it. So why didn't he? Perhaps
because he was waiting for her to answer? She knew he'd
asked a question, but his touch, the intensity she saw in
his eyes, the devilish roughness she heard in his voice
made it hard for her to think, to comprehend.
"As long as that storm is out there you're stuck, Tina.
There's no running from it. Start it now and it won't end
until the hurricane does."
Ah, now she understood. Still, he thought….
"I know exactly what I'm doing," she
assured him and felt only a slight flutter of wonder deep
in the pit of her stomach. She did. Didn't she?
His hand rolled on her neck, turning up to
bury his fingers in her hair, to fist itself in the long
strands. He tugged, a quick and forceful pull that brought
her head back and drew a surprised gasp from her throat.
It didn't hurt. If anything it aroused, sending slivers of
stimulation to dance through her body clear down to her
toes. Then his mouth was on hers. He crushed her lips with
his, taking with no finesse or tenderness, and she
realized she'd pushed him to this. She asked for it,
tormenting him and teasing him until he finally gave.
And God, did he give? He possessed her
mouth, licking his way inside, withdrawing only to bite at
her lip before licking it to sooth and move inside again.
She tried to put her free hand between them to touch him,
but he grabbed that hand too. Then he turned them both so
fast she felt as though she'd suddenly boarded the
Gravatron at the town carnival and pushed her against the
wall beside the window. His body pinned her there, but it
felt different from the last time he'd held her this way.
He left no room between their bodies for so much as a
breath of air to squeeze through let alone either of their
hands, and when he let go of one of her wrists she had
nowhere to put it but around his neck.
She did so, draping it loosely over his
broad shoulder, expecting him to move back if only a
smidgen so he could touch her. He'd had his hand up her
shirt at Dean's and she wanted it there again. Her breasts
burned to be covered by his hand, to be kneaded and teased
by his fingers. She had been able to think of little else
since the first time. She had dreamed about it, remembered
it, replayed the scene over and over so many times she put
the preverbal broken record to shame. And on two separate
occasions that memory drove her to find satisfaction in
the only way available at the time. What more could a
woman do when she awoke with her breasts taut and
screaming, her pussy on fire and sopping wet but to reach
for her vibrator?
It had been a poor substitute, her own
hands on her breasts, finger on her clit, vibrator long
and hard inside her weeping pussy. The orgasm had been
pitiful compared to that which she felt certain Ryan could
give her. If only he would put his hands where she wanted
them.
"Ryan." His name tore from her on a
breathless plea as his lips left her mouth to lick at her
cheek, nip at her jaw. "Touch me, Ryan. Please touch me. I
want—"
But he silenced the rest of her words when
he claimed her mouth once more. She hadn't thought his
kisses could get any more extreme or ferocious. Yet they
did. God, the heat she tasted in him was scalding her
insides!
Absently, as if suddenly her body were
divided in two at the waist and her lower half were
sending signals to her brain via written correspondence,
she felt his hand graze her thigh through the satin of the
robe. Finally, thank you sweet baby Jesus, he was going to
touch her. Her nipples tightened in anticipation and she
forgot all about the amazing things his tongue and teeth
were doing to her mouth as she eagerly awaited his hand on
her flesh.
It was cold to her heated skin, a block of
ice ready to chill and soothe the smoldering surface of
her flesh. His fingers snaked beneath the hem of the robe,
danced across her thigh and left a trail of icy slivers in
its wake.
But the hand didn't climb. Instead, he
moved, shifted and wedged a foot between hers on the
floor, used it to urge her legs to part. God, if he
planned to torment her pussy with his knee again, putting
her in a position to gyrate and ride as he had the last
time, she wouldn't be able to control herself. He would
walk away when this was over with a very wet pant leg.
It wasn't his knee that inched its way
toward her throbbing pussy. It was his fingers. He didn't
plan to play around at her breasts this time and leave it
at that. Although the last time would have gone farther if
Dean hadn't interrupted. This time Ryan was going straight
for the goal and, oh shit!
Sanity prevailed just as Ryan's fingers
pushed their way under the seam of her panties and
directly between the slick, hot folds of her pussy lips.
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
(SIREN) |
SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
words |
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